Not much is known about the rakish fellow they call "Rowan Darke." Dark, carelessly tossed locks, a tall and lean swimmer's physique, lovely lips often sporting a cigarette and cheeky smirk, and sinister red eyes framed with dark lashes, Rowan is fiendishly handsome, if a little rough around the edges. His style is practical and ruggedly irreverent; he favors denim or leather pants, combat boots, and billowing coats, often with muscle shirts or tanks that show off his occult tattoos and piercings. He is also charming, seeming to know precisely what to say and when to say it to push the right buttons, and is a well-known face in the Aspire underground. Rowan is a young man with connections and savvy, able to acquire everything from smuggled arms and black spell formula to illegal drugs--for a fee. As such, he can be frequently spotted in seedy nightspots and shady bars.

Despite his charisma and connections however, Rowan's temper has a reputation all its own. More than one offender has crossed him to dire consequences, for Rowan is actually a skilled combatant known to dabble in the black arts. Though he initially comes across as just another cocky punk, the lad's reputation for violence combined with his nigh tangible self-assurance are usually enough to give any lesser thug pause. When that doesn't suffice, however, the perpetual presence of his twin handguns and sword across his back are usually enough to tip the scales of intimidation in his favor, ensuring passive compliance. He is almost never seen in public without them.

Few would ever get close enough to understand the young man's complexities, but it is clear after brief interactions that there is much more to Rowan than he would have any believe...