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[b]Name[/b]: Malcolm Mercer
[b]Age[/b]: 25
[b]Gender[/b]: Male

[b]Personality[/b]: Easily bored, reckless, smart-ass, compassionate and highly protective toward those he cares for

[b]Weapons[/b]: Short, sheathed hunting knife, small lockpick

[b]Likes[/b]: Computers, photography, old films, rock-climbing, road trips, his bike
[b]Dislikes[/b]: Early mornings, housekeeping, ungrateful people, his bike breaking down, his little sister's usual taste in boyfriends
[b]Limits[/b]: Scat, kids, guro

[b]Bio[/b]: Malcolm has been a gearhead almost since birth, and has recently taken over his father's garage after the old man retired. His little sister Jesse is about to finish her first year at the state university, and their parents have asked Malcolm to take a ride up north to check on her. There have been some weird reports on Raccoon's local news websites about animal attacks and missing persons, and it's been almost a week since they've heard from Jesse. Mal figures she's just gotten involved with another loser boyfriend, but since he's just finished rebuilding his trustworthy(?) old Softail, he's more than happy to take a little road trip.