List of Sargent Hall Tenants
An incomplete list of the quirky Aware tenants who occupy Mr. Bristow's buildings at the Sargent Hall apartment complex.
Arlene
Bristow's Innocent niece employed to help manage the building. Enthusiastic but somewhat hapless.<ref name=":3" /> 18, but looks younger thanks to neon green braces.<ref name=":0">Back Away 5.a</ref>
Bug Person (unnamed)
Just a big clump of bugs living a normal life as a work-from-home tech support operator. Attracts bugs from all over the building.<ref name=":4">“Or they’re too far removed to be causes,” Alexander said. “Another apartment draws all the pests in the building to it. They pile up into a roughly human shape, go through their day, boot up a laptop, work an eight hour shift as tech support. They call an unlisted phone number at roughly seven o’clock, watch a movie and some episodes of a TV series, then go to bed, where they slump into a less human pile. If someone goes to the apartment and spends any time there, they often act like a host, serve food, give them the remote to choose the show to watch. They only get disgruntled if they get interrupted during their work day. They don’t get lonely if ignored, they don’t mind the company so long as it’s timely. They pay rent, pay bills, occasionally forget the rent but pay up when the reminder email comes in. They don’t need anything except deliveries of food and a twice-a-month apartment cleaning.”
“Cool,” Verona said. “What are they?”
“I don’t know,” Alexander said. - Excerpt from Leaving a Mark 4.8</ref>
Clementine ‘Clem’ Robertjon
Main article: Clementine Robertjon
A Gilded Lily who attracts and stumbles on magic items. #4 in Bristow's collection.<ref name=":3" /><ref name=":4" />
Couch Potato (unnamed)
An old guy who just watches TV all day, no longer needing to take care of himself the way regular humans do, sometimes his reflection even appears in other people's TVs.<ref>“Many are passive,” Nicolette said. “Some are problems, but there are residents like the old man who has fallen so deep into the pattern of watching television all day every day that he’s stopped sleeping, stopped eating, stopped using the washroom. The most hassle he causes is that another resident might see his reflection in their televisions when they’re turned off.”
“He can’t be helped?” Avery asked. “They all can’t be helped?”
Alexander shook his head. “In the case of the couch potato… no. Too long gone." - Excerpt from Leaving a Mark 4.8</ref> He is possibly the "Potatohead" mentioned by Clem.
Curran
A decade ago he got a wad of money from a mysterious source and years later has had to deal with the fallout.<ref>"[Mr. Prey]?” Avery asked.
“The way he tells it, he bumped into a guy on the street, the guy dropped something. He returned it, and got an envelope in exchange. Money. The person giving him the money freaked out when he opened the envelope to check, didn’t let him return it, then walked away.”
“How much?” Verona asked.
“A lot. Enough that it was weird. Ten years passed, nothing came of it, he nearly forgot about it, until a very pretty French woman with two very ugly French men came knocking. They want what they’re owed, they tell him, and every time they catch up with him, they try to impress on him just how much they want it, before they drop him off at some random point unknown, bleeding, bruised, burned, electrocuted. Or he’s unscathed, but they burn his apartment building down. Then the cat and mouse game begins anew.”
“I’m trying to think of what that would even be,” Lucy said.
“No idea. He stole some money, tried to refuse it, but they don’t want the money back. Even with interest. They want what they paid for ten years ago. Whenever he asks, they speak in metaphor only, or in French, or both.”
“Do you know?” Avery asked. “What the metaphors were?”
Shellie shook her head. “I didn’t have French class as a kid, and I kind of didn’t care. We run into one another when I’ve finished a shift. I finish my day as he’s starting his. So long as he stays near the apartment building, they only watch from across the street. The original three expanded to something like twenty. Sometimes he’ll slip me five bucks to distract someone specific and let him by.”
“I’m thinking of the Wolf,” Avery said, leaning back and looking at Verona and Lucy. “I feel like that’s sort of what she’d be like, given the chance.”
If she were free?
Just picking randoms to terrorize?
“If that’s true, what does it mean?” Lucy asked. “In terms of deciphering his situation?”
“Could mean they don’t want any specific item or person. Maybe they want the chase, the hunt. They paid so they’d have the justification to hunt him.”
“They don’t, though,” Lucy said. “Maybe if someone with enough authority told them…”
“I wouldn’t want to be the one to try,” Shellie said. “They’re frustrated he’s so hard to get to, these days. Kind of like certain school staff, who were pretty eager for someone to give them a reason.”
