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Looks:
Tallish, broad-shouldered, but lean rather than blatantly muscular
(Pyschokick notes that Kubo is built rather like the EVA-01 mecha: long and
lean) Dark green, spiky, unkempt hair, tanned skin, and dark green eyes-so
dark they're almost black. Could be handsome if you got him to stop scowling
at you. Three nasty-looking slash wounds that never heal mar his abs.
Dresses in black most of the time; he generally wears a uniform with the
jacket undone, the neck open, tie missing, pants faded to soft black/near
gray, and has the sleeves rolled up.
Personality:
Hello can we say angst city? Laconic, generally unfazeable,
cynical, but incredibly calm in the face of most provocation.
Anti-authoritarian, but admires strong self-control, restraint, and a
personal code. Capable of bitching like there is no tomorrow.
Smarts:
Extremely intelligent, far more so than most people realize. Capable
of detailed analytic thought even in the most stressful situations-handy
given his chosen profession.
Cooking:
Can do it. Nothing special, just efficient and edible, don't ask
for much beyond that.
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Fighting Skills:
Series of chi attacks. Can control his own blood, inside and
outside his body. Decent knowledge of melee weapons but doesn't carry any on
him. Practices a currently unknown martial art style.
Special Abilities:
Blood control, and also has a unique method of jacking into
the wired.
Occupation:
Hacker for hire
Competition:
Who knows, he ain't saying. Seems to be hanging around Jude an
awful lot though.
Finances:
Pretty good. He's not above padding them occasionally.
In-Laws:
They aren't on speaking terms to put it lightly.
Sex:
No go, sorry. He has been infected with chemfets specifically designed
for his body and in another body they would most likely be fatal. However,
if you could control, or meld with the chemfets, or in some way counter act
them, then maybe.
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