Malefacent
NAME.  Malefacent  real name- Lonnie Dillon

AFFILIATION.   Hunter

AGE.   52

DESCRIPTION.   5'4" lithe build, though not terribly athletic. He is possessed of a boyish look despite his age, his curly white hair kept fairly close cropped, save an unruly tail. Usually dresses in foppish fashion, having an affinity for leathers, lace, and velvets, though he is seen in just a T-shirt and jeans on occasion.  Always wears glasses, and is often polishing thme religiously, they are a requirement for reading only, and his eye sight remains fairly keen otherwise

INFORMATION.   A former Inquisition researcher, and field agent, he's taken the equivalent to a desk job, really "retired" in his opinion. He works as a bartender, and rather enjoys the work. The Inquisition keeps tabs on him, of only for the heretical powers some have claimed he possesses.
    Originally a hunter of some minor reputation, if not for the kills, for surviving. "Assholes like the 'Reaper' my burn bright, but how long will they last?" he always says, and "Malefacent" is a code name which though not responisble for anything as spectacular as some Inquisition hunters, is HAS at least been around for awhile.
    In truth, he is accursed, suffering under the damnable curse of good fortune. He is bound by unknown parties, never to reveal who thus hexed him, lest he suffer consequences unknown. Considering the curse, one has to wonder what coule be worse. All he can freely tell is the terms of the curse, "Good fortune shall follow you like a lapdog, and shall keep you well and safe through all the hurdles of life. Save one, and while fate shall suckle you like it's own babe, the ones you love will suffer for your gift." He keeps to himself, considering any he gets close to tend to regret it.
    He has survived encounters that even legendary Inquisitors like Balthus Thompson or Rick Idle would be hard pressed to escape, but has removed himself from his previously dnagerous lifestyle, prefering not to tempt fate. Playing a game of Russian Roulette, he seeks not to test his "curse". Originally enjoying the curse, he bas begun to fear with his old age, that the "one time" fortune turns her smile from him might be just around the corner. 
    Obviously Lonnie has been through the standard Inquisitor's training, which would mean he is proficient in melee, and firearms combat, as well as versed in supernatural lore. Barehanded combat, he uses a style all his own, he has loving dubbed, "whatever the hell works". As with any sane Inquisitor, he usually prefers flight over fighting if he is without a gun. Presently, he is trying to distance himself from the whole mess, but apparently fate has different ideas as darkness has fallen over the city he was hiding in.
Quote: "Shit... I knew I should have retired to Vegas."

PLAYER EMAIL.   lordfox@planetjurai.com