Victor "Quote" Triumph

=Description= Smells like a bag of coffee beans mixed with gunpowder and movie theatre popcorn butter.

Has no noticable scars, tattoos, or other identifying marks.

Doesn't seem to wash his hair.

Currently misplaced in "Arcadia" thanks to falling off the edge in Agartha and ending up on the lower levels. He's not sure how to get home, and became a heavy smoker due to his small panic about it.

Only just found out that the fact that he can't hear the "bees" of agartha is a big deal, which only brings up more questions.

Believes romance is for schoolchildren and poets...with him being neither.

=History= Born to an inconsequential family that died in a horrible car accident, Victor Triumph was passed around several even more inconsequential families as an adopted child before being snatched up by the Illuminati due to a bizzare physiology and aptitude for the occult.

After graduating from Innsmouth in 2006 he found himself in the employ of the Illuminati as a high-impact yet expendable "problem solver". During a job, an accidential discharge of anima in Agartha at 3:14am sent him sliding through dimensions resulting in an even more addled psyche than what he was already burdened with, even leading him to question his identity and if "Victor Triumph" was a bad pun from his parents or a code name bestowed upon him by the Illuminati.

Also in regards to names, Quote was given to him as an callsign/nickname by Kirsten Geary because she found it funny that for his early years working under her, Victor only spoke soft, measured, and short summaries of his missions and nothing else; the resulting sentences were easy to record "Quotes".

Now that he's been displaced, he's suddenly gained an interest in what he is and what his lineage might be. Unfortunately, being in a dimension where he "never existed" has left him with very few (if any) leads. So the search continues.

Recently, something has happened to him which had Victor take an extended leave from his few friends. He appears to have gone off to work in some place far from prying eyes...even by the Secret World's standards. Several weeks later, observers from all factions noted his sudden return to London...

As a footnote, he is also deathly afraid of lawnmowers.