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Sean Marco McTabbard ((New RPC))

Name: Sean Marco McTabbard

Age: 23

Height: 5'9"

Weight: 213lbs ( It's all toned muscle)

Eyes: Auburn, Hazel, or Mako Green depending upon his mood and the lighting

Hair: Black

Weapons: His fists, 2 pair of pure silver plate brass knuckles, an 8 piece set of pure silver plated lead rings, a pair of silver axeheads that have been fashioned into brass knuckles, a trench spike & a meat hook combo, and a pair of steel toed (truly, even on the outside) combat boots with lead cores in the heels toes and soles and a pair of built in lead ankle weights, finally but not leastly two heavy lengths of chain that he uses as "wallet chains" and as brass knuckles.

Appearance: Everything about Sean screams bad ********, from the way he carries himself, to the insane glint in his fierce primal eyes. He has buzzed off black hair in a military cut, almost to the scalp short, with a few patches missing from areas that have been scarred by teeth or blades. His ears are adorned with no fewer than 9 piercings each, studs, spikes and sterling silver hoops galore, with a pair of 1/2 inch black plugs in the lobes. He has a set of parallel, diagonal scars that run from his left eyebrow to right eye socket across the bridge of his nose, which is crooked in two ways from being broken so many times. His lips seem to be forever set in a perpetual frown as though he if he is very displeased or contemplating something heavy and his sloping brow is almost always set in a scowl. Through his left eyebrow there are two sterling silver bannana barbels, through his right nostril are two sterling silver captive bead rings, and through the left side of his lip there is yet another sterling silver captive bead ring. He is covered from head to toe in tribal tattoing, two of the most noticeable being right above his eye brows, stopping right befor they meet each other in the center of his forehead. There are scars all over his body and his deep olive complected skin looks almost leather from the constant abuse he's put it through. His elbows, knees, shins, and forearms are grizzly and semi mishapen as well, for Mui-Thai is his favorite of the marshal arts he knows and he uses it's repitiore of moves most often, even against armored opponents and brick walls on occaision. He very rarely wears a shirt, though he is partial to vests and buttoned down shirts with the sleeves ripped off. He most often sports a black hooded sweatshirt which the sleeves have also been ripped off of, worn unzipped with a pair of baggy green, olive and dark brown camo military surplus pants, complete with his favorite pair of boots. He sometimes tapes his arms from knuckle to elbow, but prefers to wear a pair of black fingerless riding gloves with lead weights sewn into the knuckles.

Description: Sean is not pleasant, nor is he warm or friendly. He is cold,callous, and disgustingly apathetic. He does not joke unless he is being ironic, sarcastic, or fesecious, and he very rarely (( I'm talking like twice a year at most )) smiles, though he will smirk or sneer if something pleases or amuses him. He is often times irritable and volatile, and purposely comes off as gruff, insensitive, and uncouthe. He doesn't waste words if he can help it, and usually if he makes an oration it is merely to tear down something someone else just said or to swear or make a threat. All in all Sean is an a*****e who puts money before all but finding the most worthy opponent and beating him senseless.

Profession: Sean is an assassin, a hunter of the unnatural, and a trained fighter for hire, he would kill God himself for the right amount of cash, and it would be a very heavy amount of cash, not because it was God, because Sean is a money grubbing b*****d.