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Ford Milligan

"I'm thinking that things are about to get all Silent Hill up in this bitznitch. Nobody ever let me speak like that again."

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a character in “Morrowfield's Bloody Night”, as played by Cypher

Description

ImageFull Name: Richard Ford Milligan.

Nickname (or, if you’re a killer, are you known by a certain Alias?): Ford. For some reason he despises the name--probably because he doesn't like the nickname "Dick"--and has so decided that everyone will know him as Ford.

Age: 22

Personality: Ford is a friendly enough guy, if a bit withdrawn. He doesn't like socializing unless someone else strikes up the conversation, and can come off as a little awkward until he starts to warm up to the conversation. Once you've got him talking though, it's fairly different. Ford is funny and keenly observant, proud and very opinionated (although he keeps his opinions hidden until pressed). He's deeply loyal to his friends, keeping a list of "open call" friends that are allowed to contact him at any hour of the day, regardless of whether he is sleeping, eating or any other actions that would otherwise compromise him, barring death. He has a sweet spot for most women, although he is admittedly a flirt and a bit of a dope as well as a hopeless romantic. He enjoys diner food, cars (specifically his own), more food, intellectual films, most forms of music (but put his car on a Top 40s station and he may shiv you), a good read and occasionally a glass of wine. Dislikes liberals and blue Kool-Aid.

Physical description: For the basics, see the picture at left. To go more in-depth... Ford stands at about six feet even, maybe a few ticks shy on the yardstick (Five-eleven and change), and weighs in at an unassuming 150-ish pounds--it's been a while since he's accurately measured himself in any capacity, so these things are close-enough guesses at best. He can tell from looking in a mirror that his hair is dirty-blonde and somewhat lengthy, with some curl to it as well. His skin is pale, but not unhealthy--he spends quite a bit of time outside in good weather, but that's not to say that he tans well. It was worse when he was younger. His eyes are a very light, almost un-colored blue, close enough to be grey at a passing glance, flecked with a few tiny splotches of brown every now and again. Looking beneath his shirt (with permission, of course), you would find that he isn't very muscular; his chest is unmarked with muscle definition and his arms are somewhat skinny and long for a man with his proportions, giving him a bit of a scarecrowy appearance. Nevertheless, he is somewhat strong and very capable of running for some time, given the proper footwear.

Which he almost never wears. Ford isn't picky about clothes, but he generally chooses to wear military surplus; heavy wool coats in the winter, light jackets in the summer, hard-wearing cargos or jeans and button-down shirts with leather boots beneath. All of his clothes are well-worn but kept (pretty) clean, and none of them fit him perfectly; either being a little large or a little small, giving him a somewhat disheveled appearance.

Past: He lived a simple life in New Jersey for a while, having separated from his parents during college and later separated from college due to his ex-girlfriend (long story). He lived for a while in Hoboken, learning his way around a car and a gun and a bottle, before he felt a sudden calling for Maine. Specifically, Morrowfield. Why Morrowfield? Who was calling him? What about the puppies?! Okay, maybe not that last thing. But yeah, his parents--or at least one of them--were of witch blood. Granted, his several-generations-removed grandfather had been a practicing witch, but the very next son decided that pagan rituals and hemp undies weren't his cup of tea and so ran away from Morrowfield and into civilization! His family lived separated and unaware of the coven for many years, bouncing about until the latest generation settled in upstate New York (and then their progeny settled in 'boken). And then, like a lamb called back to the fold, Ford decided to drive to Morrowfield and set down roots one day, during a conspicuously unpredicted rainstorm...

Witch/Human: Human.

Power (don’t go overboard. Keep it simple): Simply put, he doesn't have one. He's as plain-Jane boring as anyone passing by on the street. Sure, he's a mechanical whiz when it comes to motor vehicles, he's a crack shot when it comes to bows or (god forbid) firearms and he once won a bar fight (an act normally considered impossibru) by knocking out a half-dozen guys with a table leg, but can he read minds? Light someone on fire with his thoughts? Snap his fingers and throw a crate across the room? No. Not even in his wildest dreams.

Other: I'll tell you later? If I come up with anything?

So begins...

Ford Milligan's Story

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Character Portrait: Otter Srarr Morris Character Portrait: Ford Milligan

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Ford

The rain pattered on the windshield of a late-model Impala as it passed a sign on the highway:

MORROWFIELD NEXT EXIT/BALTIMORE 53 MILES

A few feet later, the beaten former interceptor eased down an exit ramp, its halogen brights slashing through the rain like knives. Behind the wheel, Ford scratched his chin and rubbed his eyes. He'd been driving for a few hours now, and as much as he loved this new car--his Mercedes had died on him a matter of months ago--long distances always made him tired. But he supposed he could spare some time for a stop; this was, after all, the goal he had been seeking for quite some time now. At least a few days, which he'd spent locking up his apartment, grabbing food, and getting the car into working order (first the steering column had locked and then the front brake lines had both snapped on the way to the grocery store; both of these acting like some sort of omen). Then several hours, which he had spent on the road between the states of New Jersey and Maine.

