Name: Pratchett
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Appearance: Averagely handsome, has a cute-guy-in-the-cubicle-over look going for him. Medium black hair, well combed and cared for, a lithe, tall build, more athletic than muscular, and piercing sky blue eyes.
Clothing: A bright white dress shirt, and a fully-buttoned black vest. Black dress pants of very fine make, and expensive black suede boots.
Mask: A disturbing array of common leather belts, haphazardly wrapped around his entire head and face, leaving only two small holes for his eyes. [Allows crazy violent adrenaline-filled bum rushes and increased pain resistance.]
Apartment: An average apartment in Detroit. One small bedroom with a queen size bed, no blanket, just a bare mattress on a frame, and a nightstand covered in pill bottles (Mostly painkillers and sleep medication.) One small living room, with a coffee table and couch. The table holds a literal small mountain of cocaine, just sitting there next to a disposable razor blade for convenient line-making, and a half-full bottle of wine. The bathroom is very clean and unremarkable, and Pratchett's closet holds nothing but more identical white shirts, black vests, and black pants.
Traits: [Past Arrest Record] [Serious Pill Popping] [Bad Reputation] [Acrobatic] [Charismatic] [Resistant to Pain] [Intimidating (Most important figures in the criminal underground know him)] [Light Step] [Pulverizer (Brutal melee finishers)]
Skills: [Brutal Finishers] [Hand-to-Hand] [Stealth]
Color: Teal
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