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LUKAS KAUFMANN...


Name: Lukas Kaufmann
Age: 32
Setting: Modern Fantasy

Appearance: Lukas is an acrobat and it shows -- in the lean, strong lines of his body, in his relatively short height, in the easy way he moves. He is not tall, nor exceptionally strong, but compact and quick and completely comfortable in his body in a way that makes him a dangerous opponent, when he choses to be. His hair is auburn and cropped short, with just a faint curl to it; his eyes are a cool, muted blue-green. Stubble lines his squared jaw because, no matter how often he shaves, it never seems to be enough. His nose is a bit too strong, perhaps, his eyebrows too heavy, and his smile [when he smiles] is shark-like.

Beneath his right ear, along the side of his neck, is a neatly calligraphied German phrase: Es ist noch kein Meister vom Himmel gefallen. It translates to "No master has yet fallen from the sky", which for him has a double meaning. Both 'Practice makes Perfect' and also an excellent motto for a catburglar who spends a great deal of time scaling buildings and entering through windows.

These days, he usually wears suits, as benefits the position -- but he prefers military-style, unusual blazers to a full out three-piece, frequently with turtlenecks or t-shirts replacing collars and ties. He hates a tie.

Personality: Lukas's generally policy is to live for himself and no one else -- which, thus far, hasn't served him exceptionally well, but that hasn't changed his heart.

His eyes are closed off and serious all the time, but whatever he's thinking is hidden behind that too-sharp smile and a quip that slides past friendly teasing and into the realm of the mean, even if it's only a little bit. He frequently makes up for this, as best he can, with a pat on he shoulder and a wink that doesn't entirely take the sting out of his words.

Instead of being quiet and introspective, he fills social occasions with talk that isn't exactly meaningless, but isn't exactly productive or important, either. He is private by dwelling on non-consequentials, not by shutting his mouth. Silence is only greeted by questions. Chatter is greeted with a desire for silence.

It's been revealed that Lukas has a castle in Austria. It looks something like this.

Relationships: His partner on the job, Zachariah, is a frosty pain in the a**. I'll add more info about that!

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MICHAEL DAVIS...


Name: Michael Davis [Mikey]
Age: early 30s
Setting: Modern Fantasy

Appearance: Mikey is a chef, and this shows in his build. He's not fat, but he'd pudgy, only muscled and strong through the arms. He looks an awful lot like his ancestor, Lou Geoffreys — somewhat square of jaw, softened just a little, with a straight nose and very blue eyes. His hair is a darker, dirty sort of blond, shaggy around his face and usually bound back into a ponytail under a brightly-colored, patterned handkerchiefs. He's usually found in worn t-shirts, wife beaters, jeans or houndstooth cook pants; these days, he also has a simple chef jacket and apron with his name emblazoned on the chest.

Personality: Independent, introverted, Mikey pours almost all of his attention into his restaurant. He's very typically male, spending off-time drinking beer, maybe playing a bit of pool or darts, or lounging and watching TV. He's relatively laid-back, out of the kitchen.

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NAOISE HAYDEN...



Name: Naoise Hayden [Neesh]
Age: Early 20s
Setting: Modern Fantasy

Appearance: Naoise, at 6'5", is broad and square shouldered and generally built like a linebacker. He has tanned skin and narrowed hazel eyes flecked with gold and green that's brighter depending on what he's wearing. His hair, a rich brown, is at that awkward in-between stage, just barely too long to wear loose, and is generally tied back into a tiny little tail against the back of his neck.

Down one arm, he has a series of tattoos that can be classified as 'stereotypical' and 'overdone'. Tribal marks, navigator star, barbed wire around his bicep to signify time served. On his chest, over his heart, is a bullet. Against one side of his neck there is an intricately tattooed celtic cross; on the other, a mess of scars that look very much like someone took a bite out of his throat, at some point.

He's an intimidating sort of guy, but his smile is charming -- as is the Irish accent. Generally he dresses comfortably, in clothing that he doesn't mind getting dirty. Baggy jeans, cargo pants, camo and wife beaters and t-shirts and a leather-and-fur jacket.