[...]
We’ll have to make it safe for Curran, the guy with the mob after him. Or whatever it is.” - Excerpt from Vanishing Points 8.2</ref> Hunted by a growing group of inscrutable Others after being tricked into accepting "payment" for something one of them dropped on the street. They don't want the money - they want the item he "sold", or more likely, they pretend to as an excuse to abuse him. This group can't enter Sargent Hall, however. Among the dissatisfied tenants who went to the BHI to confront Bristow.
Daniel Alitzer
A Glamour Drowned whose whole life as been effected by the experience.
Appearance
30, long hair, pretty.
Abilities
Superhuman singer, dancer, manipulator, but only in short bursts; conversely can be completely terrible at those things. Possess a form of Second Sight. Highly skilled with Glamour.
Deborah
Lives in apartment 15. Tried to call in a noise complaint on Roberto Figueroa in early 2020, but the officer who arrived was a buddy of his and just laughed at her.<ref name=":5" />
Dreamer (unnamed)
An older man. Experimented on by the military during the war, he suffers no ill-effects from drugs, which he uses intensively to escape the other effect of the experiment - whenever he sleeps, he is transported back to the war.<ref>“Old man is a substance abuser [...] Went to the war, got experimented on, you know the drill,” Shellie went on.
“Which war?” Lucy asked.
Shellie lolled her head back even further, until her shoulders and head were leaning well off the side of the truck bed. She lifted a leg, and it looked like she could slide or fall off. “Who knows? The war. You don’t ask a guy like that about his wartime experience. You listen if he decides to share it. He consumes enough caffeine to kill a herd of horses, pops the pills, whatever he can do to keep from sleeping. Doesn’t really suffer for the lack of sleep or the drugs and stuff, but it does catch up with him if he lets his guard down.”
“What happens if he sleeps?” Verona asked, raising her voice to be heard over the whipping wind.
“Goes somewhere else. Spot from the past. You can always tell because he’s got fresh scars, blood, look in his eyes when he trudges in the front door.” - excerpt from Vanishing Points 8.2</ref> Among those dissatisfied tenants who went to the BHI to confront Bristow.<ref name="8.2e1">Some others stepped outside. People who had been in the background last night. An older man, a nervous looking guy, and a guy who wouldn’t make eye contact. [...] The Aware.
Clementine looked back. “Neighbors. They had disputes about how Mr. Bristow was taking care of the building. They were told if they traveled, on Mr. Belanger’s dime, they could name and shame him, instead of going through the convoluted landlord tenant board. A bunch of them were mad enough to want to do it, especially once they were told Mr. Bristow was trying to acquire another property.” - Excerpt from Vanishing Points 8.2</ref>
Elusive Man (unnamed)
Has fallen partly out of reality. Hard to perceive, he lures people into investigating him to figure out what's up with them and then they disappear.<ref name=":1">“Some of them remain and are power sources. I imagine that swarm tenant is both steady income and a trickle of power. Others balance out the other tenants. A skeptic that dulls practices around her to help take the bite out of the worst cursed items. An elusive man to keep the witch hunter scion’s attention without ever bearing fruit.”
“Elusive man?” Lucy asked.
[...]
“The elusive are Aware and dangerous people who fell partway through the cracks. The one here is only ever glimpsed in passing. Always uncomfortable to come across, with a twisted grin and an intense look in his eyes. The harder you look for him, the harder he is to find. When you stop thinking about him, he can remind you he’s there. As the brownies of the Blue Heron do, he invites people to misstep or breach the rules, unnerving them until they go looking for answers, break into his apartment or try to challenge him, and then he drags them into his apartment or locks the door to the apartment if they’re already inside, and they’re never seen again.”
“Holy crap,” Lucy said.
“He does errands for his landlord in exchange for a cut on rent. One of a few that do.” - Excerpt from Leaving a Mark 4.8</ref>
Hoarder (unnamed)
Unnamed person described as a "hoarder" by Clem, lives in apartment 37.<ref name=":5"/>
Jeannine Preston
A 104-year-old women who lives on the ground floor, visited weekly by Bristow to do the crossword together. A Forewarned, she was the sole survivor of an Elemental attack in Chaul, West India; fated to perish in a similar situation warning people and escalating it. #89 in Bristow's collection. Twice widowed and has estranged children, plans to leave her belongings to Clem. <ref name=":3"> Bonus Material: Borrowed Eyes Comic</ref> Likes Daniel's singing.
