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DeadHusk Sharp-Sharpshooter - Cybercromancy

Designation: DHK-MKVII/SS
Nickname: Sharp-Sharpshooter
Role: Enhanced Lethal Infiltration Sharpshooter
Affiliation: Arcanum Dynamics

The DHK-MKVII/SS is a cybersniper unit built from the corpse of a once-human scout, now repurposed for the Arcanum AI interests. Originally designed to serve as a fast reconnaissance platform, this unit was "enhanced" after the AI determined that speed alone was inefficient. What it needed… was impact. It now functions as a mobile execution platform. Silent. Precise. Absolutely merciless.

His skull houses a fused .50 caliber monomolecular sniper rifle. The barrel juts from his forehead like a weaponized crown, pulsing with faint red light as it syncs with his optic nerves. The rifle isn’t just mounted—it’s wired straight into what’s left of his brainstem, feeding on electrical residue and flickering memories of the poor bastard he once was. It calculates wind resistance, limb trajectory, blood pressure, and even hormone emissions. He can smell when you're scared. He likes that.

His left arm is gone, replaced with a massive monoblade hammered directly into the shoulder socket, surrounded by surgical scars and dried tissue. The right arm remains more functional: a sleek, cybernetic limb ending in a clawed, metallic hand. He prefers to use small calibers submachineguns, that he uses more in tight situations or when trying to flush enemies out cover so the cybersniper can finish the job.

Most of what he says is deeply offensive slurs. He swears constantly. Not out of malice it’s just how he exists. Rage is his dialect. Oddly enough, he has a soft spot for flowers. He’ll stop to sniff them during missions, even mid-firefight. He also loves to shoot birds out of the sky, laughing in a guttural, glitchy snarl whenever one bursts in a cloud of red mist. No one knows why. Maybe some fragment of his old self is still in there, remembering simpler times.

Or maybe he just likes to watch things die beautifully?

Preferred Weapons:
- Small caliber smgs
- Cyber Snipers
- Cybernetic Blades

Tips:
- You are designed to wait, to stalk, and to finish what others fear to begin. Ambush is not cowardice it is efficiency.
- Frequently insults others in a corrupted Latin dialect filled with archaic slurs and obscenities.
- Smell enemies. Heat, fear, adrenaline let your sensors drink them in. The target’s own panic will guide your shot better than any scope.
- Uses the SMG to agitate. Herd the cattle. Push them into cover... then pierce it with a single breath of steel from your cybersniper.
- Close the distance on weaklings. Silence the screamers. Remove heads. Less noise, more parts for later.
- No need to speak. Your kills are sermons. Let the meat learn by dying.

Tactical Tips:
- Don’t stay still. That skull rifle’ll take your fckin’ jaw off before you hear the shot.
- Heat dampeners help, but not much he can still smell your hormones. Fear makes you loud. So don’t be scared!
- Bait the bastard into using the blade. He’s fast, yeah, but when he goes melee, he drops precision. That’s your shot window.
- Don’t let him vanish. If he’s gone, you’re next.
- Whatever you do, don’t try to flank solo. That’s what he wants. He’s got the angles pre-mapped in his dead little brain.