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Character Name :: Feyd Erolai Raither ( Commonly seen as Feyd Raither on cast lists and theater posters)

Gaia Username :: Aaric

Physical Description ::

A tall youth, slender in build and poised in stance. His hair is dark with a slight wave and russet highlights visible that only in the light. It’s worn to brush his shoulders and frame his face; a face known through out Wynander for it’s owners appearances in the theater. And a striking face it is, with fine boned features and a fair complexion, bringing out clear eyes more grey then green—it is obvious his popularity as an actor is not only for his skill.

Due to his profession his garb is often flashy and gay, and changes greatly depending on what piece the theater is currently performing. However, when he has a choice Feyd favors fabrics of wine red and ebony, high necked tunics with wide sleeves and fitted slacks. His outfits are almost always supplemented by something from the Theater’s impressive costume closets, a sash here, a bead there. Though privately he may enjoy choosing his clothes if ever confronted on the subject he’d give a sigh and say: “It’s good for the theater’s business.”

Though they vary greatly day to day outfits are always fresh, different and on the cutting edge of fashion. After all, fashion doesn’t just die out, evil dictator or no. The only constant in his dress is a gold chain he wears under his clothes and the feather shaped pendant that hangs from it, crafted of the same metal.

Personality ::

Charismatic; Feyd is open and engaging, always quick to laugh and quicker to smile. He is anything but unfriendly always out for a good time and eager to put others at ease and exudes the sort of self confidence you could break a brick over—the perfect entertainer. Yet underneath it all he is proud, of his looks, of his talents— of himself, insults to any of those three incur his rarely seen wrath for he is proud at heart. He’s not violent in his dislike, though he will hold a grudge.

One such grudge he holds is against Sehket, and his so-called Peace Enforcement troops. He had never been too fond of the aristocracy but they at least understood the arts and threw fine galas and balls. But Sehket, well, the dictator didn’t seem to care much for the arts, and his men were always rough and rowdy at the performances, lacking any semblance of class or grace. Filth. Under them the once thriving arts of Wynander were wilting, the once grand festivals just a ghost of their former selves, if anything at all. As far as Feyd is concerned, the sooner Sehket is done away with the better.

Background Information ::

Feyd was born Feydred Erolai. He has no recollection of his earliest years of life, and with that—of his parents. His memory begins after he was taken on by Waynander’s great theater, apprenticed to learn every thing from singing to dancing—as well as the convention acting, (and some… less conventional). Like all actors of the theater he took on the surname of his master as his own last name, his first being shortened to a manageable size as all stage names must be, his original surname was stuck between the two.

Theater life agreed with him and he showed great skill, becoming a staple in the theaters cast. The theater it self did well even after the wakening. Sehket’s toadies needed a place for entertainment and the theater was that place.

Occupation :: Actor

Residence :: Raither Theater, Kensington.

Character Name :: Rishuu Vionla
Gaia Username :: Leongrad

Physical Description :: 17 yrs old, Rishuu was fit when he was younger, but the trials of the past years had worn him down. His face seemed a tad sunken, his body looked in great shape, but his muscles had no pull and no energy. Dark brown limp hair that falls halfway through his deep blue eyes. He wears a dark green tunic, which has seen better days, along with dark brown pants, now shorts from wear, and tattered black boots

Personality :: Rishuu is the kind of person who likes to wear a smile no matter what has happened. He hides any sadness or fear with a laugh. He's also a bumbling idiot! Very clumsy and not very tactful at all, Rishuu has alot of trouble with first impressions, but given the chance proves himself to be very trustworthy

Background Information :: Rishuu lives with his older brother Nicke. Their parents were taken from them, they gave any food they could to Rishuu and his brother, thus not eating enough to stay alive themselves. They now work to keep each other alive and are dedicated to each other.

Occupation :: Pretty much an orphan.

