[hider=Kenny][CENTER][h1][img]https://txt.1001fonts.net/img/txt/dHRmLjEyOC42YTg4YjYuUzJWdWJua2dRblZ5ZEc5dS4w/necro-monger.regular.webp[/img][/h1][/CENTER] [table][row][/row][row][cell] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/WQxF2nz.png[/img] [sup]__________________artb_____________________________[/sup] [sub]Kenneth Burton Him [b]|[/b] 37 [b]|[/b] Male [b]|[/b] 5’10 [b]|[/b] 198 lbs [sup]_______________________________________________[/sup] Wasted. [sup]_______________________________________________[/sup] Skills & Talents[/sub] [sup]___________________________________[/sup][/center][hider=] [sub][b]Casework ⫻[/b] TPPD is too small to employ a full time crew of investigators, so most day-to-day work is handled by the department’s own officers or handed off to state police as needed in the case of more [i]serious[/i] work. For his part, Kenny has a decent set of instincts with years of policing under his belt... when he can be bothered to use them. )[/sub][/hider] [/cell][cell][sub][b] Appearance[/b][/sub] [sub][sup]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/sup][/sub] [indent]An endormorphic man crossing the threshold towards middle age, with coarse, charcoal textured hair that isn’t styled so much as routinely shorn by a #1 or #2 razor. If it isn’t kept rhat way, it starts to form a shaggy proto-mullt. He keeps his jawline in the same fashion, periodically trimming it back, but usually leaving a layer of cropped stubble to grow Kenny’s certainly no athlete, but he’s still got a degree of tone to his extremities to demonstrate he doesn’t spend the [i]entire[/i] day sat in the cruiser or leaning against a barstool. That said, he gives the impression of someone who will develop a paunch in the next decade or so. [/indent] [/cell][/row][/table][sub][b] Psychology[/b][/sub] [sub][sup]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/sup][/sub] [INDENT][b]MAIN GOAL ⫻[/b] Coast on by, keep his paycheck coming in, and try building up his pension and under-the-counter retirement fund in case something falls through. And get rid of the fucking dwarf. [b]PHILOSOPHY ⫻[/b] Kenny’s view is apathy at best, nihilism at worst. If you asked him during a forthcoming moment, he might reflect in crude terms that most of his career has amounted to nothing and human nature would inevitably kick in whether or not you tried to stop it, and that energy was best directed towards steering it down the path of least resistance. [b]SECRETS AND FEARS ⫻[/b] Putting it mildly, Kenny has [i]not[/i] kept his nose clean while working as a small town cop. He’s bargained with enough lesser evils to the point he’d stopped caring, sometimes enriching himself on the side in the process. He had his heart and mind set on being a cop for so long that now, so far down the hole, it’s hard for him to imagine doing anything else, even if he knows he’s a terrible example to follow - and in turn he knows there are things he needs to keep swpt under the carpet if he wants to carry on that way. There is a part of him that [i]wants[/i] to live up to the idealistic spectacle of what a cop [i]should[/i] be, that he thought his uncle was, but that’s been buried beneath a layer of apathy and self-loathing over the matter. [b]SEXUALITY ⫻[/b] Plenty of short-term things but nothing that’s ever lasted long. [b] WHAT WAS THE FIRST DAY WITH MAGIC LIKE? ⫻ [/b] Poorly timed. Kenny was [i]dealing[/i] with a loose end when the resurgent powers manifested when he unwittingly summoned the spirit of some long-dead dwarf [i]bastard[/i] who’s remains had been dumped somewhere close by, years before his time. Said dwarf specter, Ivar, proceeded to haunt his waking senses, spewing the kind of poison you might expect from a dwarven crime boss [b]FLAWS ⫻[/b] Boy are there. The most outstanding is his [i]lax[/i] approach to self-medication of his personal issues, real or imagined. Alcohol? Check. Under the counter painkillers? Check. He’s not at the level of shooting heroin into his ass or snorting coke through a silly straw, but given his position... that’s not a massive difference. Having a contemptuous, revenant specter of some mid-century dwarven crime boss has not eased that problem by any measure. [/INDENT] [sub][b] Backstory[/b][/sub] [sub][sup]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/sup][/sub] [indent]Kenny’s a local through and through, born and raised in town, and spending most of his life there, barring a city stint in his twenties. His old man died before he hit double-digit