Further Information
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“The road to hell was paved with the bones of men who did not know when to quit fighting.”
― Paulette Jiles, Enemy Women
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D e t a i l s
Appealing attributes ⧐ His body is sure winner, though his crooked smile does something to his face that is indescribable, but it only rarely shows up.
Physical defences ⧐ Excellent martial arts skills and handling of weapons, he is a born killer machine really.
Phobias ⧐ None. Most things that people see as phobias, he is merely annoyed by.
Presentation ⧐ Adapting to the environment, blending into the background, he can be anything from rough-looking to polished, though he is most often the first when he's simply roaming between jobs with a slight stubble, the same outfit from yesterday, and a short haircut to keep it easy.
Voice ⧐ Deep, intense, rough.
Quirks ⧐ He has a tendency to end it by cutting his victim's throat, but he tries not to do it every time, since he doesn't want it to be a trademark. He just likes the feeling of doing it, so sometimes he does it without thinking. It depends on how swift it has to be, though.
Hobbies ⧐ If he wants to "relax", he goes to a bar, does some heavy drinking, and passes out in his ship. Not the best or safest idea in his line of work, but he doesn't care.
Languages ⧐ He speaks a multitude of languages, one of the few normally useful things that his handlers taught him. It makes him blend in more easily and he can take up more jobs when language isn't a barrier.
Talents ⧐ Killing, fighting, martial arts, weapon handling... yeah.
Scent ⧐ Metallic, but very faintly, as if he has little to no scent to him.
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F a v o u r i t e ...
Colour · He doesn't care too much, but he prefers to dress in browns and neutrals. It depends on the environment, though, but those shades naturally blend in well, otherwise black is a good, safe choice.
Hiding spot · He has no where to hide, but in many ways his ship is his only type of safe haven.
Food · He enjoys most meats.
Animal · Nexus.
Book · He doesn't read, he couldn't care less.
Season · He prefers colder climates and winter-dominated plantes. Too warm weather is absolutely horrible.
Flower · He doesn't care about flowers, greenery, or anything like that.
Mode of transportation · He prefers his own ship, but quick space travel is definitely what he looks for.
Scent · He likes the clean smell after a shower, which in many ways are strange, but he has smelt blood too often and at this point it's nicer to get rid of the stench.
Planet · He has no favourite. No point in having favourites.
Musical genre · He doesn't listen to music.
Drink · Anything strong, whatever he can be served with the sought-after effect.
Time of day · The night or early mornings.
Day of the week · They're all the same, aren't they?
Precious stone · If they can bring him any sort of profit, they're a fave.
Sound · The moment of quiet when you enter hyperspace, before everything explodes in a sea of light.
Meal of the day · Dinner, probably.
Soda · He doesn't drink any kind of fizzy drinks without some sort of percentage.
Word · Just like he doesn't read, words are of little importance to him. He prefers action over words anyway.
Eye colour · Blues.
Candy · He doesn't have sweet tooth. He's a main course kind of guy.
Restaurant · He has no favourite. He takes what he can get. He might have places he wants to return to more often than others, but he can't risk becoming a frequent guest anywhere public.
Language · His Echani mother tongue.
Texture · Cold, metallic surfaces.