Residence :: Rumfield Community, and the Lost Distict, looking for oddjobs and just window shopping

Character Name :: kitty/Katherine
Gaia Username :: kitty chou

Physical Description :: short brown hair, sparkling blue eyes, a button nose, skinny and frail, normally wears a brown cloak during the day, a black skirt and corset by night
Personality :: charismatic, hard-working, friendly, coniving and often manipulative
Background Information :: Kitty was orphapend to young to remember her childhood, faimly and everything about her real self. All she can remember is her parents taking her to a small shack in the Rummell Community and telling her they'd be back. A year after her parents left her, living amongst other orphans, she was taken in by an old homeless man who believed she was his long lost daughter, Katherine. katherine was the only name she was ever called besides "the girl,". The old man raised ner until she was 12, where he was then beaten to death.
Now 16, she does odd jobs by day, and sells her body by night. she's well known by merchants and street scum alike, but rarley trusts anyone. she a very charismatic girl, often found conning people out of their money

Occupation :: odd jobs by day, prostitution by night
Residence :: rummell community, in a small shack where her parents left her

Character Name :: Elisheba Rosenberg

Gaia Username :: Gabi-princess

Physical Description ::

Small and slender, standing at only 5'0 and likely to remain that height for the rest of her days. She is pale and fair, with moon white skin that is largely unblemished due to the very secluded life she has lived until relatively recently. Her face is heart shaped with a slim slightly upturned nose, moderately full lips, and large Wedgewood blue eyes. Her hair, which most would consider her major vanity, is absurdly long from her years of confinement. It has not been cut since her captivity began, nine years ago. Although she was accustomed to keeping it down while she was in custody, time on the run has taught her the practicality of braids, and she usually keeps the immense dark brown length braided in a crown braid on her head.

Her posture is very open and inviting. She is a slight figure, but the terrible experiences in her life have not hardened her. She is in many ways still an innocent and this shows in her movement and expressions. She is casually emotive as well as someone who naturally touches others and does not understand when they are less than appreciative. Her voice is a low, smoky alto: soft, warm, and thoughtful.

Although when she originally fled the Marsalle estate of Ivan Illyich she went barefoot and in a stained white lace dress, a friend in the black market has since provided her with a patched but much less noticeable mute green tunic.

Personality ::

Despite the horrors that have befallen Wynander City since the Times Before, Elisheba is somehow still an optimist and an innocent and filled with childlike wonder at the beauty of the world even as if it continues to devolve into chaos all around her. She is kind and open, given to trusting others whether or not this seems like the best policy, and ultimately completely and totally forgiving. It doesn't matter to her what you've done in the past. It only matters what you're doing now, in the present. She thinks that life is for living well and enjoying and it has no room for regrets. After having been chained in one room for nearly ten years, she mas made a resolution to never take for granted any moment of the life she still has left to her. She will live it passionately and beautifully and find enjoyment in all things, both the the lovely and the ugly.

She is sensitive and empathetic, with an almost clairvoyant ability to read people's moods and understand their motivations and actions. Above all, she is a listener and one who offers her own simple views on the world and its people when she is asked. In this case she is the ultimate expression of the idea: if you truly understand someone then you have no choice but to love them. Since she understands so many people so naturally, she loves them just as easily and just as naturally, no matter who they are, no matter what they've done. This is a trait that can be extremely aggravating to other people with longer memories who are quick to remind “He murdered puppies!” If there is anything to love about a person (which there always is, for all people) then Elisheba will find it and love them for it. It does not matter how many “bad things” there are about a person. She is only interested in the good part that shines inside of everyone. She doesn't ignore the bad parts. She takes them all very seriously, because they're also important pieces of the people she loves. A person is not themselves without their good parts and their bad parts, so to love one and hate the other means that you cannot truly love the person, in her opinion, so she loves the terrible along with the wonderful. Above all, Elisheba is love and acceptance, regardless. After all, how do you know sweetness if you do not also know bitterness?

Her analyses of those around her are brilliant, and staggeringly on target. She understands those around her. She doesn't do anything with this understanding but love them, but she will try and explain them to other people, if she is asked to. She is always careful not to divulge anything that might be hurtful or too personal about the person she is talking about. She doesn't ever talk about her understanding of someone with that same person because most people are unhappy to hear the truth about themselves, even if it is told in a loving way. Very few people are completely accepting of themselves and only someone who is can appreciate being loved for who they truly are – both the beautiful and the ugly, the kind and the cruel, the exalted and the base.