ages in what could be best described as as industrial accident, aggravated by poor decisions - alcohol had played its part in that instance, and truth be told his old man had hardly been the pinnacle of fatherhood. Therefore, Kenny’s need for a father figure was rapidly substituted by his uncle, who at that point had a storied career. A policing veteran who had ‘retired’ upstate to a senior role in a smaller local department after years as a city cop. Kenny followed the example he thought had been set for him, eventually moving to the city himself and pushing himself through the local police academy, wanting to do the same and make something for himself. Unfortunately, that didn’t last long. What started as a ‘promising’ career, he realised, was just a facade. Even with honest intentions... the nature of the job, the pressures it put him under, he made mistakes, handled some situations rougher than he should’ve... and felt inadequate, growing disillusioned over time as things didn’t work out as they should. He crossed paths with other people, worse than him and [i]better[/i] at it too. A particularly egregious error of his own making kicked off the dominos, with the eventual tipping point being his learning that, yes, Uncle Mitch [i]had[/i] really been a former city cop, that much was true, but [i]former[/i] for a reason. He’d been a piece of work who had taken his share of bumps, taken things too far, and made the police union rankle at his behaviour to the point that a transfer to some relative quiet backwater town upstate had been a quiet way to shuffle a problem character aside without making waves. Ken quit the city and went back home to Twin Pines. One last dirty favour from his uncle was a job with his hometown’s police department, and then a little while after that the old man suffered a heart attack and died on the shitter. In the seven years since, Kenny did his job, just about. Locals knew him as a man who’d collar someone for starting bar fights, only to be throwing a few blows of his own after having a few too many later on that same night. And that wasn’t getting into some of the other [i]overtime[/i] work he was pulling. Some people got more leeway than others, depending on who you were. The night his magic first manifest itself, he was dealing with a loose end - someone who had tried, failed and got into misfortune on the wrong side of him. Kenny had gone too far, and in that moment he’d been trying to [i]avoid[/i] the repercussions of what he’d done, disposing of the evidence out on the lake. In that moment, he happened to be close enough to the sunken, weighted remains of a long-dead dwarf, known infamously in life as Ivar Cleftbeard. Ivar had been a crime lord and figure of ill repute in their time... and the name had double meaning, as Kenny learned to his horror when the spectral visage of said dwarf mobster stalked his every waking moment. Now the two of them were stuck together, and neither happy for it. Ivar having only recently grasped that they have been dead for the better half of a century and were now attached to some cretinous gobshite lawman, and Kenny for being stuck with a poison-spewing revenant urging him to violence at nearly every step. [/indent] [sub][b] Magic[/b][/sub] [sub][sup]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/sup][/sub] [i]"Spooky scary skeletons."[/i] [indent] [b]MAGIC ⫻[/b] Necromancy [b]MAGIC DESCRIPTION ⫻[/b] A grave power invoking the physical matter and consciousness of the deceased to return to animated form. It also has the side effect of invoking the ghost of a particularly nasty dwarf who died mid-century after carving out a decades-spanning trail of blood. Sheriff Ivar is a story still whispered among local folklore [b]LIMITS ⫻[/b] Kenny is not about to summon war bands of long dead Iroquois from the earth to attack his foes. Perhaps, with time, there might be some [i]approximation[/i] of that which could be achieved, but only by someone with the right mindset. As for Sheriff Ivar, the specter has a [i]limited[/i] capacity to interact with the world within Kenny’s range, nudging small objects. Bodies of the dead, or those near-death, could theoretically be possessed [b]WEAKNESSES ⫻[/b] [youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sVjk5nrb_lI[/youtube] [/INDENT] [sup][b] Other[/b][/sup] [sub][sup]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/sup][/sub] [indent][youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mu62sMGIJMw[/youtube][/INDENT][/hider]