Kevin Noone
A massive jerk with an Evil Eye. Has a bad habit of using his eye on people who annoy him, such as an overbearing boss or annoying neighbor. <ref> "His neighbor who revved his truck engine at eight in the morning on Saturday, doing endless builds and rebuilds of the engine? Four fingers lost as the diesel tank exploded.
His demanding old boss at his last workplace had gone to jail for fourteen years for embezzlement. Kevin had done the embezzling, kept the money, bought a new car, and set the rest aside for buying a cabin. - Excerpt from Gone Ahead 7.a]</ref> Alexander Belanger believed that he would die at the hands of his girlfriend. Is #7 in Bristow's collection.
Madman (unnamed)
Saw something that broke him.<ref name=":2">“What’s his deal?” Lucy asked. “He’s a landlord in Ontario, and from what my Aunt Renee says, being a landlord in Ontario is a really bad idea. The tenant protections can make it a nightmare.”
“He keeps strange tenants. Some are complicated. A gilded lily, who stumbles on magic items by accident on a weekly or bi-weekly basis. Many are cursed. Someone who saw something so bent and broken it drove him around the bend. A child of a witch hunter who survived the rest of her family, who knows something is afoot in the shadows of this world. The pattern of that family seeks to wrap her up in its flows.” - Excerpt from Leaving a Mark 4.8</ref> Nicolette Belanger took some of his blood for her collection but felt bad for him and likely set him up with Bristow.<ref>The last was blood shed in madness. That one had struck a chord within her, after her taste of it. She had tried her hardest to arrange it so the young man had it easier, after. He was one of nine individuals she tried to keep tabs on. - Excerpt from Stolen Away 2.z</ref> He's close to his family in Winnipeg and getting therapy with the money he saves on rent living under Bristow.<ref>“I visit two of them,” Nicolette said. “Less often than I should. The boy who went mad. He’s so sweet. He has an apartment. It’s seven hundred dollars a month in Winnipeg for a one bedroom. It’s not especially nice, but with rent prices being what they are in the city, he’s paying half of what he might otherwise be spending. It’s not overly unkind, at least.”
“It might be if he’s being used,” Lucy said.
“It might be. But he’s getting therapy, with money he’s saving on rent. He’s close to family. This isn’t to excuse the landlord, but…” Nicolette shrugged with one shoulder. - Excerpt from Leaving a Mark 4.8</ref>
Overworker (unnamed)
Among those dissatisfied tenants who went to the BHI to confront Bristow. A young woman who works impossibly long hours at her data-entry job and can't keep track of time.<ref>“No response? That’s cool. Moving on, the young lady? She took me a little while to figure out. Not really my thing, you know? I thought, the way she’s working, the corporate overtime, she’d have to get promoted. Probably a young CEO. But no. She smokes like a chimney, and comes up to the rooftop, so we run into each other a lot. Got to talking. My first clue was that she wasn’t sure if it was AM or PM. She’s a basic data entry tech. Has been for a while. She can’t keep track of the days. The clock and calendar aren’t nice to her. You didn’t like the sound of working in a gas station, kid? [...] She works twenty-six hour days. Might be longer if you account for other weirdness. She doesn’t realize it, she can’t keep count, but she goes in, doesn’t come back to the apartment for a while. Then she arrives home, maybe watches some TV, has a smoke, might have a, uh, gentleman caller but can’t actually upgrade to having a boyfriend because she doesn’t have the time. [...] You know when it feels like your days take forever before they’re over? At school or whatever? [...] Hers actually take as long as those worst days feel like. She at least racks up some crazy overtime, nobody’s caught it. She sends the extra home to her mom to help get her out of debt, her mom wastes the money.” - Excerpt from Vanishing Points 8.2</ref>
Rae
Kevin Noone's girlfriend.<ref>Or were Ted or Kevin or Kevin’s girlfriend Rae somehow a defense against Alexander’s attention? - excerpt from Cutting Class 6.4</ref> Pretty, but seems somehow flat, and filled with endless hatred for outsiders.<ref>Verona looked at the woman, who was… it was weird. She was pretty, feature-wise, figure-wise, but dull. Dull, light brown, jaw-length hair with a wave to it, dull skin, muted dark green shirt and black shorts. She looked lost in thought as she exchanged words with Shellie.
Then she looked out at the students, including some of the older girls, and her expression changed for a moment. There were lines around her eyes, including pronounced ones running from the inside corners of her eyes along her nose, accented by the way the shade from the canopy hit her face. She looked at students who weren’t even facing her direction with contempt, with anger, maybe even hate.
