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by Klaww Wed Feb 06, 2013 11:23 pm==Basic Information==
Name: Klaww
Age: 48
Gender: Male
Race: Diamond Dog
Occupation: Serial Killer on the Run/Temporary Slaver
==Physical Description==
Coat Colour: White
Mane and Tail Colour: n/a
Eye Colour: Red
Cutie Mark: n/a
==Personality==
Klaww is cold and calculating. He is hard to get along with, and has a crippled social life. He is a bonified psychopath, and views most anyone of any race as unworthy of their lives. He doesn’t even bother covering up his utter hatred of his fellow Equestrians.
He does, however, exhibit some small amount of empathy. He enjoys the pain of others, hence his preferred method of execution being things like stoning, fire and starvation. He loves to watch the hope drain out of the eyes of his slaves, and gets off on cries of agony and despair.
However, he is not a raider. Despite his cruelty and background, he refuses to act in a cannibalistic way, and does not mutilate corpses. While he hates the living, he respects the dead. He is also completely in control of his actions. He does what he does out of a want to do so, and will react to any situation as he sees fit. He also quotes Unity and prays to the Goddess, but does not dedicate his ‘work’ to her.
==History==
Born Fleabite, he grew up in Stable 113 with the rest of his pack. He had a normal childhood, as far as stable life went. When the genocide came along, he watched as the ponies and buffalo, griffins and diamond dogs, even the zebras succumbed to paranoia and hatred, and began to fight and squabble amongst themselves.
He was still a pup in those dark times, hiding behind his mother’s legs. Though his family emerged from the ordeal relatively unscathed (an uncle on his father’s side perished), the memories of that time haunted him. His mother, realizing the utter insanity of the Stable was just a hoax, opted to join the group headed towards what would eventually be Stableton. He never saw his father again, as he decided to leave for the south with his parents and sister.
Fleabite’s mother helped to build Stableton, and he lived a harsh yet livable life there. He worked hard at his job of hunting Radroaches and Radscorpions, which in turn gave him strength and speed. He was never well liked, being an albino, which most villagers believed would detract from their camouflage, despite being brightly colored themselves.
However, due to personal beliefs, he refused to eat meat, or even animal byproducts, becoming a strict vegan. He also grew deeply involved in religion, specifically the worship of Unity and the Goddess, despite his inability to join with them.
Eventually, his inability to cope with the events of his puphood culminated in an epiphany: If diamond dogs and ponies and all the races of Equestria would fight and kill each other just to survive, then he would be doing the world a favor by helping them reach their self-destructive goal.
He began with his own mother, who was slowly dying of old age. He helped her along, specifically by setting her and their home alight, and watching as it burned. It was assumed by the authorities that the silent albino was nearly a victim of a freak accident, and he was sent to live with a kind pony family.
He used his speed and strength to his advantage as he killed his new family. First, he took out the father with a long piece of rebar used to hold the door in place. Then, he shoved the mother in her own oven, and listened to her bake. Then, he chased the older filly as she tried to run, and gutted her in an alley. Finally, he returned home and strangled the foal.
The authorities arrived as the foal stopped breathing, and he was forced to make a run for it. He narrowly avoided capture when he was trapped in an alley, but his opposable thumbs let him climb to a second-story window and into a building. This allowed him to escape the town, as it opened into a street near the gat and he left before somepony could alert the gate guards.
Fleabite had died long ago in that stable, so the murderer took on a new identity. In addition to his new name of Klaww, he used his own claws to carve marks into his skin, similar to the tribal-like Zebra glyphs. He carved a crude claw symbol into his forehead and a series of curved lines on his flanks. He finished with five ticks on his forearm, as his murder count.
He became a slaver to survive, growing to enjoy the work. Over time, his albinism began to leech away at his vision, and not a pair of eyeglasses could be found. He had returned now, on the anniversary of his self-exile, with a host of new marks on his forelimbs, numbering 22.
==SPECIAL==
Strength: 12 [Bruiser]
Perception: 4
Endurance: 7
Charisma: 3
Intelligence: 5
Agility: 6
Luck: 5
==Secondary Attributes==
Health: 205
DT: 7
AP: 26 [Bruiser]
RM: 2 [Intimidating Presence]
Crit Threshold: 96
Botch Threshold: 6
Dodge: 18
==Skills==
Barter: 15
Energy Weapons: 17
Explosives: 17
Guns: 21
Lockpick: 32 [TAG!]
Medicine: 19
Melee: 48 [TAG!]
Repair: 19
Science: 19
Sneak: 21
Speech: 15
Survival: 23
Unarmed: 38 [TAG!]
==Racial Attributes==
Natural DT: 4
Natural unarmed damage: 10
Can You Dig It: Can quickly dig through soft terrain, provided both hands are free. Digging speed is based on Strength.
I Feel It In My Toes: You have a primitive tremor sense, allowing you to navigate while burrowing and possibly notice things that disturb a solid surface you’re in direct contact with (usually the ground). The acuity of this sense is based on Perception.
Lumbering Biped: Movement actions cost an additional 2 AP. Can’t equip battle saddles.
These Guns: Can increase Strength to 12 via perks.
