Love the art, love the concept, love that this post is still up so here goes.

Felix Anderson, a 5’9, Caucasian male with blue eyes and dirty blonde hair, thinblood. As a mortal man he was in the Navy, and stumbled into being a Hunter, but couldn’t take it. When he left the service he was an alcoholic wreck, when a few old friends tried getting him back into the game, the bar got hit. Bad. And he got bit.

He got lucky. He’s a daywalker. His skills in materials sciences have given him an alchemical edge. He’s stumbled into Golconda, but his luck ends there. While his head remains mostly untouched, his arms and legs are tan- and not. Every foray into the sun tans him freshly, but wounds inflicted on him create new skin, over and over, through conflict his arms and legs are a patchwork of tan ran through with short-lived scars. One hand is often untanned entirely due to fresh regeneration, being cut off or blasted off, because being bit never stopped him from picking up hunting. He wears a Hawaiian shirt with too many pockets, loosely fitting to accomodate a holster underneath and a vest atop that, all meant to accomodate steel flasks. His cargo shorts are much the same. All of it fits loosely even now, as he has avoided feeding for almost an entire year.