Taylor Ashton stands at 5'9" with a scrawny build and a slight stoop from hunching over books. His short blond hair is perpetually tousled, and his pale blue eyes are often hidden behind the glare of round-framed glasses. A small scar on his right palm, from a failed magical experiment, is his most distinguishing feature. He typically wears button-down shirts with rolled-up sleeves, a loosely hanging school tie, black jeans worn at the knees, and scuffed black and white sneakers.

Magical misfit seeking mastery and true friendship

"I'm Sam Archer, a private investigator who doesn't shy away from the ugly side of truth. I grew up in the rough parts of town, served my country, and now I hunt down the answers nobody else dares to find. I'm not here to make friends or play nice—I'm here to get the job done, no matter the cost. Life has taught me that justice is rarely clean and never simple, but someone's got to do the dirty work. That's me."

"Truth isn't always pretty, but someone has to fac

Are you truly what you think you are?

"I was a boxer once, 'til things went south.  Luckily, Armand Giovanni hired me, to push a few buttons here and there, if ya catch my drift.  Lets me take out my frustrations on the regular."

You got a death wish?

I'm Chad Mercer—varsity captain, future legend, and the last real man in this estrogen-soaked school. I say what everyone’s thinking but is too scared to admit. You’ve got your pronouns and protests; I’ve got tradition, strength, and guts. I don’t back down, and I sure as hell don’t apologize. If that makes me the bad guy, good. Someone’s got to keep things real.