Wesley

And rise with me forever across the silent sand, And the stars will be your eyes and the wind will be my hands. ― Far From Any Road, The Handsome Family

Wesley

Full Name: Wesley "Wes" Cohle Apparent Age: Mid 30s Occupation: Investigative Consultant Faction: Orpheus Lament: Skimmer Shade: Phantasm Plot Hooks ♦ Law/Occult: Wesley was a detective for the Prospect police department with a reputation for solving occult inspired/related crimes, and no small amount of infamy for his unconventional approach to the work. He successfully solved many strange and weird homicide cases for the department, the most famous one being the grisly case of the serial killer dubbed the Prospect Sin Eater. Wesley disappeared shortly after bringing the Sin Eater to justice, and was declared a missing person. Very recently, on the seventh anniversary of his disappearance, right before he was to be officially declared dead, he has resurfaced. Things That Go Bump In The Night "If the only thing keeping a person decent is the expectation of divine reward, then brother that person is a piece of shit; and I'd like to get as many of them out in the open as possible." "Yeah, well if the common good's gotta make up fairy tales, then it's not good for anybody." "Transference of fear and self-loathing to an authoritarian vessel." "At least I'm not racing to a red light." "What's it say about life, hmm? You gotta get together, tell yourself stories that violate every law of the universe just to get through the goddamn day." "In eternity, where there is no time, nothing can grow. Nothing can become. Nothing changes. So Death created time to grow the things that it would kill. And you are reborn, but into the same life that you've always been born into." Contacts The Quick ♦ Amelia "Well, once there was only dark. If you ask me, the light's winning." ♦ Faith "I've seen all the different types. We all fit a certain category - the bully, the charmer, the, uh, surrogate dad, the man possessed by ungovernable rage, the brain - and any of those types could be a good detective, and any of those types could be an incompetent shitheel." ♦ Harmony "So, enough with the self-improvement-penance-hand-wringing shit. Let's go to work." The Dead ♦ Aubrey "And beneath that... darkness, there was another kind. It was--it was deeper, warm, you know, like a substance." The In-Between ♦ Pax "Some mornings, I can see the infernal plane." Gallery