Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27049835-20170921200214/@comment-27661770-20170921220640

(Yeah, fuck it.

Name: Hunter

Gender: Male

Age: Technicaly however old the flesh is, which is about fifty at this point. In terms of how many years existing, he's been around for about seven and came in with the knowledge of around a guy of twenty.

Vengeance/Empire? Neither. He's currently unaffiliated, being mostly a Frankenstein's Monster without the ugly and the hatred for humanity, instead preferring to live in some small town and help out the residents. Would probably become Vengeance if approached, and likely would go there anyways once he learned of the Empire's evils.

Bio: Freak. He was a freak. All he knew from his first days was being a freak. Told to serve, told that he's not human anymore- not that he ever thought himself as "human" n te first place, whatever that was- told to obey his masters. They weren't cruel, at least. Worked him to the bone but always fair about it. And then they must have done something to die in a riot. Somehow being alive, he fled. And fled, and fled. Then he came across a town, integrated, and eventually was a fact of life.

Appearance: Hunter wears clothes normal of the era, if big. He's got a lot of burlap covering his raw flesh, and a runic symbol translating to "life" on his neck. The oddly warm teal glow from his eyes sometimes provides the children comfort when they're trying to sleep and he walks by, or peeks in.

Personality: Hunter generally isn't unnecessarily violent. While he could easily go on a murdering spree if he wished, he decided not to. However, if the town he lives in or the people who live there are threatened, he will go on a one-man killing spree on the offending party to protect the town. He's wary of outsiders but not inhospitable...)