BOUNTY HUNTER, hector wolfe

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[attr="class","about_1"]PERSONALITY

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(CHAOTIC NEUTRAL) Hector Wolfe is a man who follows his intuition. He is an individual first and last. While his liberty is his utmost importance, he doesn't strive to protect others' freedom. He avoids authority, resents restrictions and challenges traditions. Challenging the status quo allows him to act without the restrictions of society and with a saint-like zeal. He doesn't actively seek to destroy justice, organization or order; though he might if such concepts stand in the way of his personal freedom, or in even rarer circumstances, to liberate others from cruel oppression.

[attr="class","about_1"]HISTORY / FREE FORM

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The streets of Alubarna were tough for an orphan. No more than eight and he was already left for the wolves. Malnourished and weak, still, the child found ways to survive. Hector stole from local markets, begged for coins on street corners and gambled what he had in attempts to double or triple it; most of which resulted in a beating that left him broke in more ways than you’d imagine. To escape this world of desperation, he left the city walls when he could, exploring nearby ruins. He’d often pretend he was an archaeologist, looking for clues of ancient civilization.
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In the depths of a ruined sanctuary, Hector found an old man exploring with his pet wolf. The beast terrified him at first glance, but its calm and loving nature grew on him, as much as his relationship with this archaeologist. Without parents, he’d been left to his own device and had to figure out life on his own terms. For once, he had a mentor to guide his moral compass and share his excitement for the world; someone to redirect his hatred into something pure.
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It was a sad day when the devil’s tree came to bear fruit, Hector only fifteen years of age. For what seemed like an amazing discovery at the time, inevitably led to an unsightly downfall. A crew of pirates had set their eyes on this prize, but when they stumbled on an old man and his grandson—clutching what they believed to be theirs—their captain snapped. A long-barreled flintlock lit and blew grandpa’s brains all over the walls of the sanctuary. They tied up the boy and loaded him onto their ship, mocking him for his cries of horror as he watched his only friend slip into eternal darkness.
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They sailed for days, saying nothing of their destination or his. When he was finally too weak to kick and scream or spit in the face of a pirate, they brought him some food. At first he ignored the meals. Until they finally insisted that he eat and that he might not sell if he grew any thinner.
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When they docked on shore, he felt a shiver run down his spine. Kuraigana Island was a dark and gloomy place, one that invited death. They set up camp on the shore and built a fire to keep warm. It was never enough to keep them safe. In the dark of the night, he revealed himself beside the fire. A glowing blade cut silver streaks through the darkness, and the disgruntled cries of men were followed by the thud of their bodies as they toppled to the sand. In a matter of seconds, nearly thirty men had been slaughtered without a single chance to draw their weapons. He wondered what in the fuck had happened, his body was shaking nervously, eyes darting back and forth.
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When the old man emerged from the shadows, he smiled kindly at the boy, reminding him of his earlier mentor in Alubarna. Daemon Wolfe was a famous bounty-hunter that left the limelight years prior. He had opposed the World Government and aided a criminal in escaping their grasp, and if he were anyone else they would have left his head on a stake. Daemon had been in isolation on this island for years, but when he saw Hector imprisoned by a crew of pirates he knew he had to risk exposure and free him.
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The next several years were gruesome. Under Daemon’s wing, he had trained fighting the beasts of the island. It was during this time that he learned to manifest Busoshoku Haki and practice the Devil’s Swordplay. Beyond the skills he honed, Daemon also passed on a moral compass. He taught Hector to protect the freedom of the oppressed, but not at the cost of his own; as his self-believe and independence should come first.
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When his second chance had been ripped away in front of him, he felt the security of his world cave in on itself. In the morning everything seemed fine, but by noon a trail of smoke rose high into the sky from the eastern side of the island. The beaches were flooded with marines and cipher pol agents, who circle the land mass until the two were surrounded. That wasn’t to say they went down easy, or without taking as many lives as they could.
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Hector was still weak. When his sword was parried from his grip, another was pressed against his throat. Daemon forfeited his weapon and raised his hands in the air, offering submission to keep the boy alive. Hector still remember’s that cocky agent’s grin as he lopped the bounty hunter's head from his shoulders. Crying couldn’t bring him back. Nor could it stop the pain he was about to endure.
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Some whacky, mad scientist had acquired the world government’s interest and investment. Now, Hector was to be the subject for their experimentations. Ultimately, they planned to create an unstoppable weapon, one that obeyed orders. First, they had to break him. They sliced his arm from fingertips to shoulder in one-inch dissections and displayed them overhead to study the precise layout of his arm. This was done without anesthesia, the pain was so excruciating that Hector would pass out. And then they would wake him up and start all over.
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When his arm had been fully amputated, they replaced it with a bionic limb and began a physical therapy treatment to facilitate the cognitive use of the cybernetic augmentation. When he had fully recovered and even began to admire his new power, they broke him again. This time they took his eyes. For weeks he was blind, left to the anxieties and fear of his tortured mind while he gazed into blackness.
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The first implant failed and they were forced to permanently seal his right eye and let it heal over. Fortunately, the second implant compensated for his lost vision. This advanced piece of technology granted him a visual processing speed that boosted his perception with great success and even allowed him to tap into the government’s database of world criminals and their current bounty. This Doctor even thought they could use the computerized optic to study haki. While they thought they had finally broken him, Hector realized they had empowered him for their own twisted intentions. He had been pissed on and beaten his whole life, each time coming back with new intensity and appreciation for life.
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They had taken actions to form a team and test cooperative performance with other experiments. Hector was of a few selected and for this reason, they had made a grave mistake. Watching the seraphic steps of his mentors, he had acquired the ability to influence others in much the same ways. No one knew that it happened. And even if they did, they wouldn’t see what was coming next. A seed had been planted.
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HEIGHT: 6'5".

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WEIGHT: 200 lbs.

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LIKES: archaeology, drugs, gambling, star fruit and women.

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DISLIKES: being held back by others, crowded places, losing competitions, royalty, and extremely-small spaces.

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OCCUPATION: archaeologist

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PRIMARY ATTRIBUTE: power

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SECONDARY ATTRIBUTE: perception