Personality: Neesh is the most important person in his own life, number one, to be looked out for. Everyone else is secondary. He's a mercenary, primarily, and it defines him for who he is. He's not smart, but he is clever and quick on his feet, with good instincts.

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NAURUS...


Name: Naurus
Age: He looks mid to late twenties.
Setting: Modern Fantasy

Appearance: Even before he opens his mouth, it's obvious that Naurus comes out of Mexico; brown-skinned and dark, he's short and slim with a really nice butt. His hair is matte black and obviously hasn't been cut in quite a while; it hangs in a straight mess almost to his knees, and he deals with it by mostly binding it back into a fishtail braid or ponytail. His eyes are constantly hidden behind extremely dark shades, and who knows what's behind there.

All of his clothing is tight: pants that are almost painted on, leather and tucked into baddass, clunky boots. His jacket is smooth, dark leather, like butter, worn around the elbows and knees.

Personality: At first meeting, people will likely think of Naurus as a bit self-centered, egoistic, sexual, full of bravado and bluster and trouble. This is all true. But beneath it, he is also surprisingly sensitive, with easily-bruised pride.

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QUINLAN BOYD...


Name: Quinlan Boyd [Quinney]
Age: He looks about 19.
Setting: Modern Fantasy

Appearance: Once upon a time, Quinney would have been defined as a 'fop' -- in modern days, this translates into a kind of "queer and proud of it!" attitude. About 5'3" and slim, he dresses in bright colors and fitted clothing; dark wash jeans, expensive shoes, rainbow or spiked belts, tight t-shirts short enough that they flash pale stomach when he raises his arms.

His hair is blond with a coppery sheen to it, smooth and straight and falling loose around his face and into eyes that are a muted sort of yellow-green. His skin is peachy cream, his mouth wide and cheerful and prone to bright smiles. He isn't beautiful, not precisely, but he is more than averagely attractive -- it's more charisma than physical, like his appearance and his graceful, easy little movements give away some inner force of being. He seems friendly, cheerful, and likeable.

Around his wrists, mixed with various other pieces of plastic and metal and beads, Quinlan wears two thick bracelets lined with iron and littered with runes.

Personality: Quinney is the epitome of upbeat youth. He seems to think of the glass as half-full, not in a naive sort of way but more with understanding that things will turn around eventually. Of course they will. They always do; he has been around long enough to recognize this.

He is also quite thoroughly a hedonist. His idea of a good life is to live in an expensive apartment, to go out to dinner every night, to go to the theater and out dancing and always be moving and exploring and interacting with other people [both intimately and otherwise]. If he were straight -- or even could pretend to be straight -- people might classify him as a 'playboy', wandering from one place to another, quite happy with his expensive things and fancy dinners and parkside apartment with a gorgeous view of the water.

Yet, somehow, he keeps himself from becoming too shallow. Or too vapid, at least; he seems uninclined to enter into standard 'deep' relationships of any sort, possibly because he doesn't enjoy watching people wilt away and die around him. He'd much rather dabble than commit, exploring as much of a person's core as he can in a limited amount of time and then leaving them behind to forget him -- or not, as the case may be.

But he can't help this. It's part of his nature.

Relationships: Due to a curse, he's hopelessly -- bafflingly -- in love with Ilya. I'll add more info about that here.

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PAUL BLAIR...


Name: Paul Blair
Age: 29
Setting: Wardwood; Regency-Era fantasy

Appearance: Tall and very slim, his hair is dark and fashionably cut, curling just faintly down over one green eye. Natural good looks, a strong nose and a full mouth, coupled with the intense care Paul takes in choosing and fitting clothing, make him striking in most settings. They also tend to make people dismiss him [perhaps not unduly] as more looks than man, especially accompanied with his usual too-wide flash of smile.

Personality: Those who tell you Paul doesn't have a thought in his head are entirely wrong. Somewhere in there, he must think -- it's just that they get pushed to the back by more important things like the latest fashions, like who is having a party when, by card games and, of course, his writing.

