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i. Religion . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Catholicism.
ii. Birthplace . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Boston, United States.
iii. Occupation . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Bodyguard.
iv. Morality Alignment . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Neutral Good.
Identifying Trait: Walks with a hunch, as though he's constantly slouching.
I. SANIWA
WINE MAN, A MAN COVERED IN WINE.
xxxTo say that Claire Stanfield is a man of duality would be quite accurate. Big smiles, friendly banter, and tall tales describe his first impression quite well. He presents himself as a jubilant-if not slightly spontaneous personality with a penchant for trips to new places. However, one should not mistake his magnetism for nicety; he only extends charisma to people he wants to impress. Otherwise, Claire will not make the effort to hide his inherent volatility. He has a hard time separating himself from his achievements so he takes criticism very personally. The redhead makes no effort to hide his volatility nor immaturity when people attribute his achievements to others. During his childhood, his parents equated oneâs merits with usefulness and he internalized that principle. Therefore, Claire has a selective respect for authority. In general, he feels that rank is meaningless and isnât incapable of challenging his superiors, Gallant âLuckâ Gandor, excluded. As his bodyguard, Claire does not question Gandor.
xxxClaire sees the Gandor as a pragmatic figure who fills a void left in his past. More than the money and the innovation, Luck glides through his non-Saniwa responsibilities, acting as an example and mentor to the younger man. He sees a self made man who does not use his background as an excuse for his shortcomings. Claire, on the contrary, often inquires if heâs defined by his past. Despite attempts to renew himself, his past actions always remind him of his emotional impulsivity. His father, Benjamin Stanfield, never spent the money given to his family on anything nice even though he reaped benefits of being a World War I veteran. He preferred staying inside and nursing his leg injury with a cigar and an old book. Benjamin could not deal with the noise, delivering Claire or his brother a swift lashing whenever they were too loud for his tastes. Claire hated being home; his motherâs attempts to calm him down only bolstered his decision to leave his household.
xxxWith only twenty dollars in his pocket (a product of lifting coins from his father and random pennies on the street), he hopped the nearest train to New York City, the city that never sleeps. Perhaps by moving elsewhere he might find more support. It started in the train that he hopped, running along its side for a good fifteen minutes before he would land in an open boxcar. He sat for three weeks on and off, legs dangling out the side with a man named Eowen. At first, Claire noticed some inconsistencies: he never ate or drank, he talked about things that were out of date, and disappeared at night. They were all good questions to ask, but he felt too uncomfortable to ask until hearing the legends of the Rail Tracer. They came mostly from other vagabonds who came and went as they crossed state lines.
xxxâThe Rail Tracer is covered in black.â âHe pushes people off the train after midnight.â âIf you see him youâre as good as bumped off!â Claire felt it odd that he never saw the specter in question, but he did notice Eowen missing whenever he woke up in the middle of the night. When he finally gathered the courage to ask the older male, Claire found himself nearly thrown off the roof, but his attitude impressed Eowen enough to tell his tale. Normally this would have been the time that most ran away, but both fear and sympathy led Claire to continue listening. Like Claire, he had a need to leave his past behind and travel where the road would take him, but chose trains rather than settling in New York. Neither of them went any deeper into the conversation, but once they reached Brooklyn, Eowen warned Claire that a new setting didnât necessarily mean a new life. The Irishman merely thanked the ghost before waving to the air.
xxxAs it turned out, the Rail Tracer would be the nicest that a person treated him for at least a year. The Great Depression hit worse than an old man driving a jalopy. It started with him bouncing around jobs to underground fight clubs to even (unsuccessful) panhandling. The problem he soon learned wasnât just the red hair because he could cover that with his hat. Everyone was poor. Shops closed earlier and earlier, some shut down completely, and when Black Tuesday hit Claire was both guilty and glad that he kept his scratch in a dufflebag.
xxxNot much changed as he already had a terrible time getting a job, but now he could fall to bread lines without any shame. His loneliness motivated him to make small talk with the strangers around him which helped train his conversational skills. Somedays everyone gave him radio silence, some he got a few words out, but few ever stayed. Often times they would be friends one day and complete strangers the next.
Graham was not one of those people.
xxxFrom the moment Graham opened his mouth, it was jokes, stories, and playful ribbing of the sights (and occasionally) the people around them. âWould yaâ look at all those cracks in the road? They could break a momâs back.â âIf the windows are the same as the curtains, what about your rug?â âWould you stop fuming? You look like a steamed tomato.â Granted, Claire nearly slapped him for that last one, but a swift apology and some self-deprecation seemed to calm the redhead. Graham would ramble on about the motor business, his run-ins with the mafia (which turned out to be only rumors), and the movies he snuck into when the ushers werenât looking. He felt like a man from the heart of the town, the essence of the New York working class.