She is a gentle person: kind, thoughtful, playful, and sometimes even impish. She enjoys flowers when they can be grown in the overtaxed soil of the city, and she loves children and small animals (and large animals) and music and light and laughter and dancing and generally enjoyment. She enjoys living, experiencing new things every day, both nice things and not so nice things. She has a fascination for anything she has never experienced first hand (even if this thing is say, rotten spinach). She has also become rapidly accustomed to seeing and dealing with blood, and with rot and decay and sickness. She is not afraid of death because she is happy in her life. She does not seek death, but only someone who lives with no regrets can also die with no regrets. She is naturally gregarious and friendly, charming, well mannered but not stuffy or snobbish, and she's generally a good time to be around.

Her time in captivity has made her a personality that seeks to please. She is at your whim and at your disposal. She is not an openly assertive personality but she has a great deal of soft strength to her. She has an amazing will and a deep faith in herself, in those around her, and an unconquerable confidence in the fact that tomorrow will be beautiful (or maybe it won't be, and that's good too). She has more curiosity than fear, and many would say more heart than she has sense – although she's by no means stupid. She has an inviting manner which hangs a sign that says “Come into my house. You are welcome here and I love you,” and being loved is ultimately something everyone craves. This is perhaps why some people are willing to go to such lengths for her: she has something they admire, and something that they want to protect.

Something as simple as “You're wanted,” can be the thing a person most wants to hear.

Background Information ::

The Rosenbergs were a wealthy family of the Marsalle in the Times Before, and when the city fell into it's locked down state, the patriarch of the family, Falk Rosenberg, stood up to protect the people of his estate as well as any who sought shelter there, opening his house to anyone who feared what might happen in the future. As the city fell into more and more chaos and the nobles around him began building their own private armies, he did all he could to oppose the insanity and the atrocity, speaking out opening against Sehket openly.

He was murdered brutally before the first year was out, along with those he was closest to, with the exception of his young daughter Elisheba, the only survivor of her family, who was taken into the “protective custody” of the young and chilling Lord Ivan Illyich, who was had built up his own army around the estate he had taken by force. He was fascinated by Elisheba -- then still a small child – and chained her up, lightly but effectively, and kept her under close supervision.

She was treated well, considering the circumstances. She was kept very clean and often waited upon by the young Lord Illyich himself, given things to play with, nice clothes to wear, and plenty to eat – although curiously only white foods. Milk, white eggs, white bread, and sometimes white mice. He taught her to read and brought her whatever books she asked for. She had a kitten to look after, and she was very carefully guarded by Illyich's most trusted captains, and often by Illyich himself.

The room she was kept in was an interior one with no windows, so she did not see the light of day for nine years as she grew from a small child to a young woman. As time passed, Illyich grew increasingly more unstable and positively sociopathic. Finally he revealed to her that he had been keeping her and purifying her for ten yearly cycles so that she would be an appropriate sacrifice to Sehket. He explained very gently that she would be eaten alive and in small pieces, so that she would be conscious and aware for as long as possible. He told her that once he had consumed her totally, body and spirit, they would be together for all time.

This final truth being revealed was the last straw for Ishmerai Vives, a long time captain of Illyich and frequent guard of Elisheba's. He had an intense argument with the psychotic Illyich that escalated into violence and left the lord of the estate dead. Knowing those loyal to Illyich would be at his throat in moments and having left himself with no options, he broke Elisheba's bonds and carried her off, into the city, narrowly escaping the estate and avoiding capture as he fled the Marsalle.

Having fled, they now found themselves with no place to go. They lived sparsely in the cathedral of the Boneyard for a short time, until they were discovered by a well connected agent of the black market and taken in. She has since lived in the Lost District, in a series of interconnected basements, underground shop fronts, and tunnels known as the Warrens.

Occupation :: Sometime captive turned part time herbalist healer, ward of Ishmerai Vives

Residence :: The Warrens, a series of interconnected basements, tunnels, and underground shop fronts maintained by a large faction of the Lost District's black market.

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Ishmerai will be by shortly, once he's finished his application XD.

Character Name :: Unknown real name is Muunokhoi Niran, but known widely-ish as Khoi the Black Dog.
Gaia Username :: rosemilk

Physical Description ::

Khoi is a young man verging into his twenties, complete with a fashion sense more apt for a deeply disturbed twelve-year-old girl. Brown-sugar skin, shaggy caramel hair streaked here and there with the remnants of cheap bleaching dyes, pansy-violet eyes - his face lacks softness: not enough flesh, sharp-angled jawbone, high brows, thin lips, sharp nose. His features are usually smeared with old makeup - kohl under the eyes, just making him look even more sleepless than should be allowed, old pastes on the lips in a delightful array of chemical colours. He is thin as a razorblade, 5'9" and resembling a famished colt, long legs and long arms with sticky-out bones. The hair is down to his shoulders, and generally either carelessly left free or tied up by a leather thong on the top of his head.

