Name: Old Man Henderson
Race: Human?
Age: 55
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 180 lbs
Appearance: 
The combat boots have heelies, and he has a stuffed parrot on his shoulder called Rupert. He never takes the aviator shades off for any reason.
Strength: Human
Agility: Exceptional
Constitution: Human - Exceptional (Depending on how drunk he is)
Other Abilities:Mental Resistance: Legendary (Called a Shoggoth "The UGLIEST fucking poodle EVER") Don't even try to screw with Henderson's mind. If you're lucky, you'll get high.
Ballistic skill(Shotgun): Supernatural (Proceeded to murder said Shoggoth, its summoner, and his companions without breaking a sweat)
Memorized the Anarchist's Cookbook. Stunt driver, ship builder, champion figure skater, hockey player, helicopter pilot, and golfer. Fluent in many languages. Luckiest man in history, bar none.
Equipment: Benelli M4 Semi-automatic Shotgun, as many shells as he needs, battered modified '92 Buick Century, extra pairs of aviators, a charred page of the Necronomicon (wrapped a blunt with it), and the occasional joint.
Acquired during his time in the Nexus:
- Black Business Card (The Order): As repayment for saving two mortally wounded members of the Order from the wrath of Faust, Sakura Matou's Servant, Henderson and Mordred were given black business cards by the Order, unlike the usual white given to clients. While the white cards only have phone numbers, the black cards also have the address of the Order's Headquarters on them. In this way, the holder of one of these cards has the full resources of the Order at his disposal till the debt is paid.
Origin: The history of Old Man Henderson is lost in the sands of time, but he's got some facts concrete about him - he at some point in his life was a Thai prostitute and gangster, went to college for ship building, apparently competed at a national level in figure skating, hockey, and golf, is likely the father of/related to The Stig, at some point returned to the US on some man's junk, and at some point, acquired roughly 215 antique lawn gnomes as his retirement plan, estimated value of over 40K. He also blames all his life's problems on Vietnam, but was 12 in '74. At some point though, his collection of Lawn Gnomes went missing (He sold them to a charity auction, got high, and forgot about it), and Henderson went on the warpath in search of them. The victims of said Warpath are as follows.
- A Shoggoth, the cultist who summoned the Shoggoth, approximately ten more cultists, a professor who attempted to calm Henderson in the midst of his rampage, and the church this all took place in (burned to the ground). There was no evidence remaining that could be traced back to Old Man Henderson, as no one thought to take the plates of his Century in the ten minutes between him driving up to the church and him leaving said church.
- An Avatar of Hastur that was in the process of binding himself to a Detective, the Detective, James Fink, a Tanker Truck (Which killed all three of the above directly, and everything below in the ensuing explosion, triggered by Henderson's parting gift of a 12 lb block of C4), another church, another group of cultists, and the gas station that the Tanker Truck had been refilling the holding tank of. No evidence, no witnesses.
- A military helicopter (Got some damned good use out of it, though), an influential Cultist of Hastur who arrived on a Yacht to investigate the death of an Avatar of his god, the Yacht he came in on (By picking it up with said Heli and dropping it), a dinner party held by the local Cthulu Cult (By dropping said Yacht on the penthouse suite the party was in), and a bar in an unrelated incident. The heli was left hovering above the ruins of the dinner party while Henderson's party parachuted out.
- Innumerable zombies/shoggoths during a minor apocalypse by use of explosive hockey pucks, culminating in summoning Hastur himself to the physical plane and taking advantage of the building having 'enough explosives wired to make Michal Bay blush' and the summoning sickness that Hastur was suffering from due to the summoning to permanently kill said Elder God.
Or maybe that last bit was a weed hallucination, he has no fucking idea. Maybe he's in a parallel reality or something, but honestly he doesn't know or care. He's probably forgotten whatever even brought him into the city. The trail of the missing gnomes has brought him into Nexus City, and no muckle damn cultist will stand between him and his wee men.
Weaknesses: General human weaknesses, excluding things that would drive normal men to insanity. Also weak to good weed, the munchies, high explosives, and has this itch to fly helicopters whenever he can. Tends to be forgetful while high.
Likes: Good weed, gnomes, Rupert, booze, his shotgun.
Dislikes: Cultists (gnome-stealing bastards), Hastur (The leader of
a group of gnome-stealing bastards, and a buzzkill to boot), religion, cutlery, books.
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