Naylor is a former Lone Star swat mage. His "talents" manifested early but his family had little money or desire to send him through mage college. A recruiter for Lone Star approached him in his sophomore year of high school and indicated that he would be able to reach his full potential much faster if he dropped out and let the mages of the company tutor him. Being impulsive and impatient he was able to talk his parents into allowing him to sign up, but they insisted that he would only be allowed to participate in Lone Star's delayed entry program. This allowed him to finish high school.

Most of his high school magic teachers felt that he was wasting his talents on Lone Star, and the other magic students in his classes began to shun him, especially those who had already received offers from MIT & M or other colleges of magic. He soon found himself in limbo; torn between wanting acceptance that he never received and wanting to become a ''real mage'' as soon as possible. Graduation from high school held little of the nostalgia or longing to stay that most others seemed to feel and he was glad to pack his bags and report to Lone Star.

As with most employees of Lone Star, Naylor was pushed hard and fast to reach his potential with little regard to formal magic schooling. His creative side (as opposed to his analytical side) made him wish that he had more grasp of ''how and why'' spells worked rather than just being aware that if he used the rote formula x=jr@nr2B and pushed his mind out through his eyes he could accomplish x. He was also aware that, like high school, no one in Lone Star really wanted anything to do with him outside of work. He watched his few friends drift away as it became apparent that his magical talents tended toward the most destructive kind.

Naylor's soon realized that it wasn't just friends who were becoming distant. He found that he and his parents and sister had less and less in common and that, by mutual agreement, his visits home grew further and further apart. It has now been four years since his last trip home and he can't even remember the last time his parents wrote. Rather than upsetting him, Naylor almost feels the distance as a relief. He is sure that his family would be even more distressed if they knew the real Naylor.

About the only thing that kept Naylor sane during his Lone Star days was his natural talent toward psychology. Even with no formal schooling Naylor found that what few friends he did have gravitated to him when they had a personal problem they couldn't work out. He was also able to figure out what was bothering them and guide them toward possible solutions. Fortunately he was able to analyse his own reactions and thoughts to his rather violent nature and occupation and come up with ways to cope with his talents and his isolation. As a mater of fact he realized that he could usually justify, to himself, using the most violent spells to geek someone. (or multiple someones)

In the end it wasn't any feeling of guilt nor was it fright that he was becoming more enamored with the use of destructive magic that caused him to turn away from Lone Star. It was a belief that, if he could just learn the "hows and whys" of his spells, he could subtily tweek or twist them to become different spells that would be less predictable and therefore less "counterable". The whys weren't a part of Lone Star's magic teaching so, with the help of a lonely med tech, he was able to retrieve his blood and DNA from the vaults and substitute samples from a runner that he had splattered. With that Naylor left a suicide note and disappeared into the shadows. In an unusual moment of weakness and gratitude(or perhaps humanity?) he left the med tech alive.

Seeking out a tutor, Naylor discovered Wolfgang, another reclusive mage, who had specialized in mutating spells, and paid him to give Naylor the ability to see how the spells were actually constructed. In time Wolfgang sucombed to one too many dangerous runs, but not before emparting to Naylor the ability to see the basic structure of order necessary to craft spells. As a tribute to Wolfgang, Naylor adopted the street name of Amadeus and paid a number of different plastic surgeons to subtily change his looks little by little over time, until his funds finally ran out. Now, rather than the 6 foot 150 pounder found on his lone Star ID, Naylor is three inches shorter and almost 35 pounds heavier. His hair is a lighter color and has receeded so that it belies his age of 29.

The only tendency that could possibly expose Naylor is his distinctive mode of dress which is subtilly elegant with a flair for the unusual.

When he is clubbing He wears deep purple leathers tucked inside his knee length boots, and is never seen without a colorful, monocromatic silk shirt. During the cool or rainy season in Seattle he throws on a leather jacket that matches his pants. Over that he wears an armored raincoat and prefers a leather berret to an umbrella.

Naylor is known around the Seattle club scene but his introverted nature, as opposed to his dress, has the female clubbers rather confused and curious. Although he can usually be found with a different woman (or even a couple of them)at his table on any given night he is rather obviously uninterested in them romantically. At least that is the story circulating around the womens' loo. On the other hand he is obviously not gay either. There have been a few women who considered Naylor a challange and although he has invited some back to his flat and even used his insignificant healing knowledge to give them really relaxing massages (often sans clothes)little else seems to have taken place. Quite often they awake in his bed with their clothes neatly hung in his wardrobe, but when they look for him, Naylor is usually asleep on the sofa or fixing breakfast in the kitchenette.

Nowdays women who want to club, but want little else, gravitate to his table near the end of the evening just as those who are looking for a nightly "pick-me-up" drift away to the crowded bar near closing time.

It has also been noted around the different clubs that, although Naylor drinks, no one has ever really seen him drunk. Some wonder if he uses rytethenol to keep his digestive system from absorbing alcohol. If so, it is also obvious that he never uses his being sober to take advantage of anyone in slightly less alert condition.

Most of the men, and a decided number of the women, consider Naylor a knowledgeable, entertaining conversationalist but, if pressed to tell you about the man himself, would fumble around before admitting that they know almost nothing about him. Most agree that he seems to fill the nitch associated with a slightly protective older brother and the wounded puppies of society just naturally seem to gravitate to him. His gentleness is reassuring and his genuine interest in his companions makes people look as they enter, to see if he is "in residence" at his ''usual'' table on any given evening. This knightly galantry and his outdated tradition of insisting that all women be treated as virtuous maidens until they prove themselves otherwise will probably be his downfall in the end.