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Profiles / CJ Williams
« on: May 25, 2019, 08:09:15 PM »
Name: Curtis Joe Williams
Nickname: CJ, Williams
Apparent Age: 33
Occupation: PI at Courtesy Investigations

Tough, but small , CJ's only five foot two, but is largely lean muscle, broad shoulders, heavy arms and a square jaw. He is stocky but fit, strong and fierce and physical in a way that more than makes up for his size. The only thing that sets him back again is the pronounced limp on his right side.

At first meeting, he comes off unapproachable and harsh. His jaw tends to be tight, his eyebrows heavy and knitted, his mouth pressed into a tight line. His eyes are a deep, dark blue, deep set behind a nose that was once long and straight but, at some point, someone hit enough to put a flat spot in the bridge. Under the reddish line of his close-cropped beard, an old scar traces the left side of his face. His hair is dark red, curly when allowed to grow past its usual short crop around his face.

CJ is definitely not a keen dresser. His idea of formal wear is a blazer thrown on over khaki slacks. His idea of casual wear is battered jeans, a flannel shirt, and old, worn boots.

His voice has a very slight twang , an accent that has mostly been chased away, only a hint lingering.

It's hard to tell if CJ's resting bitch face is just a facade or if it goes deep to the bone. It's possible he actually just doesn't much like other people , which makes sense, in his line of work. As a PI, he sees a lot of people at their worst, often catching them in a lie or with their hand in the pot, so to speak. The result is that he's guarded, quiet and serious, ready for something to come at him. He's not warm, or friendly; his tolerance for stupidity or fucking around is very low. Largely, he wants to be left alone with his dog and his old car and his property. He takes very, very poorly to liars. He says the truth, even when it's unpleasant.

As a rule, he comes off as a bit of a hick, and fundamentally normal. Every now and then, he has a deep set kind of loneliness, something hollow and hungry. He puts it to rest with copious amount of alcohol. One night stands. Long camping trips. Occasional risky behavior.

Profiles / Rabi Mahar
« on: May 25, 2019, 06:45:31 PM »
Name: Rabi Mahar
Apparent Age: Late 20s
Occupation: College art professor

Rabi's ancestry must be something from the middle east: his skin is a smooth hazelnut color, his hair a deep brown black with a slight unnatural sheen of red through it. His features are sharp, with a straight and pointed nose, and a very wide and generous mouth that pulls into a grin full of white teeth. His eyes are a bright, inhuman amber, under thick but groomed dark eyebrows. His build is triangular, attractive -- except that he frequently has a harried, half-starved, too-skinny look about him, the shape of ribs vaguely visible under the skin, knees just a little bit knobby.

He could dress to cover it up, but instead, his style seems designed to show it off. maybe he's too skinny for the sake of fashion: those knobby knees poking out through the shredded knees of acid washed jeans, fragile wrists show through the close-fitted and worn out shirts he wears, collar bones sticking out where the necks of his sweaters have lost their shape. In the winter, some of it is hidden under the loose length of scarves, but in the summer, instead he ends up in battered t-shirts, the text on the front worn away to almost nothing.

His clothing almost looks like hand-me-downs, and maybe that's intentional. He is, after all, an artist.

Rabi has two faces: one of them comes off cheerful, flippant, sometimes a bit flighty, making friends easily, but without any real depth of feeling. The other is sharp-edged and sharper tongued, his words biting and honest and said with a smile that can make them meaner. Sometimes, these two faces crop up in the matter of one interaction, the sweetness of a compliment melting into something backhanded and sharp.

People have the impression of heat, the prickle of fire and metallic points. They get the feeling that nothing he says is real, and also the sense that he is restrained, like he wants to say more, do more, and even his biting comments are somehow less than they could be.

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