xxxClaire subconsciously turned on the charm and tried his best to pass the time while they waited for their singular slice of bread to get them through the day. He didnât have much to tell so he recounted stories by his of the infamous âRail Tracerâ (which Graham really did not believe), fighting in the underground, or just asked Graham more about his life. They werenât all that similar, which made conversations shallow, but Claire respected his mechanical skill as well as the blonde's open ear (on the rare occasion that Claire felt comfortable sharing them). On the other side, Graham acknowledged Claireâs gumption and lack of regard when it came to challenging others. Graham often chided Claireâs knee jerk reactions, saying that not all things were worth arguing for. His uncle had a small shop fixing fixing appliances. It paid near nothing and he would need to learn the trade but they had space in one of the closets to lay down a blanket. Claire gladly took the offer, but only after realizing that the blonde was, in fact, making an offer. Both of them acknowledged the level of pride they held onto in spite of their status so neither of them wanted to act as though they expected handouts. Graham in particular loved the feeling of buying real food with his money, but always refused gifts or tried to share them with the church.
xxxOver the years heâd resented being raised Catholic as most of the children in elementary school made fun of him, but more importantly, the lack of results. God never fixed his father the way his mother promised he would when Claire prayed. Still, he wanted something to hold onto and it was nice having a holy body to confide in. On one occasion, he stayed approached the priest, but freaked out when he saw him exorcising a young woman. As it turned out, the priest was a Spiritualist Saniwa who worked in New York City scouting potential trainees. He explained the truth behind ghosts and showed him the nature of Artifacts before the two of them began training. Claire was to come to night lessons at the church. Graham, being a non-Saniwa, did not believe him, but humored him enough to vouch for day shifts to his uncle.
xxxUnfortunately, his mugger begged to differ. When Claire broke the story to Graham that someone pulled a gun on him, the blonde lacked an answer or direction. Going to the police without an identity would not solve anything. They couldnât duke it out either because this was far after the fact. Graham merely reassured Claire that he would be safe so long as he left earlier or carried a knife. Of course, that wasnât the entire truth and Graham knew that so he began pressing Claire for more.
xxxFeeling threatened, Claire told his friend to stay out of it, escalating from a small argument to full on yelling until one of them finally snapped.
xxxIt wasnât his proudest moment, probably his lowest point but unlike with the mugger he told his priest the whole truth. Behind the screen they couldnât see his pained expressions, the fact that he needed to wash himself twice to get all the blood off, or that he dragged Grahamâs wrench the entire way out of some strange compulsion. Perhaps it was his conscience punishing him or trying to retain some piece of Graham with him. Either way, the relief he felt from confession and the words of the father gave him the confidence to ask for penance. Of course, God had an interesting way of nudging sinners toward the path of light and in his case, the act of contrition.
xxxAfter months of laying low, the redheadâs funds dried up so he needed a new way to bring in money. He turned to the one place where it all started: the underground. All he needed to do was throw his money into the pot and fight. If he won, he took the cash, if he lost, he left with nothing (which was honestly near what he threw in). Thugs, failed boxers, and the impoverished all gathered in the ring, fighting one versus one until one man stood tall; in this case that happened to be Claire. Seven bodies and two broken knuckles later, they were declaring a blood-splattered âWine Manâ the winner. Claire had tried to coin the more sophisticated âVino," but his earlier matches burned him into effigy. It should have been easy then to retrieve the cash and leave, but the Stanfield felt someoneâs eyes boring into him. They werenât the kind of eyes of some swell (not to be confused with being wonderful, but rather a rich man), but a wise guy who could stare into your soul by glancing your way. It unnerved him so Claire responded the only way he knew how: challenging him to a fight. Sure enough, the man humored him...but the man also turned out to be one Gallant Gandor. He hadnât known at the time, but the Gandor could have wiped the floor with him. It was a good thing that he liked the redheadâs moxie because he ended up bloodier than in any of the other fights.
xxxUpon actually acquainting themselves with one another, Claire could only offer an uneasy smile at Gandorâs job offer. What type of person just punched a guy in the face and then asked him to be a bodyguard? He soon realized that the type of person Gandor was, was a competitor (if that was the proper usage). Hunting, football, and especially horse racing fascinate him as does the thrill of a bet; nothing brought him more excitement than throwing money at the track. For Claire, gambling brought bad memories of neighbors being beaten for their debts, so betting for Gallant was nerve-wracking. What if he took it out of Claireâs paycheck? He supposed that it was the risk that one took when betting and the same risk that Gallant took when he hired him. In short, Claire, himself a sober realist for the most part, is attracted to Luckâs sense of elevating, romantic idealism.
xxxGallant Gandor brought Claire more than just a room to stay. The Gandor brought Claire something he never could have had, even as a high ranking Saniwa: respect. Gallantâs influence, by extension, earned Claire respect from Saniwa society. Even in an allegedly harmonious organization, there still existed a hierarchy among Saniwa and the Irish sat near the bottom. Becoming Gallant Gandorâs bodyguard, however, changed peopleâs perspectives. Being Luckâs guardian meant upward mobility and connections to Saniwa heâd never be in the same room with and in some ways it did. Walking beside his boss silenced his detractors from making comments about his lowly background or improper speech and he relished those moments even when they came to an end. When Gandor wasnât around however, his employees would scoff at the idea of working under an Irishman (even if they were on the upswing). Nicknames like âWic," âLeprechaun,â âCat-Lick,â and âSIDâ were the Sterling-appropriate ones, but occasionally less kind ones would remind Claire of where he came from. In those cases, Claire kept his replies brusque, but fair as he had to keep appearances lest one of them report to Gandor.
xxxNowadays he tries to keep up appearances for the sake of being a Rank A Saniwa (try being the keyword). Those who have worked with him will attest that he is a good learner, but a terrible teacher. He does well to finish his assignments; however, he canât delegate tasks efficiently nor give his squad mates a proper idea of how to . Despite his judgment of another Saniwaâs worth, he lacks the experience to properly utilize the strengths and weaknesses of his team members and more often than not, leaves them to fend for themselves after reviewing his semblance of a plan.
