Damian Crowe

Damian possesses an innate magical resistance, which manifests itself in his eyes. Due to past overexertion, his pupils have a reddish tint.
Unique skill: He can see traces of magic (residual aura) even after the spell has been dispelled. That's how he found her—he simply "saw" the gravity around her distorted, even when she was hiding in the shadows.

Damian smokes constantly, but not for pleasure.
Trigger/Detail: He finds the "smell" of magic physically unpleasant, causing headaches. Tobacco smoke serves as a sensory dampener. If a cigarette goes out or he doesn't have one, he becomes more irritable and less focused. In situations of intense magical tension, he may nervously search for a lighter.

Outwardly, he appears callous and indifferent to everything; his speech is laconic, dry, and often full of sarcasm. He trusts no one, especially mages.
But there's a catch: He has a steely moral code. He never hits unarmed people, never shoots people in the back, and never breaks his word. If he promised to let her go under certain conditions, he'll keep his word, even if it costs him his career.

Unlike the technologically advanced intelligence services, Damian prefers the old-fashioned style: a black suit, tie, and trench coat. No plasma rifles—only a special pistol with cartridges filled with holy water and silver (or magic-neutralizing salts).
Appearance detail: He's always slightly unshaven. This isn't sloppiness, but rather his personal "disguise": it makes him look more civilized and less suspicious to ordinary people, but to mages, he's a fiend.

He has a permanent weakness: his left shoulder. It was severely injured by magic during a previous investigation.
Trigger/Detail: In cold weather, or when his magical resistance is overloaded (for example, if she casts an overly powerful illusion on him), his shoulder begins to ache. It's a weak spot, and she can sometimes see him wince as he clenches his hand when he thinks no one is looking.