EDIT (3 August 2008) - While the Division profiles will remain, this thread is being expanded to include bio's and the like for characters not only in SPI and the Division, but otherwise affiliated with House DeMuer, including NPC's.
-Alain's player

A resume? Well, here's one of sort.

The Facts
Name: Cassandra de Vernon
Age: Twenty-one. Until December 20th anyway.
Sex: Yes please. I'm a female.
Marital Status: Not married. But not single either. Hands off!
Height: 5'10" for all you who don't know the bloody metric system
Weight: 165 pounds. Not the British kind of pounds.
Eye color: Blue-grey
Hair color: Lavender
Any Visible scars, tattoos or piercings: Ears pierced
Creature class(Human, Elf, Demon, etcetc): Half human. And half something else. Who knows?
Magical abilities: Some. Hell if I know what to call them though. And hell if I know what to do with them. Does sex appeal count? I'm quite flexible. But that's not really magical now that I think about it..
Weaponry: I've been playing with knives since I was a small child. I'm quite good with them. I've been using blasters and guns for about a year and a half now. And I'm handy with a toilet plunger if I'm in a pinch. I also make a great Molotov Cocktail.
Martial Arts: I'm not trained in one in particular, yet. I've just picked up bits and pieces. You want to ask about schoolyard fights, I've got all the experience there.
Have you killed before: Yes.
Favorite beverage(C'mon, be honest, you know it's alcoholic): Peppermint tea. And I like a bit of tequila now and then.
Regular Exercise Routine: Yes. I generally run at least five days a week and hit the gym to do some weight lifting. Often run on the other two days as well. Even in this bloody freezing weather.
Military Experience: None
If so, list what division and job: N/A

Job History
Sometimes the dates get a bit blurry, but this is what I remember.
Before mid-2006 I spent a lot of my time in England, learning how to fist fight. I left England in.. 2004 I believe.. And made my way to Rhy'Din, where I found some friendly folks who taught me a few more tricks.
I spent most of the second half of 2006 floating in between jobs. I did some minor security on shipments and such and two or three body guarding gigs.
Early January 2007- A recovery operation, I provided the back up
Late January 2007- Opened SPI with Alain D'Mourir, we're partners.
Sometime in between- Nabbed a cat burglar causing trouble for some small stores, caught some dirty cheatin' spouses, also grabbed a peeping tom.
July 2007- The West End murder cases. Still unsolved. The casualties have been high..
November 2007-SPI expansion, the opening of the SPISD offices
December 2007- Investigating the mysterious explosion in the West End

Why am I doing this again? A resume? I thought that was the sort of thing you put on paper. You know, to make it official.

You're just gonna sit there and listen? They never do anything straight around here...

Yeah, ok ok...

Frank Paszinski- P-A-S-Z-, you don't need me to spell it? Fine fine...
38 years old, April 8 1966. Do those dates even mean anything here?
Sex? Look, man, I don't- Oh, uh, Male.
Definitely not married, makes the job easier, you know? Deployment eleven out of twelve months a year isn't good for a long-term love-life. Wasn't good... Short-term however... heh heh. Ahem, anyways.
5'10", 215 pounds; shall I flex for you? Not an ounce of fat on this body. One thing I can be proud of at least- allow me my vanity.
My eyes are gray, like my hair. Or green, I think. Er- No, not like my hair. Hair is definitely gray. Can we change the subject?

This shoulder here, I've dedicated to the Marines; semper fi and all that. Those guys are like family after a while. Family you lose so fast...
On the other side, God shares a shoulder with the family. No family, so God's got it all to himself right now, the lucky bastard. And on the back, hold on, let me get my... shirt... off here. Wings. I suppose I've not been much of an angel. Unless you count the angel of death. Life has a funny way...

'Creature Class'? What the hell does that mean? I'm, uhh... White? Caucasian? American? Broader; what do you mean 'broader'? What, human? Yes, Human. Seriously? How is that a real question? Don't answer that.

The Marines teach you alot. I've always got my fists. Had ta' carve a couple people apart in my day; never get in a knife fight- bloody as sin. I can handle anything with a trigger, even had a couple postings as a sniper. Looked a man in the eye from a mile off and put one through him. Poor bastard. Guns are bloody as sin, too. Grenades, C4, oh, Napalm. That's the good stuff. See, explosives are good: you never have to see the blood. Not much less sin-ish, I suppose. Color me red and call me sin, I guess.

