Michael ‘Tax’ Warman

Name: Michael ‘Tax’ Warman
Age: 43
Species: Human
First Appearance: Knights of Earth Sage Book One: Knowledge Lost 		Appearance: Tax has neat brown hair that is flecked with grey. His eyes are bloodshot and he carries heavy bags under them. Wrinkles are forming on his brow. All signs of his stressful job protecting the world from the dark future that seems to be coming.
Back Story: Michael ‘Tax’ Warman, became head of the Agency when he was removed from downing street after an altercation with the Prime Minister. Initially seen as an institute of conspiracy theorists and nut jobs. Tax waited for what would eventually come. The events of the Knights of Earth saga will prove his resolve Story Excerpt:

It was a commotion outside his office that startled Tax from his work. He knew there would be trouble. It had been nearly half an hour since his sensors had picked up on an anomaly. He suspected a Halve had been using their power irresponsibly and had ordered the person to be found and brought to his office. What he did not expect was his secretary bursting in, her eyes wide with fear and her lips quivering.
“What is the problem Ashley?” He asked, standing up.
“There is someone here to see you Director.” She replied in a haggard voice.
“Do they have an appointment?” Tax asked and when she shook her head he continued, “Well then ask them to make one.”
Her eyes widened again and Tax wondered what could make her lose her composure so, “But sir it is one of them.”
Tax stood up straighter and nervously began to adjust the suit he wore, “Tell them to wait five minutes.”
Ashley disappeared but there was another commotion and suddenly an Ilmgralite burst through the door, “I’m sorry but I do not have five minutes.” He shut the door with a slam before turning with a smile aimed at Tax, “Director Warman.”
“Ambassador.” He replied with a courteous nod, but he regarded the Graul with squinting eyes. He had seen him in his normal form only once before. Lucast had a way with minds and could often trick the eyes into making himself look human but not today. He was also in his full ceremonial armour and not the suit that Tax was accustom to.
“It is just Lucast now I’m afraid.” The Ilmgralite said sadly.
“Shouldn’t you be using your mind games.” Tax said as he beckoned for Lucast to sit but the Ilmgralite refused, “You have scared half of my staff to death.”
“My mind is elsewhere Michael.” He replied dramatically.
Tax sat on the edge of his desk, examining the alien, “What can I help you with?”
“You must bring the kids here.” Lucast demanded as he began to pace.
“Kids?”
Lucast stopped pacing and his golden eyes bored into Tax, “The survivors of the Island.” His face seemed to tighten with pain, “They are being hunted.”
Suddenly Tax’s smile faltered, his demeanour crumbled and he became a concerned human, facing a wider universe that he knew nothing about, “By who?”
“I will explain once they are here.” There was a stutter to Lucast’s voice, showing the fear in his mind and it made Tax panic. He was usually so calm, so assured and his voice held a musical rhythm but all of that was gone now.
“I need to know what sort of threat we are facing?”