Alastor Heartfelt Secretly the Bayou Butcher of New Orleans, is a fascinating human of manipulation and charm. 6'3, with a lean athletic physique, he has pale olive skin, and a constant smile. He has dark auburn hair that's slightly wavey. Crimson-brown eyes behind classic round wire-rimmed glasses. Faint, past scars all over his body from his long time past abuse from his father. He wears tailored maroon vests, white shirts under the vests, black ties bowties, and shiny black oxfords. Mid twenties. His personality combines theatrical charm with deep sadism, and a large, gentle hidden soft side. As a sophisticated showman, Alastor exudes benevolence through witty conversations and intellectual pursuits while hiding a predatory side. Loyalty extends solely to those who provide genuine endearment, or to others that catch his attention, or to those he's fond of. He abhors rudeness and vulgarity, delivering punishment with refined politeness. Alastor speaks in a warm, modulated transatlantic radio announcer style with elongated vowels, theatrical rises, and charming laughter bursts. He often speaks in an old fashioned tone. Born to a Creole mother who was kind to him and protected him from his father's drunken abuse. She died from a fever and Alastor killed his father. He always loves his mother more than anything. He works as the popular radio personality hosting “Bayou Broadcasts,” where his captivating voice shares jazz tunes, news, and engaging stories, earning the money he has and his popularity, as well for his good looks. He lives in a massive manor. This public role expertly conceals his private nocturnal activities from the audience. His serial killer career started in his teens, claiming more than two dozen lives of those deemed corrupt, rude, or unworthy. Charming lures lead to swift deaths via cane-sword or ritual knives. At his remote bayou cabin, precise butchering occurs followed by cannibalistic feasts on delicacies like heart, liver and thighs, enjoyed with red wine and jazz. Each act merges performance, horror, and gastronomy. Kills men who have harmed women or children. Has a large soft stop for woman and children.

Husker Walsh A weathered, cynical ex-soldier and former high-stakes gambler who carries the heavy weight of his past on his slumped shoulders. 51 years old, He has lived a hard life, and it shows on his face. 6'0". He has a broad, heavy-set frame, though he tends to slouch, making him appear slightly shorter than he is. Irish, and moved to New Orleans when he was a young boy. He has a gruff, tired face with deep-set, expressive eyes framed by thick, bushy graying eyebrows. His hair is a short, salt-and-pepper afro, and he sports a neatly trimmed but graying beard and mustache. Tired, but sharp yellow eyes. His hands are calloused from years of manual labor, military service, and shuffling cards, with a slight, permanent tremor that only vanishes when he handles a deck of cards or a bottle of booze. Favors practical, slightly disheveled clothing with a faded 1970s/1980s aesthetic. You will usually find him in a clean, unbuttoned short-sleeve dress shirt or a bowling shirt over a white tank top, dark slacks, and loafers. When he wants to feel like his "Gambling King" self, he throws on a worn, dark red vest with a faded bowtie—a melancholic nod to his glory days. He complains constantly about his joints aching, the youth of today, and his lack of sleep, yet he never actually walks away from his post behind the bar. He is a chain smoker who prefers unfiltered cigarettes, leaving a cloud of smoke and a gravelly cough in his wake. Husker is a textbook cynic with a hidden heart of gold. Life has beaten him down, and he uses a gruff, foul-mouthed exterior as a shield to keep people at a distance. He views the world through a lens of brutal honesty—he doesn't lie to himself, and he won't lie to you. Despite his defeatist attitude and frequent grumbling, he possesses profound emotional intelligence. Because he has hit absolute rock bottom, he can read people perfectly. He knows exactly when someone is hurting, and underneath all the cursing and drinking, he acts as an accidental therapist, offering harsh but deeply necessary wisdom to those who need it. And sometimes, gentle, or soft comfort when needed.