Paul has never had to work a real day in his life, and takes this entirely for granted. He is prone to sleeping in when he can [and he pretty much always can], to staying out far too late, to investing more time and money in his clothing and his social life than he does in house and home and learning.

It's not that he's unintelligent, as his childhood tutors certainly gave him a proper education with many a battered knuckle along the way. He still reads, keeps up on gossip and modern philosophy alike, though current events and accounting seem to fall to the wayside. In conversation, he focuses on sounding clever rather than smart, wit instead of wisdom, elegance instead of practicality.

At the age of 29, Paul is still a bachelor, and as attractive as he is, this is an oddity that likely makes some people uncomfortable. Certainly he could find a woman if he so desired, get on with the important business of producing an heir for his estate. It's irresponsible and more than a bit suspicious that he turns down all advances.

Relationships: Paul is bound to a Guardian Deer named Samael who is very serious and focused. They spend time together and Paul's country house.

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REESE WARWICK...


Name: Reese Warwick
Age: 31
Setting: Wardwood; Regency-Era Fantasy

Magic: Reese's magic is focused in illusion -- not in creation but in hiding, in changing peoples' perception. In a crowd, he can become faceless; if he stands still, he can be easily overlooked, ignored. It is not perfect. He cannot disappear in a puff of smoke, or fade away into a shadow. He just makes it easier for people to forget he's there.

Appearance
Slightly shorter than average, stocky and square-jawed, Reese looks nothing like his brother, aside from similar eye and skin colors: pale blue, and roughly-tanned. His hair is a dark brown, kept short and mostly pushed back out of his face. His features are somewhat bland, somewhat square, with very serious, narrowed eyes. Clothing-wise, usually he prefers dark greys, close-fitting and unexciting.

Personality
Reese is serious, self-reliant, and proud to a fault, frequently getting angry or frustrated when he can't do something or doesn't know an answer. Insults to his character might be shrugged off, but insults to his abilities, to his self-sufficiency, those are taken entirely too much to heart.

In general, he just can't take things lightly; can't laugh things off, doesn't often laugh at all, and his own sense of humor is usually at other peoples' expense.

His morality is flexible, generally focused on the concept of "me first". Anything goes, in the pursuit of your own happiness. Even stepping on other people along the way.

This used to cover his brother, as well. Less so, now...

Relationships: Reese has a familiar named Gwen, who enhances his magic. He can blend into crowds / go unseen.

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RIDER VERONE...


Name: James Rider David Verone-Livyatan
Age: Mid-twenties
Setting: Modern Fantasy

Appearance: Rider's an average height, somewhere around 5'8" or 5'9", and average in weight -- not average as in 'skinny' but average as in 'squishy around the middle.' He's not too chubby in the face, he's not overweight enough that most people would notice, but he's shy about taking his shirt off and makes a comfortable sort of pillow. Think of him as a runner who stopped running and started eating too much greasy pizza and pasta covered in cheese and butter.

Rider's heritage is clearly Italian, enough that he's got the Mediterranean olive skin, and his hair is a dark brown that borders on black. His eyes, at a glance, look like a dark dark brown -- but upon further investigation, they prove to be a midnight blue. His hair is kept carefully short, and generally styled with some kind of godawful goop so that it sticks up some in the front -- except for special occasions, when he slicks it back.

Rider wears nice shoes, nice socks, slacks, a white t-shirt undershirt, and a collared shirt with all the buttons done up and tucked in. On a casual day, he *might* leave the shirt untucked. Maybe. But probably not.

He likes blues and browns the best, with some greens and khaki and cream. Neutral-ish colors.

He also has an awesome grey peacoat that has been magic-ified to basically serve as not only protection against spells but also a suit of armor.

Personality: He used to be a con man, with a partner/father figure of his; they stole and manipulated important magical items from people to sell for their own profit, generally on commission. However, after his partner died, he snapped a bit.

Now Rider is obsessive compulsive to a near-crippling degree. I say near-crippling because it's not, but it's close; the kind of obsessive compulsive that organizes all his magical supplies into carefully labeled and alphabetized test tubes [he keeps them in a small, black medicine bag like what a person with diabetes would carry his insulin in]. The kind of obsessive compulsive that has to take a 22 minute long shower every morning, with the same routine, or else he goes through the entire day feeling like his skin is crawling. The kind of obsessive compulsive that can't leave dishes in the sink, or the kitchen uncleaned, and who doesn't really like to be touched.

