Rightio then, I'll throw a few folks down.
Name: Patrick O'Shea.
Age: 36.
Identifying features: Caucasian background, tanned, 1.9 meters in height, short cut brown hair, dull green eyes. Maxillary canine on the right hand side is found to be made of runed silver, purpose and usage unknown. Build slender but wiry, subject noted to have hitch while walking in left leg, possible old injury.
Profession: Self employed contractor.
Notable possessions: One set Australian military ID tags, runed, purpose and usage unknown. One beret, uniform standard for 2nd Commando Regiment, Australian Defence Force.
Bio: Formerly a staff sergeant in the 2nd Commando Regiment with tours of duty in East Timor, Afghanistan and Iraq, Patrick O'Shea had found it. . . difficult. . . to adjust to the slower pace of civilian life. When an old friend came to him with a business proposal for some security work in the Philippines with a number of rather odd requests, Patrick was just bored enough with his quiet restaurant job to agree, just this once. He swore it'd be the first and last time, that he just didn't have it in himself for that sort of work
Three years on, and he's taken jobs from Sydney to Stockholm, earning a solid reputation as a fixer at the same time. His last job even had him do a security training course in Hell for a corporate sector client. With a small but ever growing network of former employers and contacts, who knows where he will ply his trade next?
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Name: Lilya Bildeshka
Age: 20
Identifying features: Eurasian background, 1.7 meters in height, dark hair cut to the shoulder. Average build, dark eyes, scarring from assorted wounds and burns across upper left arm and chest.
Profession: Unspecified.
Arcane skill: Undocumented, estimated average to low skill level. Suspected possessed and/or vessel.
Notable possessions: Unusually large quantity of various sweets and lollies.
Bio: Up until a few years ago, this young woman from the southern borders of Russia's eastern reaches was virtually unknown, probably living an unassuming life somewhere out there. Then she stumbled out of the woods near a burning mining town, tearing apart the police patrol that found her and disappearing, no rhyme or reason to it that anyone could make out of that, other than to speculate at how someone as petite as her suddenly found the strength and will to put a ten meter gap between somebodies torso and lower body. Theories of some sort of possession are only lent credence by the few times Lilya has been caught on camera, catching an unnatural black conflagration that engulfs her, as well as the fact that she casts a rather unnervingly shaped shadow.
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Name: Mordechai Gorshkov.
Age: 56.
Identifying features: Eurasian background, stands an impressive 2.1 meters tall and is decidedly hirsute to boot. Greying hair and beard, along with a number of tattoo's both mystical and personal in nature, most notable a stylized coil of barbed wire around the neck and down along the right arm and hand that seems to shift and move at the corner of one's eye. Right hand missing the tips of two fingers.
Profession: Unspecified.
Arcane skill: Average. Is imbued with some innate talent, but is most reliant on prepared devices.
Notable possessions: Jewelers kit, black Morskaya Pekhota beret, large tome with prepared cantrips.
Bio: A Praporschick retired of the Morskaya Pekhota, the Russian naval infantry, Mordechai had looked forward to a long, happy life of bouncing his grandchildren on his knee, keeping to his own little slice of heaven on earth as old age set in. That was very rudely shattered as his adopted granddaughter, Lilya, came bursting into his house, raving on and on about things he couldn't understand. Now he's her constant companion, following along faithfully as he tries to understand just what exactly has gotten into her, perhaps literally, and just what he can do to help her.
Not that it may end up being the exact sort of help that she is after, though. He'll do what's best for his little pushka, whether she want's him to or not.