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Description: Alias: The Eye
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Age: 25
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 98 kg (approx. 215lbs)
Hair Color: Sky blue
Eye Color: Hazel
Gender: Male
Distinguishing Physical Features (Tattoos and what not): Massive gash across the chest inflicted in an epic bar fight over back in his teen.
Personality: Hobbies: Annoying anyone and everyone; hustling female crew members and sharpshooting
Likes: Women, alcohol, guns and swords.
Dislikes: Alcohol and women.
Personality: Sharp, witty and always ready for action.
Weapons: A personalised steam-powered automatic sniper rifle.
Gear: A pair of scimitars dangling from his waist.
Specialty(1): Sniping
Proficiencies(3): Lip Reader, Gunsmith and Cryptologist
Apprenticeships(5): Brawling, Dancing, Violinist, Fencing and Alcoholic
History: Starting his life off stealing and plagiarizing public property, our friend never knew the meaning of life outside the city sewer. That is, until he found a stole a rifle from an old gunsmith. To most, the weapon would have been a heap of unused junk, but to Lourin, this was an exquisite find.
For a few days he played around with the rifle, listening to the dead clicks as he pulled the trigger. Then he tired. He wished to see what a gun would feel like when fired. He returned to the old man's shop in the middle of the night, like he had done before, only this time his aim was to steal a case of bullets. As he entered the building, he found himself surrounded by a wall full of weapons, one more unique than the other. Clasping the weapon close to his chest, he walked by, identifying each gun with its own unique design. That night, he sat silently in the chair gunsmith's chair and looked through the hundreds of books on weapons.
Unknown to him, in the wee hours of the morning, he was caught. The gunsmith had anticipated the young Lourin's arrival. Instead of punishing the child by sending him to the police, he hired him. After amassing a great deal of knowledge, Lourin departed his master's cabin with his first ever weapon, specialised to perfection with his own knowledge.
"My son." The words ring through his head to this day.
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