Verona hadn’t seen much hate in her life. Not like that.
[...]
The woman circled around the table, and sat next to Bristow.
Kevin Noone, with the gelled up hair and the startling green eyes put an arm around her shoulders. She smiled at him, then dropped the smile like a lead weight as she looked out over the crowd again, her expression the same as before.
“Kevin’s girlfriend?” Verona asked.
“Looks like,” Lucy said, seeming satisfied. - Excerpt from Cutting Class 6.3</ref><ref>“Kevin Noone. Evil eye. Kind of sketchy, from the info we got.”
“What about the girl with him?”
“His victim, maybe. I’m not sure what happens when a person gets hit by the Evil Eye a lot but doesn’t die or whatever.”
“I can think of a few things,” Raquel said, twisting around to look over at the other table. “Vestige. 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.”
“Doesn’t really have that look to me,” Yadira said.
“She looks a little flat. Not chestwise, but…” Raquel observed.
Yadira gave her another look. “Mmm, yeah. Flat in other ways. Kind of.”
Raquel looked interested now. “If you push at someone hard enough, they can get knocked out of the place they’re meant to hold in life. Equal and opposite reaction?”- Excerpt from Cutting Class 6.3</ref> Kept with him by using his powers to trap her on his level. A different sort of Aware to Kevin as a result of constant exposure,<ref>Kevin Noone hasn’t found success or raised himself up, but he has a weapon and knows how to use it. He did end up letting his girlfriend go, but only because he found an especially attractive young woman he could bring down to his level and keep there.
[...]
He was taken in by Mr. Bristow, and Mr. Bristow elected to allow Kevin Noone’s girlfriend to move in as well, possibly because she became Aware as well, albeit of another subtype. - Bonus Material: Dossiers</ref> specifically an Intertwined.<ref>Gone Ahead 7.4</ref> Is #19 in Bristow's collection.<ref name=IC/>
Randall Morrow
A very sick man constantly dealing with the effects of diseases. Mild brain damage from one particularly serious medical treatment.<ref>Poor guy. Arlene was new enough she apparently hadn’t heard about Randall getting the actual bubonic plague, or that the rabies scare had been real. They’d given him a heat treatment to try to burn the rabies virus out of him, and it had given him mild brain damage.
She wondered, if he’d known, or if Mr. Bristow had told him he lived by different rules, then was there a chance he could have done something different? Was it that Randall was perpetually ill, or that he was perpetually ill but never actually died from it? Was there a possibility that he could have just… weathered the rabies virus? Was that even humanly possible? - Excerpt from back away 5.a</ref>
Roberto Figueroa
An abrasive man who rarely seems to face consequences for his actions.<ref name=":5">A big red pickup with oversized tires and all the trimmings sat in her parking spot. It was elevated, exposing the work that had been done to give it additional exhaust pipes, and had a decal across the back that read ‘GO HOME FAT CHICKS’.
With the way it was parked, it simultaneously occupied Mrs. Preston’s parking spot. And William Love’s, and the parking spot of the hoarder in room thirty-seven. It sat diagonally, centered on the point where the four spots met.
Frigging Mr. Figueroa.
She could have called the tow company, but she’d been around the block on this one. She’d been around the block on a lot of fronts. Roberto Figueroa wouldn’t get towed. He was pretty much invincible when it came to that stuff. If anything, he would thrive on skating by. Deborah in fifteen had called a noise complaint on him at the start of the year, and the cop that ended up arriving was Roberto’s buddy from a few years ago. The cop and Roberto both had laughed in poor Deb’s face when she insisted on the law.
[...]
[Clementine] was one of the only people Roberto didn’t come after, and about the only thing that slowed him down was being an asshole right back. - Excerpt from interlude 5.a</ref> He is a quirk in the Karmic system in that when he benefits from things others would find detrimental to their karma.<ref>Roberto, he’s like this calculating error in the karmic calculations of the universe. The more he’s an asshole, the better off he is, karmically. He steals a car, cops come, he bails, turns out the house he left the car at is this kid he doesn’t like, who doesn’t know what’s going on, says the wrong thing, is wearing the wrong color shirt, and the kid gets in trouble instead. Acts like a jerk, gets the girl.
[...]
