Biography:
Andrew O'Brien had been born a son of a whore, literally. He felt no shame in that as prostitution had served his mother well and put good food on the table. While he had been required by law to go to school there was little he could relate to those in middle class homes and worrying about things like grades, homework or college had been a joke. He spent most of his time worrying about food, heating bills and how to keep his mother's clients from getting too rowdy. As time went on he learned to scavenge things the upper classes didn't want. It was amazing what rich people would throw away. And even more amazing what he could lift when they weren't looking. What he couldn't use himself he learned to barter away for a decent price on the black market. He never did anything stupid like shoplift or burglary, he simply took advantage of people's avarice, arrogance and ignorance.

When the announcement about the asteroid went on the streams Andrew paid it little mind. He was more concerned about things like trying to con his next mark in order to pay for gas and food. When the asteroid came down he was on the road in his little mobile home, his little calico tom cat sitting on the seat next to him as they drove far away from the mark they had just ripped several thousand credits off of and made their way through the middle of no where along back roads not hardly a soul ever drove for days on end. There was a flash of light in the distance and Andrew had just enough time to pull over before a green cloud darkened the sky above him. He sat and watched, petting his cat, as the skies filled with dark glowing green particles that drifted down and covered the landscape. Within a few minutes he fell asleep. When he awoke he found himself covered in a shell of dark green glowing resin which was slowly cracking and breaking apart as he struggled to move. But something wasn't right. His body wasn't as he recognized it. As he pushed the remainder of the cocoon away he saw short brown, white and black fur upon his body in a familiar patchy pattern. As he touched his face he found he now had a short, if more muted and humanoid, feline muzzle, and large feline ears on atop his head. And very uncomfortably was his tail beneath him which he did his best to get out as he struggled to get free. It lashed in response to his irritation. He was most definitely no longer human. His cat however was no where to be found.

Description:

O'Brien is about 5'10 and 210lb with a muscular build. His fur is overall white with large patches of tan, brown, and black dispersed across his body in a calico pattern. He does his best to keep his fur well groomed but given his line of work that is not always easy to do and often times is left dusty or filled with grime from whatever he has been doing. His usual gear includes a black leather jacket with numerous pockets, a lightweight backpack, lockpicks, a switchblade, his VDA, and a handgun a hip holster. He quickly gave up trying to figure out how to fashion any sort of boots after the change as between claws and foot shape they just seem like too much trouble and his feline paws seem to help him walk quieter anyway.

Personality: Softclaws is pragmatic, opurtunistic and ruthless when it comes to taking advantage of a rich mark however he is also compassionate to those in need and who are suffering. He also is particularly lustful and has a eye for the female persuasion.

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