Age: 48
Hair Color: Jet Black
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 160lbs
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Nationality: Great Britain
Fighting Style: Bruiser
Personality: Unlike his brother, Thaddeus is calm and effervescent, always waiting and always watching, deeming if there be purity within the other, and if so, shall strike determined and hard. Even if deemed pure, madness will still try to corrupt, so better to fight off the temptation than to be steeped in sin. A son of a preacher gone mad and forever lost, a younger son to be the right hand of the older brother. Never do they fight the same fight, but will always be near each other, ever waiting to deal with the problem they designed themselves to defeat.
History: Tainted life is the only thing worth seeking, but what does it matter if someone is steeped in sanity? Never once to touch the abhorrent concepts deemed to blasphemous, never to seek out forbidden knowledge. There is a question worth asking, what is life and what is the madness that ever seeks corruption? My brother decided long ago that question or not worth asking, only worth wondering, but there lies the problems with his ordeal. He cannot judge from one's self that they are stable or not unstable, so it is my job as the right hand of the Caster of Sin, his, Chambered Leviathan. Seek not from yourself the purity you wish to display, but the toxic sin that corrupts the narrows of your life. Six shots in a chamber, each shot aimed precisely and carefully, if deemed pure than they shall face me, but if deemed that of sin, I shall leave and let Enoch have them. We are unbalanced after all, we are sons of a dead and forgotten pastor hellbent on the destruction of impurities, we are after all just a little mad here.
Journal Excerpt: You know what this world is missing? Can't think of anything? That's right, absolutely fucking nothing! I realized long ago that there is nothing that will happen that can change the course of fate, but only yourself, and yourself only. Life just doesn't care about some insignificant speck of dust like you and has to stop on a dime and fix your problems. I also learned that to do anything you have to kill a few people and bury a few bodies, the natural state of the world keeps turning and life goes on, no one will ever miss anyone that they never knew, so that's how it is. But the loneliness and isolation you feel as their eyes stare into you through the midnight veil, you want to choke out their voiceless cries and bury them deeper, the growing hunger welling up inside of you becomes too much and you have to go out and kill again, and bury again. The cycle begins anew. I only agree to help my brother out of pity for what I could never do, I was born to reap and I am destined to die as I did to others. But there is no redemption on my path, the only thing I can guarantee is that I will not see to it that another ever gets to the state that I am in. Never. Absolution is my code and I shall make sure that no one falls into the path that I am in, even if it means killing my own brother. We are all fucked and that's just how it is, we are mad and so are you, but how mad are you? -Journal Excerpt of Thaddeus Darby
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