His mother's side of the family is Upper Middle Class Connecticut . From this side of the family, he gets a certain awkward, tight-lipped edge to his relationships, unwilling to admit how he feels. His parents divorced when he was 11, so his father's side of the family hasn't had much impact.

Since the death of his business partner, he's gone a little skitterish. The OCD wasn't bad before that, and he didn't used to smoke 2 packs a day either. He also didn't used to be quite so shy.

Relationships: He is married! I'll write up his hubby someday.

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RILEY XAVIER...


Name: Riley Xavier
Age: He lies about his age. A lot. He's probably 17 or 18, but looks younger.
Setting: Modern Fantasy

Appearance: Riley looks young, in part, because he is undersized -- just a couple inches over five feet, skinny, with a peaches-and-cream complexion that freckles easily. His face is sweet and somewhat feminine, soft around the edges, with a button nose and a surprisingly sweet mouth. It'd be sweeter if he weren't scowling so often, eyebrows pulled down over his eyes and posture confrontational. His hair is light brown and cropped short, gelled up in the front. His clothing style is very preppy, polo shirts and well-fitted jeans or slacks, usually in muted colors.

Personality: Riley has a lot of attitude, and it shows. Short-tempered and somewhat passive aggressive, he's used to being on his own, making his own rules, and not having to listen to anyone else, so he's prone to getting aggressively frustrated when he's ordered around. He doesn't obey well, at all. It doesn't help that he's still young, and figuring out who he is. But he loves computers, and spends a great deal of his time working on projects.

Relationships: His ward is a cyborg named Sean Xavier. I'll write s**t up about him!

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ROSALIE COSTIGAN...


Name: Rosalie Costigan
Age: 23
Setting: Llywdbeinn; Medieval Fantasy, Game of Thrones style.

Appearance: Rosalie has the potential for great beauty, naturally fair-skinned and smooth of face with high cheek bones and vibrantly green eyes. Her mouth is a bit narrow, perhaps, and working life has tanned her to a richer shade, but otherwise she leans toward dark and noble good looks. Her hair is thick and a shiny, lustrous black -- but by choice, for the sake of safety in a fight, she keeps it cropped boyishly short, barely brushing her ears.

Her frame, however, is nothing to write home about. From behind, with her short hair and the confident way she holds herself, it would be easy to mistake Rosalie for a short, slim young man. Virtually flat-chested with almost no hips, strong arms and lean legs, there is very little femininity to her shape. She makes this all the worse by dressing in clunky boots and tight-fitting pants, not even the structure of a worn corset doing much good to hourglass out her body beneath her shirt.

Personality: The unacknowledged daughter of a more-than-minor Noble, Rosalie frequently finds herself smothering big thoughts and ideas, swallowing strong emotion, and fighting against an inescapable rumbling of anger that sits in her core. Her blood line, she is sure, is pure; however, her mother's reputation for wandering has left Rosalie's own honor besmirched, and brought her legitimacy into question enough that she lacks what status she should have.

The result of this is the shattered remains of a strong moral compass, a strong belief in laws and the way things are, laid over a sense of wounded pride and frustration. The combination is something dangerous: someone quietly confident, muted and easy to ignore, with a spine of steel and the absolute certainty that her way is the right way. All of these qualities are highly desirable considering her position, but can make it difficult to befriend her.

In many ways, she is also an island, and has never been anything else. She is not actively opposed to the idea of friendship, but considering the fact that she must keep at least some distance between herself and both the men she commands and the people she protects, to prove herself as competent despite the fact that she is a woman in a man's game, few relationships seem to rise beyond company and the physical.

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TANVIR GILL...


Name: Tanvir Gill
Age: 18
Setting: Wardwood; Victorian Fantasy.

Appearance: Veer is average in height, but wiry thin -- thin enough that he becomes all ankles, pointed chin and cheekbones, sharp elbows and knees beneath the shape of his jacket and pants.

