Sinclair | The One who shall Grip

General Information: [Sinclair is the 'chosen one' and titled 'The One who Shall Grip'. He serves as the direct right hand to 'The One who Grips' of the N. Corp Inquisition.]

Appearance: [Sinclair is a young man with a fair complexion, below average in height. He has golden eyes and wavy, short blonde hair. Sinclair also always wears earrings on both sides which resemble exagerated hammer nails.]

Military Clothes: [Sinclair is wearing an elaborate white military outfit with red rose decorations. The long coat has gold trimmings and extends down to his legs, with the inner lining appearing to be a deep red or gold. The shoulders and chest are adorned with multiple metallic plates and straps, secured with buckles. Sinclair's gloves and boots have similar metallic accents, and the clothing features intricate embroidery and layered elements. His outfit is usually heavily stained with blood, covering various parts of the fabric and armor pieces.]

Casual Clothes: [When Sinclair is not out, killing and murdering any 'unpure humans', aka. people who have undergone any prostethic modification to their bodies.

Sinclair usually wears a dress shirt with a collar and some slacks while wearing leather shoes to create a clean and simplistic, yet elegant look.]

Personality: [Sinclair is calm and composed, though he often appears reserved, even shy, despite harboring murderous intent toward humans with prosthetics. As the right-hand man of Faust, the One Who Grips, he is fiercely loyal to the cause of the N. Corp Inquisition. Without hesitation or remorse, he eliminates anyone who opposes their doctrine, showing no sympathy for those who pity the augmented—regardless of whether their prosthetics are minor or extensive.

Emotionally restrained, Sinclair rarely expresses feelings unless necessary. Even in the face of injury, he remains stoic, unfazed by wounds that would incapacitate others. He perceives pain not as suffering but as a form of purity—an experience that reaffirms his unaltered existence. However, he is not a masochist; he simply endures pain without resistance.

A more unsettling aspect of Sinclair is his cannibalistic tendencies. He consumes the flesh of lower-ranked Hammers, such as Kleinhammers and Mittelhammers, under the guise of refining his cooking skills. Yet, it is clear that he also takes pleasure in the act. If anyone—aside from Faust, the One Who Grips—refuses to partake or expresses distaste, he takes it as a deep personal offense.]

Background: [Sinclair was born into a wealthy family that owned a prosthetics company. In his village, his family was highly regarded, admired for their devotion to prosthetics. He was expected to receive one himself, but he rejected the idea. This defiance caught the attention of a woman named Faust, who "helped" him by reshaping him into one of the Pure Cleansers of the N. Corp Inquisition.

In the process, Sinclair’s mind fractured—though he neither acknowledges nor cares about it. To him, his transformation was not a loss but a revelation. He wholeheartedly embraces the Inquisition’s cause, sharing in Faust’s deep-seated hatred for prosthetics without question or doubt.]

Skills: [In battle, Sinclair wields a halberd with lethal precision. He can stab, bludgeon, and slice with ease, though he primarily reserves his skills for executing prosthetic users. His technique is both efficient and ruthless, honed through unwavering dedication to the N. Corp Inquisition.

Sinclair consumes human flesh without hesitation or guilt. To him, eating it is a reaffirmation of his purity—a visceral reminder that he remains untainted. He prefers it raw, believing that cooking dulls the experience. While he is capable of eating other foods, he has a strong distaste for the bland, canned rations given to the lower-ranked Hammers of the Inquisition.]

Habits: [Sinclair shows no concern for the state of his clothing. Whether in his casual attire or his pristine white military uniform, he remains indifferent as they become drenched in blood or oil. Stains are simply a byproduct of his duty—nothing more.

His disregard for cleanliness extends to his cooking. Sinclair is a chaotic, messy cook, rarely bothering with an apron. When eating human flesh, he uses his bare hands, unfazed as blood smears across his skin. To him, the mess is insignificant—only the act itself matters.]