“Karma’s not exactly about being nice and getting rewarded for nice. It’s about keeping the systems running smoothly. But that’s a whole tangent I don’t want to get into. Point is, for him, it’s about being the jerk. He lies, gets reward money, picks a fight, the kid he punched gets in trouble.” - Excerpt from Cutting Class 6.3</ref>
Screamer (unnamed)
Lets out a scream every hour on the hour. Used to be next door to Clem before she changed apartments.<ref name=":0" />
Sharon Griggs
A racist Skeptic streamer.
Appearance
Short fit white lady who dresses up like a burglar in the field.
Personality
Sharon is quite unpleasant, caustic, violent, and racist. She aspires to be a social media star, and has a small following (roughly 600 subscribers). Her most popular videos are of the "myth debunking" type.
Shellie Alitzer
Daniel's sister and caretaker. A Bright Eyed woman who hunts Fae. Is #13 in Bristow's collection.<ref name=IC/>
Personality
She smokes and can seem alternately hyper and agitated<ref>Shellie took a seat at the stage’s edge, lit up a cigarette, and began smoking, which prompted some students to relocate. She was all agitation, leg bouncing, hand gripping the stage’s edge, looking around at everything and nothing.
[...]
Shellie’s unending agitation off to the side was visually distracting, compared to Bristow’s stillness. - Excerpt from Cutting Class 6.4</ref> or blankly, light-heardedly sociopathic. She seems to dislike rules and magic.<ref>Shellie Alitzer stood in the doorway, expression blank, silver all over her body glittering.
Avery clenched her fists.
“I had no idea what I was doing,” Shellie said. “Couldn’t see in the dark, bumped into her.”
[...]
Shellie shrugged. “I see a big keep out sign and I get curious, sue me. I’m good at ducking through barriers.”
[...]
“Well,” Shellie said. “Hate to interrupt, but you guys seem like the sort to talk forever and I actually did slip in here to pass on a message.”
“I think you’ve delivered an adequate message, Ms. Alitzer,” Alexander said.
“Nah,” Shellie said. She pushed past Brie, stepping into the puddle and tracking the wet across the chalk. “I’d take my shoes off before entering, but fuck niceties, right?”
Avery tensed as Shellie got closer.
“We saved your brother,” Avery said.
“Was that you? Huh, small world. Now get out of my way.”
[...]
Shellie walked out, casual, feet splashing in the puddle of juice. On her way out, she kicked the little bit of wood that was propping the door open, and it swung closed.
[...]
“Do you have any humanity at all?”
Shellie’s eyes widened, her hand going to her mouth and then her heart in mock shock. “If you see any, can you let me know? I’ve got some freshly sharpened blades, I’ll cut it right out.” - Excerpt from Cutting Class 6.5</ref> To counter Faerie manipulation, she's made herself impossible to deal with, empathize with, easily manipulate or persuade.<ref>“Faerie make deals,” Verona said. “They’re really, really, really good at it, slipping in tricks in wording, baiting you in, messing with you, whatever else. Shellie and people like her counter Faerie.”
“Makes more sense now, how the file on her said they don’t live long,” Lucy said.
“She seems like she changed her mindset. Maybe on purpose, retraining her brain. Maybe automatically, being Bright-Eyed. Made herself literally impossible to deal with. Unwilling to be reasonable or equitable or fair, unwilling to stick to deals, unwilling to see other points of view.”
“Except looking after Daniel,” Avery said, rounding out the thought. “And following Bristow, I guess.” - Excerpt from Cutting Class 6.5</ref>
Appearance
27, has extensive body modifications (piercings, grafts, tattoos etc.) made with Fae-taught skill but they are mostly covered by clothing in public.<ref>Bonus Material: Dossiers</ref>
When seen at the BHI, her piercings included a harp-like arrangement of string and wire on one arm, a belt at her waist that threaded through skin as well as trouser loops, nails through the tips of her fingers, and a variety of charms and bells, all in silver. Even her belt buckle is silver. She also had what seemed like silver paint in her hair.<ref>At the side of the building, two women had emerged. One of them had fine wire threaded in and out of her skin, harp-like arrangements of string worked through the wire down one arm, designs burned into skin and surrounded with tattoo work, and dangling charms hooked into flesh or other piercings, that included bells and glittering ornaments. Her hair was long, more of a mane than anything else, and it looked like she’d emptied a can of silver spray paint into it, making it stiff and prone to sticking up.
She walked with a slouch, and even though her eyes were light blue, they looked dark, like a storm was simmering. She wore a black t-shirt with cuts in it, and a stick figure on the front in silver glitter, which Verona liked. The other part, which she put less in the ‘like’ bucket, was only what she could make out from a distance, a braided black leather belt threaded through belt loops… where the loops were extended loops in her jeans that could reach up an inch, and a matching set of slits in her skin that the belt could disappear into and emerge from, for her very slow slung jeans.