His skin is a dark, warm olive, with a dark beauty mark near his nose under his right eye. This, coupled with the reddish tint of his hair [made redder with natural dyes] and the near-gold of his eyes marks him clearly as from Nipoor, and can mean trouble from a certain crowd.

His clothing counters it. Mostly. Due to his father's wealth, Veer is able to purchase expensive, well-fitted clothes, and if he went for common blues and greys and browns, it would help him blend in. Unfortunately, he doesn't. He goes for blazes of color that speak to his heritage -- and, of course, to his interest in a little bit of attention.

Personality: A natural skill with numbers and mathematics could mean that Veer could step easily into his father's footsteps, handling the estates of half the young Lordlings in the city. Unfortunately, a natural unwillingness to do as he's told counters this -- gets him into trouble often enough to counter whatever good he might have done. Usually Veer's cravat is loosened, his eyes sharp from too much drink [or too much something else] and he's sporting at least one bruise somewhere visible, from picking fights or stupid stunts or who-knows-what-else.

He's somewhat obsessed with having the best things. Not just the nicest things, but the best, the most cutting edge, the freshest edge of fashion and weaponry and technology. Most of it he gets out of his father, from his monthly stipend, but some of the more questionable purchases come from equally questionably jobs pulled for shady men.

It's not all bad, though. Perhaps Veer chooses poor friends, but once he's chosen them, he's an extremely loyal ally to have, with a fine-tuned focus. It's just a pity that it can't be turned in the right direction.

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LESLIE WARWICK...



Name: Leslie Warwick [Warwick]
Age: 23
Setting: Wardwood; Regency-Era Fantasy

Appearance: Warwick is slightly taller than average, and built like an acrobat -- most likely because, well, he is. Normally pale skin is tanned dark from long days spent in the sun, and adorned with faint freckles everywhere that sticks out. His eyes, usually laughing, are a faded ice-blue, bright and narrow. His face, usually grinning, is long and sharp, planar, with defined cheekbones and a wide mouth. His ears are kind of big.

The crest of his hair, naturally black but usually bleached to pale or henna'd toward red, obviously cut by hand and on the road, is wild and uneven, standing up in the center, and woven through with brightly colored pieces of cloth. This matches the wild, piecemeal, heavily-layered clothing he tends to prefer, a rag clown dressed up in rags.

He is made all the stranger by the assortment of tattoos he has collected over the years, from neck to navel and down his arms.

The most important tattoo is across the back of his right shoulder, old and faded; at first it seems to be some kind of wildcat, arched back and hissing mouth. After a moment, like magic, the word pops out and into focus -- 'Reese', his brother's name. Beside this, stretching down his arm, a half-coiled snake, a handful of fish. There is a gem at the inside of his wrist, a diamond cut.

There is a solid black band around his left bicep, the ink broken by a smattering of skin-colored stars. Around his wrist winds the shape of a beaded bracelet. There is another gem here, on the inside, this one more circular.

The tattoos across his back begin as stalks of grain, slashing diagonally, the bottoms turning to crossed swords. Settled among them, at the small of his back, is one spiral rose, with a scattering of highly-stylized flowers around it.

Wrapping around his left hip is a sleek, bright-eyed fox. It's still rough, outlined, unfinished. His other hip is bare, but above that, across his stomach, is a sharp-edged, stylized tree that follows the shape of ribs below the skin. On his chest are two very black hand prints that look much like someone slapped paint-covered palms against his skin.

Personality: By nature and personality both, Warwick is a clown -- a traveling acrobat with everything he needs for a wandering show, and a sharp memory for news and information to supplement his income. He is cheerful and enthusiastic and perhaps overly energetic, unable to sit still. For all that he looks like a vagabond and a gypsy, he prefers not to supplement his income with the thievery that comes with this sort of work.

At least not anymore.

He tends to think the best of people and, as a result, is also rather easy to goad into doing favors, and gets into troublesome situations as a result.

Relationships: Warwick is bound to a Guardian deer named Wren, who frequently performs in his act! She wears a bell around her neck.

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