Tops amoungst some of London’s financial districts is Canary Wharf. The constant flow of currency an alluring fragrance to banks, economists and businessmen. To crooks as well. It’s nearness to the dire, industrial neighborhood Isle of Dogs offering the latter perfect refuge. A perfect illustration of such an element would be the two-man outfit Prim & Proper.
Prim’s a sycophantic dandy; side-parted mane, monocle, and a window-pane three piece all in crisp, pressed order. He’s not one to get messy, both literally and figuratively. Everything must be in good order. Gifted with great criminal acumen, charm, wit and a lack of conscience.
Proper is nothing like his partner. He’s a hard man, and a none-too-educated factory grunt. A massive, beast-like thing without an ounce of refinement. He lives for getting dirty. He leaves the thinking to Prim, keeps the bruising for himself. It’d be easier break someone than try to convince them.
They’re the complimentary odd couple, but, in more ways than personality.
You see, Prim isn’t just a devious bastard and Proper isn’t just a dimwitted brute. Both have other abilities useful to the other. Despite his massive size and complete lack of etiquette, it might be entirely possible to overlook or miss completely Proper. Provided it were in the middle of a riot. Not because he’d fit right at home in the mayhem, but because he’d literally disappear. A physical reaction to heightened emotions of stress, fear and anger render him increasingly invisible.
Meanwhile, Prim is Proper’s personal feeding tube. In control of what he calls “Waves of Discord” he can actually tamper or manipulate the emotions of others, generating, over time, greater amounts of chaos. Proper then becoming his leashed mutt, an invisible devil of a man, willing and excited.