Currently the acting leader of the Nevada Badland Originals, in the stead of Devil and Krogg who are currently in Arizona. Elite member of the Badland Originals. A member of Krogg’s Skulking Vipers. Is joked to be only there because of affirmative action.
Description
You see a tall, bald-shaven black man. He looks to be about 20 to 25. On his sharp, angular chin, a goatee protrudes from surrounding stubble. On the left side of his jaw is a thin scar which starts parallel with his lower lip and runs down his face and neck about 3 inches. His dark russet eyes drink in the surroundings from behind his mirrored red sunglasses. Tied tightly on his head is a red paisley-style bandana, pulling his ears back against his head. A thick neck leads down to broad shoulders, which combined with his height gives Kabatic a looming sort of posture. He wears military issue pads over his elbows and knees, sprayed black to match the rest his gear. Many deep scars adorn the exposed flesh on his toned upper arms and forearms. On his large, scarred hands he wears a pair of black, fingerless gloves. Protruding from his sheath is the handle of a large bowie knife, stained dark red with the old blood of fallen enemies.
Over his chiseled, athletic torso, a sinister black and brown set of Marauder Armor bulges under his sleeveless black leather Badlander jacket. Aside from being sleeveless, the jacket has another unique feature, that of a patch above the right-hand breast pocket. The patch depicts an albino snake with an eye-patch, grinning wickedly at the viewer, and wielding a combat knife with it’s tongue. The snake’s body is curled around the skeletal remains of a vulture. Around his waist is a black military-grade webbing belt. Over his solid, tree-trunk legs he wears boot-cut black jeans, the torn, frayed ends hanging over his rugged black combat boots. Standing about 6'4" and weighing in around 240 pounds, Kabatic is a well-trained, well-conditioned force to be reckoned with. Scars, attire, and stature aside however, he seems to have a relatively calm demeanor. Atypical of your average ganger, he seems almost classy in his general body language. Steady, deliberate movements paint the picture of an intelligent gentleman, rather than a hedonistic, violent degenerate.
Peaceful though he may seem, he is not without armament. Aside from his knife, he has slung over his shoulder an intimidating black and red “Interstate Prowler” submachine-gun, and bulging under his jacket is what one can only assume to be at least a couple more pistols of some sort.