A name! (This is always the hardest part for me...)

Orion grew up as Harry Smith, and still uses that name outside of the Alphas. He's a young human male, skin tone and features suggests a heritage from central america. Indeed his father moved to Seattle from Aztlan and settled down here. Harry's father worked hard, something difficult to do sometimes but always imprinted into his children that a proper human does an honest days work, supports his family and his friends, and generally doesn't complain or rant but endures. Harry has a sister and had an older brother, maybe he still has btw, but Harry's father and mother (a local girl) were devoted members of the Humanis Policlub. When Harry's bigger brother goblinized he was cast out and has not been seen since then. Harry's mother felt so guilty that she fell ill, and succumbed to a "metahuman spread" disease a few yeas later when Harry was in his teens. Harry was a devout policlub member as a child, but his fathers hard work allowed him to attend school and he adopted a more liberal point of view. When his brother left, he secretly decided this was not for him. So Harry finished school and then promptly left home.

Harry worked where he could, carrying crates or serving in restaurants. Life was hard but he did what he could. One day he passed by a rally, people talking about just the things his father had preached: skill, an honest days work and they said material wealth would follow. He stopped, someone noticed and recruited him to the Sons of Apollo - it wasn't that hard, as Harry's personal views were more or less aligned. He remembered Winternight and how frightened he'd been when all that happened and all this anti-magic made sense, mae a lot of sense and so he adopted that view too.

With the help of the policlub he moved to a block close to the Seattle headquarters entirely populated by members. The place was clean and well kept, everybody knew their neighbors, everybody helped each other and everyone worked hard. It's a nice place and a perfect example of how the Sons wish things to be.

Harry has a nice way and a likable look, and even participated in some rallies. He talked to people and helped recruit them, and the members upstairs noticed him. He was pointed in the direction of the Alphas and spent some time getting tested and passed (since he believes in the policlubs doctrine, is morally flexible and listens to the higher-ups) and is now a member under the name "Orion". He took the name himself as he enjoys stalking and tracking, and he thinks about learning how to use a bow some day when he has some spare time. And motivation.

He always liked the dogs hanging around the schools back yard when he was a teen, and to everyones amazement they didn't rend him limb from limb. He spent a lot of time with them during his upbringing, ran the streets at night and even picked up a puppy. His parents didn't let him keep it, but when he moved out the first thing he did after getting a place to live was getting two dogs. Now they're three grown up and he has two puppies, a few birds and a large aquarium.

Now Orion is 21 years old, currently between girlfriends and lives with his animals in a somewhat nice part of town. He constantly munches on Azzie snacks and complains about a headache if he has to go without.

Hmm... sure I've forgotten things. Just ask me and I'll fill it in.

So ya wanna know about Malleus? Meh, you’ve been tipping well I guess I could tell you some of what I know. First off his name is Marcus, but don’t let that get out. He’s somewhere around 27 years old now. He grew up with his sister here in Redmond. Dunno what’s up with their parents, hell I doubt he does, never talks about em at least. Him and his sister were small time hustlers, they’d run card scams, trade bits of tech and sell whatever they could scavenge off the street. Only thing that made them any different than every other pair of street kids in the plex was that his sister, Labrador was a dog shaman. She only knew a few spells but she helped run their scams and the two were fiercely loyal to each other.

About 7 years ago though that all changed, Lab caught wind of some stash of Yak BTL’s that had been dumped in Puyallup and they both went into Glow City to try and track them down. A clan of feral ghouls attacked them and somehow they got separated. Malleus made it back to Redmond about a day later, a bit scratched up, but none the worse for wear. Lab though was missing for a week and when she finally made it back to their squat something about her had changed. She was aggressive, even towards her brother, and their scams, which usually ended with the pair running as fast as they could and disappearing in the warren of alleys that made up Redmond started turning into fistfights and worse.

Things came to a head one day when Lab stabbed a friend of theirs after she got caught stealing a dehydrated soyburger from him. Malleus confronted her and within a few minutes it had escalated in a full scale screaming match. It was only then that Labs new nature finally revealed itself full force. Something had happened to Dog during that week she was lost in Glow City, he’d become a toxic and like the feral dog that she became, she turned on those who’d previously deserved her undying loyalty. Unfortunately for Malleus he almost found out too late. Lab summoned a spirit of beasts that took the form of a rabid pit bull and sicced it on Malleus. As Malleus wrestled with the dog he frantically threw a brick at his sister in an attempt to get her to call the spirit off. It struck her in the head and she collapsed to the ground. Several of their other friends managed to beat the spirit until it dissipated saving Malleus’ life. Unfortunatly the same could not be said for his sister. The brick had shattered her skull knocking her into a coma that she never woke up from. She died about a week later.

Since then Malleus has held a deep and abiding distrust of mages and an outright hatered of toxics. After all if his sister, one of the strongest people he knew could become a toxic shaman what could be said of all the other mages out there. He sees mages as ticking time bombs until their magic can be burnt out of them. He has a tough time blaming the mages themselves instead viewing magic as a curse that must be cured. Toxic’s are abominations and he’ll go out of his way to hunt down and destroy them but he views average mages or shamans with a combination of pity and concern. He began using his skills and street smarts for the Sons of Apollo and his connections with Seattles underground has made his rise within the policlub almost meteoric.

