Syndicate Lieutenant

Portrait

Description
The man before you stands six feet tall, displaying the honed physique of a warrior of middling years, with well-defined muscles gracing the span of his sturdy frame. Based on his robust build, one might be surprised to learn he possesses an uncanny speed and agility if ever given cause to utilize it, capable of surprisingly deft movement. His posture and gait is disciplined, measured so as to waste no energy in vain, yet carries an uncouth degree of individualistic inspiration defying association with any conventional military training in favor of a life of picking up tricks and techniques off of every unkind street corner and ill-disposed dark alley of violent portent. Garbed so as to fade into obscurity amidst the dust and grime of the slums in which he resides, the mottled dull greys and browns of a thick hooded cloak nevertheless conceal light armor fit for mobile urban combat. Clandestine blades fit for stabbing and swiping in narrow confines and a vicious baton presumably meant for nonlethal subdual complete the ensemble of instruments of violence concealed under his cloak. While not one to draw attention to himself, when stepping into the light, there was a certain air of authority to the figure and a veterancy gained through hard earned experience. Tight-lipped, reserved, and with a talent for concealing any sign of nerves or blatant emotional response even in the face of obvious peril, one could only imagine the individual was no stranger to the cloak and dagger ways of an unforgiving world dead set on leaving him and his bleeding out in a cold, dark alley. ////////////////////////////////////// Slums Plot Character. Lights can be discussed if and when they become relevant.
Player:	Like Lambs to the Slaughter
Gender (Visually):	Male
Race (Visually):	Human