Name: Jacob Thorn
Height: 1,76 m
Weight: 30 kg
Homeworld: Alpha Centauri
Physical Description: From top to bottom, Jacobs feet is perfectly shaped, as if a Greek, ancient sculptist would have done them. The same goes for his knees, pelvic area chest and neck. It's what the brosure said it would be. Most of Jacobs body is artificial, and built to be as average as possible, that including his medium build and spotless skin. His skintone is hard to place and borders betwen caukasian to asian. His hair is blonde as any sunshine, and his eyes are empty and freakishly blue.
Favored Weapons: Anything that's blunt or shoots projectiles in some sort of trajectory.
Vessel: None yet.
Guild Level: Aprentice
Background: The numbers rose as scientists watched in dread what the alien immigrants brought with them. In the early history of mankinds spacetraveling, they thought that diseases caught from other, alien species would be harmless, they being adapted to a completely different immune system. They were fatally wrong.
One of the plagues that even today roams Alpha Centauri, is the virus known to the public as the "death of puberty". The virus kills anybody who has gone through puberty through slow suffocation, and has filled both the graveyards and the orphanages with centaurians. The management and earth government branch struggled desperately for a solution, but found only one. The ethics had to be put aside, as more and more people died the horrible death. The answer was, in unschooled terms "Robotification". A process where you replace the majority of the organs, including lobes of the brain, pending on weather it can be infected or not. The technology had more good things to it than flaws, but one of them was the risks involving the brain.
Jacob is a posterchild in these manners. Nearly 22, his emotional level is about zero. His story is a tragic one. He was "Robotized" at the age of 15, and everything seemed to go in the right direction until the bio-implants started to spread in his brain, conquering the frontallobe, were the center of personality is. The people in white coats still think old Jacob lives in there, somewhere, but that the bio-tech matter suppresses it and hinders the nervous signals to take effect. Jacob is, in any case as personal as a microwave. He thinks as a human, only completely without feelings, and relies solemnly on logic, making him extremely intelligent. The only thing that keeps him from killing a person, is the consequences that it would lead to, including penalty and the loss of a handy person to have in the vicinity. One should note that he has as much sex-drive as anybody else in his age, it's simply not personal.
Jacob Thorn was enrollled by force into the hunting business as an apprentice, mainly because he is skilled at whatever he does. Secondly because some scientists think that a lot of emotionall stress could break free parts of his brain, effectively "reviving" him.