Name: Harry Doyle - Goes by Doyle

Codename: N/A

City of Operation: His main apartment is in San Diego although his work keeps him constantly moving around the country so he hardly ever gets to stay there.

Appearance:
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Age: 29

Gender: Male

Superpowers: 
Harry's powers are widely just called magic. It involves various inhuman and seemingly ethereal abilities that allow him to alter the battlefield and potentially shift the tides in his favour. His powers include but are not limited to:
-Rift teleportation. Essentailly opening small rifts within his line of sight that he can enter and come out of a second rift also within his line of sight.
-Fire creation and manipulation
-Shield creation
-Among other less notable and less powerful powers.

Skills/ Talents: 
-Harry has worked in numerous jobs in his past and as a result is a great locksmith.
-Harry's past experience as a thief has made him knowledgeable in breaking and entering.
-Trained boxer 
-Military training

Equipment:
-Bulletproof vest underneath shirt
-nighthawk 1911 with silencer
-Glock 17 with silencer
-He also keeps a Benelli M4 with a Salvo Silencer in the trunk of his car in case of emergency

Weaknesses
-All human weaknesses
-Very few situations in which he will immediately use his powers rather than his 'cunning'

Psyche: 
Doyle is a very cocky and arrogant chap who isn't afraid to proclaim himself as 'Number 1 best zombie hunter in the world'. Along with this, Doyle is far from posh, often using slang and swearing in sentences that do not demand any essence of vulgarity. That being said, on a job he isn't one to dillydally and slow down the completion of a job by showing off. He'd rather get the job over and done with so he can get paid than show off and potentially lose another job because of it. He is a notorious gambler and drunk and often wastes most of his free time doing at least one of the two if not both at the same time.


History: 
Doyle was born in Liverpool, England on a rather rainy day that brought nothing but sadness. While a baby's birth would be joyous for most people, Doyle's parents hated children and never wanted to have one. However, they were devout Catholics and would never abort a child so Doyle was sent to live in an orphanage for his younger years where he never came to know his parents until years later. His time in the orphanage came to an abrupt end when Doyle turned 12 and made his escape from the orphanage. Thinking back on it, Doyle never really knew why he did it. His life at the orphanage wasn't all that bad and the only thing that could have been the cause for his 'escape' was an argument he thinks he had, but he is unsure. 

Doyle lived on the streets for a while before joining the British military at the age of 16. There he learned how to fight and subsequently learned of the benefits of a good job. After returning from the military, one his squadmates gave him a job as a 'workie' up in Aberdeen. After doing a job for a locksmith, he was offered an apprenticeship from said locksmith. He gladly accepted and greatly enjoyed his new job. Eventually though, the locksmith firm closed as it was not making enough money to continue on and Doyle was left jobless. He turned to a life of crime shortly after that, using his wits and his knowledge of locks to break into houses and steal whatever he could before selling it the next day. He stopped about a year after starting after almost being caught and realizing the risk was too high. However, he had earned enough to travel to America where he supposed that there would be more job opportunities. 

He arrived in America to a massive shock. White rain poured down from the sky and soaked him. He had never seen anything like it. Nevertheless, he continued on to his new living arrangements, a small apartment in San Diego. About a week after the White Rain Doyles skin began to burn and his head began to ache. When he woke up the next morning he found himself knowing how to perform what seemed to be magic. He had no explanation for it. The real reason was that rather than the rain giving him some sort of power they just brought out his latent magic power of which he had never known. He was soon contacted by a representative of some secret society named the Court of the Arcane. At first, Doyle thought it was bullshit, almost slamming the door on the guys face, but quickly realized that it was all too real after the representative demonstrated his magic in the form of almost blowing Doyles door of its hinges. He offered Doyle a position within the society, fairly low down, but it was good pay and it involved literally killing zombies and vampires so Doyle couldn't really complain. He was taught how to do his job properly by a few members of the Court and was sent out across America doing their dirty work. He has recently came to Cleveland to help with the crisis.