Deformed, demented, Canaborat wants revenge on humanity itself.
Unpleasent, morbid sense of humour, though he never tells any jokes. Has issues with authority. Cold hearted, a bit of a temper. Seems to have a fondness for homeless dogs, especially a pair of large black wolfwounds that seem to appear from nowhere.
Two nickle plated .50 Desert Eagles, switchblade, snub-nose on ankle, knuckle-dusters, slide-out wide-blade up sleeve.
Canaborat, also known as Cole Canaborat, used to live a normal life. Worked a dead end job, ran errands for a mobster uncle and visited his mother on occasions.
It was in the late afternoon one summer day when Cole was on vacation he stumbled upon the pit of a rare type of serpent, which lived in the lava run off from the volcano above it and spat acid at its enemies. Cole received one such attack and was knocked-out. He was lost alone and in pain. No matter how loud he shouted or how badly he screamed, no one came. He began to give up when out of the shadows of the swiftly approaching night two black wolfhounds appeared from nowhere. He passed out and woke up again in a crate, his face, no longer in pain but horribly deformed. Though he survived, it seemed most of his sanity didnt. He came to New York and began killing off people at random, out of rage and self-hatred. Unfortunately for the police, and the public, he was good at it. This got picked up by his uncle, who talked to the boss and arranged for Cole to work as a hitman for his organazation, which his uncle now called "The Family Business". He is sick, twisted, and the highest caliber of killer, a threat to humanity.