Thomas Andre

Thomas Andre’s imposing figure was impossible to be unnoticed, his large frame drawing attention of every hunter who came to the international hunter conference. Almost immediately, various famous hunters approached him, wanting to discuss certain topics.

He was a national-rank hunter, and officially, he was the strongest hunter in US… and in the whole world. He was the guild master of the Scavangers guild - the main hunter guild in US.

Thomas was around 8 feet tall, he was extremely muscular and he had tattoos all over his forearms, calves and chest. His hair was long, blonde and messy, the same about his goatee. His ruby red eyes were as vibrant as his personality, his teeth were sharp as shark’s. He was wearing his usual hawai shirt which wasn’t buttoned, a pair of beach shorts and a pair of flip flops. He didn’t care about other’s opinions, and no one dared to say anything bad about his actions or clogger out loud - he was the strongest in the world afer all. He did anything he wanted, he didn’t care about consequences at all, his personality was cocky, he was usually quite rude with anyone except with those who he somewhat respected, he loved arguments and fights, knowing that he’d eventually be the winner, but he always searched for a nice opponent for himself.

he is bad tempered, arrogant as hell, never thinks much before doing anything. he’s rich due to being the top hunter, so he drives only is luxury cars, drinks most expensive alcohol, lives in a large mansion and never thinks about how much money he spends - he knows that the amount of his money would be more than enough to even buy a state in US if he wanted. yet, despite his wealth, he always wears that green and yellow hawai shirt, light ocher beach shorts and a pair of noisy flip flops - his clothes is simple, but top quality, of course.