Robert Davenport, Davenport to colleagues, or Dav to friends. A tall, dark, and ruggedly handsome man with an unmistakable air of danger. The type of man that with a “look” can steal a woman’s breath, and give any sane man pause before challenging him. Dav carries himself with smooth grace and balance. Not really cat like, more practiced and controlled like that of the of the highly trained assassin he is, with totally silent stealth. Though few would see them, the scars on his body would make one think him to be a very experienced man of the warrior class. He never shows a trace of arrogance, but self-assurance oozes from every pore of his body. He is quiet and thoughtful, but when he speaks, one can take his word to the bank. The rule in his life being “truth is truth, nothing can change that”. It is unknown where or how he earns a living. But his dress, demeanor and habitat make it obvious that he is in some way a man of means. He is in not flashy, but quite enjoys his comforts. He just suddenly appeared in the City. No one knows how or why but his presence has not gone unnoticed. The person representing this character is Joaquin Phoenix