Profile

Name: Chris Davis
Occupation: Stock Broker (theoretically - on paper for tax purposes)
Alias: Ggux (pronounced similar to gookh, an underwater monster of Athabascan folklore)
Ethnicity: Mixed, his maternal grandmother is Athabaskan, maternal grandfather was Scottish, his paternal line can be traced back to England and the Netherlands, respectively.
Age: 18 (*on 31st of October, 2005 in Fort Yukon)
Affiliation: Magewatch
Gender: Male
Hair Colour: Black, unkempt
Eye Colour: Grey
Height: 1.78m (5ft 10")
Weight: 55kg (121 lbs, worringly underweight)
Looks: Chris looks more like a lanky teenager than young adult, with permanent dark shadows under his eyes from dry skin, unkempt black hair falling loosely over his eyes and around his head, and a thin, almost elongated stature. His skin is pale olive, with obviously little time in the sun, and an equally obvious lack of care. He has bony fingers that are almost constantly in motion, almost nervously so. He prefers to wear simple jeans with a thick jacket, and keeps a pistol on him that can't really be made out under the folds of his somewhat too big clothes. His shirts tend to be custom printed with some weird and obscure mythical creature on it.

History

Chris' parents were both career military, but due to Chris' mother and her roots in Fairbanks, they were on permanent station in the Fort Yukon radar station. Pretty far from anything, sure, but someone has to keep an eye on the Northern sky. And at least radar technicians and pattern analysts don't get sent to die on some frontline, so instead they settled down (just down the road of the station, no less, walking distance from work) and wanted to start a family. Chris was born in the military installation's medical station in 2005, at 6:16PM, when Temperatures took a sharp dive from 7°F to -9°. Everyone was wrapped in bundles of clothes, as power had predictably been low, the Whitehorse Hydro Plant struggling with low waterlevels at this time of year. Nasnan (named for her grandmother ~"surrounded by song") had been in labour for most of the day, and was very happy to finally hold her son in her arms. Her husband Tom had been running about the station all day, trying to keep the generators running so his wive and child wouldn't freeze, and could still only come by every half hour or so, in between fixing some part of the radar station that was protesting in the cold. The couple always suspected that Chris got too cold while the station doctor was labouring - their son was about a month too early, and the Yukon Flats Health Center had their own issues with power, so the military doctor decided to have the birth in the radar station. Two days later temperatures would hit -17°F, just to put the cherry on top. Chris' early life was fairly unspectacular. The only other child his age in the tiny city was Lilly Summerton, and the two became friends by default. Older by two months, the resolute girl was always the more engaging of the two, and often defended her neurodivergent friend from other kids or adults. though Chris has come a long way from his reclusive early days, it'd be a stretch to call the young man sociable - or even regularly functional. Chris did love the Alaskan outdoors where he could be alone and to play with computer hard- and software, that his mom and dad got him, as they realized it kept their child occupied and hyperfocused. When he was seven, Chris would cobble together a small PC from his father's old parts that would end up changing his life. He'd been obsessing over cryptids and set up the small PC as a tracker or something. The rig however didn't do much, certainly not show any cool creatures, and so Chris lost interest quickly and moved to a new obsession. He completely forgot about the box. Around 2020 he heard that bitcoin prices had soared, and digging up his box he realized it had been non-stop mining the cryptocurrency over the years! However he didn't remember the password he'd set up, and only found a handwritten note that had a coded hint as to what the eight-year old password was that his seven year old self had come up with. From time to time he took a crack at it, but school took up a great deal of the 15 year old's time, and it took a couple months to decipher the code. Turned our the wallet contained several dozen coins an he sold them in early 2021 at over 50.000 Dollars per coin. His father put the money into a fund that will pay out a monthly sum to his son for the rest of his life, and with the leftovers Chris treated Lillie to her lifelong dream of owning her own Snowmobile (a Ski-Doo Renegade Adrenaline 900 ACE Turbo, which she got as a gift for her 16th birthday). With the money Chris has been receiving, he's fed some of his home-programmed algorithms to invest in stocks, which has been going fairly well.
So since he was about six, Chris was hardcore into Cryptids and creatures, a passion he's still fervently embroiled with, and after several years he was accepted into a group of online sleuths and (amateur) investigators who collate and share data they find on sightings, strange happenings, strange migration paths and similar endeavors. "Magewatch", as they're called. On his treks out into Alaska's wilderness, Chris always is on the look-out for the things he knows from his grandmother and -father's stories, the Ts'el'eni (Wild men), the Nuhu'anh (Wood man, a bigfoot-like creature), the Gguux (an underwater creature which he uses as his nickname), Cet'aeni (tailed ones) - or maybe something that might've been pushed away by civlization, maybe a Qalupalik (green-skinned humanoid from the sea), an adlet (were-wolf-like), Tizheruk (huge snake-like creature), or possibly a Kushtaka (magic otter) or Saghani Ggaay (spiritual raven).

