Age: 3rd of Saun, 684
Title: Mercenary, Bastard, 'Problem-Solver'
Moderation Type: Self
Able/Willing to Mentor?: No
Skills able/willing to Mentor in: Weapons: Chain Whip Expert, Torture: Expert, Intimidation: Competent, Unnarmed Fighting (Wrestling): Competent
Description. Rare are those that feel comfortable around the Hatter's presence. Something about this man is off, something has been twisted and turned and bent out of human existence. It may be his appearance, contorted through fire into a monstrous mess. It may be his outlook of life, wherein everyone are pests and life is a grindstone eating away at the soul. It may be his heavy indulgence in heavy vice, for rare is the day he's sober or unaffected by one substance or the other. Or it may be this final sardonic jest of his, the one that makes him wear a feathered top-hat everywhere he goes as if he were Lord of Life itself.
Hassin isn't a man looking for redemption, that much he shows and he eagerly shares. Instead, there's a wicked relish in his own decay and his own corruption, one that seems almost forced and leaned throughout his years. Even if he enjoys this self-pity and projects it onto the world, he's a prideful man that cannot (and will not) tolerate critique to his poisoned navigation of the world. One may insult him, try to beat him, or spit on him and he'd relish, but question his motivations for degrading himself and he'd offer a brutal beating in return. Those that know him the longest know, despite him being a crook, he's got limits, and those limits he doesn't break or negotiate. Innocence he preserves and rarely violates, but those he considers wicked are free to suffer him.
In spite of all this, and for those used to such broken men, Hassin can be found rather amusing and entertaining. There's never a dull social gathering when he's around, even if it will end with a brawl and a broken nose.
Credit: Peake
