Dirk Dareklite

Name: Dirk Dareklite (rhymes with air-light, emphasis on the first syllable)

Age: 26, with a birthday on October 15th (That's just there for the sake of completeness. Since by Tehx's reasoning about four days have passed since the beginning of the IS and Kaye's intro chapter involved her printing her final project for the spring semester, we're still in May, possibly June.)

Race: Human

Height: 6 feet, 1 inch

Build: Muscular

Hair: Black, gelled forward

Eyes: Obstructed

Skin: Slight tan

Clothing: Black jeans, boots, and fingerless gloves, deep purple shirt, mirrored sunglasses with black frames. The color of his shirt will change on occasion, but he generally keeps it deep purple. He also wears a gold ring on his left hand.

Occupation: Unknown, but it involves lots of paperwork and he works under somebody of considerable power. And it's in the underworld. That's probably important. He often freelances as a bartender, bodyguard, bouncer, mediator, occult specialist, or therapist, to name a few.

Abilities: Free flight, teleportation to anyplace to which he's already been, magics of poisons and darkness, healing powers, small-scale shielding, abnormal strength, and an impeccable memory. His type is a blend of dark and poison elements; those techniques strengthen him whereas holy ones weaken him. He also becomes physically ill when in a church, cathedral, or other blessed site except for graveyards and ruined versions of the above. He mind-reads very rarely, mostly because he's doesn't know how. It just happens sometime.

Weapon: A small piece of ever-shiny silver metal about an inch in diameter and four inches long. Depending on the situation, it can extend up to ten feet long, sprout a scythe blade at either or both ends, and break in half, both parts connected to each other by a chain up to five feet long.

Personality: Very friendly, but not to the point of being overbearing; he is often the one to initiate a converastion, especially when the other person looks unusually down and out. He can not stand to sit by and watch others suffer in any respect. By comparison, his humor is a lot less random than Kyanosa's and a lot more sardonic. It takes him a substantial amount of time to get angry, but don't try it. He's also a heck of a lot smarter than the average individual, but only due to his incredible knack for remembering; he does not think or reason any more quickly than standard.

Distinctive Traits: Always refers to people as Mister, Miss, or Mrs. (last name), even when asked not to. Never removes his sunglasses. Refuses to start a physical fight; he will defend loyally if one of his friends or an innocent is attacked and will only attack directly if he himself is intentionally attacked. Does not curse.

History: Largely unknown. He's very good at changing the subject.