Mainly, what is arresting about Khoi - other than looking like a walking skeleton with a penchant for makeup - is his clothing: leather anything, jewellry everything, clothes cut that hide his nipples, clothes cut that tragically don't hide his nipples, clothes that would probably be outlawed and have to be sold discreetly in shops in the Lost District. Khoi also has a distressing penchant for pink, for one thing. There is nothing more distressing than a Warrens Prince with a deep appreciation for pink. Looks like a black-and-pink wraith. He also henna-tattoos his hands.

Khoi's voice, surprisingly (coming out of a pink-and-black leather-netting body, perhaps one would expect a lisp and showtunes) is the deep, scratchy gravel-bass of the pack-a-day smoker.

Personality ::

Khoi is, perhaps, an example of one of those people whom Wynander has swallowed whole, and turned out a citizen of unmatched diamond hardness. Muunokhoi is a deeply horrible person with an ugly sense of humour, deeply disturbed, and cheerful about the entire thing: he is one of the least depressed people you will ever meet (or hopefully never meet), numbed to everything except at the most shallow stimulus level. He is unrufflable, lively, and completely amoral. Khoi seeks out new experiences desperately as he traipses from day-to-day, picking holes in what he finds even as he clings to it desperately. He has the air of a man who thinks that nothing more can hurt him.

As one of the (more unlikely) Princes of the Warrens, he is businesslike, merry, and sharp as a bone needle; unlikely because he talks talks talks like a slightly deranged old woman (both in volume and in content), restless and inelegant, whose manner tends to include rampant insult as much as it does admiring, say, your shoes. He is an eccentric with a heart of lightly stomped trash. He is also very up, close and personal, a wanderer who appears to not have the usual throng of bodyguards and cutthroats that the other Princes favour, turning up in the more unexpected places with joy in his heart and iron-hard catty meanness on his tongue.

He loves nobody, especially not himself.

Background Information ::

Born to a merchant family in Kensington before the corruption, Khoi was actually a rather normal young child who made the fatally stupid and self-centered decision of running away as an adolescent - right after the Awakening, and right into the chaos of the Rumwell Community, from which he never returned.

As it did many, Wynander City boiled Muunokhoi alive, and after five years he emerged again - out of Rumwell and into the Lost District, mystifyingly - as one of the deeply dangerous Warren Princes, one of the 'leaders' (or at least well-known crime bosses) in the endless tunnels and basements underneath the District. His rise to power as the Black Dog, the head of the Warrens drug cartel, is generally a total mystery, as he came out of nowhere and when asked would generally tell you that he descended directly from the heavens to bring delight and joy. His reign of power has been characterised by a great many people dumped in the harbour. He is not so pretentious as quite a number of the other Princes, but he has a reputation as long as a cat who is... very... long, I'm trying to think of a good comparison here.

It is probably telling to anybody in the medical business where Khoi came from with what he suffers: a wasting illness that causes him to quite often choke up delightful portions of his lungs, every so often send him into delirium, that is characterised by a number of ugly transmitted diseases from Wynander's drearier brothels.

Occupation ::

One of the Warren Princes, specifically the Black Dog. (All extraordinarily original and innovative Prince Names consist of colour + animal.) Khoi the Black Dog runs the drug cartel and owns the drug runners, distributing a number of illegal and probably fatal compounds for large wodges of cash. He has numerous hollow-eyed henchpeople who are probably some of the worst of the Warrens-livers, considering they will knife you for a. drug money or b. being a large, purple dinosaur vomiting bright red flowers.

Residence :: The Warrens, a series of interconnected basements, tunnels, and underground shop fronts maintained by a large faction of the Lost District's black market. Khoi has an unknown bolthole deep within the Warrens that is probably also filled with pink stuff and charming statuettes of kittens.

Name: Sir Grondax Ix'Thania
Gaia Name: Grondax

Age: 49
Occupation: Butler to the De’Vall family / Good Trafficker
Skills: Fencing, and general politics/business


Physical Description:

Eyes: Striking green eyes

Hair: Silver hair, which is cut short and parted back.

