Ian Specter

Once Ian was the epitome of class. Well styled hair, sharp suits, expensive watches, every inch the competent numbers man for any company or group that would have him. Since suffering his loss he has become the opposite. Disheveled, unkempt, ragged. He has traded in the bespoke suits for sturdy canvas and let his hair grow out. One of the few callbacks to his previous life is the watch he still wears. It still runs smoothly, the perfectly engineered gears and springs ticking away in precision, but the bright shine has lost its glow. A near perfect microcosm for the owner.