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Horace is enormous, wide of shoulder and of girth. He's not big like a body builder, he's literally built like an ox, massive and solid. He has a short, barely discernable neck, a head like a baked ham, and hands like catchers mitts that ball up into fists that can easily punch through walls. He never smiles nor laughs, and only rarely shows any kind of emotion or affect. He tends to wear simple all black clothing and heavy boots with cushioned sole odor eater inserts to help his poor feet carry his 430 pound bulk. Horace smells like old spice original scent over musk, and his voice is low and reverberating.
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Horace weighed 16 lbs 4 ounces when he was born. His mother did not survive the experience, and his father was unknown.
Horace grew to maturity in a string of foster homes and state run instituitions, largely neglected and not mistreated per se but certainly not valued or cultivated. Freakishly large his entire life, Horace was as big as a full grown (and burly) man by 13, and gigantic by his late teens. His size and strength at least guaranteed that he did not have to worry about physical mistreatment, though his slow wit left him vulnerable to other kinds of verbal and intellectual abuse. After aging out of the foster care system, he found work as a bouncer, sometime enforcer, and body guard, working in the shady area between legal and not, and managing to survive.
Unbeknownst to Horace at the time, he is of an ogrish lineage, which is the source of his great strength, size, and durability. A somewhat disreputable Hunter named Trevor Greely stumbled across Horace a couple of months ago and tried to collect a bounty off of him, but Horace survived Greely's attack and hospitalized him to boot. Section M became involved but determined that Horace had not actually violated the Accords (the existence of which he was unaware of), had not been sanctioned, and Greely was in the wrong. Incidentally, Horace was informed about his true nature, the Accords, and so forth. He didn't quite understand all of it, but he got the gist of it. Especially the part about bounties, which sounded a lot better than the crap wages bouncing pays.
Now Horace is trying to become a Hunter himself, but needs someone to show him the ropes and help him avoid making mistakes. However, his natural durability and physical might offers a powerful advantage to a Hunter team willing to take him on and walk him through the learning curve.
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Horace is as simple as they come. He eats, he breathes, he sleeps, he lives. He has little in the way of long term plans, and takes each day as it comes. He's not a stereotypical "gentle giant", but he's basically non-violent unless provoked or professionally required to do be otherwise. Horace realizes that he is not very smart and is uneducated, and is insecure about it; he can be enraged if mocked on this subject. He does try to learn and "get smarter", but it takes him a long time to "get" complex ideas, and few have the patience to walk him through things over and over again.
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"...'Splain da last part again?"
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Horace is a fairly average ogre, who has also honed his fighting skills working as a bouncer and sometime body guard. He is slow, but as he can ignore most physical attacks (being basically bullet proof), and rarely has to hit anything more than once, it doesnt matter much. His main weakness is dealing with lots of weaker opponents as it takes him time to whittle groups down. But versus single tough opponents, Horace is a serious contender and is capable of physically dominating many kinds of foes.
Horace can also track by smell, but he's never developed this ability, and it is only somewhat reliable.
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Horace is a bruiser, easily able to fight most supernaturally strong creatures...as he himself is one. Any hunter team expecting violence can benefit from his assistance.
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