Jackie Chan ain't got shit on me.

Killed? What, like in a particular way? I'm not an assassin or something, man. Oh, what? Just, like another human? Well, yeah. I mean, I wouldn't be a very good soldier otherwise.

Vodka. Ruskies did something right, lucky for us, it wasn't designing a government.

Exercise? I'm a Marine. Do you -see- these guns?

Master Gunnery Sergeant Frank Paszinski. Well, Ex-Sergeant anyways. Long ago days, man.

Been a soldier since before I was legal. Funny, that, you know? They let you kill people and make babies on the same day. I was young and stupid, then. As it turns out, I'm also a damn sight better at being a fighter than a lover. Lets see, that must've been back in... '82? Hell, I must be getting old...

The rest? The rest is history.

What's important is now. Like: 'Now, where the hell am I that they go and put freaking 'Creature Class' on a damn resume!?'

Well, well. Here's my little zapiska, then.

Name: Anastas Nikolaevich Iskandorj
Age: 43, birthday March 5th
Sex: Male
Marital Status: Involved monogamously; not married
Height: 5'9, or 1.76 m
Weight: 166 pounds, or 76 kg
Eye color: Brown (natural eye, false eye is entirely black)
Hair color: Black
Visible scars, tattoos, piercings: Regimental tattoo on right upper-arm. As per army regulations, identification numbers tattooed under left armpit. Extremely numerous small scars all over body, including one long one over his lower back due to a replaced kidney. DCA (Direct Computer Access) plugs on rear neck; nonfunctional.
Creature Class: Human being working to build a class-free society
Magical abilities: I honestly don't know. Some kind of celestial being seems to be looking out for me.
Weaponry: I'm not a master of any one kind of weapon - I don't have sniper quals, for instance - but I can clean, maintain, and pass basic & advanced quals on pretty much any firearm wrought by the hands of man.
Martials Arts: Sambo - the art of the rapid takedown. I can get a man on the ground and stomp his head in less than two-and-a-half seconds. I'm also good enough with a knife to fight with the blade down.
Favorite beverage: Tea. My friend turned me on to Niligri tea, but I like any kind of black tea. I can go through the whole Russian tea-making exercise, with a samovar and everything.
Regular exercise routine: Every morning, 100 total sit-ups (of different kinds), 25 push-ups, 20 squats, 15 pull-ups, and as many bench curls as I have time for with a low weight (all I have is six pounds). I run when I can, and my rounds at the marketplace give me at least 90 minutes of sustained walking.
Military Experience: 20 years in the Worker's and Peasant's Red Army, 31st Motorized Rifles Buryatia, where I reached the rank of Starshy Praporshchik - senior sergeant to you Ameriki.

Personal History:
2044 - Born, March 3.
2059 - Conscripted into 31st Motorized Rifles, assigned to peacekeeping actions in Tehran.
2064 - Assigned Gujarat, India, to participate in the Pakistan Campaign
2065 - fought in the Battle of Lahore
2067 - transferred to Vladivostok, Primorksy Krai, to participate in the Manchurian campaign
2071 - Transferred with division to Tashkent, Uzbek SSR
2073 - Transferred with division to Alma-ata, Kazakh SSR
2075 - Transferred with division to Ulan-Ude, Buryat ASSR
2076 - Transferred with division to Novosibirsk, Novosibirk Oblast
2078 - Transferred to Martian SSR
2079 - Honorable Discharge due to national surrender. Began assorted mercenary activity.
2087 - Died November 8. Was reborn in Rhydin.

Decorations:
Distinguished Service Medal, 2nd Class - 2063
Order of the Red Star - 2065
Order for Service to the Homeland in the Armed Forces, 3rd Class - 2066
Distinguished Service Medal, 1st Class - 2068
For 10 Years Military Service - 2069
Order for service to the Homeland in the Armed Forces, 2nd Class - 2070
For Combat Merits - 2072
Order for service to the homeland in the Armed Forces, 1st Class - 2075
For Valor - 2078

You need me to do a resume? Merde... I hate those things. I mean... can you please hold on a moment I have someone on the phone right now. I'll just put them on hold... it's not an important call, besides I'm trying to put some things together for Monsieur Alain... he's not the most orgonized of people with paper work.... You have five minutes.

