John Everyman
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 200 ibs
Age: Appears to be in his mid thirties.
Race/Species: Appears to be Human.
Group(s): None, for obvious reasons.
Appearance: A completely unremarkable fellow. Shortish brown hair, grayish eyes, maybe a bit frowny, average nose, fairly straight shoulders. He usually dresses in a gray suit, dark tie, though sometimes other outfits. Usually he fits the crowd he's in. Somehow. It just happens.
Personality: A completely unremarkable man. Polite, usually. Never too formal, never too casual. Doesn't really have any great dreams or goals. Mostly just content to do his job which is fairly rewarding, but not that fun. Likes to travel, a bit. Mostly for work.
Abilities, Talents, Traits, Powers:
• 1 (self): Appears to be a healthy human male in his mid-thirties with no particular skills or traits; neither his appearance or his abilities are particularly remarkable.
• 3 (regional): John Everyman is literally unremarkable. Preternaturally so. Not only is there nothing special about him, but he is so normal, so boring, so natural to whatever the environment he is in, that he leaves very little impact on the mind of those he crosses, even those he interacts with. It’s not that he can’t be remembered. He just seems, unimportant, irrelevant in the greater scheme of things. The effect is near instantaneous. One second he’s there, the other he’s just some passerby, someone in the way, someone whose presence is perfectly normal, acceptable, temporary. Literally unimportant. It leads people, even animals to mostly ignore him. He never gets picked out of a crowd, he never gets chosen to be on anyone's team. It lets him pass by security devices, cameras, motion detectors, alarm spells. It’s not that these technologies or arcane powers can’t pick up his presence. It’s just that it doesn’t trigger a response. The ability is not conscious. And not always a blessing. Automatic doors don’t open for him, biometric devices work intermittently at best, and, on a more personal level, he has never really managed to make friends, gain someone’s trust or enter in a relationship. He even had a cat once that simply never really warmed up to him. Might've just been the cat though...
Items:
• (1): A nice set of suits and other clothes for all occasions. Somehow, John Everyman is always dressed exactly as he should be though there is nothing special about the vestments themselves.
• (1): He is fairly wealthy. His employment grantees a good income.
• (1): A cybernetic data storage device implanted in his brain. It has limited connectivity to his brain and is mostly used to transport data that can't simply be memorized such as complex programs. A fairly ordinary device.
• (1): A magical data storage device in the form of a ring. It has a simple enchantment and is mostly used to transport data that can't simply be memorized by a non-magical being. A fairly ordinary device.
History: John Everyman has no real history, no past. One day he was simply there. Or at least, that's as far as his own memory takes him. And, as for most things in his life, there are no records of him. Well, not no records. He's got a few tax records, credit records, parking pass at his office. Nothing important or interesting. These lead him to know he's about 35 years old and fairly wealthy but not much else. He is aware of his "gift" yet doesn't understand it. The most he can comprehend is that it allows him to go pretty much everywhere with little or no danger to himself as no one can really muster the will to impede him or harm him in any way. Which ties in to his job.
John Everyman is a courrier. Rather, he is Courrier. A small, unremarkable office on Vasishka with phone and various other communications devices is his place of work. Those who know of it simply know that it is a service for the transportation of information. Messages, data, spells, enchantments. The client provides the information and a means to reach the destination, Courrier delivers it. It is a neutral service used by many. Warlords, criminals, star-crossed lovers, employers sending notices of termination, alien races trying to contact each other, wizards exchanging spells, machine consciousnesses threatening their creators, etc. People use Courrier's service because John Everyman can have access to anyone and anyplace. Simply by walking up to the front door and ringing the bell. He is usually expected. Somehow. He transfers the information, leaves, and is forgotten. Not entirely forgotten, but simply, ignored. The information or package or spell. That was the important part. Some guy passed by... some... whatever.
Whatever. That's John Everyman's whole life. Whatever... and somehow, they keep coming to use his services.
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