Name: Leonard Carper
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Personality: grouchy, evasive, insomniac, but very curious. He enjoys involving himself in things that are none of his business. He also likes to take on false personae, often assuming accents(which he is very good at doing) and mannerisms.
Profession: antique dealer
Appearance: 5'11", dark blond hair, thin but not extremely so, and pince-nez glasses. He wears a dark gray suit. He carries a cane for self-defense, and walks with a fake limp so as not to arouse suspicion.
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The dog and the raven sat forgotten for the moment in the parking garage, and suddenly a voice barked from behind them.
"Oi! Who's there?"
The voice was male, and sounded Australian, but a moment later, when the man limped close enough to find only a dog and a raven, he spoke with a normal American accent.
"Ah," he said, smiling whimsically at Edgar and Daigoro.
"'And this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy in to smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, Thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore.
Tell me what thy lordly name is, on the night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."'"
Slowly his grin faded, and Leonard removed his pince-nez, rubbing his darkly-shadowed eyes with his free hand. His cane he held hooked over his elbow. "Listen to me, I'm reciting poetry to a crow and a stray mutt. I gotta get some sleep."
He returned the glasses to his face, peering back at the unlikely pair once more.
