Steel, a tall and lean built man; athletic. With short unkempt grey hair which surprisingly hadn't made him look any older than he already was, nested his head. A pair of lazy emerald eyes on a stubborn looking face. He'd a scar under his chin, shown clear within the three day old beard he'd gain. His skin, lightly tanned for he seldom spend his time in the sun. Usually out at night in his long leather coat and tinted glasses. Wearing rugged jeans and combat boots.
A man of few words. Keen in observation but seldom showed interest in anything. He liked things as it was but may take some time in adapting to changes. He'd the a habit of talking to himself when there's nobody around.
He named himself Steel after he'd left the orphanage. His true identity was kept to himself with reasons unknown. Having numerous run ins with the law, Steel became well known among the authorities. His records dated back from when he was in his early teens. Each homicide case within the region of his stay were linked to him but held no solid evidence to have his neck roped. Resulting in having the pests of the government, knocking on his door everytime a murder happened. Most of the time it happened, his alibi -Father William- saved him from the rigmarole of interrogations. The priest found the boy and discovered his gifts years ago before he started to take Steel under the church's care. Teaching him and trained him to serve the church. In a way much different than any would have expected.
Birdie
Birdie looks small and frail, with slender graceful limbs and a petite frame. Her hair is a curly glossy brown that is kept in a close cropped cut that emphasizes her well shaped skull and graceful arching neck. She has enormous dark brown eyes framed by impossibly thick lashes. Her nose is a graceful and dainty arch over small but well formed lips. Her chin is just a touch stubborn and that is where her innocent face betrays her, all else looks of sweetness and innocence but for the chin. She keeps herself garbed in layers of clothing trying to bulk up her frail appearance, it generally doesn’t work. She isn’t as frail as she seems, with a wiry strength and an inner stubbornness that keeps her going long after she should have quit.
Raised from the age of four by an elderly, shut in aunt on Government assistance Birdie pretty much had the run of things. As long as Aunt Gretchen didn’t get disturbed by the school or social workers more often than absolutely necessary Birdie could do as she liked. So she spent her younger years all but neglected, dirty and the target for bullies at school. But Birdie was clever and passed most classes with ease but she was bored and unhappy at school where she remained a target. She started skipping as soon as she could get away with it and she got away with it often because Birdie had help. As long as she could remember shadows had talked to her, some sweetly, some not so sweetly and if she ignored them they eventually went away. But if she talked to them or touched them they grew a little in power. She eventually made “friends” with a few of the clever persistent ones and they began helping her with some simple tasks. Petty things like homework to unlocking the door after curfew, to greater things like stealing money from tip jars and open till’s, to newer greater tasks like punishing the worst of the bullies. Birdie occasionally felt bad but the voices talked sweetly to her and she was soothed temporarily.
She was caught “shoplifting” one too many times and escaped from a holding cell with far too much ease for a girl of seventeen. The tape of her escape was reviewed and inspected many times but the static and odd darkness in the footage was never explained and the reasons for her escape remain a mystery. Word got around to the correct ears of her unnatural escape and people began looking for the talented girl, people from different factions looking for a useful tool who was wandering the streets, alone but for her very interesting friends.
Originally Posted by Lillian Thorne
