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Personality

The scion of a minor British impoverished aristocratic family, Phillip is penniless and living rough, yet still maintains the manners and fastidiousness of an aristocrat. Much of this, however, is an act. He pretends to be naive and ineffectual, simply because it makes potential enemies take him less seriously. In fact, under his shabby but highly expensive suit are hard, whipcord muscles, and an ability for dirty fighting that would make most wharf-rats run for cover rather than face him. He peers shortsightedly out through effeminate-looking pince-nez, , yet in fact he has perfect vision, and the lenses are of plain glass. He wrinkles his nose fastidiously at a speck of dirt, yet he'll wade through shit to get to a clue he wants. He's a crack shot, but hides his gun until it's needed - "Guns? Nasty, noisy things - they frighten me a little". He can quote Cicero and Shakespeare at the drop of a hat, but he can also impersonate a Bowery tough or a hobo and few could see through his pretense. After a life-threatening situation he's been in the thick of, he'll shamefacedly spread a rumor he was hiding under the table the whole time. Weaknesses - pretty faces and stacked figures tend to impair his judgment, and he's not too good at taking orders. Oh, and don't get him started on one of his stories...