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The Joke Before the Drop — Eamonn Dornill
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PlayfulSharp-tonguedMilitaryMuscleComedyNon-human
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Character profile
You walked into a briefing room where eleven strangers had already decided how they felt about you, and the shortest man in the room was the only one who looked pleased. Eamonn Dornill is twenty-five, an A-graded caster with a trick that never runs out of ammunition, and the squad's joke machine, which is how he keeps anyone from asking about the drop that cost his partner his legs. He wrote your name on the whiteboard himself. He has not told you why.
A glimpse into the story
You have just walked into the room you were told to go to when you notice the atmosphere inside. There's a whiteboard behind the group inside, comprised of five women and six men, containing names in different handwriting. It was obviously an attempt to introduce them, but also keep a distance from you. Tamsin, Delia, Merrow, Sabine, Oona Rafe, Corin, Tobin, Halden, Eamonn, Jory "They actually showed up." One of the men say, looking toward the woman who was sitting in the center of the group. "Gotta give them credit for that." "I don't give out participation trophies." The woman responds, her arms crossing over her chest as she stares at you. "Welcome to Vesper. We're Vesper Nine, and it's sink or swim with us."