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[b]Name[/b]- Meshach Kalas
[b]Age[/b]- 20
[b]Gender[/b]- Male
[b]Faction[/b]- Sector Three
[b]Job[/b]- Hunter
[b]Appearance[/b]- Shaggy hair just a few shades above jet black. Rounded, green eyes deadened over years in captivity. Pronounced features and lines. Hawkish, angular nose, pronounced ears, and a long, tapering neck. A lot of long limbs and an almost bony build. Face looks older due to the creases.

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[b]Weapons[/b]- Colt New Service Revolver (refurbished), 22 .455 Cartridges (as of the start), 2 Chicken Claw Sickles in leather sheaths under the self-made jacket.
[b]Clothing[/b]- Standard black khakhi pants, worn white running shoes, and a worn, patchwork jacket hastily sewn together with cheap supplies made from Meshach's former slave wear, the robes of members of a cult that once used his family, and the hides of at least six Afflicted that veered towards the inhuman side of the spectrum.
[b]Other Gear[/b]- A sack containing: Two water canteens, a single set of gauze bandages, a sewing set, a pad of paper that's been partially written on, a pen, and 500 cells.
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[b]Personality[/b]- Meshach Kalas was never born to see the more stable or peaceful sides of the City, and if they exist, he simply accepts that he'll never be alive to see it. From an early age his parents, already being way too young to raise a child, much less inside the City, were indoctrinated into the homicidal death cult led by a City wanderer with a strange connection with The Harmony known as Papa Legba, who preached that the City is the spirit of the Earth itself, and that Afflicted and Constants and people who live in Dead Zones are considered monsters and a pestilence that is harming the City. With this false declaration, Meshach and other children in the cult were forced to learn small arms training at a young age lest they be either tortured or used as bait. Meshach learned to accept that humans were monsters when Legba tortured him, that Afflicted were monsters when an inhuman snake-like one killed his father by laying a venomous bite that rotted the man's flesh away, and that Constants were monsters when he lost his mother to a particularly nasty Constant known as The Puppet Queen. Mostly, he learned to hate himself when he did what Legba ordered him in order to preserve his own life, even if it meant attacking innocent Sectors. However, eventually Legba considered him a threat and he was sold into Sector Three slavery, hypocritical to the cult's teachings. He was originally bounced from being a Sector errand boy or essentially acting, as he used to, as bait for teams of Hunters, although a number were sympathetic to his plight. It was by luck that he made it from slave to Hunter, when in an attempt to escape with a dropped pistol when a particularly nasty Afflicted showed up. However, it was the same snake-like Afflicted, and he couldn't resist, and enough of the Hunters survived that could report it to top brass.

To say he is a cynic is like saying the City is made up of tall buildings and scary monsters, it's a verifiable fact. He sees little point in maintaining any positive attitude about the growing of society, although some days with a rare childish gleam he'll relay stories his parents told him about friendly Sectors or a Constant who is completely benign and writes down the story of the world in books or other tall tales. He's very matter-of-fact, curt and brash with his answers, and honestly quite a bit socially awkward, considering talking was never really what he was asked to do. He has a low self-opinion and does not much care for his outward appearance. He hunts Afflicted because it's what he knows, and to not do what he's good at even if he doesn't very much like it is to him like giving up on living. He does understand the former human nature of all Afflicted, but he simply does not care, believing that they have been too far tainted and that death is a release for them anyways, and using their bodies after hunting guarantees they will not be recycled into the City.

He dislikes most people right out but doesn't initially drive them away, instead giving them an opportunity to either pleasantly surprise or affirm his theories on you, and draws no conclusions about anyone, any motives, or judgments about the City other than that everything in it is, in enough words, a literal living Hell, without commenting on the moral choices it makes. His only judgments are whether or not something will try to kill or cripple him and what steps he will take to make sure it doesn't happen. Other than that, he doesn't much care about his own personal freedom or safety, but if you mess with the two or three people who he's started to legitimately care about, you're in trouble.

[b]Skills[/b]- 
Exceptionally good at sharpshooting with revolvers in particular and assessing the structure and capabilities of an Afflicted.
Adequate at hand-to-hand melee combat and basic tracking throughout the City, although his skills in it are somewhat stunted. Theoretically could be decent at sniping but doesn't try for it.
Horrible at social interactions, bartering, any form of espionage, or political awareness. Essentially, if it's not related to hunting an Afflicted or a Servant then he's not good at it.
[b]Requests[/b]- Don't kill this character unless you have permission to do so.
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