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Cameron is a tall man, towering over most people, with the exception of his boss, Ayasha Ziedins. He is of pale complexion, with light brown freckles dotting his face, the bridge of his nose, and his neck. Cameron's thin hair is a true red, grown to a nice, pleasant length, and his eyes are a pale blue, his build muscular and athletic. His face is long, with a prominent nose and deep-set, probing eyes, his features sloping gently from his chin through his forehead. Cameron typically dresses to blend in with a crowd, meaning his exact mode of dress will depend upon the location, the time, the event, and the other persons or creatures who will be present.
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History
Born in 1970, Cameron was a young wizard whose powers were exploited by the CIA in a top-secret assassination program for several years. The exact nature of this program is restricted to not only top secret clearance holders but also on a need to know basis, and you, my friend and reader of this profile, do not need to know, or so says the Central Intelligence Agency's highest echelon. Of his past, all that can be garnered from the file is that he was psychologically unstable, but still passed on to the final magical killing squad, comprised of several misfits like himself whose talents were abused by the CIA in order to accomplish its own objectives. The other members included an autistic savant, a fire elemental, a linguistic prodigy, a sniper with a very high hit rate, and a man with superhuman strength, among others. Its missions included assassinations, destabilizations, and tying up loose ends in a manner that no one would suspect was anything but natural or accidental. The CIA has never disclosed the existence of Project Pillbug, a codename so ridiculous it provides great cover, nor what sorts of incidents it has specifically been involved in.
When he left the agency, Cameron transferred laterally to the Department of Magical Affairs and its Office of Accountability (a fancy, and somewhat mundane name for the intelligence/enforcement division of the Department), ensuring he would be treated fairly and as an equal peer, rather than as an animal subject unworthy of human considerations. Cameron took on the worst, most difficult, and most brutal assignments, successfully capturing or killing all of his targets. Most recently, he was promoted to a senior field position within the DMA and works on a liaison basis with the Wing City Police Department. Unbeknownst to those who know him, except for his boss, Ayasha Ziedins, Cameron has joined the Orsa of Terminus organization, to quench his sadistic desire to inflict evil upon the world. A true sociopath with a need to be in control at all times, Cameron is biding his time until he can realize his full potential. He is a Lieutenant within Orsa Terminus, serving under Krycis.
Cameron was captured by Dr. Vieed Selmon of the House of Cards, whose members manipulated him by implanting explosives in a prosthetic foot attached after they amputated his original one. After being released to do their bidding, he was caught up in one of the many Orsa/Patronus fights, and was arrested by Special Agent Marlene Angel as an Orsa member. He was transferred from the custody of the Langaran Defense Agency of the Aschen Confederation to the United States Federal Bureau of Prisons until a breakout arranged by Orsa and Terminus.
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Last updated 1 January 2011
I really need to update profiles more often.
Cameron Fields swaggered into the diner, glowering as he did so, his features hardening as he glanced around at the others, shooting daggers at anyone who dared look at him.
Cameron Fields shot a furious glare at Shoneah. Who was this wench, and how dare she so much as cast a glance upon him! He strode around her, and the. . . fight that apparently was happening. . . and took a seat in an empty booth, watching the carnage with a vicious smile, eyes shining.
Cameron Fields 's eyes rolled down toward Katyana, though he didn't so much as twitch at the woman's movements. "What do you want?" He spoke coldly to her, a spell ready on the tip of his tongue were she to be of any trouble.
Cameron Fields was happy at the correct, dark font.
Cameron Fields 's eyes traveled quickly up and down from the woman's face to her papers, frowning. He was annoyed that because of this peevish woman he was now missing the spectacle. Finally, he sighed in resignation, and snatched the papers from her. "Give those to me," he snapped, looking at the passports. "I don't give a flying shit who you are, so here." He signed his name on the appropriate line and shoved the documents back at Katyana. "And next time, take it to the State Department. The Magical Department shouldn't have to deal with this shit."
Cameron Fields glowered at Katyana, tempted to unleash a stunning spell just to rid himself of this abominable pestilence of a mage woman. "Whatever," he said, turning back to watch the fight, his malevolent smile returning. He seemed almost in an otherworldly state now, as if he had transcended his human body and its limitations, and was almost a celestial observer. But this, of course, was not true, only a mere observance of how one might perceive the expression on the wizard's face as he watched the carnage.