[...]
Shellie turned to glance at them, scratched at her head with fingernails that had silver nail-like decorations sticking out of them, then settled in at the bench. - Excerpt from Cutting Class 6.3</ref><ref>“It’s all silver,” Avery noted. “Silver paint, silver wire running down her arm…”
Raquel’s eyes flashed. “Silver studs beneath her skin, silver belt buckle, silver nails sticking out of her nailbeds.”
[...]
“Silver’s a solid anti-Faerie measure,” Yadira said. “Most courts are opposed by silver in some fashion. Except Winter. If you raise silver against Winter, you’re as good as finished. That’s the gamble. It makes sense, as default wear for a Bright Eyed. I wonder if she changes it out depending on the Faerie she’s up against.” - Excerpt from Cutting Class 6.3</ref>
Thea
Friend of Sharon and fellow Skeptic, also a livestreamer.
Ted Havens
A Worold man who lived through a time-loop, fighting a Primeval over and over again until he triumphed. Very skilled and Karmically blessed, but unwilling to fight when unnecessary.<ref>General Notes: Alongside the Gilded Lily, one of the most powerful and problematic people in residence at Sargent Ave Hall, albeit for entirely different reasons. Ted is not only a man who enjoys the benefits of being technically Innocent, but he did enter into mortal combat with a creature larger than his hometown and strong enough to give all but the uppermost gods pause, and drove it off for another few centuries. The world-weary tend to have exceptional karma, either exceptionally good or bad, but almost always to a level and degree that surpasses what an ordinary person could achieve in a lifetime. Ted is one of these people, enjoying the karma of literal countless lifetimes well lived. When he does leave the complex, he does so because he believes it serves the greater good. This isn’t always or even often the case. - Bonus Material: Dossiers</ref> For instance, he has devised an antiseptic salve made from common Canadian plants.<ref>It was Ted, approaching from the direction of the field. The man who’d lived the first thirty-something years of his life countless times.
“You were bruised in the fight,” Ted spoke, looking at Lucy. “How are you now?”
“We’ll see, I guess.”
“I devised a salve made using some common leaves in Canadian woodlands. I see three of the ingredients here, and I’ve seen the fourth closer to the school. It helps to fight infection.”
“No thank you. I’m pretty sure it’s only bruises.”
“It should be,” Ted said. - Excerpt from Cutting Class 6.7</ref>
He gives off a wise, older-than-he-seems vibe.<ref>“Okay,” Lucy said. “Ted Havens. Got caught in some time loop. Relived his life a bunch. To fight some massive monster. Ended the loop, walked out with a few centuries of life experience.”
“Hmm,” Yadira made a sound. “He has that vibe. You see it with some Others. Wise, old.” - Excerpt from Cutting Class 6.3</ref> He dresses cheaply but his confidence makes it work for him.<ref>By contrast, Ted Havens looked like he’d picked up his clothes at a thrift shop and cut his own hair, but he wore it well. He looked confident and at ease enough that she imagined he could visit a red carpet event and not get called out for wearing a decade-old t-shirt and drawstring hemp slacks. - Excerpt from Cutting Class 6.7</ref> His back is a mess of scars.<ref>She eyed Shellie, who had waltzed into the room from the side door, and through the window she could see Ted, who was outside, exercising in a Tai chi type style. He had a big mess of gouges on his back that looked like they had puckered and maybe even gotten infected before scarring over. He didn’t seem bothered by it. - Excerpt from Cutting Class 6.4</ref>
Is #3 in Bristow's collection.<ref name=IC>
- Ted — Kevin — Shellie — Rae
They were surrounded by numbers, by markings. Arcs were drawn between cards, and notes were made beside the arcs. Respective to their names were cards and numbers. 3, 7, 13, 19. - Excerpt from Gone Ahead 7.a</ref> He went with Bristow when his landlord visited the Blue Heron Institute.
William Love
Nothing is known about him but his name; had his parking spot stolen by Figueroa.<ref name=":5" />
Witch Hunter Girl (unnamed)
The daughter of some Witch Hunters. Her family is dead, but the tradition that surrounded them pushes her toward taking up their mantle.<ref name=":2" /> The Elusive Man helps to distract her tendencies to investigate without her ever catching him.<ref name=":1" />
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