• Appearance: 6’0 ft, averagely built but with a toned figure, pale skin, mid-length black hair, hazel eyes.

• Name: Eduard Montag (Nicknames: “Ed” or “Monty”).

• Occupation: Private Investigator, Unaffiliated.

• Age: 21

• Abilities: Being quite strong for his stature, Eduard is a well-rounded and skilled hand-to-hand fighter, never afraid to get rough, and is generally above average in terms of most things physical. Though he’s no sharpshooter, he knows how to use a gun and he’s fairly good at thinking on the spot- the type of guy that might blow second-hand smoke into your eyes during a fight. Despite this, his general intelligence is far from incredible, and he can be a bit clueless on occasion.

• Bio: Of Hungarian descent from his father’s side and American descent from his mother’s, Eduard was born and raised in New Haven. Living with his mother and father he led a happy, but fairly impoverished, childhood. Unfortunately, one day when he was 16, he returned home to witness the execution of his parents in the name of the Cult of Eris. Why it was his parents he still doesn’t know, whether it was due to some kind of circumstance, a punishment, something more sinister, or just bad luck. It is a case he still investigates to this day though.

Making his way in life after that event was more difficult, but he managed. He joined the police as soon as he turned 18, however left less than a year later, feeling entrapped by rules and protocol. From there he turned to becoming a Private Investigator, the occupation he currently holds. He’s been seen by some, especially those in the police department, as a fool in the jobs he undergoes, trying to fill boots too big for a single man of his calibre. However, many others see him also as one in New Haven that can truly see the wood for the trees, and though he may be sometimes boisterous and devil-may-care, there’s quite often this sense of jadedness from him. On top of this, he doesn't really seem to have any close friends, and even those that could be considered friends are almost completely in the dark about his ambitions, his aim, his end-goal. One thing's for sure though, his office is always open to anyone. Well, almost anyone. Though, fair warning, Eduard's a heavy smoker, so it's a bit stuffy in there.

• Name: Vi
• Occupation: Bartender; back-alley medic.
• Age: 18
• Abilities: Great precision with both a scalpel and a gun, however her ability in a fight is highly undesirable. She reads people sometimes better than they know themselves, and has an ear for the loose bits of information that leak on the streets.
• Bio: The Asylum bar is a little known pub down one of the back streets of New Haven. Though given a name, it has no sign. No windows to plug posters; no welcome mat to invite wanderers off the street. No one knows how long its been there, but what few customers that could be considered 'regulars' seem to be enough to keep it running. No one knows who the owner is; just the girl hired to run it who seems almost as mysterious as the bar itself.

Vi is a quiet girl. Focusing on her job and serving the patrons as needed without getting too much into their business. Often found behind the counter waiting on the next order during all hours of the day. The only time she seems to leave is when a second bell chimes, different than the one greeting members of the pub. No one seems to take her place when she leaves; but she isn't gone long, and hadn't seem to miss the occasional free drinks served in her absence. It is when the second bell chimes that Vi departs into the back office; another section of the pub about half the size but twice as vacant. In the middle lays a table and a couple of chairs. Various trays and cleaning solutions are stored next to surgical tools. Here her moonlit occupation as a doctor shines to those who need it most.

Name: Abigail McCarthy
Age: 26
Occupation: wandering doctor
Appearance: of 173cm in height and fiery red hair, blue eyes and pale skin, she also holds a rather nimble fit due to her current vagabond way of living.



Biography: Born in 1904, in a small village near Dublin, Abigail was the middle sister, with two more kids in the family older than her; and having two more younger. Life was not luxurious to her, neither it was poor; despite the memory of Great Famine still lingering in the land - that is even in her own family the stories of great hunger were to be told by her grandmother - the country and the village they lived in specifically were coming through the recovery by that point of time, allowing the kids even if laborious but safe enough existence.

The name of God was praised highly in the family, and young Abigail could even imagine a different possibility of existing in the world - she, and her whole family was to be guarded in the presence of God and Abigaile was not feared by that, rather she found a deep calmness and assurance in it, as well as the way to express her deep passion for helping people. Attracted to the idea of helping and defending the week - in the age of early teen she, with the approval of her father, joined the organization of Sisters of Mercy - catholic religious institute for women, dedicated to helping the weak through the means of schooling, medicine and, of course, through the word of God.

Even though the time was difficult for the whole United Kingdom, as by the time Abigail joined the organisation, Europe had already deeply descended into the flames of the Great War, the girl was taken into the order, first as a mere pupil. Learning was difficult, but raised in a farming family Abigail was used to the hard labour and proved not only endurant in her studies, but also a fast learner.

Life seemed to go fine this way, as Abigail kept with her studying. Soon enough the Great War was over and the appearance of the Sisters who returned from the drenches only allowed Abigail to get more experience; even though she remained unaware in her youth naivety to the stories told by the survivors of the war. But this conflict only made another one to spur as her own country soon enough descended into the war itself.

The Ireland Independence war slowly transitioned into the Ireland Civil war, and Abigail was to join her sisters in helping the victims of the cruel battlefield. Guided by the motto “help everyone”, she was soon to find that her own compassion started to become dull, her empathy towards people to become numb; to witness her country being torn apart by ideologies, families shattering, consumed by flames; while her everyday routine became blood and death, it was in her own rational obliviousness as her faith in God started to appear transparent, mechanic and ill willed.

It was only a matter of time before the war would consume her own home and family, leaving nothing but shattered hearts and dead bodies.

Left alone, and feeling detached from the sisterhood after five years of the bloody conflict, her faith and compassionate views in life not yet broken, but heavily shattered, Abigail fled. She fled everything she was attached to, as there was nothing left there she could rely on anymore. So she fled, fled the country and arrived in the land of the promised new opportunities - America. Here she tried to find herself in a new place and a new life, as well as seek out peace in her mind; yet life was not to take the expecteds shape and the questions, doubts and dark souls kept swirling in her soul. She soon found herself travelling, moving from one place to another and against amidst poor and broken people.
Whether it was her compassion still lingering and driving her helping the weak or that she became one herself she could not answer. She could not even find the assurance in her faith in God anymore. Could this invitation letter be the sign she was yearning for so long..?

Abilities: Most of her knowledge lies in two disconnected - on the first glance - areas: doctorhood and religion, catholicism; yet Abigail also is fluent in Latin and knows ancient Greek, due to her religious educational background. The long time on foot in travels made her nimble, endurant, undemanding in terms of material benefits. People of high society and elsewhere might find her uncultured with ill manners, but on the other hand Abigail seems to easily find the common tongue with people of low classes, workers, prostitutes, hobos and else of their kind, who always were there in the outskirts of America, even before the rising of the Great Depression.