C

C is for captain, or maybe for his cane, or for the place he was born or most likely for the surname that he bears. People doubtless know it. But many of them probably don't know it's C.

C is an older, stocky Briton with a false leg. He has many different stories about just how he lost it. But to be fair, he probably was in all the places where he claims to have misplaced it, and encountered all the people who were perhaps responsible for removing it.

C, ironically, does not stand for Centurion.

...Probably.

C is a (apparently) a comparatively prosaic figure, really, despite all this. He is the head of the United Kingdom's Secret Intelligence Service's Foreign Bureau, and likely a military and intelligence veteran. His role gets bigger and more important with every passing year, though. And it is perhaps inevitable that he should take a great interest in the relationship between the British government and the Centurions, in Winston Churchill's Century Club Junior Squad initiative, and in Lin Tsao. When those bigwigs and their weird Jewish occult experts babble about various esoteric and political and strategic issues, C is frequently the man who takes care of the practical side of special operations abroad.

Perhaps inevitably for someone in his line of work, C has also taken an interest in the person of Viktor Vaughn, charging Lin with finding out more about him and his true loyalties if they ever cross paths again.