[color=Brown][b]Name:[/b][/color] [url=https://dicecloud.com/character/HGA25B5Gxnbmm4wCs/Graham-Douglas][b]Graham Douglas[/b][/url]

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[color=Brown][b]Race:[/b][/color] Human

[color=Brown][b]Occupation:[/b][/color] Thug/Gang Leader

[color=Brown][b]Memories:[/b][/color] Much of Graham's memories are shrouded in the fog of death, but he remembers bits and pieces and he most certainly remembers his end. He was born into a family on the... well not the rich side of town that's for sure. He doesn't remember whether he was middle class or poor but he does remember joining a gang, the Lamb Street Shanks. Why Graham did this he does not recall. It was either something about family, something about revenge, or something about gold. Whatever the reason, Graham joined the Shanks. Eventually, the Shanks' founder got himself killed, something about a gang war or a guard crackdown, and someone had to take his place. After breaking a few faces and crushing a few windpipes, Graham got the job.

When Graham joined, the Shanks' territory barely reached beyond Lamb Street. By the time Graham took the helm, that had not changed. The first thing Graham did was correct that. Graham began a campaign of rapid outward expansion, pushing aside defiant rivals and meddling guards with contemptuous ease as he went. But just as the height of his power seemed to be in his grasp, Graham was met with the one challenge he could not so easily contend with: Those who stood behind him. Paxton Truter, Graham's right hand man, who handled the finer points of wrangling the Shanks while Graham focused on the ambitious broad strokes. After watching Graham work for a time from the position he held at the boss' back, Paxton figured that he could handle both the finer points and the broad strokes easily enough. And so, Paxton went from having Graham's back to stabbing it.

But while that would have been the end for most, it was not so for Graham. Instead of moving onto whatever the afterlife had in store for him, Graham's soul found itself bound to a gestalt. This turn of events, though surprising, was certainly not unwelcome. Graham saw it as an opportunity, a chance to track down his backstabbing right hand and reduce him to a bloody stump. All he needed to do was find away to convince Yin and the rest of them to go along with it.

[color=Brown][b]Other:[/b][/color] In life and in death, Graham carries a curious smoking pipe. Nothing can be placed in the pipe, nor can it be lit. But should someone attempt to use it, the pipe produces bubbles. Graham does not remember how he came upon the pipe, but he does remember that he finds the act of blowing bubbles from it therapeutic.