==Traits==
Bruiser
Intimidating Presence
Name: Klaww
Age: 48
Gender: Male
Race: Diamond Dog
Occupation: Serial Killer on the Run/Temporary Slaver
==Physical Description==
Coat Colour: White
Mane and Tail Colour: n/a
Eye Colour: Red
Cutie Mark: n/a
==Personality==
Klaww is cold and calculating. He is hard to get along with, and has a crippled social life. He is a bonified psychopath, and views most anyone of any race as unworthy of their lives. He doesn’t even bother covering up his utter hatred of his fellow Equestrians.
He does, however, exhibit some small amount of empathy. He enjoys the pain of others, hence his preferred method of execution being things like stoning, fire and starvation. He loves to watch the hope drain out of the eyes of his slaves, and gets off on cries of agony and despair.
However, he is not a raider. Despite his cruelty and background, he refuses to act in a cannibalistic way, and does not mutilate corpses. While he hates the living, he respects the dead. He is also completely in control of his actions. He does what he does out of a want to do so, and will react to any situation as he sees fit. He also quotes Unity and prays to the Goddess, but does not dedicate his ‘work’ to her.
==History==
Born Fleabite, he grew up in Stable 113 with the rest of his pack. He had a normal childhood, as far as stable life went. When the genocide came along, he watched as the ponies and buffalo, griffins and diamond dogs, even the zebras succumbed to paranoia and hatred, and began to fight and squabble amongst themselves.
He was still a pup in those dark times, hiding behind his mother’s legs. Though his family emerged from the ordeal relatively unscathed (an uncle on his father’s side perished), the memories of that time haunted him. His mother, realizing the utter insanity of the Stable was just a hoax, opted to join the group headed towards what would eventually be Stableton. He never saw his father again, as he decided to leave for the south with his parents and sister.
Fleabite’s mother helped to build Stableton, and he lived a harsh yet livable life there. He worked hard at his job of hunting Radroaches and Radscorpions, which in turn gave him strength and speed. He was never well liked, being an albino, which most villagers believed would detract from their camouflage, despite being brightly colored themselves.
However, due to personal beliefs, he refused to eat meat, or even animal byproducts, becoming a strict vegan. He also grew deeply involved in religion, specifically the worship of Unity and the Goddess, despite his inability to join with them.
Eventually, his inability to cope with the events of his puphood culminated in an epiphany: If diamond dogs and ponies and all the races of Equestria would fight and kill each other just to survive, then he would be doing the world a favor by helping them reach their self-destructive goal.
He began with his own mother, who was slowly dying of old age. He helped her along, specifically by setting her and their home alight, and watching as it burned. It was assumed by the authorities that the silent albino was nearly a victim of a freak accident, and he was sent to live with a kind pony family.
He used his speed and strength to his advantage as he killed his new family. First, he took out the father with a long piece of rebar used to hold the door in place. Then, he shoved the mother in her own oven, and listened to her bake. Then, he chased the older filly as she tried to run, and gutted her in an alley. Finally, he returned home and strangled the foal.
The authorities arrived as the foal stopped breathing, and he was forced to make a run for it. He narrowly avoided capture when he was trapped in an alley, but his opposable thumbs let him climb to a second-story window and into a building. This allowed him to escape the town, as it opened into a street near the gat and he left before somepony could alert the gate guards.
Fleabite had died long ago in that stable, so the murderer took on a new identity. In addition to his new name of Klaww, he used his own claws to carve marks into his skin, similar to the tribal-like Zebra glyphs. He carved a crude claw symbol into his forehead and a series of curved lines on his flanks. He finished with five ticks on his forearm, as his murder count.
He became a slaver to survive, growing to enjoy the work. Over time, his albinism began to leech away at his vision, and not a pair of eyeglasses could be found. He had returned now, on the anniversary of his self-exile, with a host of new marks on his forelimbs, numbering 22.
==SPECIAL==
Strength: 12 [Bruiser]
Perception: 4
Endurance: 7
Charisma: 3
Intelligence: 5
Agility: 6
Luck: 5
==Secondary Attributes==
Health: 205
DT: 7
AP: 26 [Bruiser]
RM: 2 [Intimidating Presence]
Crit Threshold: 96
Botch Threshold: 6
Dodge: 18
==Skills==
Barter: 15
Energy Weapons: 17
Explosives: 17
Guns: 21
Lockpick: 32 [TAG!]
Medicine: 19
Melee: 48 [TAG!]
Repair: 19
Science: 19
Sneak: 21
Speech: 15
Survival: 23
Unarmed: 38 [TAG!]
==Racial Attributes==
Natural DT: 4
Natural unarmed damage: 10
Can You Dig It: Can quickly dig through soft terrain, provided both hands are free. Digging speed is based on Strength.
I Feel It In My Toes: You have a primitive tremor sense, allowing you to navigate while burrowing and possibly notice things that disturb a solid surface you’re in direct contact with (usually the ground). The acuity of this sense is based on Perception.
Lumbering Biped: Movement actions cost an additional 2 AP. Can’t equip battle saddles.
These Guns: Can increase Strength to 12 via perks.
==Traits==
Bruiser
Intimidating Presence
