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Name: Jessup.

Setting: 1990.

Occupation: Biker, Truck Driver and Construction Worker - Los Angeles MCs.

Jessup is a traditional, blue-collared male with a dark secret. Like his friends in the MC, he needs to drink blood to stay alive. Is it vampirism? No one knows. 

The guys were cursed one night after mistakenly committing manslaughter during a ride with a rival gang and have been paying for it ever since. More than anything, Jessup wants to break the curse and go back to a normal life—but there's something stopping him. 

The President of the MCs enjoys the power it gives them, and if Jessup can't convince him to settle down, hell will come to the streets of Los Angeles.

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ELIAS STROM
Mage-Breaker • Enforcer • Custodian
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Age: 28
Race: Human
Occupation: Enforcer of the Kirin Tor

"We aren't friends. I'm only here to make sure you don't break conduct. You may think you're powerful. That you hold all the weight of the arcane in your hands. But with one snap of my fingers, you'll become as helpless as a man dying of thirst, and I'll be the one waiting with the glass of water, and it will be my decision whether or not I give it to you."

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An orphan from the undercity of Dalaran, nothing much was ever expected of Elias. But at the age of nine, he figured out a way to get clean water into the canals by using dormant arcane crystals to reroute the sewage systems and ensure they didn't touch under-city's reservoirs. From there, the Kirin Tor took a vested interest in his future. A hand was extended, and Elias was drawn into the fold.

By the age of sixteen, Elias had become a notable force in the Kirin Tor's repertoire of adult mages. As one of the only men in the Kingdoms who could understand the science behind arcane magic, it came as no surprise when he was promoted to the rank of Custodian after five years of back-breaking apprenticeship.

Unfortunately, this promotion was followed by tragedy when the rogue sorceress known as Thalissa decided to "cleanse" the under-city of what she saw as "a deep-seated and damning corruption." Hundreds were killed, mostly the poor and venerable, and Elias was assigned to capture Thalissa and bring her to justice. Some of his friends were among her victims; a fact he did not take lightly.

After three months of combing the continent for the woman, he finally tracked her down to the old keep of Strahnbrad, where it was said they duelled to the death. When the dust cleared, only Elias was left standing, much to his regret. He was given a special commendation, and was immediately promoted to Elect; a councilman of the Kirin Tor...

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As only women have the power to wield the arcane in this universe, Elias is the last man most sorceresses want to see. He only reveals himself when someone—usually someone very powerful—has stepped out of line. 

He is an inventor. His methods are traps, contraptions, and bondage. When a sorceress has been known to be getting unreliable, it's said that he has numerous methods of bringing them "back to their senses" for the good of the Kirin Tor...

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Physicality: Heavy-Set

Broad-shouldered, unsettlingly calm, with a firm brow and heavy jaw. His lips are a fine shade of rogue. His teeth near-perfect. It's said he has a shark-like smile, a definitive smirk that's touched by irony and the odd bit of amusement. He stopped falling for sorceress games a long time ago. His gaze is penetrating, masterful, and yet still vaguely curious; like a feline enchanted by the fine curve of a butterfly's wings.

He often wears black leather gloves and tailored shirts, straight trousers and black-leather boots. His body fills out his clothes and then some. Despite his obvious physicality, he is not known for his lack of manners, though he has been called "brisk" by his accomplices and colleagues, especially since becoming a council-member. 

In quiet moments--often when reading books--his eyes turn tranquil. His shoulders fall. A softness befalls him, rarely seen, often discussed in platitudes by his peers.