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Name: Barros Thury
Age: 25

Gender: Male

Race: Human with mutations

Religion: Khorne

Appearance: If you were to come face to face with Barros under any lighting darker than dim you would, via the laws of probability in most cases, shit yourself. The man is terrifying when he wants to be and unnerving at best, he just doesn't sit well with most people. From head to toe he is scarred almost artistically, deep long cuts through his skin run across his body. He is completely hairless, with no exception for eyebrows or even pubescent additions, and his skin his a deep mahogany. 

He wears a mesh vest over an old mercenary grade military outfit and a long crimson trench coat over that, the extended attached hood to said coat is almost always up and over his head. His trousers have a body glove appearance and are a very dark grey, not quiet black. Unlike his boots, which are even darker than his inky eyes.

Personality: Barros never takes shit from anyone and will be the first to start a fight over a slight or hidden insult. On top of this antisocial trait, he likes to slight people and hide insults in his words, this doesn't help his odds of going through a day without a tussle. Generally if you give him the respect he demands, Barros will treat you with equal respect.

Unless you spill his drink, in which case he really does hate you.

History: Bloody and sad (WIP)

Skills: Very particular set of (WIP)

Equipment:
Trench with Cameoline fabrication. (camouflage/cloaking)
Agripinaa shotgun with 4 shells in the barrel and 16 across the chest. (42/rpm)
Ten throwing knives, Viscarian crafted. (Bleed damage)
Three Smoke shells. (Evasion smoke)

Miscellaneous: Misc* (WIP)
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