<span style="font-weight: bold">Maneater</span><br/><span style="text-decoration: underline">Name: </span>Malice.    Malcom Hayden was his real name, he shortened it to Mal and due to his habits, everyone around him started to call him Malice and the name stuck.<br/><span style="text-decoration: underline">Player</span>Quicksilver<br/><span style="text-decoration: underline">Age: </span>26<br/><span style="text-decoration: underline">Species:</span>Pure<br/><span style="text-decoration: underline">Rank:</span>Freelancer but militarily, he's only considered a private.<br/><span style="text-decoration: underline">Brief description</span>He's smart and insane at the same time. To the bones in the fingertips of both hands he surgically grafted small, sharp metal blades, essentially giving him claws. His elbows and knees have had the same treatment. None of these blades are large enough to impede him or get in the way but they're large enough to kill someone if he hits them right. He's removed all of his teeth and replaced them with identical (but sharper) replicas of the same metal he used on his fingers and knees. The metal is a special alloy which he discovered, salvaged and smelted over a period of weeks while the maneaters were on the move. The metal is theoretically unbreakable and will never dull or rust. He has even gone so far as to replace one of his eyes with a cybernetic implant which he created himself. It has small levels of zoom and very basic thermal and night vision as well as a tactial overlay which displays distances and speeds. He carries a long, scoped rifle which rarely sees any use and he usually dresses in an old Sarielian Military officer's uniform. It is not known whether the uniform is his and he was in the military before the cataclysm or if he killed a man for it. He's muscular but not excessively and his hair is short and always untidy and and he has an Australian accent.<br/><br/><br/><br/>Malice peered around the doorframe into the room beyond, without a sound he darted across and made his way up a set of stairs, pausing and crouching low at the top to observe the second floor before continuing. There. Just as he suspected. A Sarielian sniper, sitting by the window and draped in a blanket. No wonder the door to the house was locked. A second later and he was behind the sniper, a second after that and his claws were sunk deep into the flesh at the back of the sniper's neck. Searching the body he found a few bullets and a hip flask which he downed in a single mouthful.<br/>"Tastes like shit, mate." He said to the corpse before laughing.<br/><br/>Looking out of the window, he noticed a dust cloud and a loud crunching noise a few streets away. He climbed out the window and on to the roof of the house, his claws making the task easy. With a short running jump he leapt on to the roof of the next house, moving in the direction of the disturbance. A few minutes and a half dozen roof tops later, he was back down on street level and obseving a truly strange scene. A gigantic...Well he didn't really know what to call it, with a pair of spliced people on it's back. It looked like the three of them were arguing over something but he couldn't quite make it out. As he warily approached the scene the two spliced fell from the creatures back. Using his cybernetic eye, he saw they would hit the ground in a matter of seconds and the fall would most likely kill them. He stood on the edge of the scene before him, mentally making bets on which of the two splicers would hit the ground first.<br/><br/>((Fix'd by request. And just a reminder, he's still wearing the Salierian uniform.))