Name: Ramzi Barnes:

Age: 25

Magic: can choose to blur a person's memory of his face after meeting him

Physical/Genetic mods: altered eyes that can see in the dark, surgically tweaked lungs to adjust to lower level air, in peak physical fitness (unaided by enhancements)

Appearance: A solid, well built 6'0” with dark skin and black hair, the first thing one may notice about Ramzi is that he does not look like a happy man, even for an underground market dealer. Which is not to say that he frowns at every chance he gets, nor does he tell sob stories, but the aura he emanates is of one who is thoroughly tired with the world. One can say a few things about his face: often serious, somewhat sharp features, modified orange eyes a lot more than unsettling. His choice in casual clothing is fairly bland- with good reason, because it makes disappearing into crowds easier- though when time calls for it he is a literal chameleon when it comes to mingling into whatever group he likes.

Personality: Ramzi's hobbies include reading old books and not being remembered. He doesn't like to talk much about himself to others, and when he does speak it is restrained and polite, a complete opposite to the thoughts he has of people, which are not often kind. Overall his view on humanity is a volatile stew of pity and disgust, and he is sorry to be ever part of it. One would never notice this though, because outwardly he seems so friendly and warm to those he chooses to speak to, whether for convenience or genuine interest. In his heart of hearts, he knows his habits are monstrous, but justifies it in saying that there are much worse things than deception.

History: Ramzi had average upper middle class parents who were too busy living their lofty dreams to pay too much attention to him. He surmises that they did love him, but had so many things to take care of that they could not display their love. Either way, he left them shortly after high school graduation and burned all pictures with his face in it- family albums, childhood pictures- and thanked heavens his family did not have many contacts with his photographs. He did pay for college by himself, through working as a messenger under a middle level mobster boss. Currently, he specializes in mechanical and chemical black market goodies, some of which he creates himself. Most popular product: removal of government magic restraint chips from the skin of clients. On bad days, he thinks of his parents. On good days, he goes to museums.

Other: Likes to draw stick figures.