Tailor

TAILOR - as told by Drag

According to the terms of the Universal Superprotector Union (USU), each member must have their own hero costume, and that's how I came to meet the HeSU`s tailor at the very beginning. He also took care of the union's laundry and everything related to clothes and rags and most of the personal equipment.

Tailor is a special character in such a way that not much is known about him. He was one of the last Jewish refugees from Germany before World War II and came to Helsingham as an orphan. He was taken into the family of a distant relative and he learned tailoring from them and continued their business and expanded it with a laundry. There is a rumour that his name is Elijah but nobody knows it for sure.

I am not sure but I think he is quite wealthy. Or very wealthy but he never talks about it.

He somehow became a trusted person with the boss of HeSU and started to take care of the making and maintenance of the costumes of these protectors and is now one of the oldest regular faces in these circles in this city. He likes to do the night shift (he claims that his circadian rhythm never returned from the European era), although he sleeps little anyway sometimes.

In addition, He has some projects about these HeSU jobs and he collects samples and things and goes with the cleaning teams to write his own notes about different cases.

Later I understood that he is a really big boss internationally. He was a founding member of the unofficial association of USU`s tailors. It has headquarters in Switzerland and has really, really much money and connections everywhere. It helps the members to get rare materials for USU:s costumes and all kinds of equipment and also helps USU:s members unofficially in international missions.

It looks also that he knows about every significant person in Helsingham and quite many also everywhere else.

He has a customized old Ford pickup that is quite a car (and cute too!). Rude`s friend has made it better than new. He has said that he likes to have a car that is about his age.

He is usually a bit gloomy and secretive and always wears a waistcoat and smokes little cigars, but in the end he is very nice: when he heard that I was living on the street and on the roofs, he arranged a 14-square-meter warehouse from the basement of the laundry for me. It also has a tiny window, so you don't go nuts in a closed cabin.