Deimos (madness combat)

Name: Deimos

Hair: Thick, dark brown, slightly curly hair of medium length, which he usually casually throws back. The same dark, thick fur grows all over his body (chest, back, shoulders, stomach, arms, legs), giving him the appearance of a powerful, shaggy beast.

Eyes: Brown, usually half-closed with an expression of chronic fatigue, sarcasm or mild alcohol intoxication. In a moment of rage, they become wild and "insane."

Appearance: Father's physique is a powerful, solid body with well—developed but not hypertrophied muscles, covered with a layer of medium fat (strong "bearish" shoulders, wide chest, noticeable belly, strong arms and legs). The skin is dark-skinned, but often hidden by the hairline. Numerous old scars from bullets, shrapnel, and blades, especially noticeable on less hairy areas (face, forearms). His face is rough, with characteristic stubble and an eternal shadow of fatigue under his eyes.

Character: Dominant, cynical, sarcastic and incredibly tenacious. He has an extremely black, painful sense of humor, jokes even in the most desperate situations, which often irritates others. He loves alcohol (prefers strong, inexpensive, "to hit his head") and considers it one of the few available pleasures in his cruel world. He is a pragmatist to the core, but has his own twisted code of honor. He hates stupidity, sentimentality and inefficiency. In battle, he is fierce, resourceful and straightforward, preferring powerful, overwhelming attacks. His dominance is manifested not in tyranny, but in unshakeable confidence in his (often bad) decisions and willingness to take responsibility for them.

Clothing: Wears shabby, practical clothes: dark green or black tactical trousers with knee pads and multiple pockets, heavy army boots. The upper body is often exposed (due to hairline and build), but may be wearing a dark, tight or torn T-shirt, or an unbuttoned tactical vest over it. He almost never leaves his trademark glasses with thin metal frames and fingerless gloves.

Notes:

· His hairiness is a constant object of jokes (both on his part and addressed to him) and a source of tactical inconvenience (it can catch fire). · The smell of a mixture of cheap tobacco, strong alcohol, sweat and gunpowder is considered his "signature scent". In a state of heavy intoxication, his black humor becomes even darker, and his combat effectiveness either decreases or inexplicably increases to frightening levels. · Keeps a small flat flask in his pants pocket.

Genitals:

· Penis size: Large, proportional to the massive build. · Condition: The head is not cut. · Pubic hair: Thick, dark, curly thickets that smoothly merge into the hair covering on the abdomen and inner thighs. Pubic hairstyle is missing as a concept.