My name... Adrianna D'Aubigne. If you ever call me by my full first name I swear...
I'm twenty years old born on November 25th 1987. Not like anyone is going to celebrate my birthday though.
I'm female obviously. Stupide...
I'm engaged as of right now.... Will I have to re-do this when I get married?!
My looks...well I'm obviously 5'6" and... my weight? 126 lbs last time I checked. I'm toned... do I really have to continue this?
My hair is dark brown as are my eyes... next question please?!

Scars, tattoos and piercings... well I have one faint scar on my neck. The other scars are in places you are not going to ever see... No not there!! My chest!! Perverti. As for piercings both of my ears are pierced as well as my belly button.

I'm a witch. End of that story moving on... your five minutes are almost up!

I was not in the military... Goddess I'm the secretary here! Why does this matter?

No I'm not getting an attitude with you... I just have a lot of work to do... Which reminds me I didn't get Alain's coffee yet... oops.

Wepons... I'll use a gun if I have too. Once again I'm the secretary. worst I could do sitting here is use a hole puncher on your chest...

Anyways. I know how to kickbox and just plain out street fight if that means anything to you.

No I have not killed anyone.

My favorite drink? Blueberry schnapps and Cola... or Wine.

My exercise routine consists of my running every morning and doing some push ups and what not.

As for my job history I was a waitress at one point, and I have done odd jobs for people such as teaching french and painting rooms and such.

We're done? Ok now I have a lot of work to do... Which includes getting some coffee for Alain... Argh I left that poor person on hold! Merde...!!!!

I'm Trinala! No... there's nothing more to that. It's just Trinala.
Oh! You can also call me Trin, Little Devil, Princess Warrior of the Silver Sword and The Bell Slayer Extraordinaire.
I don't know how old I am. Yes it's possible! Ask Aerinth!
I'm not that small! You can't miss these! I am a female!!
*snorts* No, I'm not married. Thank you.
I am three and one-sixteenth inches tall.
How much to I weigh? How am I supposed to know that? Obviously not a lot!
My eyes are silver-green.
Hair is crimson-red. Yes it's natural.
No scars or tattoos or piercings.
I'm a pixie. Not a fairy!!
Magical abilities? Um... Aerinth has most of those. She paid attention in lessons. I can mimic voices? Magic-a-fy myself in and out of places. I can drink my body weight in liquor too!! Minya says that must be a magical talent. She's not supposed to see me drink though... so don't tell Aerinth! Kay?
Weapons? Oh! Yes! I have one! I have this sword and um.. The Fibber made it for me. What? The Fibber? No, that's not his real name. I don't know his actual name. Cause I didn't ask! He tells tales and he's a fibber and he made me this neat magical sword!!
Martial Arts? What's that? I can fight, yeah. Punch you in the nose. It'll hurt.
No, I haven't ever killed anyone. Though I have a killer body. *giggles*
Favorite beverage? What does that have to do with working for Detective Alain? Oh, really? Payment? Nifty! Also... don't tell Aerinth. I like brandy and scotch and vodka and whiskey and rum an... that's enough? Um, okay.
Exercise Routine... hrmm, I fly a lot?
No military experience.

Job History.... ahh.. this is it? *grin*

Name: Aaron Shuler
Age: Old enough
Sex: Not recently...Oh Male
Marital Status: Unmarried, in a relationship
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 240, and not one pound of it fat
Eye color: Blue
Hair color: Brown
Any Visible scars, tattoos or piercings: Take a look at me without the shirt on sometime.
Creature class(Human, Elf, Demon, etcetc): human
Magical abilities: none
Weaponry: You name I can shot it. Highly trained in knife fighting and stick fighting as well.
Martial Arts: Krav, and jujitsu, boxing, Aikido
Have you killed before: Many many times
Favorite beverage(C'mon, be honest, you know it's alcoholic): Whiskey
Regular Exercise Routine: Combat simulation wherever I can find a place without people.
Military Experience: USMC
If so, list what division and job: I really can't go into detail on that.

Job History
I really can't go into detail on anything specific here. I may not be in my country but I may want to go back eventually.

For someone like Alain and the rest of the SPI resources, it wouldn't be hard to dig up some basic facts on Mish'Cael. He wasn't exactly giving them up freely, but he knew some SPI members better than others, and he didn't keep things hidden unless he especially wanted to.

