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Name: Calcite

Biography: He has only the faintest memories of his past life- the lingering scent of ozone and fresh rain over the salty tang of sea air. He wakes up with memories of intense red eyes, and his fingers remember the texture of silky hair the same colour as the night sky; a depthless blue-black.
It ended badly, he recalls that much; the strongest memories, the ones that haunt him in the midnight hours are ones of pain and guilt, of a hot dusty city and a battle that he thinks he wants no part in. It's explosions and screaming and blood, and he has the feeling that he died without honour.

A traitor whom none will mourn.

But he knows that this is a second chance, and this time he isn't going to fight anyone's battles for them.

Likes: Loud music, dancing, watching fireworks while laying in the sand, stargazing, good food and good company, the prickling feeling under his skin just as a storm is about to roll in

Dislikes: Bad food, people who cheat at cards, when his motorcycle breaks down, small bugs, unfriendly people, when people can tell what he's thinking

Seasonings: Three shots of espresso, false smiles, gunpowder explosive, sandalwood shavings, rosemary, engine grease, cinnamon, vanilla pods, a tuft of wolf fur

Skills: Mechanical engineering, developing and building explosives, staying awake for days on end, running when things go wrong, sleight of hand, drawing, pretending that everything is perfectly fine when all is going to hell