Deacon is wheelchair bound, paralyzed from the waist down. He'd be about 5'7" if he could stand, and 120lbs with his pockets full of pennies. He is 29.
Deacon hates everyone. He blames the world for his handicap, and tries to punish people by being a prick all the time. He is a genius, but lacks the drive to accomplish anything. Spends his whole life at home, on a computer, either working, gaming or futzing around on the net. He has a hot nurse who comes by a couple times a week to do physio and keep him stocked up on drugs. He doesn't drink, smoke, or drink caffeine because any interaction with the complex array of medications he's on could be fatal.
He has all sorts of plans about what he'd do if he ran the worldâ€”mostly involving killing large groups of people. He hates children more than adults, for obvious reasons.
Deacon hates democracy, partly because a cripple would never get elected and partly because it puts the ultimate power in the hands of stupid people. He believes certain conspiracy theories, but calls people who believe different ones crack-pots and morons.
He has an improbably hot girlfriend and a cat named Mr Anderson.