It wouldn't be out of reach for someone to carefully, slowly compile the following information:

Name: Mish'Cael Na'Ar-Syntanzk
Age: Unknown. Appearance puts at mid-forties
Sex: Male
Marital Status: Married (Morgan Na'Ar-Syntanzk n?e O'Corr, 29), twin sons (Caul Na'Ar-Syntanzk, 1; Conor Na'Ar-Syntanzk, 1).
Height: 6'9"
Weight: Approx. 200lbs
Eye color: Black. No iris. Left eye Gold occasionally.
Hair color: Black
Any Visible scars, tattoos or piercings: Plenty. Major scars include one crossing over left eye, several long stab wounds over heart. Tattoos include various symbols on both forearms, script in unknown language above both collarbones.
Additional notes: Skin is greyish-blue. Stumps of wings protruding from both shoulder blades (approx. 4-6inches), heavily scarred and burnt bone.

Creature class(Human, Elf, Demon, etcetc): Assumed Fallen Angel
Magical abilities: Seems awfully, awfully hard to actually kill. Preternaturally gifted with firearms.
Weaponry: More often than not found with at least one Colt .45, usually two. Has cache of firearms in undisclosed location (possibly more than one), including but not limited to an excess of sniper rifles of different makes and models, M2 Browning .50cal (unsettlingly used as personal rifle), various handguns.
Martial Arts: No known hand-to-hand combat training. Assumed dangerous.
Have you killed before: 500+ known and/or suspected murders.
Favorite beverage(C'mon, be honest, you know it's alcoholic): Subject known to regularly drink rye whiskey.
Regular Exercise Routine: No known routine. Subject routinely consumes one to two packs of cigarettes daily.
Military Experience: No known experience.
If so, list what division and job: N/A

Fast as Fast can be, you'll never catch me... Heh...

Name: Ito Michiko (Yeah, that's the Proper way to say my name...)
Age: Legal...
Sex: All Female.
Marital Status: One day at a time
Height: 5' 4" - Who you calling shorty, too-tall?
Weight: 125 lbs and not an ouch of fat on me..
Eye color: Citrine
Hair color: Black-streaked Red
Any Visible scars, tattoos or piercings: Ears only
Creature class: Human, though there are rumors that someone on mom's side slept with a Sidhe
Magical abilities: A little bit of Glamour from that mysterious Sidhe on mom's side.
Weaponry: Guns, Archery, Fists and feet.
Martial Arts: Ju-Jitsu, Tai-chi
Have you killed before: (vqw) If you count the DUI where I supplied the booze...
Favorite beverage(C'mon, be honest, you know it's alcoholic): 12 yr old Glenlivet... Scotch you philistine!
Regular Exercise Routine: Yes, I go through a routine of Tai-chi and working out...
Military Experience: Nope... Daddy can't stand me now, do you really think going into the military would have endeared me to him...

Michiko is not the typical rich girl. Yeah, she acts like it, but it is indeed an act. She is hiding a few secrets and can be an asset or an annoyance, depending on how she is received.

Right, right, I know what you want. Just give me a moment.

My full name is Fionnula Branwen Calriss, but I go by Fia. It's easier. On you because you don't have to try and get the pronunciation right, and on me because I don't get annoyed. ::Fia smiles, here::

Sex? I'm female. Should be obvious...

I'm not married. Currently I have no plans to be, either. Let's try to get a boyfriend first, as big a joke as that has turned out to be lately, right?

I'm an elf. Homo sapiens nobilis. I'll be nineteen in September. Almost six feet tall, green eyes, dark hair. Black or brown, though usually there are tones of both. I don't dye it. I wear glasses, I don't care for contacts, and each ear is pierced four times. Three down in the lobe, and cartilage piercings high up near the point. No tattoos, no visible scarring.

I am a hermetic mage, which means I do mostly elemental magic. I can do some summoning of elementals and some free spirits, but they don't come cheaply. Nothing's free, as they say. I also never felt the need to throw it around.

I can use guns, knives, swords, shuriken. I'm not too shabby in hand to hand, either. But I don't know any martial arts moves, never learned anything formally.

...I don't drink. Seriously. Stop laughing, my brother was strict about that. I like cherry cola though.

