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Name: Grace
Gender: Male
Species: Slig
Age: 18 (Sligs live to be about 20)
Appearance: Notably smaller than your average big-bro, but still quite big enough thank you very much. His mask is the old visor-style but not quite as opaque as normal; a little can be seen of his sunken, puffy eyes beyond. He bares a fair share of scars and looks fairly roughed-up at the best of times.
Personality: Shrewd and mean; his interests are only for himself and he distains the society he lives in. He's never violent for the sake of violence, but he has a dangerously short fuse.
Equipment: His pants are old and poorly maintained, his visor is old, specialised and reasonably well looked after. His gun is a very old model, but powerful and treasured by its owner.
History: A old battle veteran from when land and slaves were won through war and not deception, Grace was retired from the military when his usefulness was used up. A tactician and a fearsome leader, he did not adapt well to life as a guard. His inability to hold down a job for more than a few weeks have caused much wandering across Mudos, finally leading him to Rupture Farms.