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Bonegrinder
Legacy Name: Bonegrinder

The

Bloodred Mallarchy
Owner:

Judgement

Age: 17 years, 11 months, 5 days

Born: May 27th, 2006

Adopted: 17 years, 11 months, 5 days ago (Legacy)

Adopted: May 27th, 2006 (Legacy)

Statistics

Level: 198
Strength: 462
Defense: 465
Speed: 460
Health: 460
HP: 395/460
Intelligence: 195
Books Read: 194
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Jeweler

"There is no good. There is only bad and ugly."

'Bonegrinder' is not a name that you consider light-heartedly when you hear it, especially when you realise he earned this title. In fact, if you happen to hear the name at all then you're better off dead. Bonegrinder doesn't make his alias known without good reason; either you're a pretty good-looking guy or girl, or he's there to kill you on business.
99.9% of the time it's the latter.

Bonegrinder is best described as a mercenary though his work tends to fall mainly within the area of information-gathering, assassination and theft. He's not a patient man like other detectives, waiting in the sidelines and picking up clues. No, he would much rather bung you in a van and drive you somewhere quiet and lonely to, ah...'coerce' the information out of you.

Like I said, if you do meet this guy, chances are you're a dead man. (Or woman, he doesn't really care which one you are.)

Needless to say his work isn't exactly legal. He isn't a detective for the government; their ways of information obtaining are for the rookies of the business- the weak-kneed and the faint-hearted. No, Bonegrinder works for a pair of- mostly (in)sane- underground bosses. They're even more hare-brained than the few tasks they seldomly assign to this 'Chy.

'Torturer' is a bit too crude, according to Bonegrinder. Killing is an art, and information extraction an even more precarious one. You need to get just the right amount of pain and the right amount of incentive to talk, according to the Mallarchy.

Odd, isn't it, when you expect what basically is a merciless killer to be something terrifying and intimidating (a Mortiking, or a Velosotor or maybe even a Darkonite would be the first ones you'd point to in a police line-up,) but rather you're face to beak with what appears to be a waddling, quacking bird.

It's no laughing matter, however. Death pays.

Centropolis life is busy and hectic. The perfect place to hide away when somebody is looking for you. By sheer wit and cunning he's been able to evade persecution for about 10 years.

Long may it continue? Well. Like beauty, it's in the eye of the beholder.

Name: David
Alias: Bonegrinder
Age: 37
Relationship status: Not really interested.
Personality: Quiet, sarcastic, enjoys reading.
Food: Coffee and anything with barbecue sauce.