Name: Theodore Muldoon
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: ~190 lbs.
Age: 32
Race: Human (or close enough)
Body Features: As demanded by his occupation, Muldoon is in fantastic physical shape. Normally he keeps his hair cut short or shaved entirely, and he abides absolutely no facial hair. While the khaki shorts and vest he favors would normally make him look like a college volunteer at a zoo, the exposed muscular calves and forearms belie a life of hard physical activity. Muldoon has been lucky to escape his numerous encounters with hostile wildlife with only one enormous scar across his front. His time in the wild has made him twitchy- he is constantly moving in some small way, foot tapping or eyes darting from side to side.
Attire: Muldoon favors clothes in khaki and brown that blend in with the desert surroundings, usually shorts, boots, a vest, and a hat for keeping the sun off his head. He typically carries a rifle or small automatic firearm, with a big ol' knife handy in case of jams or misfires.
Powers: Telescopic vision
Weapons:
Semi-automatic rifle- .30-06, 15 round clip Gun
Pump shotgun- 12 gauge, 5 round internal magazine Gun
Machete- 18" blade Machete
Bayonet knives- Several, 8" blade Knife
Bio: Muldoon was born to caravaneers, and spent his early life traveling from settlement to settlement to trade with local merchants. He got along well with a man named Harrison, who was one of the caravan's guards. Harrison was a masterful hunter, and Muldoon found him fascinating. He learned from the hunter, becoming a wilderness expert in his own right, and when he grew up he left the caravan for a place called Aachen, where one could easily make a living taking people with more money than brains into the wilds and making them think they were adventurers. Some time later, Muldoon heard that Harrison had been killed by a particularly ferocious and apparently invincible monster. Muldoon takes on more jobs now, as many as he can get, preferably REAL hunts. He's trying to find that monster.
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