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General Name: Hobbs Alias: The Son of Khoun; Purple Haze. Species: Homo Sapien - it would appear. Wiccan/Warlock. Sub-species: Werewolf - Born. Auspices: Ahroun Generation: 13th Gender: Male. ♂ Heritage: French. Background: Hungarian. Birth Place: Budapest, Hungary Status: Middle Class Occupation: Locksmith. Merchant. Secondary: Militant. Pirate. Military Class: Guerrilla Pirate Class: Corsair (Former Privateer) Sexual Orientation: Hetero. A solid O on the Kinsey Scale. Dominant. Marital Status: Bachelor ~ try to change his mind. DOB: 5 Nov. Age: 41 Zodiac: Scorpio
Appealing Attributes Height: 2.04m Weight: 124kg Build: Muscular. Complexion: Light Brown; Umber. Hair: Black. Eyes: Frosted Green - Hazel specs of green gather near the pupils. Purple flecks can also be seen. Teeth: Canines are a bit longer than normal. Piercings: None yet. Dare to try? Tattoos: Left shoulder that stretches over left pectoral and bicep. Marks: Arm - Right: Two peppering lines that run from scapula to triceps. Back - Claw marks across his back. Miscellaneous Personality: RP to find out. Practice: Wiccan Magick - Dark (Apprentice to an Unknown Coven) Dislikes: Lunar Flowers, Silver, Wolfs-bane, Fire, Vegetation (food source), the Sun. Likes: The Moon, Hunting, Eating, Sleeping, Bar scenes, the Night, the Ceremonial Hunt, Mating Ceremonies (lots of females and food), Jazz music, Saxaphone (is able to play one when in the mood). Weaknesses: Silver, Lunar Flowers, Fire, and Wolfs-bane. Carried Items: Deck of cards and a set of matches. Weapons: Hunting knife (preferred), barber blades, teeth, or hands/claws. Quirks: Does not share food. Highly food aggressive. Attire: Varies. Fashion styles tend to be contemporary and business casual to simply casual. Though his tastes appear to lean toward the traditional 1930's where caddie hats and vests were the go-to wardrobe to have. The man knew how to keep things fresh. Also sports a set of dog tags around the neck, yet the scripture had been worn off from wear and tear.
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