Behn

Age: 42.
Breed: Great Dane-Doberman Mutt
Skills: Weapons handling, woodworking, automobile mechanics, basic chemistry, high alcohol tolerance
AKA:
Body Decor: Illuminati/Root tattoos
Occupation: Naval mechanic, henchman, extortionist, violent felon, getaway driver, mob clean up crew
Birthplace: Utica, New York, New USA (modern AU)
Martial: Unmarried

........ 【Skin】 Off-white 【Hair】 Sooty Black 【Eyes】 Yellow-blue 【Height】 7'1" 【Build】 Lanky with strong arms 【Posture】 Hungover 【Scars】 Entire left side of his body below his throat is scarred and nearly skinless, injuries from an "accident". 【Condit.】 Undead. 【Health】 100 【Handed.】 Left 【Scent】 Ash and whiskey. 【Voice】 Gravelly, New York accent 【Personality】 Behn was a graveyard dog, an old and hardened soul that didn't boast, didn't feel much more than apathy towards his surroundings. A business suit framed his lanky build, betraying some musculature in his arms. Even through distain for the general well being of the universe and the cards that had been handed to him, he performed his duties with alertness, intensity, and vigor, then preferred to be alone. Well, there was particular company that he fancied, but opportunities for that was occasional. Heavy brows lifted his eyes to come to attention, holding his mistress, The Duchess Vename, within veiled adoration as he paused with his hands clasped behind his back. The power this woman possessed frightened him; this was a man who rarely startled in real danger. His emotions were quick to boil, "What tha fuck, you can't put me on babysittin' duty, I'm busy! C'mon!" He threw his black palms in the air like an irked New Yorker. 【Wardrobe & Inventory】 Gun, two spare clips. Protection Charm belt buckle. Wrinkled pack of cigarettes (half empty).