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Indeed, Carcer looks like a pretty shifty fellow...but it isn't in his appearance more like his...demeanor. In fact, he has the visage of a nobly breed man of society; high cheek bones, handsome features, and crimson hair that he'll swear he never died in his life (for what thats worth). Who is to say that the nobility of a planet are any better then it's scum? Setting aside the fact that they're more successful then the average thug. Beyond all this Carcer has a strange charisma. Sure you might find him with a bloodied knife in hand and a corpse at his feet but you will want to believe his excuse. Overall it is likely that Carcer is the bastard child of a highly respected patriarch of some noble ne'er-do-wells and a particularly sly and pretty prostitute, a dangerous combination at least genetically.

Carcer has been in gangs. Carcer has ruled and crushed gangs to be more accurate. Manipulation is game, the house can change. He pretty much views the Inquisition as a gang but on a larger scale. Same principals just multiplied a thousand fold. He's already taken stock of his fellows and there isn't much that'll be too much of a threat. He has seen the archetypes anyway: Brutish and courageous, if a little dim + Outwardly pious, money grubbing cut-throat businessman within.

An expert at weaseling his way into clicks, Carcer has been spending his time befriending the crew men and scoping out the place. In the few days they've been aboard this crap transport he has gotten a reserved place in line for grub, extra bedding, a few neat shortcuts and some trusting 'friends'. Having secured a place within the crew he plans to move onto his so called team. He loiters around in the single hallway that leads from the four quarters of his comrades to the mess hall. Waiting for someone to get to know...