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    NAME: Sullivan Kothe AGE: 107 D.O.B: 05/26/1558 SEX: Male
    RACE: Mordesh PROFESSION: Mercenary, Reaper FACTION: Exiles
    CLASS: Warrior PATH: Soldier MARITAL: Going steady.

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  • Hair: Sea Green

    Height: 7'5"

    Status: Half alive
         		Eyes: Vitalus Green

    Weight: 290lbs

    Affiliation: Deadwood
         		Skin: Light Green

    Occupation: Hunter

    Sexuality: "Heteroflexible"
         		Whispy shit

    aw damn

    holy crap
         		lOOKIT ME GO

    holy friggin shit

    i can DO THIS

  • Description

    >> Sullivan is a towering, broad-shouldered, case of bones and metal; Standing at a taller than average height, his torso and legs reach somewhere between a regal and flat-out ridiculous lenth. Like all mordesh, his vitalis chambers can be found blocking out his limbs, chest, and neck. An extra appendage encircles his chin in what appears to be in the same fashion of a piercing. (We're not sure if he choose it with that in mind, because either way it only serves one purpose: a make-shift leash.) As a soldier, he takes pride in his fit shape taking extra care to exercise regularly. His physique is well cut and lean, if not a little soft around his fleshy bits that had rotted away after first signs of infection.

    Sickly, pallid green, with occasional freckle-like discolorations in areas exposed to elements.

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    Summary: If there were ever a creature at the epitome of exasperation it would be this poor soul. However, given his predisposition to rebellion, he is not entirely displeased with his situation. In fact, he exhibits a less than grave attitude regarding the Mordesh's shrinking chance of survival, and is more frustrated by the moral greys surrounding the reasons why it happened and what should be done about it. He rather enjoys the opportunities presented to him through the Exiles, not being a fan of the Dominion when it had originally offered them an exclusive place in their pristine empire. (Yuck.) But, when he has a moment to himself to reflect he can become caught up about being stuck biological limbo; the Mordesh has not decided whether he should be held responsible for the the state of his being, OR if their society was fucked anyway and they deserved a slight (read: huge) kick in the nads. Sullivan has thought of cutting his own lifeline, if only to save his fellow demi-organics the trouble of cleaning up the mess of another ravenous-turned Mordesh. But there is a small ping of determination inside of him that urges him fight and live another day, because maybe all this talk of a cure could be true? He isn't positive about that (or anything, really.) Due to this confusing set of circumstances, he carries himself with all the pride of a dog with his furry hiney shaved bare with a cone of shame neatly set around his slanted neck, having behing called whiney on more than one occasion.

    Face Claim: Rhett McLaughin
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