Name:
Butch Haroldson

Age:
32

Race:
Human

Appearance:
Around 6'2", he is a Caucasian male. Though he weighs quite a bit for his height, most of the weight is muscle, and it shows. His thick muscled build allows him to tower over most others, with scarred skin and broad shoulders. His face is very angular, with chiseled features. His nose is misshaped from many beatings, and he has a distinct scar reaching across his left cheek. Save for the boxed beard, his head lacks any hair. His pale gray eyes are sunken deeply beneath his wrinkled skin. He wears a simple button up shirt, with the sleeves ripped off. His simple brown pants are held up by simple blue suspenders, complimenting the blue bow tie he wears loosely around his neck.

Gender:
Male, last he checked.

Personality:
Though he isn't the brightest, he is good willed. He is fond of breaking things, especially people. He is protective of those he is close to, and would have very little problem with sacrificing his life to save that of a friend, which he makes rather quickly. He has a certain hatred for Succubi, but he wont hesitate to put his axe in any other ugly creature unfortunate enough to catch his eye.

Biography:
Raised in a working family with two younger brothers, Butch ended up with a plateful of responsibility. Between the farmwork, watching over his brothers and mum, he had no time for schooling, so stayed at home with his father, to put his brothers through school. Though some might've been insulted, or felt betrayed to be left behind like that, he considered it a blessing. His father hadn't had any schooling either, and Butch looked up to his father like a god. He also believed that his brothers deserved it- they were both extremely gifted when it came to education.

It wasn't long before the children grew up, and left to pursue a life all on their own. All but Butch, that is. His mum had quite the cold, and had been bedridden for years. The doctors said that she might not ever leave that bed, so Butch stayed to help keep the old stone rolling with his father. He didn't understand much of what the doctors said when they came, which they did often, but he knew that it wasn't good. When his mum died, he was almost as devastated as his father, who attempted to fill the void in his life with alcohol, which ended up rubbing off on Butch, who became a regular drinker.

Soon enough, pa came home every night with some new nice smelling lady, and woke up in the morning much poorer. Butch didn't understand that much, either. But, one night, the lady his father came home with was different. The next thing Butch knew, he was with the preacher, who was saying something about a Succubus taking away his father, and that they wouldn't see each other ever again. It was then that Butch's attitude got a bit ugly. He got thrown around from town to town for awhile, hunting and killing those unsavory creatures, without really caring if there was a difference between werewolves, vampires, and succubi. When he saw that Paradise had quite the infestation, he went as fast as he could, considering it a smorgasbord of murder.

Equipment:
His trusty axe, which he takes with him everywhere. It has been at Butch's side for more years than he can count, and has cut down a bit more than trees. He also carries with him a two shot derringer, just for emergencies. His most trusty weapon is a silver spoon, one he has had from childhood. When he comes across succubi, he has a reputation of carving their eyes out with the spoon, and putting them in a pouch he carries around with him. He always keeps them alive for the ritual. He carries a few other odds and ends with him, nothing too out of the ordinary.

Abilities/Disadvantages:
He is insanely strong. He takes massive pride in this strength, which is well earned. His strength is almost inhuman, and he considers it to be a better weapon than any gun. With this strength comes a certain tolerance for pain. He was once stabbed twice in the stomach, and simply continued fighting for about twenty minutes. He is extremely skilled at fighting with his axe. However, he is not very bright at all, and has trouble thinking for himself, relying on others to order him around. His will is easily swayed, and his temper is short. He often charges in without thinking anything through first.