Speaking of workload, be advised that I'll be away from my computer tuesday and wednesday next week. Travelling off into the woods to look for some casings, don't you know.
On another tack, here is Nighshift's finished background : Let me know what you think!
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CHARACTER INTRO
Mitchell Rawling is a white-haired, no-nonsense night watchman. He's always been fit for his age, for which he blames a regular training routine, the love of a good woman and God in general; frankly, the daily exercise he gets doing his job at Metro University doesn't hurt either. Lately though - lately he's been feeling *extremely* fit. Healthy. Downright *eager*. His reflexes, his stamina, his presence, *everything* is on an upward curve! Oh, and he can bring objects to him, <snap> just like that. Now that can't be natural.
Found out this perticular tidbit during a break and enter : a fwoosh, a dark, streaky blur and the gun that was IN A LOCKED BOX, down the lowest drawer on the right was now IN HIS HAND, ready to use (and you just *know* the unrepentant bullets were stored in another part of the room entirely, don't you?). Hell of a reveille. Things like that, weird things, have been happening a lot more lately -- or maybe it's him that notices them more keenly now that *he* is weird? That frozen guy in the park for example, or stories of floating houses over in China, molemen in the sewers of Sumatra, that Jenny kid over by 4th... It doesn't take a Ridgway to figure out *something* is going on, and that he's a part of it, somehow.
Government is bound to do something eventually, to put up a call : got *every* confidence. In the meantime though, they'll need people like him, people willing to keep the peace and patrol the borders until they manage to pull their collective thumbs out. He's had a full life till now, what with the war, marrying the right woman, raising a daughter, keeping food on the table, and all the little things that make life a thing worth living... Well. Doesn't look like it's over, does it?
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PERSONALITY
The steady, serious Rawling of old is presently being impacted by serious surges of adrenaline flowing through his system. He'd thought he'd put his charging days behind, settled into a steady rhythm... but apparently not. He's only gone on a few "patrols" yet, but he's acually *enjoying* this vigilante stuff, the hurried beat of a worried heart, the power, the risks (oh, the risks...). Steady hand stays the course, as they say... Going to need a lot of hands. (Did I mention he has a very dry sense of humor?

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Binder Fred, happy days of chocolate to you all!