But now he was here, despite his expectations. Now he would just check into the motel and--

THONK. SCREEEEEE-

'The hell-'

EEEEEEEEEEEEE-

Ford looked out his rolled-up window at the mirror, watching the rear of the car. Yep, sure enough, sparks were spraying from the back of the car. Probably the muffler come loose and dragging.

EEEEEEEEEE-

'Great. Sigh.'

Luckily, a diner came up on the roadside nearby. Ford pulled his jacket tighter about himself and steeled himself against the rain; knowing he would have to stop. Silently, he thanked those kooky Germans for making waterproof rain jackets for their police officers. He very slowly and carefully edged the car into the diner's parking lot (EEEEEEEeeeeeeeeee...) and pulled to a stop, then braved the rain to climb out of the car and sprint to the diner; water splashing and flicking off of his boots. He stood in the entrance for a few moments and shook himself dry, then stepped inside. He noticed that, amongst the Formica tables and red leather boots, were a variety of teenagers and young adults; no doubt the townsfolk. Ford gave them a nod as he moved to the counter--sitting, quite accidentally, next to Otter. He flagged the waitress down.

"Double cheeseburger, well done; side of fries and a coffee, if you please," he relayed efficiently, shaking out a little more of the water coating him. "And if you would, directions to the nearest mechanic? My car, uh, it's dragging its exhaust." He grinned sheepishly, then settled in as the waitress moved away, carrying his order.

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Character Portrait: Juliet Watson Character Portrait: Reno Kane Character Portrait: Otter Srarr Morris Character Portrait: Ford Milligan

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~OTTER~

She lifted her head when the waitress set down the steaming cup of brewed tea. She thanked her quietly and blew softly over the top of the drink to cool it a bit so she would not scorch her taste buds.
Her silver eyes lifted towards the door as a male she had never seen before entered the premises. She followed him as he went to the counter then helped herself to where her feet had been propped up and took a seat across the table from her.
She leaned back against the booth seat and watched him suspiciously. Listening to his reasoning for being here, a brow lifted. She took a sip of her drink then set it back down on the table, never taking eyes off of the attractive stranger who had decided to take a seat with her.
"I'm...uh...I'm Otter." She said quietly, offering him a small smile.


~RENO~

He smirked seeing her body quake from his touch. He knew he was that good but she just reminded him and a spark of pride lit up his ego. He paid no attention to her empty remarks about being one to stay alone and spider nonsense. He knew that she wanted him. It was obvious. And he wanted her back. His red orbs traveled over her delicious body and his smirk grew into a tiny grin, but it dropped to a serious expression in seconds as he closed in on her.
"Oh come on, angel face. You know that deep down you don't want to resist."
His arms were above her, against the wall and ultimately holding her there. Even if she tried, she wouldn't be able to budge him. If he wanted, he would pin her against the wall with his telekinesis, but he strayed away from the idea and left her to have her will.
He leaned in close to her and lips were lightly touching her cheek.
"You know you want to have some fun." He said in an irresistible tone.

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Character Portrait: Otter Srarr Morris Character Portrait: Ford Milligan

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Ford blinked for a second, hearing a voice on the opposite end of the table from him. For all the world and all of his keen awareness of his surroundings, he hadn't registered she was there until she spoke. In all honestly, the voice had filtered through on the peripherals of his attention span. He had only just realized now, in fact, that a voice had come from across the table from him.

And how fortunate that he had noticed. The girl was pretty, and her smile was pretty as well. Ford mirrored the expression with one of his own, a smile that was not, in fact, unattractive in itself despite its somewhat rushed appearance. He rested his hands on the table, then quickly wrapped them around the warm cup of coffee. Even in the summer of June, rain was still cold. The young man looked into the coffee, then down at the slip of paper that was secured under the coaster beneath. He looked at it, noticing the address of a mechanic's just down the road. He nodded at the waitress, and then looked back at the girl quickly--

'Whoa. Were her eyes so pretty twelve seconds ago?'

Ford quickly noticed that the girl sitting across from him was incredibly pretty; even better looking than he had thought she did. This brought a little bit of a blush to his face, which he blamed mostly on the warmth of the coffee seeping into him.

"I'm Ford." He said. "And I can't say as I've ever heard a name so interesting as yours. You from around here, miss Otter?" He sipped idly at his coffee as he asked the question.

