<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Todd Wainwright</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Image:</strong> (http://imageshack.us/a/img543/4576/post2az.jpg)<br/><strong>Name:</strong> Todd Wainwright<br/><strong>Age:</strong> 36<br/><strong>Race:</strong> Tarrack Daemonling<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual<br/><strong>Personality</strong> Todd is a lot more mellow than you would expect from one of his kind. Which is basically to say that he does not fly off the hook if you look at him funny or if you make a flippant comment to him. It truly is a Christmas miracle from the Powers That Be (no it isn't). Maybe, just maybe, in another time, another world, Todd could have been a Champion. He's got that light inside of him, even if it's just a tiny speck hidden at the bottom of a pitiless heart wracked by constant rage and fury. But he wants to help, and he remembers a time when the sun burned bright and most kids could go to bed without needing to fear demons that they didn't imagine up and that there could be something better than all of this. But all of this isn't a problem you can punch away, no matter how strong you are. And so Todd spends a lot of time in melancholic bouts of depression. There are times when Todd thinks about suicide, whether by demon army or just by doing it himself.<br/><strong>Body Mods:</strong> Just some scars.<br/><strong>Back Story:</strong> Todd grew up amongst what might be politely termed white trash. His mom was poor, and his three siblings all had different dads. It was probably for the best. Except that it wasn't, because Todd's mom was some kind of weird messed up and those dads were all different kinds of demons. At any rate, Todd could pass, so he went to school for a while, until anger issues got him kicked out, and like all the other little halfbreeds he got taught by an old demon who provided educational services in exchange for food, shelter, and other necessities from the community. Todd had few choices. Getting education by good old Alter Kocher was not, well, an actual high school degree. And working at a McD's or 7-11 was not something that Todd could actually stomach. He would, eventually, kill some stupidass who bitched about getting pickles when they wanted no pickles or because there were no Slurpee straws or something. <br/><br/>So Todd did what most halfbreeds did: he hooked with the demon mafia. It was a pretty sweet gig. He got to beat the everloving shit out of people and ask them for money. It didn't even matter if they had the money or not - Todd got to beat them up. It was the best thing ever. Around the time he was sixteen or some, some goody-two-shoes types decided to get together and wage a war. Miami's streets were like a package of Skittles: blood from all kinds of demons ran, and with a good dollop of human red for colour. Todd ended up switching sides halfway through: he saw the core of the other side. He saw real, honest-to-Powers Champions. People who were fighting something more than that voice in the back of his head that told him to rip everything ever apart with his bare hands. It was tough, at first. Being a good guy meant, y'know, being good. At least trying. But Todd made it. He became a better person. <br/><br/>Then the world went to Hell. Or Hell went to the world. Semantics are for dead philosophers. The crew Todd was part of joined up with the Enclave pretty fast once they set up shop. They became part of Redemption's Rangers. One by one, though, they died. Some died fighting. Some died from some demon sickness no one had ever seen before. Some put a gun in their mouths and didn't pussy out. But hey! Sixteen years a Ranger. Todd spent most of it out on patrols. That's kept Todd out of politics and all of that kind of crap. He's just out there, fighting and winning, bringing in strays, finding caches of matériel, and looting from demons that he's killed.<br/><strong>Player Limits:</strong> Toilet Stuff, Bestiality, Things Going Up My Char's Ass</div></div>