Acharon Gavriil

・Born out of wedlock, he was raised by his mother at a brothel in the slums
・In his early teens, he enlisted in an experimental soldier program for the $$$ when THE WAR broke out
・After THE WAR, he became acquainted with the DOC and started working any odd job that came his way

Physical Description

・Dull brown hair + sleepy blue eyes
・Wears an old fur-trimmed military jacket, ribbed black turtleneck with 3/4 sleeves, dark jeans, and deerskin driving gloves
・7 tattooed rings; one on each upper-arm, two on each upper-thigh, and  one which wraps around his neck to meet a tattooed number "xxvii" at his nape

Extra

・Weapon(s) of choice: guns
・His voice is low + a bit raspy; as if from lack of use
・Has an innocent fondness for ladies of the night, and frequently visits his 'sisters' in the red-light district (acts as their muscle if there's any trouble)
・Is constantly asked to work with his 'sisters' by the owner and their clientele but always declines their offers
・Drives what appears to be a crappy 1980s two-door honda crx replica
・Is a talkative drunk, who enjoys karaoke
・Goes commando / sleeps naked
・Blood type: O-
・Impotent

Relationship

Demitry | ☂
"...He's useful to have around..."
Partner-in-crime. They work and live(?) together. Dem helps him with everything technology-based, as Acharon can barely even understand how to work a cellphone.

Em | ☁
"It's complicated..."
A mistake. Embla found him one night passed out in an alley beside a karaoke club and brought him home. Little does she know, Acharon's a big part of a mystery she's been looking to uncover.

Doc | ❄
"He's helped me out of a few tight spots in the past..."
The good Doctor supplies Acharon with work and patches him up, in exchange for a finders fee and occasionally using him as a test subject.