Height: 6 Feet 2 Inches Tall

Body Type: A thin lithe body with broad shoulders. While he may appear to be small in size every inch of his body is well toned.

Clothing: He wears a black and white butler’s outfit with several notable features. The first is a strange rose shaped lapel, the De’Vall family crest, which he wears on his right breast to signify his allegiance. He also always carries with him an cane with a rose at the end of the head. This cane is actually a concealed rapier. He wears a gold pocket watch, which hangs out of his right pocket.

Physical Attributes: While it could be said that Grondax is feeling his age he can still get around. He may not keep up with the young kids, but he is surprisingly agile given his age.


Residence:
He has a room in the basement of an old inn that was situated within the lost district. This room is behind a hidden wall that was previously used as a bomb shelter. This room contains his notes as well as his treasures (A small collection of ornate dolls); however, this room is private and hidden. His actual residence is within the De’Vall residence with the Marsalle Estates. While the room is decently elaborate it only contains a bed, a few sets of clothing, and a small wall of books.


Background:
Grondax was not always known as such. His name used to be Yiar of a house long forgotten. He was part of the leadership of the city before the fall. He had deep ties with foreign trade and his last shipment left in his possession after the fall was a set of ornate dolls. He treasures these dolls for what they symbolize to him. (A memento of a time now long past)

As his comrades were picked off one by one he managed to survive numerous assassination attempts before finally fleeing underground. He assumed the roll of a merchant now trapped within the city. At this time many of the families who would end up in the Marsalle Estates were looking for such talent, and he used this to become the butler of one such prominent family.

While he works for the De’Vall family they have little interaction beyond their symbiotic relationship. Grondax uses the De’Vall name to come and go as he pleases in the city, and in return he provides the De’Vall family with anything they could require from food to human slaves. Grondax sometimes finds such work distasteful; however, in his mind it is all in the best interest of the city.

He remembers fondly the times when he was younger and Wynander was a bastion of heritage and tradition. It was a city one could be proud of. He wishes for Wynander to return to those days and will do anything to achieve that wish. Over time; however, this dream became twisted. While he cares deeply for the city he thinks nothing of the cities current citizens. They are simply part of the plague that inhabits the city. As such he seeks the power to return the city to what it once was with no regard for the safety or welfare of those he should be trying to protect.

He has managed to set up a small trade and resource network. He has ties with a number of different organizations that he uses to build his influence within the city and learn more about the festering sickness known as Sekhet. The most notable are as follows:

The Pitch: An inn within the lost district run by a man named simply George. If that is his real name or simply an alias no one knows. The Pitch is a valuable source of information, and also has ties in the cities food distribution system.

Traugott Kohl: A blacksmith by trade, Grondax uses Traugott for his smithing needs. In addition to standard trade agreements, he has Traugott perform maintenance on his rapier.

Warehouse 37: This warehouse is home to an established group of mercenaries. Within the organization Grondax works with three henchman Hans, Brock, and Sam to obtain anything out of the ordinary. In return he is makes sure that the organization is always stocked with food and weapons as they require.

He uses all of these resources to attempt to bring about the opening of the city, though as of yet he has had little to no success.

Personality:
Grondax is a man who likes to speak his mind, which does not always bode well in the current environment of the city. He finds he has to restrain himself to get what he wants, which is hard for someone such as him who holds his opinions and ideals so highly.

He considers most people to be beneath him, and treats them as pieces in a game. He does, however, have fleeting respect for those who have managed to survived in the city while keeping some semblance of business as normal. He appreciates those few places he can feel the atmosphere of the old days.

While he is a rough person he has no problem with word craft and rhetoric. His sly politics have gotten him out of many sticky situations. He attempts to keep this political barrier up with people he is not familiar with, but sometimes slips into his actual personality.

He is also very obsessive compulsive, and keeps a ledger of his activities. Anyone who obtained it could see some truly dark dealings of the city.

He is most noted by his peers for his honor. Once he makes a deal he will never break it. it is said that Grondax’s word is stronger the most ironclad contract in Wynander.

Character Name :: Kaelwin / Kaley
Gaia Username :: Kaelwin

Age :: 22
Height :: 5'10 / 5'8
Weight :: 145lbs.

