Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26892768-20190215115809/@comment-27661770-20190215161024

(I figured, just wanted to check before I did.

Name: FC-H1, or just "H1" or "Hunter".

Age: Probably about 50-70 years old. Mentally younger in personality and older in experience.

Gender: Male

World: Planet of the Displaced, formerly Earth as containing Fazbear, Inc.

Personality: Gruff, ready to punch something, and hardened, H1 is not an easy man to make trust you if he doesn't. While he takes his job about as seriously as he does his entire life, H1 won't lie to you: karma and brutal justice can be somewhat exhilirating. He lives for a good fight, but does his damnedest to avoid defining "police brutality" through his actions. At least not biased. A criminal's a criminal, but their motives are important, and if they didn't have a choice (or consciousness of their lawbreaking) it's not something to be punished. Aside from this, he's a soldier outside boundaries. But he doesn't forget what he's seen, for better or for worse.

Powers/Abilities: Aside from being physically strong and durable, he has the gift of an all-but-forgotten technomancy by unique Godtiering. The Tech aspect, dealing with- well, technology at surface- innovation, progress, and similar ideas. Somewhat Space, but also somewhat Time. So it would need to be Heroic or Just. In addition, he's got a lightsaber gained from ripping one of General Grievous' arms off, which comes with a long-standing feud between the two. His favored weapon is a shotgun- a SPAS-12 currently- with a modified grenade launcher. Initially developed for acid canisters somewhere where obviously the Geneva Convention did not say no, it's been modified to shoot thermite canisters instead- highly reactive semi-solid incendiary substance, and highly dangerous if used in an explosive. One of his arms is a replacement from when a certain timestopping fuckwad, as he would say, cut it off.

Other: If Barricade arrives, either be very stronk or avoid their enmity.)