BASICS
::Name:: Zackary Kane
::Nickname::"Abel" "Lawgiver" "Peacemaker"
::Age::38
::Gender::Male
::Rank::11
::Race::Human
::Motivation::For Peace. For Valor. For Honor. For Peace.
::Defensive/Offensive::Defensive
::Class::Tank
APPEARANCE
::Eyes::Light storm cloud grey, now illuminates a pale ice blue.
::Hair::Pale Blond.
::Height:: 8' ft
::Weight::290lbs.
::Skin Tone::Olive.
::Build::Muscular.
::Body Markings::Strange glyphs in the form of tribal tattoos have etched themselves in to his rock hard skin.
::Voice:: His voice sounds distorted, but clearly understood. It is deep, and mechanical in nature when his helmet is on.
Before the change, he stood roughly about six-foot-six as detailed by the accounts of others that seemed to make it out of one of many numerous fallen cites alive twelve years ago when the massacres began. According the accounts then he was well muscled for any man given the lax time period, granting all of this, he was not super humanly strong in any way and there were stronger men than him then as there are now. He was meticulous in his appearance, as Captain of the guard he groomed himself incredibly neatly and polished every ring of his chain mail, and every plate of his plate mail--from head to toe. He expected the same of his guardsmen, and those dissatisfying him met with the lashing of a whip.