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Name: Addins Mckay
Gender: Man
Race: Human
Profession: Logician
Appearance: Addins is a bit of an unassuming character, a dishevled mass of black hair falling on a pair of rounded spectacles that sit in front of dark green eyes. He takes a tidy organized outfit with his tweed jacket, grey slacks, white linen dress shirt and brown silk vest. He has a satchel of books hanging off his side wherever he might be and wears a pair of black dress boots, ever a trouble for him to shine in the morning All on a thin, somehat average form.
Personality: A relatively kind man, with a bright and sunny personality, even his enemies find him quite approachable. His trouble lies in his insatiable curiosity, and desire to understand how nearly all things work, and he can be quite bothersome, or lose his sense of place when encountering something he has not seen before. And in a world like this that comes quite often.
Background: Ad grew up in a relatively small and mobile town full of bandits and cutthroats. His parents had him moved around a lot, visiting some new town while they secretly, or obviously razed and robbed the places. He himself was not formally brought up as a bandit though, instead he was expected to become the next town Wiseguy. The leader and mastermind who would assure prosperity as the years passed by. Yet his education from various stolen tomes only really inspired in him an interest in all things, and at some point in the night he crept off from his town after beating a few of his good friends down, so that he might find a life out in the world where people were not screaming at his arrival so loud as to ignore his burning questions.

Through his travels he has taken up the title Logician, or man of logic who attempts to work out and understand everything he sees. Unfortunately his upbringing has not done much to give him a proper concept of personal belonging or space, and while his services are appreciated he has been forced out of a town or twelve for blunt thievery. But he continues on, sure that no one person is above the search for answers.
Abilities: Born to be a leader, raised by tricksters and thieves, and more than a fair bit smart Ad has gotten by quite a bit on his bare wits, his capable skill with his hands, his disarming personality and his lack of understanding the meaning of honor.

Underhanded: When Ad has come to the idea that he no longer has a firm grasp of a situation, and all his logic will not save him. Or if he is certain the best move is a fight he has fairly good knowledge of releasing a quick and brutal cheap shot to the groin, or groin equivalent on a spirit.

Non-Sequitor: Ad has an absurd habit of totally ruining the flow of a situation with a sudden phrase of his own curious nature. He has stopped a whole riot with one awkwardly dropped word that just made everyone respond with a sort of confused, "What." He will often use this as a chance to indulge in his curiosities if allowed.

Little Details: Ad, while often caught up in his own matters, is by no means lacking in senses. Quite the opposite. Even in the most hectic of scenes his eyes have a habit of picking up all the little things others might miss.

Trust me: People just seem to want to listen to Ad, things he says just make sense.

Unphased: It takes quite a lot to shake the nerve of a man who has seen the level of evil that Ad has.

Seen it Coming: Addin's keen senses tend to let him know when to get out of the way. If an attack is notably telegraphed, or a projectile is not incredibly fast he can usually dip out of the way barring he has a terrain error.

JUST SHUT UP: Despite himself Addins may continue to try to ask questions in the middle of battle, at times about the most terrible of things. The point is to inspire aggravation in his opponent, and when they reach the point where they are doing stupid things just to make him stop, he can unleash a devastating physical flurry based on their now quite predictable moves.
Involvement: A few days ago he heard about a City way out somewhere, a place that seemed to be growing at a rather interesting pace. Folks hearing about it only had distant images, and momentary explanations. And without details his curious itch desired a desperate scratching, so he packed his bag up and moved in, sure to find out what was happening!