A man of maybe nineteen regarded the room with hazel eyes leaning to green in this moment.  They lingered in polite appreciation over the ladies, starting at the face and moving down, seeming especially pleased with Candle Light’s inky black curls.  His eyes paused also on Frankie, but with a different sort of admiration.  Fresh faced and young, his short haircut and the faint tattoo atop his chest were a new look for him, whereas this man wore experience like an old glove and his prowess was as plain as the scars on his face.<br/><br/>Another cause for innocent jealousy was made clear when  he stood to introduce himself.  Though six feet tall, calling him ‘lanky’ would be a generous assessment, and one he’d worked hard towards being a string bean with his ambitions.  His voice was confident enough.   “Good morning.  My name is Wilson Laslowe, and my official code name the Polyhedral Prestidigitator.  I don’t mind nicknames, but prefer that Wilson not be shortened.<br/><br/>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/09/Wilsonf.jpg)<br/><br/><em>(The third eye doesn't show right now.)</em><br/><br/>“I have some experience as a detective and have spent some years unlocking the arcane secrets found in the Grimorum Pythagorium which I will be honored to wield alongside you all.”<br/><br/>H*e nodded to their commander with the comely curly black hair.  “A pleasure to meet you, Candle Light, my mother holds you in high regard.”  The statement was clearly meaningful to him.   His mother was in the business, and had a few years of celebrity when she was his age as ‘The Tawny Blur’, an anthropomorphic cheetah speedster—like her father before her—who’s secondary moniker ‘Purr’ said a lot about how attractive the media found her.<br/><br/>He nodded to those who’d introduced themselves so far, “Reon, Frank, I’m looking forewords to it.”<br/><br/>He sat down again, expertly reigning in his inner nerd that would have babbled on for hours.<br/>