LOL I think we're driving poor Palazzo up a wall
Well, here's my other character.
Name: Andrew Nighte
Specialties: Forensics, sample collecting (what kind of physical specialty WOULD a forensics detective have, anyway? o_O), access to forensics labs across the US.
Mundane skills: Street defense (nothing fabulous, but hey, when you're often in iffy areas...), keen observation, trivia buff, drawing/sketching, handguns, getting rid of annoying superiors, dabbling in psychological profiling (admittedly a specialty, but its more of an informal thing based on experience for him...)
Bio: His mother was raped and murdered when he was 16. The killer was caught, tried, and convicted to life term in prison. But on appeal, the defense convinced the presiding judge that the evidence had been compromised by on-scene police officers. The case was dismissed, and Andrew crushed. He vowed to strive to keep scum like Mike DeGotts off the streets.
In fulfilment of his vow, he entered police academy at 19. Throwing his life and soul into it, he excelled. But though he was making a difference, it didn't seem that he was doing anything to catch those who got away. So, at 23, he went to forensics school. Just as before, and this time with the help of government sponsership, he threw everything he had into it.
Once again, he excelled, and graduated with a doctorate a mere four years later. As years passed, his celebrity in the national police forces grew. His instinct was impeccable, almost supernatural (not attributing it to some innate magical ability, just really good instincts) in its ability to penetrate the surface of a crime scene.
At the age of 41, he had dozens of successful cases under his belt, with everything from local police cases, to state police, to a number of Federal cases. With the aid of the teams of detectives he inevitably found himself with, he was one of the few police officials to have a near 100% rate of apprehension.
Yet, as these years passed, he began noticing strange occurances, evidences and patterns that defied possibility. Initially, he passed them by as freak incidence. But, after a year, he went back to the evidence of one of his oddest cases, only to find the evidence wasn't there. At first, proper evidence appropriation forms kept him from investigating any further. But after another three years, he realised there was a pattern, and it didn't apply only to him. Though admittedly few, freak cases did come up, but the evidence was inevitably lost at some stage, and no suspect ever found.
At 32, he did something he wouldn't have done previously, because of its highly illegal nature. He began taking evidence samples and report copies himself, and hiding them away for a personal collection. As his collection grew, his curiousity grew. The material was painting a far different picture than any other collection of evidences. Had he been superstitious, he would have called it inhuman. As it was, he was simply mystified.
Then, at the age of 41, he was approached by an organization called The Patron Saints. He has been working for them for a year now.
OOC: I think that's got some potential... What do you think?
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