Tyler Kensington-Caine

Tyler Kensington-Caine was Resplendent in a Long Black Coat, Tastefully Patterned Vest complete with a Watch Chain across it, Striped Grey Trousers, Spats, Gloves and Walking Stick. A Fresh Blossom bloomed upon His Lapel. A Smile Graced his Handsome, Elegant Face. A Top Hat rode on his Blond Crown and an Evening Cape rested upon his Broad Shoulders. He might have been a Fashionable Young Aristocrat on his way to The Opera. Background: Tyler Kensington-Caine was Young, Arrogant, Pompous and Self-Centered. All in all, the Flower of the British Aristocracy. Yet, Rather than be Content in the Envious Station Life had Kindly seen fit to Afford Him, He was Strangely Restless. Most Queer, I assure You. "Where is the Intellectual Challenge? Where is the Adventure?" He would Prattle On so. Adventure Indeed. In short order, This Most Unfortunate Quality proved to be his Downfall. I dare say, We all rather saw It Coming. Indiscretion gave way to Scandal, and He was soon the Black Sheep of a Noble and Wellbred Family. Most Regrettable. But Hardly Undeserved, Eh? Rather than be Overwhelmed with a Deep and Right Sense of Personal Failure, Rather than Seek Forgiveness and Kind Permission to be Welcomed back into the Heart of The Family, He Dragged his Father's Good Name Lower. It's enough to Make a Mother Weep. Our Young Thrillseeker Embarked on a Series of Misadventures, each More Base than the Last. Travelling the Globe, He'd Squandered His Inheritance in Three Years' Time. Safaris in Darkest Africa, Sailing the Mediterranean with Italians! Can You Imagine?, Romping Across The Continent, Climbing Mountains of All Things in the East. Danger, I fear, had Become His Opium. A Touch of The Madness had Always Been with The Family, now that I think of it, His Aunt had suffered Terribly from Inflammation of the Brain. When He'd Exhausted His Funds, the Family Expected to Find Him Upon the Doorstep. But to their Genuine Alarm, He'd Taken Up Residence in Limehouse. Worse still, He'd Found Work. As an Entertainer. The Sheer Audacity is Appalling. Still Finding Pleasure in Toying with Death, He Performed Outlandish Stage Magic with Hypnotized Levitating Ladies, Slashing Swords, Throwing Knives and Firing Guns, All before the Inbred Putrid Scum of Whitechapel. Years later and Now It's Handcuffs and Straightjackets and Safes and Scotland Yard standing round Scratching Their Lumpy Heads while He Laughs. "Mr. Impossible, Escapologist" He Calls Himself Now. Such Shameless Flamboyance is an Unintentional Mercy. At least He's sparing His Family Name Further Indignity. Now I've read, He's Stooped to Keeping Himself in the Public Eye by Working as a Sort of Professional Debunker of Spiritualism. No doubt because It had been Cutting into His Profits, I Assure You. Woeful is the Brazenness of This Generation. Our Beloved Empire is going to Hell in a Handbasket. Let this Sad Tale serve as a Lesson and a Warning to Us all. Spare the Rod and Spoil the Child!

Motive: Caine has an insatiable craving for fun in the form of Intellectual and Physical Challenges. He loves Puzzles and therefore Mysteries. He has no belief in, or real experience with, the Occult.

Friends: In the East, Caine met Tiger-Chi, a Chinese Stage Magician, who ultimately became his Mentor in Magic and Escapology. He resided near him when they both came to Limehouse. Caine learned every trick Chi had, save one: His Greatest Escape. Chi has just left London suddenly, and Caine intends to track him down one day to learn his final secret. His parents are Dead, of shame no doubt, but he has two younger brothers and a sister, though they could hardly be called friends. The sister, 20, is least hostile toward him. She is recently engaged. Caine has many friends from the lower class and the stage including: circus strongmen, midgets, and singers/dancers.