Malleus lives in a nice apartment in downtown Seattle somewhere. He keeps a Welsh Corgi named Lab to remind himself of his sister as she was. For the past two years he has had a rather stormy on again off again relationship with a Topless waitress at some higher end club in the buisness district. I think they’re more off than on right now, I havn’t seen her come by with him in a few weeks but they always end up back together. He’s sometimes in here with a cop… can’t remember his name off the top of my head though.

Malleus is 27 years old. He is average height for an elf and keeps his hair in a neat business like cut. His left forearm has a latticework of scars across it, reminders of when his sister’s spirit attacked him. He usually dresses like a professional, black suit dark glasses and stylish gloves but it has only been a few years since he got off the streets so he still remembers how to dress down without sticking out like an elf in the ork underground.

Null

Description
Null is a tall but thin young man, long-limbed with a wiry build. His hair is dyed a stark white, Unkempt and spikey. His cybereyes are cyan, and sometimes he forgets to blink for too long, creeping people out. He has an old scar on his forehead. He usually wears business casual clothing, except in areas where it would stand out, where he dresses down with palpable relief - he is more accustomed to street punk clothing, but feels that being well-dressed is part of accepting the credo of the Sons of Appollo. This has notably improved his hygiene, too, but despite his nappy attire, he is still often a bit rumpled and unkempt looking.

Background
You have heard that Null was a chiphead squatter on the downward spiral towards burnout, before being brought into the Sons of Appollo. He certainly seems to have adopted the credo of the Sons of Appollo with a born-again kind of zeal. He may not be a BTL addict any longer, but he still seems a bit "off" - facial tics, manic-depressive episodes, odd little habits, and a tendency to either drone pedantically about things that he doesn't quite seem to understand (Sun Tzu quotes when they don't really apply to the situation, etc.), or to mumble incoherently. He is shy to the point of incoherency around women in any kind of relaxed social situation. He has adopted a health food kick, going on about his protein shakes and supplements, but occasionally he will snap and binge on junk food at a Stuffer shack.

He gained his position as an Alpha by displaying the ability to follow sometimes distasteful orders without question, and by demonstrating an aptitude for remorseless violence when needed. He is rumored to have received extensive bodywork - at the very least, he has cybereyes and enhanced reflexes, as well as a ghastly weapon - a monofilament whip hidden in a fingertip compartment.

Those who have worked with him can attest to his ability in combat, and he is decent at jobs that require some sneaking around, too. He follows orders well, but sometimes can seem a bit lost when he doesn't have any orders

Null lives in an upscale place in Ballard, and tries to keep his biz far away from there. His apartment is fairly spatious, well-furnished if a bit spartan, and obsessively neat (the housekeeping bot does a good job, although it occasionally gets stuck in a corner and has to be nudged out).

Tariq rarely uses his real name in public. Within the Sons of Apollo he goes by Joseph M'Kenzie, though when working he uses the name High Rise, a nick name given to him due to how he lives. He prefers to live in upscale high rises in at least A districts. He also tends to dress like an A district wage slave, part of fitting into the identity he says, but he seems to be at home in his suit and designer sunglasses.

When he was growing up his parents were "Professional Nerds" as they put it. They lived on Ares land, went to Ares matrix clubs, their lives were Ares. This doesn't mean they were as ignorant as the wage slaves they monitored. They knew about the subtle propaganda, the information control, and a few other things that they weren't supposed to.

When the crash in '65 happened the world was thrown into chaos. They had a couple of choices, stay at Ares and live for the company, or get out of the life and regain some of their freedom. The crash is the only thing that made this possible. Biometric readers, the Grid, RFID readers, just about anything that could have detected them was dead. That was fine for Tariqs parents, they were leaving a controlled life. All Tariq knew was that his life is being turned upside down. He was being dragged out of town and nothing was working.

About when they reached Sonomish he had had enough. That is where he got off. He's 16, and can handle himself. They might have wanted to leave but he didn't. So they left Alfred with him. They continued into the cascades and set up shop with the Cascade Orks. Currently they run a remote data backup site.

As news got out about the crash and people realized mages were behind it the awakened became the new group it was ok to hate. Now, 5 years later, that hate is still around in most people and everyone else just distrusts mages. Tariq sees mages as someone that need to be monitored, similar to what his parents did to people at desks he does to people in ritual lodges. When one is up to no good he figures out a way of stopping them, usually with well disguised drones. Until he joined the Sons of Apollo.

The Sons of Apollo approched Tariq after geeking a toxic mage they had their eye on. He was quick and with this one as subtle as a troll. They convinced him to join them as a Alpha, one of their front line against all the Winternights out there.

There's always something unusual going on at a bar this crowded. You notice:
- A cute young elf waitress watches you talk to Greta. You don't recognize her.
- A human man standing near the bathroom holds an ice pack on his crotch.
- Two men stagger out the door after you enter, singing what sounds like a corporate anthem. You don't know the song (or company).