Eric Mcfoil

Eric Mcfoil is a beginner level inquisitor that has come to Absalom for great justice with a gun at his hip and a holy text to spread the word about Apsu. Or at least that's what he tells others he has come to the city for. In truth, he has come to look out for cults of certain evil deities as well as keep the city from straying too far into chaos, a mission given to him by his god Apsu. While he pretends to be there to beat on criminals and take out problematic agents  the truth is that his mission lays more in discovering and breaking the evil cults that form around the retches of Absalom, murder is a problem yes but the evil worshippers are far bigger of a problem and one usually overshadows the others.
None the less he continues to prowl the streets and let out a friendly exterior as he gets more familiar with the people around him and gets deeper connections within the city itself content with solving minor crimes until a truly big problem rears it's head.
==Appearance==
He has long wavy ash coloured hair with grey eyes and a long but thin body. He stands at about 6'4 feet and carries himself with a cautious but very approachable stance, his iron dragon holy icon shines from the necklace it is has been hanged on and his rapier and gun are attached to his waist. His sight seems to be in a constant state of relaxation but when he is angry or things escalate to combat his eyes quickly grow heavy with more steel and grit into them then any black powder shell he could put into his pistol. That isn't to say that his gaze doesn't quickly grow heavy when needed, oh no, while he lacks the proper training that most of his other associates get when it comes to intimidating people he has trained hard to make up for it.
And while he can't intimidate somebody twice his size or read people like a book his sight can still exceed most daggers in sharpness especially when it isn't just for intimidating but also to express his true rage or sorrow, there aren't a lot of things scarier then when an Inquisitor needs somebody to speak. Especially an Inquisitor who is ready to truly do anything but the most atrocious crimes to get the information he needs.
His leather armour is dark brown coloured and his armoured coat is roughly crafted with the armour scaling off of it as if it was a reptile's hide, none the less the dark iron used for it is able to deflect incoming attacks just as well as normal and in-fact you could almost see him telling the tailor/blacksmith of the coat to make it purposefully clunky made, giving him a more rough and intimidating look without going too far. That or the blacksmith that made it was going for the aesthetic for a dragon, it certainly wouldn't be a surprise considering who the blacksmith was working for. The coat is truly a unique piece of armour if not in quality then in it's craftsmanship certainly, and the way he uses it makes sure that he looks even larger then he is, he makes sure to walk in a way that has the coat clink as little as possible yet also make it cling to his shoulder blades so tightly that you could almost confuse his figure for that of a serpent folk at night. A helpful thing in a world filled with giant races and huge monsters, size is something that helps when you need to get somebody to speak.
His rapier and gun are both hidden behind his coat while he's wearing it but he can easily withdraw the curtains of the coat and show anybody his gun and rapier, making it great for not only hiding his weapons but also allowing him to startle his enemies before he quickly cuts their throat or fills their body with lead.Both of the weapons are branded with the sign of Apsu and he makes sure to clean and maintain them appropriately, particularly expensive oils had been used for his blade and his gun while having seen better days still serves him loyally to this day. He wouldn't be surprised if the gun exploded soon, it looked so sooty and primitive in comparison to the newest fire arms available, the fact that it had helped him for so long was either a sign of genius craftsmanship or divine providence. He is inclined to believe that both were responsible.
== Personality ==
Eric likes to give little pieces of his mind to anybody that is willing to listen. From broken homeless people to the towns guard he tries his best to advise people on what to do as his vow of being a conversion Inquisitor holds him to do so. That isn't to say that he doesn't enjoy giving people advice or telling them the information he has, he certainly does and indeed the fact that it fulfills his vow is just a bonus for him. He enjoys looking around at new locations and learning more about foreign religions whether they be evil or not, if they are particularly corrupted he usually enjoys sitting next to a fire made up of that religions holy texts and while he doesn't enjoy killing people because of his oath, cultists and ritualistic sacrifices are an exception that he enjoys in indulging greatly. Torment for torment's sake is of course not something that he enjoys feeling of course and he strives to make sure that he doesn't one day go too far but even with all of that in mind there is more then just a tinge of a sadistic smile when he breaks the spirit of a cultist or makes a murderer answer for their crimes.
Both of those seem to get his blood pumping almost as much as fighting Apsu himself, and even with his attempts to quell these sensations he is still probably one of the most sadistic Inquisitors in the entire church when it comes to cultists and criminals. This has lead him to strive and be as responsible and open to new things while not working, trying his best to make up for his sadism and torture by helping the innocent and guiding the weak. What lead his god to guide him into becoming an Infiltrator, somebody most likely to torture and gather information among wrong doers he cannot grasp, and while he is unsatisfied with the plan that his god laid down in that remark the lessons given to him by his Inquisition still serve him well and he knows that if he sticks to those lessons no temptation could defeat him . His goal is to one day master these urges and serve his god without the filthy feelings of blood lust and torment love he has, that day seems ever so close yet also so far, but his will has hold up for so long it could last a few more years couldn't it? He shares a small hatred of both orcs and undead although because he lived in Vellumis not to the extent other citizens of Lastwall do.
