Name: Fife Pine
Age: EHHHHHHH that's rather private, isn't it?
Height: 5'10
Sexual Preference:
Stalking people Watching couples through their windows Pan.
Occupation: Purveyor of high quality cannabis and freshly harvested organs
Species: Frankenstein (not to be confused with the pronoun Frankenstein).
Notes: Not actually dead at all, frankensteins are a human-like race, with the notable exception of being able to replace any damaged or missing body part (aside from the brain) with one from a donor. Some limitations exist, such as the age of the replacement part and time limitations for replacing major organs. A heart, for example, needs to be replaced with a new one no older than a day deceased within around 45 minutes of the frankenstein's ceasing to function, as after that brain damage may occur. New parts actually adapt and permanently attach themselves to the body in a fairly normal healing process.
Other notes include low physical sensitivity and high pain tolerance, so that the injured frankenstein may repair themselves quickly. The thread a frankenstein uses is actually self-produced, a silk sac similar to a spider's within the throat allowing for easy self-repair no matter the environment.
Personal History: That's also private. But, well, it's not interesting or anything, anyway. Just grew up with his half-sister, who had a bit of a bad luck curse on her or whatever, so their grandma sort of raised them both with assassin's training so they'd survive past puberty without being killed. But now his sister is badass enough on her own that she doesn't really need Fife to protect her anymore, so he needed to find something else to do with his life. Void City seemed like an interesting place, and it's been fun so far. Although, ever since he came here he's been hearing this weird song that's been driving him crazy...
Contents of pockets: A joint, a sharp knife, and some dried corn. You know, for birds.
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Colbitzer
@ 3:32 PM Apr 17th