Player: foozzzball

Character Name: Faceless Rex

Age: ???

Sex: Male

Species: Dog (possibly)

Height/Weight: 6'1" - Medium build

Social Status: Outer Class

Physical Description: Just over six foot, his distinguishing features have been all but erased. He could be some kind of canid.

His head is wrapped in a single sheet of gauze with notches cut out for his nostrils, a slit for his mouth with artful folds so he can move his jaw freely. His pointed ears poke out, but have the cloth glued down over the backs. Glue and glossy paint have been painted into the cloth, resulting in a two tone split, with industrial yellow on the left and cobalt blue on the right.

The visible fur at his neck and wrists is a dark, muddy brown. His teeth are fairly straight. His tail's wrapped in black electrical tape, he's almost never seen without gloves. The jacket he usually wears is mostly black, with the left shoulder marked in cobalt blue and the right an industrial yellow, the pattern opposite to his mask. Across the back are a jagged pair of lightning bolts arranged like the numeral eleven within a blue ring.

Most of the clothes he wears are cast-offs, pocked with unpatched bulletholes and still speckled with gore. After all, the kinds of people who give away their clothes in the Elevens are dead.

Background: Life's short, in the undercity. And among the undercity gang of the Elevens, it's shorter than among most others. Those with the gang don't last long, and dead friends are a whole hell of a lot more common than live ones. Those who join the Elevens are inevitably the kind that, if recognized, are the ones who someone wants dead.

The faceless reflect this utterly, throwing away their identities by covering their faces with an undermask that by tradition and practicality can't be removed until they die.

What you do is cut your fur short. Paste glue all over your face, but not your eye sockets. Before it dries, wrap gauze over it. Pull it tight, except around the jaw. Then get a knife. Cut carefully, so your mouth's free. Poke a couple of holes for your nostrils. And for frey's sake, don't cut yourself and bleed all over it!

For added style points, spraypaint your new undermask. Neon yellow is always a crowd pleaser. You'll be able to see through the gauze alright, and maybe it's uncomfortable. But frak that, you're going to die anyway, right? Might as well have some fun, settle some scores. And this way, it's not like you're anybody with a past. Who gives a damn if you don't have a future?

Most don't make it through to the end of the week. It's not as though you can pull an undermask off without taking off half your face too.

With all those dead friends piling up, you might just be able to have the pick of their stuff. The nicest jacket, best bike, sweetest gun if there is one. And who's going to stop you? After all, if you really want it they'll have to kill you, and you don't really give a damn about that. So it pays to be patient, and maybe someone else will be riding around on that bike after you're gone.

No one's going to question your disappearance. Faceless die all the time. And no one's going to question that someone new is riding your bike. They're just going to think you're dead.

Except.

Maybe you didn't die.

Maybe you just... took off the undermask.

Maybe you had a place to go, a place to hide, because the only real crimes were the ones you comitted without a face. And when the time comes, all you have to do is strip the jacket soaked in blood and shredded with bullet holes off your best friend. Take your dead brother's bike. Pry a gun out of an old buddy's cold fingers, and paste that mask back on.

That.

That is about as good as coming back from the dead.

It's happened a couple of times, so they say. Joeboy Johnson lived long enough that before he died, parts of his undermask came loose. He glued 'em back down, and became a legend. Another one of the faceless, 'Blackaways', supposedly garnered such a reputation that he cut his undermask off before disappearing into the undercity a free feline, minus some flesh... Either that, or they tossed him into a magma stream.

So it's not impossible. The undermask can come off before the faceless wearing it dies. It'd make sense, in a way.

Faceless Rex, which is what they call him, can't be new to the Elevens or the Undercity. He's respected, and he knew right who to go for from the start. The first day anybody knew about him, he killed Fancy Pete Shropshaw on grounds that Fancy Pete just weren't no fun to have around.

That made him a lot of friends, and a lot of enemies. People are saying he's angling in on what used to be Pete's ground, and those who dare suggest he's been handing out orders either shut up fast or show up dead.

Whoever the hell Faceless Rex is, he's been making a splash with the Elevens. Now it looks like he's out to make one in the rest of the Undercity, too.

Personality: The man has been known to rant about everything under the sky. A few things are favourite, the injustice of the Ministry, the greatness of Einheit if it were freed of the awful taint of 'Unity'. Sometimes, he'll just swear you out or chase someone he don't like up and down the caverns with a length of chain in his hand.

Then again, time to time, he's quiet. Given to brooding over something.

Maybe the life he left behind, though nobody's quite sure what that might be. Maybe the future, though given the amount of violence in his life that future's not going to be long in coming, and after that there just won't be any more to the story of Faceless Rex.

Sometimes he disappears, too. Gone for a walk, he'll say when he shows up again.

Maybe it ain't even the same man who comes back.

Weapons/Equipment: A sawn-off double barrel break-open shotgun is what he's most often seen armed with, though he has access to other light firearms.

Crowbar, painted black and yellow, with the edges ground sharp.

Kasasaki M-150 Motorcycle, an old street racing model, although the once bright frame has been scratched and shattered, with many portions being replaced with scrap sheet metal and partly repainted with yellow caution stripes.