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[b]Full Name[/b]:  ????
[b]
 Nicknames/Aliases: [/b]The Furtive Technician, 

[b] Age:[/b] Appears in her late twenties, maybe early thirties.

 [b]Gender:[/b] Female

[b]Occupation:[/b] A quick conversation would suggest that she was an individual with  scientific and mechanical mind, the battered looking coat would suggest the uniform of the navy...though her generally worn out appearance would also hint to someone doing neither currently. 

[b]Description:[/b] The Furtive Technician stands at about 5'7, an angular-looking woman with long, blue-black hair. She has high, noticeable cheekbones and a naturally pale complexion. (Though that’s hardly strange in The Neath.)

She wears a long, rather battered looking coat that has something of the look admiralty about it. Much of her clothing does..though it seems like it has seen better days. In fact all of her looks a little bit dishevelled. 

Apart from one thing. A pair of tinted glasses that obscure her eyes entirely from view. They’re a peculiar colour, almost purple in hue...is that irrigo?

 

[b]  Personality:[/b] The Furtive Technician can come across as a rather harsh and taciturn individual. She is more comfortable with objects than with people, and as such tends to relate to those around her in a way that’s more than a little unempathetic. 

More than anything she’s clearly bothered by something. Nervous. Jumpy. Defensive. It’s quite clear she has something on her mind. Some kind of secret. Whether that’s a valuable one...or one better not passed on is anyone’s guess.


[b] Skills:[/b] -Very high IQ and eidetic memory mean she has a great mind for facts and calculations. 

Quick witted and fast on her feet. 

-Appears to have a wealth of knowledge on scientific matters.



[b]  Weaknesses:[/b] - Appears to have nearly no wealth to her name whatsoever. 

-Very touchy about anyone getting near her glasses. 

-Doesn’t like anywhere too bright. Even a decent level of lamplight makes her notably uncomfortable.

-Might not actually be entirely sure what her name is.

[b] Brief History:[/b] The Furtive Technician is newly disembarked from a tramp steamer into London, stopped briefly before heading further north toward Venderbight. They picked her up somewhere around the harbour at the Cumean Canal, though she doesn’t have the look of a surface-goer. She was very cagey about where she came from, paid her passage in small amount of glim, and avoided talking to anyone on the journey…. She also seemed to avoid sleeping and lamps of most kinds. 

Upon arriving at Wolfstack a few days previous, the Technician disappeared into the crowds of the fifth city, and appears to have been loitering around since, looking tired and dishevelled, but also setting about with a sort of grim sense of purpose. What’s the Bottled Oblivion for?
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