Username: Suze
Character name: Laurentian Sicari Schwarzstein
Age: 39
Height: 6'1”
Weight: 193 lbs
Appearance: Powerfully muscled, Laurentian cuts an imposing figure, standing with impeccably-straight posture. His face is haggard beyond his years from the harsh life he has lived, and his hair has faded to a premature gray. He dresses in elegant but functional garments and carries a great many weapons on his person. He wears a glass eye in the empty socket where his left should be.
Profession: Mage-exterminator
Skills: Extensive knowledge of alchemy, Exceptional discipline and pain tolerance, Assassin's marksmanship and hand-to-hand training, Working knowledge of sorcery and the anatomy of magical beasts
Flaws: Lack of depth perception, homicidal inclinations, addicted to a variety of alchemical drugs
Possessions: Compactible repeating crossbow with silver-tipped quarrels, a pair of revolvers (with various specialized ammunitions), several throwing knives, extra-long rondel dagger, sword-breaker, scramasax, a lining of six-weave tempered steel maille worn under his clothing, fire- and waterproof cloak, stockpile of alchemicals (bombs, poisons, stimulants, esoteric drugs), a collection of Madness Grimoires stolen from the libraries of mages he has killed
Bio: The disciple of a master whose name he will never speak, Laurent's past is a mystery best left undelved. He appeared in the city some ten years ago, taking contracts with the wealthiest barons and criminal bosses who had need of his particular qualifications. Suffice it to say, if a personage of power and station in Atticus requires the elimination of a sorcerous rival, Laurentian is the first name on the list. He has been responsible for the assassination of several high-profile mages over the years, all of which are now classified as cold cases. He maintains several hideouts throughout the city, especially in the lawless outskirts, and one can only lament the fate of the occupants of the homes before he chose to re-purpose them. For that is where Laurent's other pursuits intersect with his work: perhaps as a result of damage done to his brain by alchemical stimulants, he routinely takes it upon himself to massacre entire families in the slums. Sometimes the attacks are executed with the precision that is the hallmark of his professional work; other times, the crime scenes are the sight of mutilations, vivisections, and sheer butchery, likely as the result of fits of drug-induced frenzy.
When he is not engaging in such activities, Laurent obsessively studies his collection of Madness Grimoires, memorizing the deranged rituals and invocations of the True Ones scribed within. He flirts with the idea of attempting a summoning, but has as yet refrained.
His only companion, if the term has any relevance for him, is his sometimes-partner Herbert Mansfield, an unfortunate necromancer who had a nonconsensual transcranial encepheloplasty performed on him by some mad mage-doctor, imprisoning his brain in the body of a greyhound. Herbert provides Laurent with aid in his magical research and occasional assistance on his assassination missions, in exchange for shelter in Laurent's many bases of operations and the odd table-scrap.