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[b]Name:[/b] Anthony Beck
[b]Age:[/b] 31
[b]Gender:[/b] Male
[b]Species:[/b] Human
[b]Occupation:[/b] Werewolf trafficker and resident psychopath

[b]Personality:[/b] Evil. Anthony is the definition of evil, with precisely zero redeeming qualities. He's a sadistic, black hearted, empathy lacking psychopath. Anthony checks off all the boxes: He's smart, cunning, manipulative, and, when it suits him, surprisingly charismatic. Once he's sunk his sharp little claws into a target, he doesn't let go. He's motivated by power, money, and his own personal joy, derived from inflicting pain and suffering on others.

[b]Appearance:[/b] Tall, dark, and handsome. What Anthony lacks in humanity he makes up for in looks. He's tall and muscular with a medium tan complexion and dark hair. His eyes are, fittingly, black and cold. Anthony has several scars from previous conflicts, but he thinks it just adds to the whole "rugged" look he's clearly going for.

[b]Other:[/b] Anthony possesses many skills, and almost all of them pertain to inflicting harm. He's a skilled fighter, hand to hand and armed. He knows his way around a gun, and has a penchant for knives.

[b]History:[/b] Anthony was what one could call a "trouble child". He was born into a loving family with two sisters, happy parents, and a family dog. But he was different. From the beginning, it was clear there was something wrong.

It started when the family dog began limping. After a vet visit, it was discovered that the dog had somehow broken it's hind leg. It could have been an accident, but it kept happening. To different legs. Soon, the stray cats around the neighborhood slowly began to go missing. As Anthony grew, his family became increasingly wary of him. Rumor had it that they all slept with their bedroom doors locked. But the bedroom doors couldn't stop the house fire.

The first time the house burned down could have been an accident. The second house was definitely intentional. Anthony was the only survivor, which was certainly suspicious. But, seeing as they lived in a small, blink and you miss it town, the investigation wasn't exactly thorough. After all, who could blame the cute, innocent little boy?

Anthony was placed in foster care, where he proceeded to terrorize his foster siblings until he eventually aged out. At 18, he joined the military. Naturally, he exceeded in combat. He didn't mind taking orders, as long as he agreed with them. His attitude, manipulation, and talent for inflicting pain eventually got him a promotion as a professional "interrogator". And, to the surprise of no one, he was very good at it.

But, after a few years, the game grew stale. Maybe there was too much red tape, maybe they wouldn't let him go far enough to suit him, maybe he just wanted a change in scenery. For whatever reason, Anthony retired from the military and picked up on an occupation he'd heard about in passing: freelance supernatural hunter. It sounded ridiculous. But, once he found the right organization, he fell right in. And by 'right', I mean the seediest, darkest one available.

Werewolf fighting has been rising as an underground spectator sport for years. But the wolves only last so long before they can no longer fight, and have to be replaced. That became Anthony's job. He hunts down werewolves, brings them in alive, and sells them to his bosses for a lot of money. He dabbles in vampire hunting as well, but they're mostly only good dead for black market chop shops.

Ever since picking up his new career, Anthony has been happy as a clam.

[b]Theme:[/b] Natural - Imagine Dragons