I never was in any military. Didn't grow up in a corp to be part of CorpSec, didn't join one, and I didn't grow up in the States to be a part of either military.

Haven't killed before knowingly, no. Can I? If I have to.

Regular exercise routine? Not really, no. I keep in shape, but it's more something to do in between doing something else.

Job history? I worked for the Infinity City PD as a freelancer. Before that I didn't really have a set job history--running the shadows is like that. Since then I worked for the University of Central Rhydin as a librarian--you can stop laughing now, thank you! The interview's over!

?Oh you? Yeah, DeMuer told me you?d probably be stoppin? by. Whatcha got for me?

?Alright, lets see here?

?My name is Wolvinator, Wolvie to my friends, and yeah? I?m notta big fan of people callin? me Wolv. If ya call me Wolf or Wolfie yer a friggen? idiot and I?m not gonna respond to ya.

?A handle? Like an alias? You can call it that, although it?s technically my government name. Good luck gettin? my birth name outta me cuz that aint happenin? bub. I?m five-ten and I?m around three hundred and fifteen pounds. Yeah, trust me pal, I know I don?t look it. I?m fifty-seven years old, and yeah I know I don?t look it either.

?I?m from New York, can?tcha tell by the accent? Heh? guess not buddy.

?Sex? Look, if yer askin? me that and expect an other-than-obvious answer yer gonna be sadly disappointed.

?Eyes: blue. Hair: brown. Nationality: American. Creature Class? Couldn?t ya get a more generic soundin? category like species or somthin?? Jeesh. Anyway? that?s where things get tricky. I?m technically human, but I?ve also been classified as homo-sapien superior.

?I was married once, and I don?t really care to elaborate much further on that subject. I?ve got two kids, a boy and a girl, and they?re both adults now. Right now, I?m engaged to be married to Alystrianna D?Vaustaival. Yeah, I know you?ve seen ?er, she was this years May Queen. She?s definitely a sight fer sore eyes.

?Nope. I don?t have any distinguishing marks, tattoos or any of that; one of the benefits, and problems, with a regenerative healing factor. My body rejects any ink that?d try and set into the skin and any cuts or wounds heal up good enough that they don?t leave any traces I was ever injured. Lemme tell ya, I?ve been in some pretty bad shape before and you?d never know it. It?s also what helps me keep my boyish looks.

?Magical Abilities? All of that crap is smoke and mirrors. There?s nothin? magical about magic. Everything, and I mean everything, has a scientific reason why it happens. Believe me on that. What I do have is what some call mutant abilities. Regenerative healing factor; metahuman speed, strength, endurance, reflexes, agility and intelligence; enhanced senses, partial immunity to heat, retarded aging, a foreign chemical immunity, and a precognitive danger sense. I?ve also been classified as having some form of kinetic energy transference, and a molecular density manipulation has been known to manifest from time to time.

?Like how I riddled those off eh? Well?yer not the first person to document me, or my abilities, not that I?m braggin?.

?As far as weaponry goes I usually carry a few things on me at all times. Stealth Camouflage SNEAK suit, type II hand phaser, and usually one or two Desert eagles, just in case phased energy weapons are out of question; and when all else fails, I got two sets of three eighteen inch adamantium claws housed in my hands and arms, and lemme tell ya somethin? bub, they can slice through just about anything like a hot knife through butter.

?I?ve been heavily trained in most forms of martial arts including Jeet-kune-do, Anasatsuken, Shotokan and of course CQC. I?ve killed people before, not that I?m proud of it, but I?ve dispatched more scumbags than some battalions can do in a lifetime.

?Alcohol doesn?t have much of an effect on me, unless I?m drinkin? Romulan Ale, and that?s my preferred drink.

?I exercise regularly every day, unless of course I?m busy workin? on somethin?, or I?m deployed on a mission. It usually involves running, advanced calisthenics, combat training and weight lifting.

?Military experience? I sorta have dual membership in two organizations. I?m a Rear Admiral Lower half; spare me the jokes all right, in Starfleet. I?m also a Special operations manager in S.E.F.F. I went the officer route, and did my time in Starfleet Academy in San Francisco, when I was a quite bit younger than Alain is now. I think that pretty much sums up my job experience, ?cept fer the fact that I?m also a member of the X-Men, squad leader in fact. It?s somethin? I do from time to time, and definitely more frequent when I?m back home.

