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[b]True Name:[/b] Sainjacques Majeur
[b]Taken Name:[/b] Baron La Croix
[b]Given Name:[/b] Weslé Dambreville

[b]Age:[/b] 28

[b]Appearance:[/b] Standing at 6'2", Weslé is tall even for his family. He inherited his height from the so-called Amazons in the family, or his mother's mother and grandmother. He has a bit of a belly, which is a new addition to his frame upon coming to New York. Otherwise, he is built pretty gracefully and even though he let his hair dread in the most natural and unruly of ways, he still needs to exert effort in order to get that "man of the shadows" look he strives for. The glint of gold in his mouth when he curls his lip is decidedly real. A golden tooth courtesy of Ogun himself from when Weslé decided he could make it in the real world without the loa's help. Frankly, in that fight, he was lucky the only thing he lost was a tooth. 

[b]Personality:[/b] What started out as a childhood penchant for pranks blossomed into, for lack of a better word, some dickishness on Weslé's part. He enjoys taking advantage of other people to bolster his negative self image, wallows in his own bitterness, drinks too much, and seems to have little in the way of impulse control. However, it's not all bad. Despite being an almost insufferable cynic, he has a deep reverence for magic and shows naivety in regards to what magic can do for the world. Deep down, he's probably some sort of idealist, but he's long forgotten what that feels like. He also desperately wants to become a better person, or a cheap alternative, so that he can unlock his true potential alongside Ogun. Voodoo is an art built almost entirely on empathy, being able to establish links with other people and infusing objects with said bonds, and Weslé is trying to learn to be more receptive of other people in order to kick start his progress in the craft. A man like Weslé can't plateau without negative consequences.

[b]Nature of magic:[/b] Contract

[b]Magic practice:[/b] Voodoo

[b]Brief bio:[/b] Weslé grew up surrounded by voodoo. His mother practiced it for tourists while his father and sisters worked the real magic back at home. Their clients were much more well-informed, and they paid better for the hefty services they asked for. The Dambrevilles go back a long while in Haiti, having started off as a small clan of freed slaves and ending up as one of the most populous names on the island. However, quantity of life doesn't always translate to quality of life. Some of the Dambreville clan decided to take their magic and talents to New Orleans decades back, and the ones too poor to travel with them tried to emulate the successes of their cousins. Many of the clients departed alongside the main branch of the family, and they found themselves back at square one. Weslé's mother and father display a gift that hasn't been seen in the cadet branches for centuries, being capable of actual contact with the loa in order to power their spells and potions. Each member of the family is claimed by a loa, who acts as their contact to the powers of magic in exchange for sacrifice and reverence. 

Weslé, always the troublemaker growing up, thought for sure that Baron Samedi would pick him for his vessel. When he and his sisters came of age, he realized he had been chosen by Ogun, the warrior. He feared that Ogun's influence would limit his ability to create dastardly tricks and diabolical pitfalls. Over time, he and the just loa came to see close to eye-to-eye, but Weslé still harbored some resentment. He went out of his way to concoct cocktails that would backfire, con clients, and to only do business with slimey individuals, constantly hoping to prove his worth to the Baron. Around the age of 25, Ogun grew tired of this behavior, knowing that the young man could no longer be treated like a child, and threatened to withhold his power is Weslé didn't straighten out. Reluctantly, the voodoo practitioner decided to attempt to turn over a new leaf. He's still in the process of doing so now, finally having moved to America where he admittedly feels his powers have weakened. It's a strained relationship in need of repair, but if Weslé can manage not to be an asshole for any amount of time, it always proves to be worth his while.

New York, after all, can provoke some of the worst impulses in even the most mild-mannered of men.