Mahogany... Justice wasn’t something Mahogany Jones felt inclined to on normal terms. She felt a pull to revenge more often than the justice part. Maybe it was her upbringing but she wasn’t the prim and proper woman her mother would have wanted. She had an unearthly beauty that rivaled Grecian goddesses. Her thicker frame only made her curves more profound. Markus... He was towering over her seat and she had to crane her neck slightly to get a full picture of the man. He looked fit, you could see his muscles bulging from beneath the shirt he wore. He had jet black hair and dark grey eyes with hints of amber at the center of the iris. He had an almost puppy dog look that men of Mahogany's age rarely embodied.