Gentleman Jim
What can we say about Jim Morrison, A.K.A. “Gentleman Jim”.
He had it all, renowned lecturer at Oxford, a beautiful girlfriend, good pay, a great social life then BAM! He woke up one morning, after a rather wild party looking like a freaking alien. His brain had grown beyond that of the most prolific human scientists and he found himself with the ability to read minds and could even control them.
Jim is quite self conscious of how he now looks, he Always feels persecuted and hated by the whole world. Jim is the perfect operative for the shady assignments which MI7 don’t acknowledge are happening.
Gentleman Jim (No Licence)
Fathach
Micheal Byrne, known as ‘Fathach’ comes from County Meath in Ireland. He’s avoiding some folk over there, so has wound up in England whilst keeping his head low.
Fathach is in his mid 40’s, sporting a full beard and is covered in tattoo’s, some of which seem to emanate an almost glow which is seen from the corner of the eye
He’s occasionally gruff, doesn’t suffer fools and cannot stomach the idea of picking on those less fortunate. If he takes offence, he can lose his cool and let his temper get the better of him.
Fathach’s powers look like they are linked to the mysterious tattoo’s he has on his body, they mostly seem connected to the powers of one of the mythical Celtic giants, which Fathach calls “The Fomorian”
Keith Inferno
Keith simply is. He has no recollection of what came before, aside from a nagging sense that he once had a purpose, which is now lost to him. He continues to survive on the fringes, wracked with the constant burning pain of the internal elemental fires he struggles to control, hoping that he can somehow recollect his place in the world and rediscover his reason for being here. He knows only that his current circumstances have something to do with the Thule.
Standing at over 2 meters, he is tall and athletic, but completely hairless and with eyes like hot coals. His features and physique are classically beautiful in the manner of The David, yet this beauty is undermined by the coarseness of his skin, which has the look of cracked and charred leather and which continually radiates heat. Occasional cracks in his surface glimmer with a suggestion of an inner fire. He has the look of a soul condemned to the depths of hell.