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[color=0054a6][b][i][u][h3]Geno[/h3][/u][/i][/b][/color]

[color=7ea7d8][i][u]Race[/u][/i][/color]
	Human

[color=7ea7d8][i][u]Sex[/u][/i][/color]
	Male

[color=7ea7d8][i][u]Appearance[/u][/i][/color]
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Geno stands an even six feet tall, with an equally healthy posture. He is neither muscular nor lean, weighing in at 160lbs. He dresses casually in a blank t-shirt underneath a wind-breaker, and jeans with weather-proof boots. He wears gloves almost religiously, refusing to remove them even when inside or in warm environments.

[color=7ea7d8][i][u]Memory[/u][/i][/color]
	Geno's only memory is fractured, split apart in flashes and moments of the picture that fail to piece it all together. Muted voices come from empty faces that rest on the shoulders of white-robed figures. Some flickering thoughts depict him in similar cloth, conversing with them but never recalling what was said. Others are dim, cramped, with eldritch and alien texts surrounding him. Each fragment is separate, but culminate in a final moment, a bright flash, voices silently shouting in pain and horror, and a searing sensation that stings his palms.

[color=7ea7d8][i][u]Other[/u][/i][/color]
	Geno's palms are heavily scarred, in what looks to be combinations of burning, lacerations, and simply distortion of the skin. These marks are the only proof he has that his memories aren't some hallucination. Seeing or thinking of the damage to his hands brings forth the searing pain that stalks his memory.
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