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Or, to give him his full name, Baril Runbithornalig of Clan Runbithornalig. But most folks know him as Baril.
Being a dwarf, Baril is rather fond of his beer, to make a significant understatement. Of course, it follows that he’s very good at it – one of his goals in life is to create the Perfect Stout. After the cataclysm caused by a lack of interspecies cooperation and drinking, Baril survived off the land for a while, forgetting his previous skills of diplomacy in the process. In all the time since, he has met only one other dwarf – the miner in Cragside – and he’d really rather like to find some more, as he was brought up to believe that it’s the destiny of the Dwarves to rebuild the world. On his adventures so far, he’s picked up all manner of ingredients – dire bear meat, basilisk meat, basilisk eye, magicium, magicium-infused water and magicium-infused steam, to name a few – in his efforts to brew the Perfect Stout. Some of these creations have had less-than-pleasant consequences: Baril currently has a small piece of beery concrete in his stomach. Of course, perseverence will pay off, and with some ingredients and recipes (including the lost formulas for coca cola, irn bru and cremola foam) retrieved from an invisible warehouse, everyone’s favourite dwarf succeeded in this endeavour. His Dwarven spirits have also served as extremely good firestarters – good enough to set the aforementioned dire bear alight. He’s even managed to find an alternative use for beer – as a glue.
Aside from beerish MacGuyverisms, Baril is a skilled brawler, after a fair few tavern fights. A student of the Way of the Drunken Fist, he believes that being more drunk grants greater power. Until one collapses from being too drunk. He is also capable of balancing rather well – apparently and surprisingly moreso whilst extremely drunk, since he was able to happily meander along the railing of the bridge near Cragside after drinking himself into a zen-like state to stroll out of the Deadly Deadly Forest of Doom.
Yes, the vampire slayer.
A highland lass more used to tipping sheep than chasing vampires through city streets.
Now a vampire.
oops.
A defector from Karotekia – the German equivalent of Torchwood, although somewhat more manipulatory and generally evil – Lukas joined the team after they floated through the portal from 17th Century Wales on a raft of books, following a lake. Amongst the washed through was one John Dee. His boss. Who was now a demon. Being, as he was, drafted in to summon and contain the demons powering the portal, Lukas was able to trap the unfortunate Dee in a binding circle….thingummywut. For a few days, John would be unable to leave the circle and unable to communicate with those outside it – which could only help when it came to escaping.
Once our heroes returned to Edinburgh, Lukas was introduced to the distinctly grey Tamper, who had brought along some forms, in addition to not-so-Nazi clothes for the team. What appeared to be a regular contract, however, was in fact a binding oath of service to the British Crown, though he couldn’t discern any more than that. Assured that he would be able to kill some aliens/demons/general weird things, he signed anyway. When Charlie joined the following morning, he might have asked Tamper if he knew anything about who this person was, but he can’t remember. Unsurprisingly.
He’s also been bitten in the neck by a vampire. Noone has yet defined really knows if this might cause anything more long term than a sore neck and a bit of blood loss. And tamed a Hyborian battle shark, which was kept until they entered an airlock 2 minutes hence. The poor thing got blown up by a Nazi torpedo not long after. After a bit of fun in Nazi Germany, just prior to war breaking out, in which a mecha base was raided, however, he gained a prototype mecha to replace it. Which is now partially demonic. And can fly.
Lukas, aside from when he’s dealing with something he wants to kill, is actually a rather amiable person. He likes classical music – Bach far more than Beethoven – and is rather fond of the opera. Quite what counts as opera in the world of Torchwood 1923 is an interesting thought. He is roughly 5′ 10″ in height, and weighs in at around 160 lbs. When it comes to magic, his particular favourite is fireballs – although he has shown to be fairly decent at summoning wind too. Better than he expected, actually. His favourite food is a good plate of thick Hungarian goulash – beef, pork and spice – with creamy mashed potatoes, and he likes to wash it down with a pint of beer, which must of course be German – any other beer would be less than desirable, although he quite enjoyed some of the beers he tried in Belgium and Czechoslovakia (not that he’d admit it). His favourite animals are cats, which he would have several of if he wasn’t concerned some demon he summoned might break free and make them hell-tigers.
One-time occultist to Queen Elizabeth, John Dee has a fearsome reputation. To quote wikipedia:
John Dee (13 July 1527–1608 or 1609) was a noted mathematician, astronomer, astrologer,occultist, navigator, imperialist,[4] and consultant to Queen Elizabeth I of England. He devoted much of his life to the study of alchemy, divination, and Hermetic philosophy.
Somewhere along the line however, he was recruited by the Nazis (or did he do the recruiting???) and became a lynch-pin of their invasion of the 17th Century. His plan to resurrect Queen Elizabeth and invade England seemed to be going so well, until those pesky kids Torchwood put a stop to it.
However, he did return to the 20th Century and was last seen in the form of a fearsome demon, frozen in a pentagram in the middle of Berlin.
His story is probably not over yet…
Grey, very, very grey.
And noone can remember anything else. which may have something to do with his mind wiping powers.
The only person in the team to organise themselves an office.