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[color=lime][h1][b][u]Thomas "Twombly" Watson[/u][/b][/h1][/color]
[h2][i]”Storytelling is the essential human activity. The harder the situation, the more essential it is.”
~Tim O'Brien[/i][/h2][/center]
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[b][u]Age:[/u][/b] 29
[b][u]Occupation:[/u][/b] Mechanic/handyman, moonlights as a gun-runner/smuggler.
[b][u]Race:[/u][/b] Maned Wolf (techincally some sort of racoon/dog/panda thing)
[b][u]Gender:[/u][/b] Male
[b][u]Height:[/u][/b] 6' 1" (684 cm) minus ears, add 3" (7 cm) for ears.
[b][u]Weight:[/u][/b] 143 pounds (65 kg)

[b][u]Descriptive Appearance:[/u][/b]
Twombly dresses in a workmanlike appearance, practical, well-worn, and comfortable. When working in his shop, his hands are constantly coating in a grease or grime of some sort or another; he makes a point to wash it out before going anywhere special, best not to leave any fingerprints.

As a maned wolf, he is mostly legs and arms, with a surprisingly flexible neck that in conjunction with his various postures and facial expressions, tell a very wide and easily read range of emotions. That is of course assuming you aren't just fixated on watching his tail.

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[b][u]Personality:[/u][/b]
* Confident, some may say [i]too confident[/i]
* No sense of personal space
* Flirtacious with anything that moves
* Mischevious and easily bored
* Kleptomaniac (beware of any unattended loose articles of clothing, keys, food, cigarrettes, or firearms)
* Reclusive (see notes)

[b][u]Quirks:[/u][/b]
Due to being unable to hear people coming behind him, Twombly has a tendancy to search for reflections or shadows to indicate a person's presence. Rendering their attempts at surprising him mostly-moot to the unwary.

Except in a dark room. Then anything and everything surprises him. Note: [i]do not announce yourself by turning out the lights in his workshop.[/i]

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Enlisted in 1943 and was then shipped out to the Pacific theater of operations just as the war began to die-down in preparation for the invasion of Japan. After their surrender, Twombly was stop-lossed to occupy some backwards southeast asian peninsula until late November 1946, and felt a bit crummy about not being allowed to vote that particular year. On the upside the extra few months and the rapid retirement of his commanding-officers meant a few last-second promotions and hardly any oversight of the motor-pool. So long as he didn't make too much noise...

Hence how he managed to bag a contract (to himself) to "repair" a tank meant for the French occupation forces, with a few "modifications" that were suggested by his unit (likely in jest). Of course, the French later didn't want that particular vehicle, so now he's stuck with it in his garage with nobody willing to buy it.

Which is how he casually ventured from being that quiet guy that was good with tools into a gun-runner for hire (using the tank [actually an M8 greyhound] he absolutely cannot find a buyer for as his credentials).[/hider]
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[b][u]Specialization:[/u][/b] Wind
[b][u]School of Magic Attended:[/u][/b] Alteration
[b][u]Primary Deity Worshiped:[/u][/b] Meifeng

[b][u]Permanent Sacrifice:[/u][/b] Y
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[*] Deity Sacrifice was made to: Meifeng
[*] Reason behind Sacrifice: Being able to sneak into places without tripping alarms, or rather, not letting anyone hear the alarms he trips over.
[*] What was Sacrificed: Over half of his hearing
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[b][u]Equipment:[/u][/b]
A very ridiculously bright (and heavy) flashlight

[b][u]Weapons:[/u][/b]
Sawed-off double-barrel shotgun (silent)
M1A1 Para-Carbine (very silent)

[b][u]Other:[/u][/b]
After sacrificing most of his hearing in order to sneak up on people, he has so often found himself victim to being snuck upon that he has generally become reclusive from any unfamiliar places.
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