Name: O’Dyna, Culainn
Age: 17
Race: Human(?)
Weight: 160 lbs
Height: 5’11”
Hair: Dark red. Matted.
Eyes: Angry.
Complexion: Pale.
Distinguishing Marks: Ansuz rune tattooed across his left eye.
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Abilities: Culainn has recently discovered his ability to soak up and survive vast amounts of damage. This is not healing factor – he can simply remain functional despite fatal injury. He also has the polar opposite ability; whether it has something to do with the way he perceives other humans, or interacts with the world around him, or whatever the case, Culainn can cause damage to a person disproportionate to the momentum and weapon he’s using (e.g. a small, blunt knife could end up ripping someone almost in half). He has no training, but is a pretty natural (and messy) fighter.
Flaws: Only sees ends, never processes. Unhealthily angry. No understanding of the term ‘back down’.
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Known Associations: He’s a fuckin' nobody.
Brief History: Culainn was born in Ganymede, where virtually everyone is a nobody, and like most of its residents, remained there for lack of a regional passport rather his preferences. He was never particularly unhappy with his situation, and would have been considered a pretty cheery kid, especially by Ganymede standards. Then his father was accused of being in league with slave traders from the neighbouring city of Lyonnesse, the local militia barging into their apartment and pushing nails through daddy’s head till he looked like Pinhead Senior. Understandably, this didn’t sit so well with Culainn. Before they offed the youngster just to be on the safe side, he felt a monstrous wellspring of rage burst open somewhere inside him, and hacked anything in the room that was vaguely human-shaped into tiny little bits. This is where Culainn’s story begins. He’s angry at the guys that’ve ruined his life, at the city of Ganymede itself, at Lyonnesse for being the source of this big misunderstanding, and at the world in general. And he’s not gonna keep all that anger bottled up.