Skills ::
Assassination Arts - Poisons, Stealth, Tracking, Vital Points
Mercenary Arts - Swordsmanship, Brawling, Armor Maintenance

Physical Description :: Kaelwin is one of those rare people, a true androgynous person. It is used to his advantage, as he lives a double life. Because of this double life there are two separate descriptions. Common to both personas, is short brown hair, and dark brown eyes, with tanned skin, the kind one gets from being born darker than normal.

Kaley: Is typically found wearing hardened leather breastplate with hanging flaps on the front, back and sides shaped to fit some of the natural curves given to him to enhance the feminine appearance. Aside from the armor he wears grey cotton or wool, depending on the season, tunic and trousers. The leather plate is accompanied by similar gloves and boots. A longsword is at his side, with a dagger hidden beneath the back flap. Sometimes is carrying or wearing a leather helmet. 'She' stands approximately 5'8

Kaelwin: Dark clothing in either greys or blacks depending on if the job is at night or day. It is fairly form fitting with a leather breastplate shaped to make his appearance to be more masculine between his inner and outer shirts. Belts are used on his arms and legs to keep the cloth snug to his form, again wool or cotton is used depending upon weather. His outer shirt is a knee length hooded tunic and he uses a curved dagger for assassinations as well as a variety of poisons and needles depending on the need and situation. He stands approximately 5'10, inserts in the boots worn add 2 inches to his height. A wig is also used to give him red hair that is cropped short.

Personality :: Split, Kaley is a fairly average Mercenary, nothing to out of the norm so she tends to blend into the background. Kaelwin however would stand out by mere fact that he doesn't talk, or chooses not to talk. Even when being tortured not a sound is made.

Background Information :: He grew up in Wynander, an orphan who was picked up by the assassin's guild, when it was around and trained to be a killer. Kaelwin found that he actually enjoyed being a death dealer quite a bit. However following what the rest of the guild did, he held back on his urges to kill too often and do it in secret. He also took up a dual life, a mercenary publicly and an assassin privately. Those who truly wanted to kill someone, knew how to get an assassin, even after the guild ended, or a specific one however it will always be up to the assassin as to whether they think the job is worth their time or not.

There is far more than that to Kael & Kaley. Originally, Kael was the twin brother to his sister Kaley, when they were ten, she was picked up off the street by a not so noble benefactor. Kael never truly knew what happened to Kaley and soon after was picked up by the Assassin's Guild. Six years later on one of his assignments, he met this not so noble benefactor which was his target, and found Kaley. The state she was left in, in his slave pen was enough to snap Kael. He performed a mercy killing as she was on death's bed with sickness from being abused and under-fed. He then found the Benefactor, the owner of the estate. The man's death was quicker than what Kael wanted it to be.

It was then that his public persona of Kaley was born, he did it in memory, and because part of him refuses to let his dead twin go. Of course with the general lack of public record, and that Kaley was a slave girl at that point, no one cared if another Kaley that looked like a dead slave appeared into the scene as a mercenary.

Eventually though, Sekhet's 'security forces' raided and dismantled the Assassin's Guild, although as far as the forces are aware they killed everyone in the guild, not realizing that the information they had was only for the people present, those not there had no 'records' stored there. However while the other assassins would meet, discreetly in their public personas for a drink or such, they never worked as a guild again, for fear that Sekhet's forces would notice. Kael has been operating alone for four years since the raid.

He took up residence in one of the upper levels of the cathedral in the Boneyard for several reasons. First being privacy, the majority of people do not want to mess around long in the Boneyard, between the rotting corpses, the wild dogs and the general sense of death, it's enough to keep people away. Second being that the Cathedral has many excellent hiding places that the general public and security forces don't know about and wouldn't find except if they knew it or by dumb luck. Lastly, ease of escape, Kael knows that Cathedral inside and out, and if it comes under siege, he could easily slip out in the middle of the siege, unnoticed and be off into the mess of the Lost District within minutes, disappearing from the city to one of his other 'hiding spots' within the city's worse areas.

Occupation :: Publicly he is a mercenary, privately, he does assassination work.
Residence :: Lives/Resides within the Boneyard, most of his work is done within Lystar and Marsalle. However when he is not working he can easily be located within Lost or Kensington.