Camelot CDXIII

Name: Judas Carreiro
Age: 18
Appearance: Tall and stocky. Thick, curly black hair, tan skin, light brown eyes.
Other: An immigrant from the Colonies. Serious, focused, stoic, and reliable, Judas prefers to watch others rather than make any move towards meeting them. He was sent to New Camelot by his father so that he could send money back home, which he earns by creating automata. They are incredibly functional and lifelike, a combination of machinery and magic. However, he is accustomed to the loose magical suppression work of the Colonies and can be careless with hiding his abilities. Judas often pretends to be an individualist, but is extremely loyal to those he cares about and does what he can to protect them. Secretly a hopeless romantic at heart. Specializes in alchemy and the mechanization of magic. His familiar is a Boxer named Jacob, who makes up in emotional response where he is lacking. 

Name: Victoria Harlow
Age: 17
Appearance: Of average height. Her hair is a sort of dirty auburn, cut short for practicality. Freckled olive skin and brown eyes. Is inseparable from a worn-out navy blue scarf and often wears a long coat and a men's cap to blend in with the crowds.
Other: A native of the city, she knows her way around and is well acquainted with black market distributors. Lives as a street rat, sometimes working odd jobs here and there, or dabbling in the selling of magical items herself. She's too proud to be a beggar, and refuses help of any kind. She was born an accident, the product of a one-night stand between her once-great father and a traveling fortune-teller from the south of Europe. She would've had a life of luxury, her father being a famous British inventor, but he was jailed when Victoria was young for the possession and use of magic in his inventions. She's since had to fend for herself, denying the offer to live with other relatives for the reason of wanting to stay in the city. She's stubborn and is accustomed to knowing exactly how to do things, a perfect example of independence, which has gotten her into trouble more than once. Despite knowing what her father had done, she wishes to follow in his footsteps and become an inventor herself, a high hope for someone of her age and class.

Behind Judas trailed a cat- a classic familiar, and a somewhat obvious one, but shielded with charms. Eyes luminous, the cat sniffed the air, nearly ready to report back to her waiting witch. She mewed quizzically.

The cat stared at Jacob. He smelled of magic. She raised her tail, meowing again. Her witch would arrive soon, she could sense it.

The cat sat down, curling her tail. "This place is not a good one for those who practice magic. You and your magician could be dead within a week if you don't learn the streets fast. It's a dangerous place."

You sigh, shaking your head as if you're trying to get water out of your ear. You don't know why you do that. It kind of feels nice, though.
"We're gone for a week and everyone thinks we're new here. We know that, kitty. We kind of live here. And our heads are still attached to our bodies, so..." You snort a bit. "Maybe you should be telling that to your witch; I imagine you two live here like us?"

You return to being the tired kid.

You turn around, resisting the urge to rub at your eyes (what are you, seven?) as you see someone coming up behind you. In the space of a few minutes, you almost fell asleep on your feet, your familiar started talking to a cat, and what is possibly a witch is coming up to you. You swear under your breath. You can't leave that dog alone for two seconds.

You shake your head, shoving your hands into your pockets. You kind of wish that you could have this conversation under better conditions... like one where your limbs don't feel like lead. Still, you manage to speak. "No. We live down the street."

For a moment, you are the dog again.
You almost roll your eyes. He's doing the thing again. The thing where he doesn't really talk much and instead looks like he wants to crawl back into his shop and tinker with wires and not talk to anyone. You wish you could fill into the conversation, but a familiar's conversation is pretty much restricted to partner and other familiars.

Victoria runs down the street to the corner her client had told her to meet. He isn't there. Of course. Victoria groans. Why can't anyone in this damn city keep a promise? Though, she expects nothing less from an outsider. She remembers that he gave her the address of his shop. Maybe he's there instead. Maybe he forgot, or got caught up in work. Either way, not showing up is unforgivable. She'll have to raise the price for shipping. Luckily, the venue isn't far. Victoria hurries to find it and peers into the small window. He isn't there either. The shop is dark. She curses and stuffs the vial into her pocket. This guy from the colonies had better be ready to pay a hefty price.