Caspar Myles

When someone thinks the words "Hex" and "London", Caspar Myles is almost inevitably the face that appears.

Caspar is a large white man with a closely-shaved head adorned in countless scars. Across his lips are a criss-cross pattern of tattoos resembling skeletal teeth. He dresses in utalitarian clothes, cheap charity shop stuff that tears away easily should he get in a fight. His body is worn and toned, he's built like a prize-fighter that gets in more fights outside the arena than in it. He's a quiet man, almost to the point of silence. His voice when he does talk is raw and rocky - you can feel the rumble of engines and the howl of winds across stony moors.

Caspar is the Hex - somewhere between a soldier and a black magician - for the Midnight Krewe. He is perhaps the best well-known of the Midnight Krewe from the sheer strength of his formidable reputation. You see, Caspar is a Reaper, and there's not that many Reapers in London that compare to him. While it's actually pretty hard to definitively prove anything with Caspar, anybody that knows who he is can be pretty damn certain that somebody they's heard of has wound up dead because of him.

Of course, being a Reaper means he's nothing as gauche as a spree-killer. Caspar carefully selects his targets fitting within a specific set of criteria, making sure that anyone he puts in the ground is better there than here. Or so the theory goes, his code is somewhat flexible when Seb is calling the shots. That's perhaps part of the reason he's remained active though - very few people can say they miss the folk he's killed.

The general rumour is that Caspar used to be a paramedic or a surgeon or something similar, due to his unsettling knowledge of human anatomy. The way the story goes is one time many years ago, he was the first responder on an incident where the critical case was guilty of beating their spouse, or feeding drugs into a council estate, or worse - all depends on who's telling the story - and Caspar all of a sudden decides that their case isn't exactly high priority. Such a shame the actual ambulance didn't get there in time.

While the veracity of this story is dubious, it's made of the elements that always permeate stories about Caspar - a strange sense of moral righteousness wrapped around a willingness to kill and a soft-spoken analysis of the victim's medical state.

Caspar's Geist is called The Shuck and is typically imagined as a huge black Rotweiler with yellow eyes.