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Macaire is very physically intimidating, standing a good head and shoulders above most men, with broad shoulders, large feet, and wide, calloused hands. There is nothing pretty or decorative about his powerful build, which is obviously due to a life of hard work. Though a slight softness in his face and thick, fluffy brown hair ought to gentle his appearance, he is also heavily scarred in a way that seems to speak of a life of constant violence. He wears dark, sturdy clothing, kept up only insofar as it is required of him; depending on the state of his purse the quality can vary. His shirt and breeks may have patches, tears, or old stains, but he does keep up and scrupulously care for his weapons and the light pieces of armor that he often wears during the course of his duties.

Freckles are scattered indifferently across his body, and are in fact a further mark against him -- they mark him, along with the occasional glimpse of red in his dark hair, as being from the Wardwood equivalent of Ireland. Peasants there are protesting, often violently, against vast religious and economic disparities. Some factions are trying to coax other countries to help them attack Sunderland itself, though these attempts have not yet been successful and it is unlikely that they will ever be.

Nonetheless, the uneasy state of his home country and the knowledge that it is the center of violent protests with an especial enmity towards Sunderland can contribute to Macaire's intimidating aura.

COLORS: dark green, dark brown, black
eyes: greenish brown?
skin: pale, freckled and scarred
hair: glimpses of red in dark brown (auburn?)


Harmon is in his late thirties, tall, broad-shouldered, and fit. Although his clothing is always very simple, it is always clean, in good shape, and in excellent taste, making him at times look more like a butler or manservant than a whorehouse bouncer. However, he remains intimidating to most: his skin is several shades darker than even the darkest tan common in Sunderland, making him seem exotic and unpredictable. Even his hair looks strange; though long and straight, it is thicker and coarser than the hair of most natives, and generally worn long, scrupulously kept clean and neatly braided.

COLORS: rich browns, reds, gold
eyes: hazel; brown/gold
skin: dusky, reddish
hair: black and coarse


Slender towards the taller side of average, Marie has an olive complexion and light brown hair. Though her hair is very much plain and straight, as is known to run in her family, she wears it in complex, intricate styles done either by herself or her mother. With careful choices of hair ornaments and light touches of make-up, she also works hard to accent her dark green eyes, as she considers them to be one of her best features. In truth she is not an unattractive young lady, but neither is she an exceptionally beautiful one -- but she is always well put-together, with in-style dresses worn in excellent taste. Her bright personality also lends itself to her appearance, her smiles making her that much more attractive.

COLORS: forest green, pink, chocolate brown
eyes: dark green
skin: olive
hair: mousy brown


At a little over six feet, surprisingly enough the first thing people tend to notice about Ivon isn't his height -- it's the air of menace he carries with him everywhere he goes, a look that says he is evaluating observers based on their relatively likelihood to provide him with a good fight before he takes them down. He is physically intimidating, with broad shoulders and a musculature that is decidedly not just for show, but it is his attitude that accounts for most unnease in those who are introduced to him. His coloration is often considered a safer subject of conversation, as it is somewhat unusual: his hair has gone completely white early in life, his eyes are a black nearly indistinguishable from his pupils, and his skin is very pale. His wardrobe tends towards very plain, utilitarian garments selected more for their sturdiness than visual appeal. He dresses very warmly year-round, often in multiple layers.

COLORS: black, white, silver
eyes: black
skin: pale and scarred
hair: grey to white


The Friedrichs -- generally referred to as just that -- are not just brothers, but identical twins. They share a sameness that many find eerie and that the twins themselves work deliberately to encourage. Both are long and gangly, stretched-out versions of normal young men. Both have what they cheerfully refer to as "mud-splattered" brown hair, with varying shades of light and dark brown. More than just lean, they both look underfed. Neither is ever still, and they both often fidget with restless energy. They seem to move and occasionally speak in concert, a trick they practice as a means of unnerving others. They take care to dress identically at all times, generally wearing clothing of very good make, outfits that would suggest they are the sons of a wealthy merchant. They are not stunning, but they are not unattractive either, and when looking for companionship are very likely to use their shared appearance to their advantage.

First Friedrich is slightly taller, with more freckles across the bridge of his nose. Last Friedrich is slightly shorter, with slightly darker hair.

Recently the Freds were unlucky enough to get into a violent tangle with some thugs -- now they sport matching scars on their foreheads, starting at the middle of their heads and slanted down towards one eyebrow.

COLORS: who knows.
eyes: brown
skin: tannish
hair: varying shades of brown

Reserving!

Macaire:

Harmon:

Marie:

Ivon:

Freds: