ESSENTIALS
Name: Joseph Cohen
Nickname: Jed, Cohen
Apparent Age: It's hard to tell. Somewhere between thirty-five and sixty.
Occupation: SWBP

APPEARANCE

Faceclaim: Daniel Radcliff

Jed looks, most of the time, on the verge of collapse: long and lean of face to start out, with dark, deep-set eyes and heavy brows, a half-starved sunken-ness makes him look that much worse. His skin is sun-worn but paled, his hair a dark, curling mess that he usually manhandles halfway back into a snub ponytail at the back of his head. His frame is gawky, 5'10" 1/2 and fragile-looking under surprisingly poorly fitted suits, shades of grey-brown with running shoes that make him look like he stole them.

Along his jaw, on the left side, is the freckling of a very old scar: long ago healed to a dark texture against his skin, but still ugly enough to freak out small children.

PERSONALITY
Jed is quiet and serious and nervous; he doesn't talk much, and has a tendency to avoid peoples' eyes. It's largely social anxiety, a discomfort interacting with strangers and even more uneasy with people who make an effort to get to know him. It's hard to tell if he's secretive or just not prone to talking about himself, if he's trying to hide something or if he's just not big on opening up. He's almost painfully serious, quiet and apparently without a sense of humor, stony-faced and hard to read.

IMPRESSIONS
Jed  moves slowly, ponderously, carefully, like each little step is an exercise or like it hurts, and sometimes like he doesn't have complete control of his body around him. It seems an obvious sign of some terrible illness, especially combined with the sickly complexion, the sunken eyes, clammy hands. The dead (whether they be undead, spirits, or something between) are often drawn to him, fascinated by him.