ShawThe Cleaner; The Man With No Face, or alternatively, The Man of 100 FacesSex:
Unknown (Presumed mid-to-late 30s to early 40s)Dossier:
The man (or men) known as Shaw will work for anyone with the connections or the money required to hire him, specializing in the hasty removal of incriminating evidence from a crime scene. This includes everything from spilled blood and fingerprints to stray bullets and hair follicles; given a large enough window, Shaw is able to expertly cover up anything short of a full blown firefight. When there is not enough time to clean the crime scene itself, he is more than willing to take corpses brought to him and make them "disappear".
Shaw is the best kept secret when it comes to finding information for trade, and for a very good reason: He's somehow managed to dip his fingers into just about every pocket in the city in some way or another, and a number of rather influential figures are kept in check by unsavory evidence that they would prefer did not get released to the public. His web of contacts is both vast and seemingly untraceable, and include both criminals, law enforcement officers, politicians, and even seemingly normal civilians. His loyalties are to no one, and he freely buys and sells information from and to interested parties regardless of their background or intent. It has reached a point where many organizations have become dependent
on his services, with all sides constantly trying to get the upper hand on their competitors.
- Though concrete details concerning Shaw are scant at best and outright fabrications at worst, a few things can be assumed. He is clearly a very intelligent man to be able to keep track of the comings and goings of so many people, not to mention playing each of them off of each other in order to achieve his desired results and open up doors that would otherwise be closed to him. His meticulous knowledge of crime scene investigation could suggest a previous life in law enforcement, or at least an extensive education in the field. Beyond that, everything about him is a wild card. His ethnicity, skin colour, country of origin, and even his name are all unknown. Even his gender is circumspect, as contacts have been previously met by (masked) women claiming to be Shaw. Many assume that the man most often seen accepting corpses for disposal is the real Shaw, but even that is up for debate.
The "Definitive Shaw" is man of average build, no taller than six foot two and prone to wearing extremely casual attire. His face is hidden at all times with a solid black mask with a peculiar little blue lens at the center, and his oddly dreamy voice is mildly warped by a voice changer. When on the job, he generally wears a surgeon's uniform, black rubber gloves that extend up to his elbows, and a round-goggled gas mask.
However, many men (and even some women) have called themselves Shaw in the past, suggesting that the moniker is less a name and more of a title bestowed upon a number of select individuals. The comical sort of yuppie style of dress does not change between them, regardless of gender. Most of them tend to be around the same height and build, though at least one of them is several inches taller and considerably bulkier. Their skillset also seems largely the same, though whether they are all equals or simply puppets is unknown.Role:
Shaw (The "Definitive" Shaw) is nothing but cordial to would-be buyers and sellers, greeting all with a cheerful nod of the head and an offer of a cigar or cup of coffee. This cheerful demeanor becomes somewhat muted during discussions of business so as to not upset certain individuals that might take offense to it, but he has yet to reveal even the slightest ounce of negativity in all of his meetings. Personal questions do not seem to irritate him in the slightest, though his voice does tend to take on a rather unsettling tone when he evades such probing.
In regards to his sexuality, that is very difficult to say. If he does have romantic entanglements he certainly is not inclined to discuss them at any length, and it is unknown if he manages to balance any sort of social life with his unusual line of work. It is doubtful, however, that such a man would harbor vanilla tastes when one considers the sort of gruesome activities that he seems to enjoy busying himself with.History:
If it was not already plainly obvious, there is no personal history of Shaw to be found anywhere. His appearance in the city was so subtle and low-key that it is nearly impossible to determine just how long he has been stationed there, let alone when he actually took up the title and began to conduct his affairs more openly. Disregarding those that are assumed to be nothing more than convenient stand-ins, doubles, and bodyguards, Shaw occasionally has leaked several rumors concerning his past to tantalize and confuse the curious.
One such story places him as an orphan in Harlem, a small and sickly boy that nevertheless had a bit of a knack for pickpocketing and eavesdropping. His softspokenness and unassuming demeanor allowed him to hear things that he shouldn't have, and he used it to his advantage by blackmailing key individuals and working up a tidy fortune in the process.
Others describe him as the son of an affluent politician or other government official who used his own political influence to steal his father's support and supplant him, using his new-found connections to form a comfortable base before going underground and using his knowledge for far more underhanded purposes.
Still more say that he is a former member of some Black Ops team from a foreign country that has since been disbanded, and that the collective Shaws are the remnants of the organization putting their skills at subterfuge and infiltration to use by pitting criminals against each other in a bid for more power.
And then there's the rather amusing little rumor that Shaw is, in fact, a reptilian from Mars that hides his scaly hide beneath a mask at all times, and that he is merely collecting intelligence for the impending invasion. One can only assume that all of these stories are merely fictitious, and that it is unlikely that any of them hold even a grain of truth between them. Though there are many looking to dig up juicy dirt on the Information Broker, those that get in too deep tend to find their own secrets found out and dangled in front of their faces before they can get a hold of anything tantalizing.