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Toothpick
Name: Toothpick
Race: Human
Date of Birth: 123 Ashan, 701 (Age 19)
Marks: None
Factions Joined: The Dragoons
Languages Spoken: Vahanic [Fluent] | Common [Broken]
Race: Human
Date of Birth: 123 Ashan, 701 (Age 19)
Marks: None
Factions Joined: The Dragoons
Languages Spoken: Vahanic [Fluent] | Common [Broken]
Appearance
Despite his moniker, Toothpick is hardly a twig when it comes to his size and stature. Standing at six foot six inches and weighing close to two hundred and sixty pounds, the Quacian is a mountain of a man for his age. With thinning hair atop his head and hairless jowls along his neck, he has never been praised for his looks. Beady brown eyes stare out from a deep set frame, with a squashed nose reminiscent of a pig, and a small pair of lips often drawn into a scowl. He's already missing a few teeth, consequences of poor hygiene and back alley brawls. He has a rotund frame with a hidden strength beneath the fatty layers. Scars crisscross his arms and legs, with a prominent gouge on his upper lip being his most noticeable mark. Crudely applied tattoos wrap around his biceps and across his back, old memories of his life in a street gang in his youth. He has no sense of fashion beyond the martial, and is rarely seen without some sort of armament strapped to his back or sitting at his hip.