[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#B0C4DE]Avery Zain[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#B0C4DE]Location:[/color][/b] Restaurant – Chicago, IL 
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Avery flexed his muscles in response to Kimiko's words, the shirt tightening over his arms before he relaxed. That was another reason for wearing black. It wasn't always so obvious how much muscle tone he had, plus he blended in with her surroundings better and went unnoticed, which was ideal for his line of work. 

[color=#B0C4DE]”Growing up I didn't have much of a dream, and then in the army it was just about surviving but we also had to blow off steam so I started fighting, like boxing. I got pretty good at it and thought I might have a shot at that and did for a while but then everything changed and it was back to trying to survive,”[/color] Avery said with a shrug, not really wanting to get into it. [color=#B0C4DE]”Did you always want to be a PI?”[/color]

[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#006400]Caden[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#006400]Location:[/color][/b] Restaurant 
[b][color=#006400]Skills:[/color][/b] 
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Caden grinned at the memory and the reference. The waiters came and collected their appetizer plates and resupplied their drinks. 

[color=#006400]”It's definitely a dragon thing. I collect knowledge but I'm also drawn to power. My father was music and my great grandfather was the typical treasure. My grandfather and I often got into trouble because of what we needed to hoard. Most dragon legends are based on my grandfather because he couldn't resist stealing what the kings and queens of his time had.”[/color]

[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#DB7093]Cassiopeia Claire Alistair[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#DB7093]Location:[/color][/b] Cassi's House – Chicago, IL 
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Cassiopeia's eyes wander Nic's body. She smirked and looked at her boyfriend. [color=#DB7093]”It might be too much of a distraction,”[/color] she announced. 

Cassi turned and led the pair of troublemakers upstairs to her tattoo room. The lights were bright, illuminating a table that was reclined with a couple pillows wrapped in plastic for sanitary purposes. Cassi had her tattoo gun laid out next to needles in their packaging and a series of colours laid out. 

[color=#DB7093]”Fuzzy mentally. The tingling will be felt physically. It should start to work in about five minutes,”[/color] she said. [color=#DB7093]”Which arm do you want?”[/color] Cassi asked, holding the stencil paper up.