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Prey Tell (Modern Supernaturals and Hunters) STILL ACCEPTING

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Prey Tell (Modern Supernaturals and Hunters) STILL ACCEPTING

Detective Scott Greenfield

Name: Scott Greenfield

Age: 26

Ethnicity/Race: Caucasian

Appearance: He's rather tall, standing at 6'2", and has black hair and brown eyes. Usually has a fair amount of stubble on his face.

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Personality: His supervisor describes him as "dull and dutiful". He has few friends outside of his co-workers, as he tends to focus entirely on his work. He has a great amount of passion for what he does, and he feels that it's his responsibility to protect people. As such, he is driven to find those responsible for the recent killings, and bring them to justice.

History: A Gravette native, Scott spent most of his life in the city. He was a hardworking student, and he was noted for his sense of duty. Unfortunately, he didn't make many friends in school, and he never bothered with dating. After high school, he worked a few part-time jobs before entering a police academy. At the age of 21, he became a police officer in the Gravette Police Department. Two years later, he became a detective.

His career has been mostly uneventful up until recently. He was mostly relegated to handling minor offenses, while more experienced detectives pursued the major cases. However, the police department was not prepared for the sudden influx of homicides, many of them involving either apparent animal attacks, or the use of unusual weapons and chemicals. Scott is one of the many detectives assigned with figuring out what is happening, and who is responsible.

Involved Yet?: He is investigating the crimes committed by both sides, but isn't aware of the existence of the supernatural or the conflict, believing the killings to be the work of normal criminals.

Strengths: He's been trained to fight, and is in good physical shape. His detective work has greatly improved his investigative abilities. He also has the police, and by extension, the US government, on his side.

Weaknesses: He is bound by the law, and is unlikely to break it. He has no special artifacts, and no supernatural powers.

Stance: Oblivious, but unlikely to remain that way for long.

Other: Typically wears a light grey suit.

Prey Tell (Modern Supernaturals and Hunters) STILL ACCEPTING

Name: Scott Greenfield

Age: 26

Ethnicity/Race: Caucasian

Appearance: He's rather tall, standing at 6'2", and has black hair and brown eyes. Usually has a fair amount of stubble on his face.

Picture

Personality: His supervisor describes him as "dull and dutiful". He has few friends outside of his co-workers, as he tends to focus entirely on his work. He has a great amount of passion for what he does, and he feels that it's his responsibility to protect people. As such, he is driven to find those responsible for the recent killings, and bring them to justice.

History: A Gravette native, Scott spent most of his life in the city. He was a hardworking student, and he was noted for his sense of duty. Unfortunately, he didn't make many friends in school, and he never bothered with dating. After high school, he worked a few part-time jobs before entering a police academy. At the age of 21, he became a police officer in the Gravette Police Department. Two years later, he became a detective.

His career has been mostly uneventful up until recently. He was mostly relegated to handling minor offenses, while more experienced detectives pursued the major cases. However, the police department was not prepared for the sudden influx of homicides, many of them involving either apparent animal attacks, or the use of unusual weapons and chemicals. Scott is one of the many detectives assigned with figuring out what is happening, and who is responsible.

Involved Yet?: He is investigating the crimes committed by both sides, but isn't aware of the existence of the supernatural or the conflict, believing the killings to be the work of normal criminals.

Strengths: He's been trained to fight, and is in good physical shape. His detective work has greatly improved his investigative abilities. He also has the police, and by extension, the US government, on his side.

Weaknesses: He is bound by the law, and is unlikely to break it. He has no special artifacts, and no supernatural powers.

Stance: Oblivious, but unlikely to remain that way for long.

Other: Typically wears a light grey suit.

Prey Tell (Modern Supernaturals and Hunters) STILL ACCEPTING

Alright, I'll get a sheet up tomorrow as well.

Prey Tell (Modern Supernaturals and Hunters) STILL ACCEPTING

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It all happened so fast, Rook thought to himself.

It was supposed to be simple. They would grab a few bags, run away, eat, and move on. He had already grabbed one of the bags, and was holding it over his shoulder along with the bag of clothing. But apparently, Mal decided she didn't like that idea. She was, as she put it, too hungry. Too hungry for common sense, apparently. He could only look on, with shock and confusion, as she proceeded to tear into one of the bags and stuffed her face like some kind of rabid animal. And, just a few seconds after this happened, someone walked outside- evidently an employee of the establishment- and noticed what was going on.

He looked at the man, and the man looked back at him. As the man spoke, Rook could only stare at him for a moment. We must look so suspicious, he thought. They were five homeless-looking teenagers huddled around a dumpster, with one of them currently eating out of it. He, himself, was carrying not one, but two garbage bags, which probably didn't help at all.

We need to go, he realized. If they stayed here, they risked a confrontation, which would inevitably lead to them being found by Chimera. He already had a bag of food, which should be enough for everyone. They just had to run, and fast. So, looking the man in the eyes, Rook spoke with the most polite voice he could muster at that moment. "We're sorry, sir. We'll be going now." He then proceeded to walk, then run away from the restaurant and into the alleys, fleeing a situation that could lead to their capture. As he ran, there was only a single thought on his mind.

Damn it, Mal.

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Rook gave Flick a sideways glance, raising an eyebrow. Shaking his head somewhat, he spoke. "It doesn't matter if we're not going to talk to them, Flick. They're going to talk to us, eventually." Was he angry? He couldn't tell. Either way, he felt that Flick was being unrealistic if he thought they would never interact with other people. Looking around, he continued speaking. "We look different, suspicious. Someone will likely ask us some questions. And what if we are caught sneaking around somewhere?" He continued walking, stopping as the restaurant came into view.

Rook wasn't a hundred percent sure what a waffle was, but he vaguely remembered it as some sort of food item. Judging by the sign, this house was a place in which waffles were served. Looking through the windows, he could see a few people inside. He had to take a moment to really look at them- he hadn't seen anything like it. They looked nothing like the guards and scientists, and not just because they were wearing different clothes. Instead of the poker faces of the scientists, and the cold glares of the guards behind their masks, they wore a variety of expressions. A group of four people sat at a table, smiling and laughing. A woman spoke to the person behind the counter, sipping out of a white mug. A man in a heavy coat sat alone, picking at his plate. They looked nothing like the people he had seen before. They were just...living their lives. It was something so ordinary, but so strange to him.

Looking away from the window, he followed Flick across the building. Carrying the bag of clothes over his back, he tried his best to look as normal as possible, sprinting over to the dumpster as soon as he got the chance. Looking inside as Flick tossed open the lid, he noticed the bags. Same type. They must use this kind of bag a lot. Looking over his shoulder to the garbage bag of clothes, he realized he might have a problem. Great...

Sighing, he proceeded to pick up one of the garbage bags, and lifted it over his left shoulder, the clothing bag resting on his right shoulder. His augmented strength made carrying the two bags fairly easy, but it would be harder to move with them, and he would look very suspicious. The sooner they found a place to stay, the better.

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