Cameron Fields was intrigued by the savage ferocity of this fight. Who were these people, and what quarrel had led them to this conflict? The agent in Cameron was tempted to ask; the assassin to join the fray, though this latter temptation, while strong indeed, he resisted with much force of will, to the point where the arteries in his neck bulged, his stare fixed on the seemingly helpless woman (Natalie) hoisted over the shoulder of a large man. Who were these people, and what were they fighting for?
Cameron Fields winced slightly at the sound of the sonic blasts. "Sahhat," he muttered, muting the sounds for his own benefit - the muting spell would only work for him, and would not affect anyone else. He continued watching, until finally, bored of a dearth of connection, of understanding of why these people were fighting, he stood tiredly, glancing around with that permanent scowl of his, carved into his stony features, and strode toward the door, deliberately stepping around House of Cards and the witch on the ground, his ears perking up at the sound of Nyx's voice. There was something she wanted. And Cameron, sooner or later, would find out what it was.
"Adfay'r," Cameron spat at the tentacle that was writhing toward him, the spell a simple shoving spell used to repel an object and send it away from him. Were it successful - and it typically was - the tentacle would not touch him and he would simply leave, stalking through the door.
Cameron Fields swaggered into the bar, staring unblinkingly at the others inside, his lips a hard line, as if daring anyone to glance at him. His figure was tall and imposing, towering over most of the other humans or humanoids inside, his gaze colder than dry ice. He strode toward the bar, long, gangly strides, with a haughty manner about him.
Tahira Ali "You mean the color of my skin?" she asked, even more confused than she had been. Self-consciously, she looked down at her hands, and then back up at Michael. "What is so important about that?"
Cameron Fields scowled at Momiji. "Give to my secretary," he said dismissively, whirling to stride over to Krycis, tempted to spit some nasty spell in the man's direction as payback for deigning to toss a pebble at him. "You summoned?" he said drily, eyes flashing.
Tahira Ali
"What do you know of what I did?" Ali frowned, some hint of trepidation slipping into her voice, her attention now fully on Michael, no longer glancing toward Valkyrie between beats. She did not know who this man was, nor what he wanted, and his words, for fairly obvious reasons, made her uneasy.
Cameron Fields had in fact noticed Krycis the night before, though it had been in his subconscious, as had come with his years of training, and he only recognized the man now, ironically, as he uttered these words. Cameron's eyes narrowed, keeping his gaze wandering about the bar, in order to be constantly abreast of all of the others' movements, though it was to Krycis that he spoke. "Could be," he said, in an uninterested tone, tilting his head back to look at the rafterless ceiling.
Cameron Fields was already across the room, and except for routine notice of others' locations, was no longer deigning to converse with one of his underlings. It would be beneath him, and he simply didn't feel like it. Momiji could bugger off, for now anyhow, and Cameron wouldn't give a damn. At Silvertongue's words, Cameron was careful to maintain an expressionless face, his training a great asset. His eyes slid back towards the cyborg, though he seemed to be looking away. "My business is nasty in and of itself," he remarked carelessly.
"You might say so," Cameron said lightly, shrugging as he spoke. Though his facial expression did not change, he noted Silvertongue's near change in expression, though he did not comment on it. He half-turned, as if bored, watching Momiji. These police officers, always attending to minute, trivial matters which in the end would do nothing for anyone, accomplish nothing, leave no permanent mark on time. And he didn't want to dabble in their stupid shit.
Cameron turned back toward Silvertongue, eyes hardening. "I would put Adolf Hitler in my shadow for it," he expostulated boldly, though his voice was quiet so that only his companion might here him.
Cameron took in the information. With each word, he grew more and more excited, though his face remained expressionless, his eyes harsh and condemning. "What's in it for me?" he asked. "What would I have to gain?"
"You wouldn't understand what I desire," Cameron said scornfully, shaking his head. "But what's the cost? Surely there's a catch."
"I do not want to be part of whatever plan you have," Ali said. "Leave me out of your designs."
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