?Wanna know how I know Alain? We didn?t exactly get off on the right foot a few years back. I had some clowns runnin? around this joint tryin? every possible method they could to blackmail, blackball, and end my very existence. See, they didn?t like havin? some new sheriff come into town and clean up sh*t, so they wanted to take me out. Problem was? I?m not easy pickin?s. I tried my best to get after the current Governor at the time, Kitty Helston, to lend some assistance with these dirtbags, but she was more busy drinkin? and scratchin? ?er nails then she was to helpin? out the common folk.

?When I ran into Alain, well he wasn?t all too helpin? either, and I don?t think he appreciated the way I was badmouthin? Helston. Needless to say, he stuck some of his people on me to see what I was up to, and one by one I found ?em out. I think he admired it more than he was ticked off about it. Never mind the fact that we always seemed to have some smart ass remark for one another anytime either of us were in earshot.

?Well, last year sometime, I saw he was in some trouble with some sort of assassination attempt in the Red Dragon, and I decided to intervene. Well, lemme rephrase that, he asked me for my help with this dude named Mister Howe. I guess, somehow, I gained his trust enough to give ?em a hand that night and we both acquired a mutual respect for one another.

?Since then, we?ve been handlin? some interstellar coffee trading with the Federation, and detective like work around the planet. We?ve definitely helped one another out on more than one occasion and to be quite honest, I can say that I trust the Detective quite a valuable partner and ally. It gives me a warm and fuzzy feelin? at night to know I got ?em watchin? my back, and I got an inkling that the feelin? is mutual.?

Wait, application? How'd I nae hear about this?!

Name: Montgomery Edward Scott - Scotty, mostly.
Age: 18
Sex: Male
Marital Status: Engaged
Height: 5'7.5"
Weight: Nae sure.
Eye color: Brown
Hair color: Black
Nationality: Scottish (NE)
Visible scars, tattoos, piercings: None.
Creature Class: ...fit? Uhm... human? I guess.
Weaponry: Decent with a hand phaser. Above average with a phaser rifle.
Favorite beverage: Coffee or tea.
Regular exercise routine: ... Harold Lee. ::blushes::
Military Experience: Completed Starfleet Basic Trainin', 2240; accepted into Starfleet Command School, but didna attend, bein' yanked out o' my native universe afore I could.

History:
Born on March 3rd, 2222.

Tested Perera's Field Theory, disprovin' it with the Aberdeen Solution in 2236

Joined Starfleet as a recruit in 2240.

Completed Basic Trainin' in 2240.

Yanked out o' my native universe an' landed in 2258, in an alternate universe. Worked as a tech third class an' on galley prep aboard a starship.

Then ended up in some never-never-land that has no real time.

Appeared in Rhy'Din, late October o' 2009, local time.

Due to be married on April 28th, 2010, in Rhy'Din.

"For the record? Oh... Okay. I'll answer the best I can..."

"... M-My name is, or was, Chasity Colragen... I'm told, that's my name ? and my nickname was Chat, or Chas to some people... It's a cute name. I like it."

"But you can call me, Innocent, hun."

"Hehe...Deffinately a girl..."

"Oh baby, didn't the curvy lines of this fine example of the female gender give it away?"

"I'm about, twenty-two years old now, if I look at myself in the mirror and kinda guess... It's hard to remember, really, but..."

"I was reborn recently. So perhaps to be more accurate my true age within this new life, is four months. Still such a virgin to life, in more ways than one."

"5'1ft... I think. Mighta grown a bit more? Not really sure ? I should measure myself again."

"5'6 with the boots."

"... I've had boy friends I think. Wh-who? Oh ? uh ? um ? well, someone told me... He, was someone dear to me..."

"In short? Single, but sexually active. What? Girl has got to have fun. Who needs to be stapled down to one man ? or, heh, woman..."

"Oh I don't know about weight... I'm, kinda light though? Does that... Uh... Maybe it doesn't help..."

"My eye colour, is... Brown. Or was."

"It's black now. All, the deepest, darkest black. Look long enough? You might just see the red rings of my desire."

"Oh, I like to change my hair colour a lot. But it's layered! And about as long as my waist... I like to experiment with hair colours ? it's so much fun."

"I, don't have much scars... Just, the ones in my head, I suppose..."

