» 24 years of age. Not that it's the easiest thing in the world to pin his age. » Stands a solid 188cm / 6'2" now, with whipcord musculature on a slightly broader frame. » Doesn't bother with cutting his hair except for when it itches his shoulders. » Spends at least one day a week in his sniper's nest at the top of the clocktower with the rifle he's picked up from the Emporium at some point. … And scares the odd newcomer when he fires it – it's a railgun, after all. [Hunting in the woods from the comfort of his nest in the city, just 'cause 5000m+ effective range. He does clean up afterwards, of course.] » Has enhanced his bionic arm to the best of his ability. Having combined both of its 'modes', he can carry the theatre's piano (and then some) with ease in the one hand and land 30 straight punches in one second without needing to do any fancy arm movements to switch between the two. » Takes on the role of local blacksmith when it suits him / when no-one else is in the forge. He makes about two blades a month, sometimes more. … Most are gifted to others, though he's got a dozen or two for himself (mostly daggers / fighting knives and throwing knives). » Is far more proficient in speaking French, but has lost some of his Banu fluency. » Plays piano concerts in the theatre every so often. … Never expects to draw much of a crowd, but still gets decent attendance numbers for the given city population. » Gets along well enough with just about everybody, from the Elves to the Mafia. … Doesn't actually run/own a shop/business, though he probably could. » Has about as much a hope of leaving as when he arrived; that is, not much, but enough for him to support those who have a stronger desire to do so.
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» Stands a solid 188cm / 6'2" now, with whipcord musculature on a slightly broader frame.
» Doesn't bother with cutting his hair except for when it itches his shoulders.
» Spends at least one day a week in his sniper's nest at the top of the clocktower with the rifle he's picked up from the Emporium at some point.
… And scares the odd newcomer when he fires it – it's a railgun, after all. [Hunting in the woods from the comfort of his nest in the city, just 'cause 5000m+ effective range. He does clean up afterwards, of course.]
» Has enhanced his bionic arm to the best of his ability. Having combined both of its 'modes', he can carry the theatre's piano (and then some) with ease in the one hand and land 30 straight punches in one second without needing to do any fancy arm movements to switch between the two.
» Takes on the role of local blacksmith when it suits him / when no-one else is in the forge. He makes about two blades a month, sometimes more.
… Most are gifted to others, though he's got a dozen or two for himself (mostly daggers / fighting knives and throwing knives).
» Is far more proficient in speaking French, but has lost some of his Banu fluency.
» Plays piano concerts in the theatre every so often.
… Never expects to draw much of a crowd, but still gets decent attendance numbers for the given city population.
» Gets along well enough with just about everybody, from the Elves to the Mafia.
… Doesn't actually run/own a shop/business, though he probably could.
» Has about as much a hope of leaving as when he arrived; that is, not much, but enough for him to support those who have a stronger desire to do so.