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He’s an asshole. Funny, but an asshole.
Special Skills
Sharpshooting, melee combat, stealth, and drinking excessive amounts of alcohol.
Background
Troy was born to a very abnormal family, he was the only child with a verbally abusive father and a mother who was so eternally drunk she rarely left the bedroom. From a young age he had grown accustomed to constant insults, and ignored a majority of them. Only once, when he was 13, did his father really cross the line, and received a fist in his jaw. This of course, did not fly well, and the verbal abuse quickly became physical as well. Troy became fed up with all of it, and at the age of 15 left to find some place, any place better than home. His first choice was just to go around begging, but he didn’t like it. He wanted his own, stable income and he also wanted to put people like his shitty parents in their place. So he turned to being a hired killer. He started small, some guy stole the wrong guy’s hubcap or something. Petty arguments, that paid well. Once he had begun to get some skill, and reputation, he moved on to more important targets. He’d become an alcoholic, and developed a very snarky personality to cope with the rigors of killing for money. He didn’t have many friends, and those whom he allowed himself to get attached to were usually not much different from him. At age 20, he tracked down and killed his father, beating him to death with a metal bat in a secluded area off near some highway. By the age of 23, he was living a very comfortable lifestyle. He had the best gear, the best cars… You name it, he probably had it. And he’d only gotten shot three times, woken up in five dumpsters with a bottle of alcohol in hand, and been stabbed once to get there.