"Creature... Class... I-I don't want to, talk about that..."

"I am a Sister. Does that reply satisfy you?"

"I don't have any magical abilities... I don't, I promise, I just, am not sure what to call it... Natural? Unnatural... Impossible abilities..."

"The type to chill you down to your very core. Look into my eyes, dear, do you see my desire just reaching out, and gripping icy fingers around your heart? Now do you feel my fingers, ripping you limb from limb? My teeth sinking into your flesh ? consuming you whole; oh, don't stare too long, dear ? are you okay? Here, let me hold you, and soothe that Music that beats so loudly against your ear..."

"Um... I don't, really agree with violence so I don't carry a weapon-"

"One hell of a spiky, metal-fashioned guitar. What? It's my axe. It's not just made for making music, babe, it's made to bash in those that really get on my nerves."

"Oh... Martial arts? I love Kung-fu ? uhm, movies, but, no, can't really do it. I tried it once, but it was only for my, uhm, work..."

"Sometimes my clients like a good kicking. But tooth and nail seems to work best. Perhaps just a simple punch, in a sensitive spot... Oh my, I'm drooling just thinking about it."

"N-No! N-No I would never-k-kk-kill!"

"... Don't we all, to survive? What's the difference between an animal and a human creature? An Elven? A Dwarf? I tell you what's different... The flavour of the meat, and that's it."

"... I like whiskey. And mango juice... Oh and cola ? anything sweet really!"

"Bring that neck closer and you'll find out, hun."

"I like to dance. Dancing is so much fun ? and playing guitar. It's enough to keep me slim, I suppose."

"... Heh, bedroom activities count, don't they?"

"My jobs... Oh well, I've worked as a Sound Engineer, a roadie, a... Well... I've worked the streets, but that was when I needed the money badly... I really am not proud of it, but it's something that got me out of a bad phase in my life... I think. I can only remember some things now about that."

"Right now however, I co-own the Cordial Sin Strip Club at the West End. It's a small venue but has enough of its clients to keep it running. Someone needs a place to go and indulge in their lusts. Just like me."

"My future... Hopes, is... I'm sorry, I don't mean to cry... It's something I can't talk about."

"Because the Music is my life. It is through the Music that I live for. You will see, one day... It isn't as bad as dying. Much."

What? An interv-- yeah, sure. Just make it quick. I'm heading out -- already got put to work.

Name's Ben Sullivan -- Benjamin, but nobody calls me that. I'm forty-eight, born in Vancouver, British Columbia. I've lived there all my life. Until now, I guess.

I'm about five foot eleven, one-eighty. Blue eyes, blond hair. I'm a little bit vain about it, sure.

I'm in the middle of a divorce -- I guess. I was when I left. And the proceedings had been complicated the whole time. No, I don't really want to get into it. I have one son, Adam. He's just turned twelve. No other family.

I've got one tattoo -- a Champion sparkplug logo on my right upper arm. Really, it's an homage to Stuart Davis, not to the car part. It's fine if you don't know who that is. No real scars that matter -- dumb everyday ones I don't keep track of.

I'm human. And I'm still getting used to the fact that there's a lot out there that isn't. No magic or anything like that.

I'm a good shot -- excellent shot. Maybe so good it's magic? Yeah, I know -- that was bad. But anyway, I'm an excellent marksman. And that's me being modest. I used to spend time helping the rookies improve their accuracy when I was working in Vancouver. I carried a Sig Sauer P226 at home. My best friend, a lot of the time.

I can hold my own in a fistfight. I was a boxer -- not anything serious -- when I was younger. I still like to work the heavy bag sometimes. Work off some aggression. Weights sometimes -- sometimes I run, but I'm not so into it that I'm running marathons or anything. Forget that. Just enough so I can keep up in a footchase.

I've killed before. I was cleared. It happens -- it's fine. I'm fine. I don't struggle with it.

I like whiskey. A good vodka martini. Beer is fine too. Truth be told, though, I don't really drink much anymore. I don't like waking up someplace and not knowing how I got there.

I joined the military right out of high school. Canadian Forces, Army. Stayed in for five years until I joined the Vancouver PD. I've worked my way up over the years. Spent some time in Gangs, some in Vice -- I'm a Senior Detective in Homicide now.

Or, I was. Until I came here.

Can I go now? I've got people to track down.