Player: DeFuret

Character Name: Carlum Sannick

Age: 18

Sex: Male

Species: Mink

Height/Weight: 6'4, 150 ib

Social Status: Outerclass

Physical Description: Sannick is a tall bean-poll of a mink, with somewhat yellowed teeth due to the 2 cheap "dog rocket" cigars he goes through every day. His face is typical of a mink's- the prominent snout drawing a straight line between his eyebrows and his nose without the "bend" seen in a canine species. His paws are webbed and he sports a bushy tangle of whiskers. His typical clothing is an ankle-length coarse synthetic wool jacket, disproportionately large brown leather boots, and sometimes a bulky orange scarf.

Background: Sannick was born in the City's mid level. His parents were originally from Yerusalem IV and although its remaining culture is hard to find, the mink retains the old monotheistic religion and his mother's Hiberno-Cambric language, which was rare even on the old colony. He never learnt his father's native Germanic. Sannick's parents died of a relatively simple flu bug when he was 17 (one year ago) and he now lives alone in a high-rise cinder-block in the midcity. He holds a job as an accountant for a local clothing store (or more accurately, as a glorified bean-counter for a local used rag-flogger).

In one sentence, Sannick approaches being a personification of the hybrid races pre-foundation problems.

Sannick generally keeps his origins and (somewhat fuzzy) religious beliefs hidden. This has less to do with apathy or political correctness and more to do with a desire not to disappear into a trash compactor, all travel costs paid by the Ministry. Religion in his new home (to his disgust) is banned, and his father had been an outspoken anti-hybrid activist in the old colony. Sannick's personal opinion on hybrids is much the same as his parents- it is no crime to be one, but a crime against nature to deliberately create one as they are naturally inferior. The repressive and barbarous actions of the Ministry have only gone to solidify and "prove" this sentiment.
Fearfully, he never expresses his true opinion about any of these touchy topics, and hates himself for constantly lying about his own thoughts in the interest of worldly self-preservation.

Personality: More talkative then the average strong-and-silent poser (which which most places he knows are full), Sannick rarely gives the impression he's holding back any of his opinions (though ironically most of what he says is not what he thinks). The mink gives a rather accidental aura of condescending aloofness which risks getting him in minor scrapes with the "inferior" hybrid authorities, or the "barbarous" midcity druggies.

Weapons/Equipment: Though reasonably adept due to necessity, Sannick is not exactly one to search fights, thus his weapons are often less than flashy and of dubious value.

Long-bladed manually folding pocket knife. Chipped and rusty. Serves more to scare potential aggressors, but still effective as a last resort.

Simple home-made padded synth-leather vest and leggings. Can stop small blades and soften punches, but useless against anything else. Worn at the "office" in case of robbery.

He used to own and old, tarnished (and somewhat illegal) "Gladius" revolver, his father's 34 year old leftover from the colony. It could be dropped in acidic mud and left for a week, but would still work. After a close call Carlum ditched the weapon permenently, half to avoid the authorities and half to avoid the cardinal sin of murder.