Chris' mom and dad often took him shooting, they had had a small range built on their grounds even before they had Chris, and Chris' father was a bit of a gun-aficionado, owning several hunting- and military rifles and pistols, as well as a couple of revolvers and shotguns - even a machine gun. Chris' father had him pass special firearms certifications as early as possible by law, and always made sure his son had a gun that he could defend himself with, should he encounter a bear or wolf in the wilds.
Living directly at the Yukon river, Chris has spend many long hours fly-fishing, and binds his own flies. Lillie shares the hobby, and they often walk the river for hours in silence, cherishing each catch and release. And usually getting one or two for dinner.

Three months ago, Chris' world was turned upside down. The young man was barely 18 when his parents were killed. The military has classified the matter and even his godfather hasn't told him a single thing about the specific circumstances of their deaths, but the sudden loss had him reeling, nightmares plaguing his every night to the point where he's refused to sleep for weeks now. He went through the funeral as if in a trance, one that didn't break until five days ago, when he was going through his mothers' belongings, no matter what Lillie or Henry tried.
Three days ago, however, Chris found an amulet amongst his mothers' possessions, an ancient talisman that is woven from leather straps and hair. He recognised it as a shamans' amulet, probably from his great-grandmother, and sang to the stone. An old song of loss and sorrow. And his song was heard. An Ircenrraat stepped from its dimension into ours, and the little man sat down next to the youth as if it was the most normal thing in the world, slowly and deliberately filling a pipe and comforting the young man for hours, telling ancient tales of life and death well into the morning hours.
Chris was still unsure whether he was just delusional from grief, but when the small fellow has helped him out for the past two days, cleaning and repairing some of the things Chris had not even noticed over the past weeks, helping him get some semblance of normalcy back.
A new spark has been lit in the young man's eyes, and he was at his computer, researching anything he could find on the Ircenrraat, when the door rang and a man in dark suit and hat stood in the shadows and offered Chris a deal. A deal that might be absolute prove of the supernatural....

Ircenrraat, the “Little People” of Alaska
Ireland has its leprechauns. Hawaii has its Menehune. The Yup’ik have the Ircenrraat, a race of miniature human-like creatures with extraordinary powers. Stories suggest they live in a different dimension than ours but can move in and out of our world easily. Despite their extraordinary powers, Ircenrraat share some similarities with humans. They’re often spotted hunting and gathering, for example. They also have a reputation as excellent craftsmen.
Some say the Ircenrraat love making mischief, like leading people astray in the wilderness. Others say the Ircenrraat are good luck. Still others tell tales about kidnappings by Ircenrraat, in which victims are spirited away to underground lairs. Those who journey to the realm of the Ircenrraat report that a day in their world is like a year in our time.
Keep your eyes out these mythical creatures while you’re in Alaska—and your ears out, since the Ircenrraat have been known to sing while they work.