Age: Late 20s/Early 30s
Height / Weight: 5”11’ / 174lbs
Race: Human
Occupation: Aspiring Journalist

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Appearance:
Desmond has dark hair, pale skin, and not so tall as to stand out from the crowd; he dresses well, if a little plainly, preferring a healthy mix of practicality and style. His self-presentation varies from day to day - sometimes he will be freshly shaven and wearing his best clothes, when he’s headed somewhere nice; others, he will be scruffier, perhaps due to it being at the end of a long week.

Personality:
A quiet individual who prefers to keep to himself in social settings, he’s a suave and intelligent speaker in more personal conversations. While most of the time he speaks and sounds like a man of high education, if his guard is down, or he is surrounded by more working-class folk, a brusquer accent will tend to slip out. His sense of justice is finely honed - he’s not above a little trickery to keep people safe and to get closer to the truth; if it pays off in the end, it will have been worth it.

History:
Desmond was born in Caledon, though he’s only returned to the city proper very recently. Lucky to have become an educated man, he’s found himself respectable lodgings and is currently on something of a job search, to little success. Much of his time is instead spent on perusing the papers, and he finds himself wondering at these so-called strange occurrences that have been occurring around the city. And he does wonder, if he managed to go to the papers having uncovered the secrets behind one of these occurrences, then he might find himself in possession of a job and a steady income.

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• Age – 48
• Height/Weight – 5'9"(175cm) / 185lbs(85kg)
• Race – Human
• Occupation – Arcanoscientific Studies & Physics Researher

Appearance
Adraman is a worn-out-looking middle-aged man with significant eyebags (from overworking himself), and piercing bright-blue colored eyes complimenting a rich dark-tan complexion. Despite his exhausted disposition and hunched over stature, he still bears admirable features, and benefits from a most remarkable build given his inclination towards self-sufficiency. Although starkly monocolored, Adraman favors a broad wardrobe of clothing, which may be used in any number of situations ranging from casual discussions at a café table to high-society meetings.

Personality
Faithful to a genuine, noble cause, Adraman firmly believes in sincere kindness for the mere sake of altruism. However, the darkness fostered in the heart of mankind, that only seemed to grow ever murkier, had taught him early on such naivety only led those behind the curve towards their unjust suffering. Sacrifices were a necessary evil. Although in spite of his harsh, seemingly cold and rigorous exterior, Adraman still homed a kind-hearted spirit and well-meaning nature, aspects of himself that often came into conflict with his work-life and ambitions and the world surrounding him.

Backstory
Ever since the advent of machinery in Caledon pushed forward a new era for humanity, the field of magic was regressed into an obsolote craft that reflected the passage of a past filled with savagery and subjugation. The future reeked of burned charcoal, chemical vapors, and rusted iron. However, there still were those pockets in society that desired not to shun the arcane entirely, but to learn its intricacies and, if possible, discover intuitive ways to introduce it into the scientific world to be used in conjuction with their mechanisms, for it herded promising concepts such as unlimited renewable energy and great potential for achieving unbelievable feats.

Adraman stands for a future where unnatural phenomena and machine are united as one. He homes in his studies into finding out practical ways to reign in the mystical environment magic creates, dispel the mythical aura around them through sound hypotheses, and how to incorporate them into what they know about science. Regardless of the judgmental sentiments from some of his peers.

Now, if only there was a logical explanation to the strange happenings of Caledon as of late...