Anok Sei
Name: Anok Sei
Race: Human
Age: 24
Sex: Male
Occupation: Weapon crafter/designer.
Affiliates: Unknown (ooc: Give me something to work with.
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Personality: Quiet, stressed, preoccupied, malevolent. He's always in a bad mood, it seems, and is a down-to-business sort of fellow.
Appearance: Anok Sei is the epitome of 'shady character', never far from the shadows and always has a hidden agenda. Reading him is like reading the Coran, fruitless and laced with misconstrued messages best left alone. Many people fear merely the sight of him, but the few that have gotten close to him find him enjoyable company. He bears several scars mar his young face, born of deals gone wrong or from his less than friendly confrontations. His hair colour is unknown, hidden by his large, gray chapeau. His eyes are usually hidden, but are silvery-gray when seen. He stands at aprx. 6'1 but usually slouches.
Wardrobe: Baggy black cargo pants, tight black leather armour, and a scarf long enough to blow in the wind wrapped tightly around his visage, obscuring all but his eyes upwards. Often wears a large overcoat that melds into the shadows.
Weapons: Duel wielded antique Lugers. Memorials of his beloved father, these Lugers have extended barrels for extra accuracy, and heavier butts for a clearer shot. The type of hand cannons that make you shit yourself when you're forced to look down the hellish abyss of their cylinders.
History: Will develope ig. Unfortunate events have led him to 'friendly', dare you word it as such, terms with the Renshi circle.
Name: Anok Sei
Race: Human
Age: 24
Sex: Male
Occupation: Weapon crafter/designer.
Affiliates: Unknown (ooc: Give me something to work with.
)Personality: Quiet, stressed, preoccupied, malevolent. He's always in a bad mood, it seems, and is a down-to-business sort of fellow.
Appearance: Anok Sei is the epitome of 'shady character', never far from the shadows and always has a hidden agenda. Reading him is like reading the Coran, fruitless and laced with misconstrued messages best left alone. Many people fear merely the sight of him, but the few that have gotten close to him find him enjoyable company. He bears several scars mar his young face, born of deals gone wrong or from his less than friendly confrontations. His hair colour is unknown, hidden by his large, gray chapeau. His eyes are usually hidden, but are silvery-gray when seen. He stands at aprx. 6'1 but usually slouches.
Wardrobe: Baggy black cargo pants, tight black leather armour, and a scarf long enough to blow in the wind wrapped tightly around his visage, obscuring all but his eyes upwards. Often wears a large overcoat that melds into the shadows.
Weapons: Duel wielded antique Lugers. Memorials of his beloved father, these Lugers have extended barrels for extra accuracy, and heavier butts for a clearer shot. The type of hand cannons that make you shit yourself when you're forced to look down the hellish abyss of their cylinders.
History: Will develope ig. Unfortunate events have led him to 'friendly', dare you word it as such, terms with the Renshi circle.
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