Name:
Io Nervald Caprixan Leneus Marx Murkveld

Color:
9e0b0f

Age:
18

Gender:
Male

Description:

Almost always hidden under his coal-grey cloak, the only features readily apparent are his short and childish frame and his youthful gait; Io looks exactly as if he were in his preteens, if not younger. Io's dusky red hair reaches past his shoulders, his dull black eyes peeking out from underneath his bangs. His skin is a translucent white from constantly being in the shade of either his robes or the indoors. The faint smile that occasionally peeks out from under his hood practically chills the air.

Occupation:
Arguably a merchant, arguably a researcher.

_{unarguably kinda creepy}

Personality/Bio:
Io was a peculiar child, always keeping a certain distance between himself and others. His eerily calm demeanor frightened other children--not that he cared about that. Instead, Io usually locked himself away in his room, reading books that he'd found in the dark corners of a storehouse. He'd memorized every detail of them, including the state of everything else in the room at the time. The abnormality of Io's absolute memory was never brought to his attention, having been isolated and possessing the misconception that, since one memorized by studying, something that was studied could not be forgotten.

Newspaper articles were also objects of great interest for Io. Although he originally started reading them as something to pass the time with whenever he ran out of books, Io became deeply immersed once he realized that there were some "stories" that spanned across the years: seemingly individual murders could be connected and point towards a serial killer, criminals from years to decades ago reformed into current-day philanthropists. With his memory, these nigh unnoticeable connections were completely clear to Io. Before he knew it, Io became obsessed with knowing everything about anything at any given time, whether it'd be a person, or even the daily events that occurred in the city.

Through a variety of suspicious means, Io managed to learn exhaustive, in-depth information on every citizen: their heights, weights, birthdays, relatives, histories, day-to-day activities, hobbies and possibly more. Unable to track how Io was doing so, and thus unable to imprison him, law enforcement decided to take advantage of his knowledge and bought information from him to solve dozens of crimes. Though Io was happy with being able to stalk study everyone for a living, he often wondered about the world outside the city. When there was news of an expedition, Io decided that, since there would be plenty of people to keep him entertained, it wouldn't hurt to let his curiosity run wild.

Despite being shy to the point of hiding when others look at him, Io genuinely and creepily-affectionately loves everyone he knows. Even if they don't know him. Although he's easily excited by the prospect of learning something new, Io normally just has a tired, dead expression that's matched by his hypotensive movements. The only other exception is if he gets touched; he'll actually get overstimulated if he gets poked right.

Possessions:
One journal for recording everyone else's actions for the day, another for any discoveries.

Name: Benji Tenaka
Age: Mid Twenties.
Color:39b54a
Gender: Male
Height: 5'10
Hair Color: Black(Shoulder length hair tied with a blue ribbon in a tight tail.)
Eye Color: Brown(with tones of amber and yellow in direct light.)
Skin Tone: Tan

Personality:
Benji is the quiet type, he doesn't speak much and keeps mostly to himself. Unless the moment requires it. He can often be found staring into the pages of a leather bound book and much prefers to keep his own company. There is a sense of loss or loneliness about him and it is mostly the look in his dark eyes that brings this on. Though the few that have witnessed his smile swears it is like dawn breaking after a long night.

History:
Benji's origin story is a mystery to everyone that cares to look, even to himself. He doesn't remember anything other then the last four years of his life and he is on a personal mission to find the answers to the questions that haunt him in his nightmares.

Shortly after waking up barely alive and badly injured in a dark back alleyway, Benji discovered he had a knack. A quite surprising knack considering the condition he woke up in. He discovered this quite by accident one night as he was caught trying to steal some food. Benji could fight and he fought, though weary with hunger he was still able to win his freedom and leave four dead bodies in his wake. That night he ate well, the killing didn't affect him much and with a full belly and clean clothes he set out on his journey of 'self-discovery'.

And that is how we come to his occupation.

Occupation:
Mercenary, Assassin, Body-Guard, if the price is right Benji is the man for the job.

Dress and Possessions:
Benji wears a dusty long coat of a sturdy yet light weave and an unassuming gray. A sleeveless dark leather petty coat and well worn boots make up the items of his permanent attire. Shirts and trousers come and go as the seasons pass or need arises.
He carries an old pack that seems to hold more then its size would rightly permit. Also to be found on his person but likely never to be seen are various blades of various sizes. Benji also carries with him the equipment for hunting when he ventures out.
His prize possession though is an unique sword that he acquired on the job, his first to be exact. It is also how he came to his name, or at least the name he holds now. The curved steel blade is sharper than any razor and though the hilt and scabbard are plain, it is very clear to any who see the blade that it has value. Very few ever see it though and fewer still live to talk about it. Sheathed the sword looks like a curved cane. The name, his name now, was written on a sash of deep crimson that had been tied to the scabbard.