Hound
Name: Hound Race: Advanced Carrien Package: Scout SCL: 10 Appearance: At a measly six foot tall Hound is well on the short end of racial norms for Advanced Carrien, this however has had no effect on his overall weight which he has managed to maintain at a healthy twenty two stone. His form is clad in matt black body blocker with an integrated FEN scout helm and an ECM cape clasped over the shoulders. Personality: Hound is loyal to a fault, not only to the company but to the people he works with. In addition to this his conditioning and training at the Karma labs has given him a deeply ingrained need to find a pack to run and hunt with, a need to prove himself superior to his base line cousins and to prove that the time and effort the company has invested in him is worthwhile. Background: What can I say that will make you trust me? Do I remember the stink of the sewers, the scent of my brothers and sisters and the sweet sweet tste of my mothers milk? Of course I do, do I resent the company for this? Fuck no. My brothers and sisters may still be out there somewhere terrorising the citizens and causing untold amounts of damage to company property, they are base feral creatures barely scraping their way through life in an an effort to survive. I on the other hand have been moulded by the researchers a Karma, trained and elevated by some of best tutors the company can provide before being armed and armoured in such a why that I can efficiently compliment any the thousands of Squads trudging their way through the depths of downtown or the ruins of the cannibal sectors. You smell good though, little bit on the damp side but still maybe we'll last long enough to get something done around here.