Character: Heinrich Kuttner
Age: 34
If there was one thing Heinrich Kuttner knew for certain, it was that the color of his skin made him better than everyone else. And he wasn't scared to let people know it. The looks he would get as he walked through Fort Carson from the "normies" filled him with pride. He was damn proud of his heritage. Why shouldn't he be? He was as perfect of a specimen exactly the way he was. If God existed, Heinrich would be a challenge for him. He spent his days in the local tattoo shops, covering every bare inch of skin with another tattoo or emblem. Prison had made him muscular, and he could easily bench press 250lbs. He may have been a little short, a little over five foot tall, but he looked like a pitbull on steroids. Since his last release, he's returned home to live with his mother, who spent her days watching soap operas and game shows in Fort Carson. He'd been trying to spend time with those desert runners...Nomads were they called? In between hanging out at the clubhouse and looking for trouble, he would make rhythms on his computer and rock his electric Ibanez bassguitar. Finally the Federal Probation of having [WS]Peter was over and he got off house arrest. The infernal tracking device on his leg was removed, freeing him, and he ventured out into Fort Carson to crack skulls and bash doors as muscle for hire.
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