Description

Appearance:

Name: What's in a name? That's Hobbes' question. Couldn't say he really had a name at any point; so he "borrowed" one from a philosopher. But what good is a name if it doesn't mean something? So Thomas Hobbes, the writer of Leviathan, became a god among men, something more, something empowered. Something "Special". And to that end, his name justifies everything he is: A Leviathan.

Age: Looks are deceiving, and though he doesn't look a day over nineteen, our dear boy Hobbes is somewhere in his fifties. Thank god for bionic implants.

Gender: Male, complete with reproductive organs and everything.

Skill: While some say swordplay is dead, Hobbes finds it the most endearing form of death for anyone, and so his standard is fencing. However, aside from this, his biotic implants make him a more powerful force to be reckoned with. Strength, Speed, Reaction time, all enhanced. And so the Leviathan is truly a god in his right.

Side: The Leviathan loves his job. With that said, he gladly works for the company, and handles all sorts of jobs, just for the thrill of taking another's life. In this sense, he's a bit of a sadist, yeah, but it's not like he doesn't have his reasons. Better than the streets, in his opinion. In short: Working For.

Personality

What the hell are you?!: Seductive and alluring, Hobbes, despite his upbringing, is an incredibly charismatic person. A charmer to say the least, his way with the ladies does not end his persuasive skills. Often is he seen as a political figure, and despite his ability to kill without rebound, he can talk his way out of nearly any situation, and even in several languages. Adept at observation, the only thing that outclasses his ability to understand is his Dark Humor, perhaps his most noteworthy characteristic.

Equipment

The Tools Make the Man

Silence is Golden Hobbes' trademark Mauser, perhaps his favorite weapon to boot. Trimmed with the standard black tint to the metallic frame, each ten-round cartridge is dotted with his own proverb. "Misery Comes in Brass".

Revenge is a Cold Bitch The second and more "Fancy" weapon in his arsenal, Revenge as he calls it is his dapper rapier, used to, in his words, "Jab people to death".

The Calm Amidst the Storm The final common weapon in Hobbes' inventory is a Sniper Rifle. Notably a .50 Cal, this weapon gets the job done, and the six round box magazine filled with thermite rounds, coupled with the high focus telescopic scope lets the Leviathan get the job done from quite some distance.

History

Sometimes, they Ask me how I got here: Born to parents whom dumped him on a random doorstep, Hobbes was never formally given a name, or if he was, he forgot it. Brought up through some dapper rich family whom simply "Loved" the concept of a son, he was given everything. And he hated it. While he was a diligent student, studying even the things he wasn't supposed to in classes, Thomas couldn't help but feel like he wasn't living up to his potential. One day, he just decided to say "Fuck it" and run away. Well that went great. For the next ten-twelve years, he lived on street after street after street, surviving off of the generosity of the posh upper class that he spat on in secret. In time, his ability to read others paid off, and he worked his way in to a poor-paying job as a restaurant bus-boy. Here he began his incredulous talents of learning people, and understanding them, if not outright influencing them. Every now and again he'd give a corporate type poor business advice, or point out the flaws in a happy couple. And he loved it.

Well in time, Hobbes fucked with the wrong people, and when they came back for revenge, Carnage, whom had inadvertently noticed his talent for, and pardon my french, "Fucking people over" and decided they wanted the young philosopher on board for their terrible terrible goals. And he joined. Gladly.