Raphael Tindall

" Lost something essential? Like a hollow shell without the filling, or you lose a bit of soul and something else takes its place and plugs into the stuff the soul would."

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Raphael Tindall lived through horrible things, now strives to prevent them.

Personality

Very serious and professional, been exposed to enough horrible things that he's not easily frightened.

Appearance

He wears casual cloths and has messy black hair.<ref>He had black hair like he’d woken up with bad bedhead and had done little else but push it back from his face. He wore a t-shirt, and jeans that were caked in mud from the knee down.

- Excerpt from One After Another 10.b</ref>

Abilities and Art

Disciplined and observant, he is easily able to detect and track Others.

Tools

Knows how to use Salt has a wide selection of blades, guns and more. He tends to trap areas with bells and can use guns with grave blessed bullets in them. He also has a jar of acid.<ref>His teeth bit into the filter of the cigarette as he bent down, getting a jar, and set it on the desk. He uncapped it, then, teeth still biting, took firm hold of the cigarette, waiting until he had as firm a grip as possible before releasing it with his teeth.

Cig burned, fast, from tip to filter.

The man thrust Cig toward the open jar of fluid, ready to plunge his hand and Cig in at the same time. The heat singed his fingers, his hand jumped, and Cig fell.

- Excerpt from One After Another 10.b</ref>

Chronology

Before the Story

Years ago he and his friends were the unwilling guests of The Milkmaid. He was able to escape but his friends were mutilated by the bogeywomen and later executed by investigating practitioners, persumably out of mercy.

A group of witch hunters eventually reached out to him to offer training and more.

Arival at Kennet

Asked some kids for stories to get a handle on anything weird going on with the town. Came in contact with Cig who he tried to dunk in acid, and Lis who he knew to look for but couldn't find.

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