Squint

# Character Information

### Summary

Massively muscled, incredibly foul-mouthed cyclops adept with a knack for throwing weapons.

### Goals

* Win fame and glory in the shadows.
* Honor the gods by obeying the hero's code.
* Learn enough fragging manners to not get beaten up or thrown out of every bar so soon.

## Background

Right, so listen the frag up cause I'm only gonna say this once. I'm one eyed, one horned, four-armed, and purple, but I am not a fragging people-eater. Only way to piss me off faster is to say your name is Nobody like it's the funniest fragging joke ever. Got that? Good.

You want a story? Better get another pitcher first, storytelling is thirsty work.

So there was this bunch of nuts back in the old country, called themselves the – drek what was it – Grand Heralds of the Almighty Olympians Resplendent, I think. Hellenic cult, except unlike most of those fraggers this bunch was a bit more proactive about spreading the word of the gods, and they decided their way of doing it was using modern science and magic to breed up all the old fragging monsters out of Greek myth as living weapons. They started with the humanoid ones, and that went well. The cyclops, well, you're looking at him. The minotaur – Dimitrios was a decent chap, bit of a dim bulb. Last I heard he was driving a taxi in Athens. Cassia was a right bitch though – she was their best attempt at a gorgon, what you lot over there call Medusa.

They shoulda stopped there, but the crazy fraggers didn't. Cerberus was easy – caught a few of the wild ones and bred up a obedient super-sized version. The hydra not so much – the wild wyrms aren't too nasty, but this one regenerated and had a mean-ass temper. The cultists that lived through that kept going, and well – next on their list was the Nemean Lion. If you ain't up on old myth, lets put it this way – giant-ass cat with armor-piercing claws and invulnerable skin, plus underground lab, equals a whole fraggin' bunch of cultists getting eaten. Luckily someone let the rest of us out of our cells before taking off, and big kitty there was sleeping off his feast.

There I am – teenage cyclops, alone and homeless. You think life sucked enough, but then that fragging comet flies by and turns me into this! People either shit themselves laughing or shit themselves screaming, either way no one wants me around. So that's where The Great Constantine finds me, that pox-ridden shit-eating son of a syphilitic donkey whore. He's all smiles of course, welcomes me into his little traveling circus with all the other weirdos like and old friend. Wasn't a bad life at first – least now I was getting paid to be laughed at, and the other SURGEees were all nice too. The normal staff left us alone, but Andreas the knife-master took a liking to me. Nice old coot, could barely walk anymore but still put a knife through a pinhole at twenty meters. Started teaching me to throw in his spare time, and damn if I didn't get pretty good at it despite the obvious. All you lot take your extra fragging eye for granted, you got no idea how hard it is to judge distance without that. Says Constantine's gonna need a new throwing act once he kicks it, could be me. Real way to make a living, right?

C'ept one night I', heading back to the barracks, walk by Constantine's trailer. He's drunk and talking to his *putána* of a wife, talking about how Andreas wants 'the clops' to take his place. Starts laughing his drekking ass off, tells her he'll only hire 'real people' for his prime acts – magic space mutants stay in the freak tent where they belong. I wanna break in there and kick his scrawny little fragging keebler ass. Instead I do the smart thing, and pack out in the middle of the night. Went cross-country to Thessalonika, found some people who cared more about how big my fragging muscles were than what color they were. Ain't saying any more on them – Omerta and all – but it was a living. Made my inroads into the shadows there, got hired on a few small jobs. Heard there was more work over here in UCAS, got a fragging ride on a container ship.

First night off the boat, and I run into this creepy-ass fragging guy in a clown mask. Calls himself Jester, or the jester – says he knew I was going to be here, that I'd be looking for work, and he could find some for me. Creeped me the drek out, Jester did – especially since the next time we talked, it was a strung-out fragging tattooed lady calling herself Jester just like the clown. Good on their word though, whatever they are. Hooked me up with some other contacts, put in a good word to get me connected.

So that's my fragging story. Let's get another pitcher, and you tell me yours.

## Narrative Significant Qualities

* Cyclopean Eye (FREAK)
* Shiva Arms (FREAK)
* Bioluminesence
* Unusual Hair
* Striking Skin Pigmentation
* Critter Spook
* **Code of Honor: Honor Code of the Greek Hero**
	1. *Kleos* - Everlasting fame and glory, to be spoken of and remembered
	2. *Arete* - Excellence in courage, strength, daring, and success
	3. *Dolos* - Trickery and cunning deceit, outsmarting stronger foes
	4. *Xenia* - Hospitality, providing shelter and aid to friend and stranger alike
	5. *Dikê* - Justice, bring vengeance to those who have wronged you and amends to those you have wronged.

## Run History

* Boxing Day (12/26/2022)
* Argos' Day Off (12/27/2022)
* New Years's Play (1/1/2023)
* Insane In The Membrane (1/8/2023)
* Unleash The Buggernaut (1/16/2023)
* Alexandretta (1/29/2023)
* Burn Notice (3/19/2023)
* The Silence (3/30/2023)
* Feast For Worms (4/22/2023)

# In Character Information

## Matrix Search Table

 3
 6+

## Shadow Community Table

 3
 6+

## Assensing Table

 2
 3
 4
 5+

## SINs

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  R3 Stephan Tsatios, Federal Republic of Hellas

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  R3 Adept License
  R3 Weapon License

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## Appearance

Cyclops with four arms, a little over three meters tall. Has bright purple skin and hair that glows with a faint violet light.

### Clothing

Wears a full-length trenchcoat to hide his dizzying assortment of knives and throwing spears.

### Matrix Persona

A square-jawed, bronze-skinned muscular man in classically styled bronze armor with a Corinthian-style helm.