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| CONNECTED // CHARACTERS |
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| CAILEAN |
| Name | Cailean |
| Gender | Male |
| Age | 6 |
| Race | Replica |
| Faction | High Towers |
| Appearance | Standing at 6 ft 6, and at a comfortable 190 pounds, Cailean appears like your stereotypical rugged veteran: dark, sun kissed skin, a brown stubble surrounding full lips, cold green eyes, strong features. Time has let his hair grow longer, and now he wears it shaved to the sides and gathered in a bun at the top. |
| Personality | Cailean is, at his core, kind of a meek person. Even though he was built to be a soldier, he is not very confrontational and always preferred looking at enemies through the crosshairs than in the eye.
He developed a gruff attitude since arriving in Hack City, not wishing to be bothered by Connecticorp. Because of that, he is very mistrusting.
He also is deathly afraid of losing his other eye, and as such, hates being nearby sharp weapons. Which is dumb, really, considering that he still always has at least one dagger strapped on himself. Can’t let yourself be unprepared when you spend hours perched on rooftops looking through crosshairs! |
| Skills | Superhuman strength and agility |
| Biography | Cailean was first employed as military, a soldier made to be sent in warm, equatorial areas, and was damn good at it; he soon proved himself formidable behind the sniper rifle and absolutely unrelenting in pursuit of enemies, or whom he perceived so.
An unfortunate accident led to his discharge in the middle of a campaign: he was shanked through the eye to the cheekbone, and as a result his left eye was rendered completely unusable and his cheek ruined by an ugly scar.
He came back to the Hack City, and, intolerant to ConnectiCorp’s control, holed himself in an abandoned house in the seediest part of Hack City, until he was found by some High Towers people who reeled him in for his shooting prowess. |
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