Skills:x Martial Arts, Acrobatics, Exorcism, Ghost Identification, Mechanics.
Known Languages:x English (fluent, Boston accent), Gaelic (limited), German (limited).
Likes/Interests:x Alcohol, Reading, Movies, Sports, Jazz, Gambling.
Dislikes:x Criticism, Lack of validation, Raw Tomatoes, Hot Weather, Tedium.
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Faceclaim: Claire Stanfield (Baccano!).
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WT / 77 KG
TYPE / COMBAT
AGE / 8 YEARS OLD
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AWAKENED SKILL / "PENNIES FROM HEAVEN"
Can attract small metal objects to himself for short amounts of time. The duration correlates to the amount of spirit his Saniwa provides.
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A MAGNETIC PERSONALITY.
xxxThe Diamond 12-inch Adjustable Wrench came into the original Grahamâs possession as the result of a poker game sometime around the late 1920s that mostly, functioned as a toy since jobs were few and far between. Most of the time he and Claire feigned sword fights with it and other tools (usually pipes), but occasionally they would fix old appliances or make house calls.
xxxDuring those times Graham was blue to Claireâs red, the mentor to his apprentice, the cat to his dog and the nickel to Claireâs other nickel when they finally saved up enough to buy Famous Funnies #1. Aside from chiding Claire for being too easily aggravated, he embodied many of the traits that Claire didnât, namely being able to pick his battles. Most things he brushed off as jokes or points of curiosity, which helped to keep him calm. Rather than blow up in the face of frustration he preferred attempting to understand peopleâs points of view both for his own sake and for the sake of whatever he was dealing with.
xxxThat did not, however, void him of morality. The true sentiment behind Graham Specter the Artifact came from the conflict between Claireâs actions and the other Grahamâs morality. It was one thing to act in self-defense, but another to continue punishing a person for their actions. In Claireâs view, the mugger not only threatened to kill him but also brought back memories of his father sitting vigilant on the couch, ready to shoot anything that came through the door and the one time he nearly got killed.
xxxPot bellied, stout, and with hairy knuckles, all of it was too similar to ignore and that was not something Graham could understand. Despite the blondeâs attempts to convince Claire that he needed to tell him everything, the redhead refused. How could a guy who had never been in a real fight understand? He even had the nerve to say that Claire would be starving without him! Well that wasnât true (actually it was) so Claire threw a punch. Then he threw another and another until Graham picked up his wrench and struck back.
xxxClaire had been hit countless times before in the forearm, in the face, in everything, but nothing quite matched the pain and the betrayal of being struck with the wrench, being struck by Graham. It had only been in the arm, but that was enough to leave him bleeding which was enough justification for Claire to wrestle the tool away and stain the wrench with as much blood as he did himself.
xxxHeâd almost feel relieved were it not for the fact that he beat his (ex)friend to a bloody pulp. He hadnât checked for a pulse, too scared to face the idea that he might have actually killed him but still felt himself dragging the evidence behind. Both the event and the object haunted him and consumed him even as he confessed to the priest (who acted ridiculously calm in spite of the situation). He could remember every word of both the man behind the screen and his own oath to sin no more as well as the swell of regret in his heart.
xxxâI firmly resolve, with the help of Thy grace, to sin no more and avoid the near occasions of sin. Amen.â
xxxAs it turned out, his contrition would also be his chance to lay his betrayal to rest for Graham, the Artifact, laid unconscious inside the booth.
To some extent, Graham Specter, sees the flashes of regret and occasional pauses whenever he and Claire celebrate an accomplishment or the biweekly ruminations whenever the redhead spends a few dollars on a bottle of gin, but any efforts to understand him are met with mixed results. Often the duo feels dangerously close and sometimes, they arenât sure how to deal with one another. As much flack as Gallant Gandor receives for treating his Artifact like a son, Claire plays his own game of treating his Artifact like a best friend, if not a brother. While this leads to synergy when the two are happy, it also leads to volatility when one or more of them are not.
xxxIn many ways, the Artifact, Graham, acts too much like the man he was subconsciously modeled after, but in others he carries a natural curiosity in the way things work. From a mechanical point of view, he loves looking at blueprints, reverse engineering, and attempting to make broken objects work once more. His projects are not always successful, but failures only breed more curiosity and success, pride in sharing his work.
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Faceclaim: Graham Specter (Baccano!).
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