==Early Life==
Eric was born in the city of Vellumis to a father that worked as a language teacher and a mother that worked as a tailor. Both of those jobs paid well for the family and he found himself with a lot more things then the other kids around him, after fooling around and buying expensive toys that he would usually discard after playing with them for only a moment his father decided to get his son actual combat training. Not only to get him more interested and build a proper work ethic but also to ensure that he knew how to handle himself if Vellumis ever fell to an orc raid or an undead attack. Attacks that were quite frequent but usually repelled by the city guard were common and his son didn't seem like the type to wield a heavy weapon so he was given a firearm, an inexpensive and fairly primitive one because even with how relatively rich his family was the more advanced firearms were simply too expensive and he didn't want to bleed their coffers dry for a self-defence weapon for his son.
His son quickly took to learning the firearm, fascinated by the weapon while his father drilled into him that it wasn't a toy to be used lightly. Something that he couldn't quite grasp, none the less he was a very good shot with the pistol and could fire very well for a beginner. He had a certain knack for it and he quickly mastered the basics, only taking him a year before he could reliably reload and fire the weapon. Wiith such high talent and willingness to train with his firearm his parents gently begin to guide him away from it, worried that he may get the idea of joining the army as a dedicated gunslinger.  Yet their guidance did nothing as he continued to grow more and more fond of the weapon eventually taking to carrying it around wherever he want, although he made sure to respect his father's wishes and not use his gun as a toy. He did however, constantly use it as bragging rights against the other kids. His father eventually decided to just support his kid's talents and pray to any god that was listening that he didn't get any idea in his head about getting into the military. He even brought the boy to a chapel of Iomedae, to have the preacher tell the boy about how battle wasn't all it was made up to be. Considering Iomedae's portfolios it probably wasn't his smartest move but at least the boy didn't seem to get encouraged by the priest's attempts at raising him into battle. From that day onward he swore to never bring the boy in a chapel of a battle god again, his heart simply couldn't take it.
His prayers payed off as the boy didn't seem to take interest in the military, preferring to use train his gun instead. Something that both relieved the two parents  but also made them anxious. While he was learning how to fire a gun he wasn't learning any useful utility skill and his dedication to working a gun wasn't mirrored in any other subject. Both parents had tried to imprint their professions onto the boy and both parents found limited success in their attempts, while the boy was wise not particularly smart he was very self-aware about his surroundings and quickly grasped any attempt they made to subtly suggest that he tried some profession. Even when he did the results weren't good, he had the skill to do most of the work of course but he lacked passion resulting in him slacking off at his work, something that was just unacceptable. Desperate to get their son into some kind of talent that would earn him money they asked friends and payed for tutors to try and teach him a valuable crafting skill. He did temporarily take an interest in blacksmithing but that quickly fell through when it turned out that while he was wise beyond his years he certainly wasn't smart beyond his years and couldn't fully grasp the techniques needed for blacksmithing.
Still this sparked an interest in blacksmithing in the boy, an interest that lead him to ask his father if there was any other way he could learn artificing. This surprised the man and he thought for a moment about how to help him before asking his wife about it, being a tailor she knew more about crafting then he did after all and she explained to him patiently about how they could use this opportunity. If he thought that he could learn artificing from worshipping one of the many artificing gods he could perhaps not only get a respectable job as a priest but also be away from any great danger that was becoming more and more common with the old blood of Lastwall slowly withering away leaving the cities less defended. The protection of a god would certainly help in these trying times, with that in mind he told his son about the possibility of learning artificing from  worshipping a god and told him about several gods that he could pray and worship for the ability of artifcing. Thus he sent his son off around the city to try and find his own god while he and his wife spent that time together.
And Eric well he certainly found several temples of Artificial gods but none of them really drew him in, either focusing more on the craft then the weapons or simply following a philosophy that he couldn't uphold. Then it happened, he saw the temple of Apsu and immediately felt a pull towards it. The temple was small, very small and old with the usual shining marble architecture of the city seemingly covered by lack of repair, none the less the priest inside of it was kind and very accepting of the Inquisitor to be's eccentric energy. He told him that while Apsu was indeed a god of artifice using artifice counted among his domain almost as much as crafting artifice, with that information Eric decided to join the Priest as a cleric boy until he could decide whether or not he truly wanted to join. Needing help around the temple the priest agreed and allowed him inside as a worker, cleaning and inscribing holy texts while also making sure that he learned things such as how to scribe scrolls, how to clean and how to properly wield a gun a skill the boy was surprised the priest had. After that he went back to his family and told them all about it, surprised yet happy at their son's triumph they allowed him to stay there as long as he wanted.