Hirsch Beezel

[tenacious]

Name: Hirsch Beezel (given name being Christopher Beezel)
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Orientation: Straight
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Appearance:

Some people call Hirsch handsome.

Some say cute.

Some would say sexy.

Some would go as far as to say "I'd tap that!"

Hirsch may be all those things, or he may be ugly, it depends on the person looking upon him. The adult is solid, though not like a football player, and he stands at 6’1; the height he will remain at that until age reaches him and he begins to shrink. Hirsch himself is Caucasian and he isn’t pale, unlike his younger brother.

The male has messy brown hair and faint beard stubble; his mouth is usually worn in a sneer or a frown. One can generally find Hirsch in a pair of comfortable jeans with a shirt and suit jacket on.

Personality:

Calculating and socially awkward, Hirsch is still quite able to turn on the charm, if it will get him something worthwhile in return. He's never been afraid to play people and does it to this day; it's part of his job, in Hirsch's opinion. He has taken a pledge to slaughter Shifters and Hirsch has no feelings going against this. He is blood thirsty and a Shifter would be unwise to Shift in front of him; he has a very good memory, one of the things that makes him a deadly hunter. He will remember a Shifter's face and Shift form; he will remember strange little details, making it easy to pick them out.

He will remember.

Hirsch, around other Rebellion people, is still surly and cool, but he isn't as cruel, either, and is less likely to attempt and use them.

History:

There was nothing strange about Hirsch's childhood. He was born to a mother and father who had been married for a year; his mother worked at a vet clinic while his father was the owner of a small, hole in the wall restaurant. They lived in a house in the middle of town where Hirsch had plenty of obbortunities to socialize; his parents didn't treat him wrong. There were times when Hirsch hated them, but there was simply something a little off about the child anyway. He never wanted to socialize; his parents did try to set up playdates. They finally settled for allowing Hirsch to join a local photography group.

He loved the camera, but abandoned it at the age of 16. He was withdrawn for the next two years. At the age of 16, Hirsch had become a rebel. He now lives on his own, going from hotel to hotel, lacking a real place to call home.

And, you know what?

He doesn't give a damn.