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Name Thaddeus Alexander Dron 
Gender: Male
Age: 30
Faction: Jacob's Lament
Diety: A strange, fervent version of Christianity, in which God's punishment for original sin is repetition.  Mankind is doomed to live over and over and over again, sinning and wallowing in its own filth until released from the Original sin.   This creates a rather amoral landscape for his twisted mind.  Dying, just means restarting the same nightmare.  Killing, means letting someone else restart.  The more pain one endures in life, the more penance given to God. 
Major Talents: Rifles
Minor Talents: Charisma, Silver Tounge
Background: Thaddeus took part in the civil war, though being a black man during America's Genesis provided him an interesting perspective on the faith he was being forced to digest.  He watched men his color (some he considered family, from village he'd heard of, others as strange as the accents on their tounge) tortured and murdered for the slightest offense.  It was passed down in his family that their tribes had incurred betrayal and wrath as a matter of course: they were here, in this condition because God willed it so- and as God willed it, so must it be.  His particular master (before he met his demise) was sadistic and cruel, though of course it was under the guise of doing the Lord's work.  Savages had no souls, he'd say- punishment for their incest and their wicked ways.  Thaddeus learned quickly that men needed to suffer in order to appease God.  So once freeing his master of the burden life presented him, he began killing the other members of the plantations, freeing them from slavery, freeing them from pain forever.  They would have the chance to start anew- with new bodies in a new life.  

Once war broke out, Thaddeus immediately enlisted, where he met conflict on a wider scale.  He was trained as a rifleman, though it was never thought he'd be able to fight.  Seeing the futility in this newfound expertise in dealing pain and suffering to other mortals without an outlet to hone it, he abandoned his post and killed his way West.  It was on his bloody trek that he met a representative of Jacob's Lament.  There was an easier way to gain attrition, he learned- something darker than the heart's of men to destroy.  For this, he would tame his urge to wipe the slate clean.  For this.. he would become a weapon.