New York, NY (Glendale and Long Beach), born and raised in New Orleans
Fit, average height and clean-cut with dark blond hair and hazel eyes that shift with whatever color he wears. He usually has a few days of scruff and is rarely clean shaven, still keeping it neat. When working, he prefers white tees and jeans and loves to get dirty, only to clean up and be just as comfortable in casual suits and attire all the way to a tuxedo or complete traditional English riding gear.
He regularly wears odd trinkets from his travels. Obscure charms on black cords are often around his neck or wound several deep on his wrists from his interest in the occult.
Born to old Cajun money, Josef Carroll Boudreaux IV is as far from pretentious as one can get. Carroll is self-sufficient and comfortable with his humble position in life after the Event. A former affluent recluse (though hosting many gatherings in his isolated family estate when it still existed), he's now found himself pursuing a labor of love amongst one of the remaining bastions of civilisations. He is contemplative, intelligent and a lover of all things fine- but doesn't require life's luxuries to be content. Carroll is a learned outdoorsman; there isn’t a firearm or weapon he hasn’t shot, a location he hasn’t "roughed it" in, or a country left on his list he didn’t visit and explore before the world changed.
His world travel and lack of structure have left him a learned skeptic. He is disinterested in the budding war between the factions. As a Magus, he has seen both sides of the line. Caught hiking through Italy during the Resonance, he was recruited by the Order shortly after and never quite melded with the rabid passion they tried to shove down his throat. ARMA has yet to prove its worth to him, but he watches the upstart organisation with quiet interest. He doesn’t hide what he is, but doesn’t go out of his way to brag either.
He has brought his love of life, food and people to New York with him. He despises the "Hollywood" stereotype of his tradition, and is quite articulate and educated. Missing his home and regretting how little time he spent there after his parents passed, he now surrounds himself with it. Traditional food, music, gatherings… the old-blood Cajun is alive with life in a world that now seems so dark- and he loves every minute of it.
Carroll has more than a passing interest in the occult. Through his international travels, exposure to the spiritual from every corner of the globe was collected and added to his extensive knowledge of his own home traditions. He is very rational and realistic as all old world affluent are on the outside, in his private time however- the acknowledgement of superstition and magic beyond what is now in the world is very real. He truly believes the old magic is still alive and vibrant. He is also comfortable in cemeteries, often walking through them for solace or on a daily run to think. His engrained cultural traditions surrounded themselves with celebrations and acknowledgments of death, and it brings an old-world comfort to be amongst ancestors; whether his or someone else's.
"Hammer's Antique Firearms and Gun Repair" in Glendale, small apartment above. It is a decent sized repair, trade and sale shop. There are no displays, all items are lock and keyed in the back warehouse and brought out under request. The storefront and main public area focuses on repairs and fabrications in various stages.
Quaint, secluded flat on Long Beach. Furnished with surviving old Louisiana pieces that he continues to seek out and collect.
Gris-Gris; Carroll always wears a talisman given to him by his childhood chef/caretaker to keep him safe. It is an intricately carved bone skull, little bits of various objects somehow inserted into the labyrinth of carving.
His horse, Cheshire Cat- a grey American Saddlebred that he boards near his flat in a budding archery, shooting and equestrian club.
A stupidly impractical 1935 LaSalle Convertible Coupe, black fenders, red body.