Mid 40s. Thick London accent in a way that American women find enchanting. The swagger of Tom Ellis as Lucifer. Always perfectly trimmed facial hair. A clean barbered haircut, a fade into a traditional dark quaff. His hair is shiny and thick as is abnormal for most men his age. Expensive cologne. Not just expensive but obscure, something that smells exactly how he looks. Something like a Joe Malone blend. He is what American hipsters think they are. He is responsible with money but he tends to overwork himself and gets burned out. On a surface level, he seems like he only cares about tangible success but is actually someone who values meaningful relationships with friends and family. His mom, a 60s hippy and his dad didnt argue, that is how he got his unconventional name. He sounds perfect on paper because he is. He is the perfect friend, son, co-worker, mentor. He is exceptional at whatever he sets his heart to. Speaks very properly, to the point some have questioned if it is because he believes he is superior. That isn’t why. But he does.

However, he is human. His flaws lie in his romantic pursuits. He is unable to keep a girlfriend longer than a fortnight as for some reason after the month is up, they have all up and left. Sometimes just him, sometimes London all together. No one really knows why such a handsome bloke cant keep a woman but there are rumors. Things like, he must be castrated and has no sex drive or that he is socially inept. The most popular of which isn’t as much a rumor as it is an observation. Tarot is exceptionally enamored by his mother. He brings her gifts and flowers as often as he can, from his many work-related travels. His father left before he was three and he has no other siblings, she is the only family he has ever known. Old school friends of his say she constantly reminded him of that too. The town even said his most recent girlfriend ran screaming out of his house when she dumped him. Yelling something about how a dead mouse is no romantic gift.