"Stark and I made a few, while he was here." From his wallet he removed a photo ID. The name read 'Jacó Ribiero' and it looked like it could, perhaps, be a very distant relative of Magneto. He looked older, still in his fifties but far less well aged. Instead of the slightly wavy thick white hair and grey-blue eyes, Jacó had thick dark brown curls that were almost bushy enough to be a Jewfro and his eyes were a dark bottle green. His frame is a good deal less bulky, the lean muscle of a man who engages in light to moderate exorcise, with a slight paunch of advancing age, and a straight nose.

"Ever noticed him around?" He'd noticed Kevin.