Unlike some people who swear they were born unlucky, Redd knows he was born because of luck. Not expected to survive the hour, Redd was born to two parents who could never quite stop mourning him, even when he outlived every milestone. Neither could quite bring themselves to love what they thought they'd lose. He wasn't helped by the way strange twists of fate seemed to haunt his footsteps. Though he never lost his keys and always passed his math tests (no matter how little he studied), he never could seem to keep an appointment, or keep himself out of trouble. For every time fortune smiled, her other face seemed to give him the thumbs-down.

But Redd wasn't stupid. Unlucky, yes, but quick to come up with solutions for the problems life presented him. Eventually, he learned that even bad luck could be good luck, depending on how you used it. A bit of trouble could keep the night lively, and hey, if he never made appointments, he'd never have any to miss. It was a careful life he led, but there was something to beating expectations any way he could that he relished.

Until defying expectations had consequences.

Redd had just been stirring up a bit of playful trouble. It was a party, after all, and what better entertainment was there than a bit of drama? He'd been flirting with one of the girls some slick customer was trying to put the moves on, and succeeding. Said slick customer had been giving him an ugly look all night. Redd's two heads both broke into a grin when the guy came over, looking like a stormcloud -- and stopped smiling when the man punched him in the face. What had begun as a bit of fun quickly turned into an ugly brawl. Redd left the party in a huff, and didn't realize he was being followed until the man spun him around with a nasty grin.

'We're not done,' Median had said.

'We're not, but you are,' Redd had bluffed. And apparently, whatever had been watching over him heard.

As Redd stretched out his hand, fate extended his reach and laid a curse on Median. The man, who had put so much stock into his looks, screamed as he morphed into something altogether new. Redd, for his part, took the offering fate had granted him and bolted down the street, never looking back to see what might have truly happened to Meridian. If Redd is lucky -- though he never has been -- the slick customer's long dead.

These days, Redd mostly uses his intuition (along with a bit of luck) to pick out good-looking scraps from the city's junkpile. He's made a good living figuring out what's wrong with the vehicles his clients bring him. He's even guaranteed plenty of return customers by making sure a different part will wear out in a couple years. Fate's a fickle thing, but Redd's got it under control. At least, that's what he tells himself.

• Works as a mechanic at his shop, Lucky Cat Repairs. He's known as an excellent craftsman with cheap prices.
• Refers to himself in the singular, though occasionally confuses others by answering from both heads (at the same time, or one after the other). Likes to keep people guessing.
• Keeps a coin in his pocket that he flips for particularly large decisions. It never helps, but the ritual is fun.
• Tends to come across as standoffish, which quickly melts away when someone passes his inner metrics. But he's not telling what his standards are. Maybe it's all luck of the draw.