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Character Portrait: Juliet Watson Character Portrait: Jack Vendesha Character Portrait: Reno Kane Character Portrait: Otter Srarr Morris Character Portrait: Lexi-Anna Monroe Character Portrait: Trinity Stones Character Portrait: Issac Timson Character Portrait: Ford Milligan

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~OTTER~

A pair of silver eyes stared into Ford, but once she had finished smiling, her face fell. A hollow look on her face as if she were lost in her own mind. And she was, now dazing off, her head in her hand. She sighed and watched the coffee steam rise and dissipate into the air.
He asked her if she was from Morrowfield? She laughed in her head and but hardly let the expression show on her face.
"Yeah. I've lived here all my life. I used to live with my parents. But my sister and I moved out and rented a house not far from here..." She stopped, not wanting to continue the rest of the story or get any deeper then that. She had answered his question so she did not need to proceed.
She took another sip of her tea which had cooled down for perfect temperature.
Otter leaned against the table, her eyes drifting towards the crowded table where everyone else was. Only Isaac noticed her so there was that. Why was she staring? She shook her head and sat up again, grabbing the coffee and beginning to drink every drop. She set the cup down when she finished and didn't meet Ford's eyes.

~RENO~

He chuckled at Jack's speech. He lifted himself off of the wall and leaned against it next to Juliet and closest to Jack.
"I don't want that girl. I know who my favorite is." His lips curled up in a smile that would scare any human. He looked determined and unstoppable, as if nothing would stand in his way.
"I want Lexi-Anna." He had decided earlier when he was staring into the diner. He wanted to kill the blondes, but if he had a choice he preferred a dark haired sacrifice.
"And I know just how I am going to succeed in this." His wings slowly slipped back into his back and he leaned forward, shoulders hunched as they drew into his back. The slits close up immediately and he leaned back against the wall again.
He shook his head, then started fixing his hair making sure it was perfect.
He pulled a box out of his pocket and lit up a cancer stick. The first drag he had was french inhaled and he blew the smoke out of his nose.
He took another hit then looked towards the women.
"So who do you want?" He asked them both.

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Character Portrait: Otter Srarr Morris Character Portrait: Ford Milligan

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Ford

As soon as the question stopped, Otter's face drooped, as if he'd asked a bad question. Ford suddenly felt a little bad, he had to admit. He guessed family was a sore spot with her, as it was with a lot of people he'd met. He blinked, his face impassive, but his eyes trying to gain a bead on what she was feeling. He got approximately nothing from her, so he merely returned to his coffee. It was still nuclear-hot, but Ford had had worse. So he sipped a little bit at a time, also focusing on his drink and keeping his eye on the table. He frowned a little. 'Smooth moves, Ford,' his mind chided, 'First and only hot girl you've seen in this town and you've already fucked up with her.'

He shook his head slightly and pocketed the note about the mechanic, contemplating where his burger was. Eventually, he looked up a little. "That was rude of me, sorry." He said softly. "I didn't mean to offend you or anything."

Really, he didn't. Either way, he was making impressions on the townsfolk already, and he had only just gotten here.

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Character Portrait: Lacey Sliverlight Character Portrait: Juliet Watson Character Portrait: Jack Vendesha Character Portrait: Reno Kane Character Portrait: Otter Srarr Morris Character Portrait: Christine Young Character Portrait: Lexi-Anna Monroe Character Portrait: Trinity Stones Character Portrait: Artemis Timson Character Portrait: Issac Timson Character Portrait: Ford Milligan

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Juliet glowered at Reno her fight impulse started to flood her head, she looked over a trinity and jack, thankful for them both coming in. She flushed at Jack's dirty look, she wanted to thank them both. "Which ever you want Trin I think we will figure it out I think I could easily get Calkid away from the others." She glanced at Jack. "yes?" She slinked over to Jack., once Reno released her from his grasp.

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Lacey grinned at Candy "Yeah thats fine I had party things at my place that they don't sell here, and yes I have strawberry wine." She winked at her. Yeah Candy your apartment is aweful bad." She grinned at her looking over at everyone. "Party at my casa bitches."Shee laughed and glanced at Otter and some guy she didnt know "You and your friend can come Otto< and Christine if you want to too. The more the merrier." She rested her head against Cal's shoulder "You'll come too right?"

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Character Portrait: Candy Joyce Character Portrait: Lacey Sliverlight Character Portrait: Cal Hart Character Portrait: Otter Srarr Morris Character Portrait: Christine Young Character Portrait: Lexi-Anna Monroe Character Portrait: Artemis Timson Character Portrait: Issac Timson Character Portrait: Ford Milligan

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Artemis paid little attention to those around her, preferring to focus only on her coffee. She drank it quickly and began to warm up, as well as become overly excited about nothing. Her foot was tapping tge floor rapidly in an irregular and out of time beat. She had hardly noticed the stranger who was chatting with Otter.

She looked up as Lacey mentioned having a party at her apartment. Normally, she wouldn't have gone to such an event, but the coffee had cheered her up. An hour or so out and having fun wasn't so bad now was it? "Sounds like fun," she said honestly, smiling a bit.

***

Issac had noticed the out of towner speaking with Otter. He was tempted to go and speak with them, but it seemed that they were content with being seperate from the group. He couldn't blame them, seeing as his own sister hated social events that didn't relate to sports.

He was a bit surprised to hear that Lacey was having a party at her house. He had only just arrived and hadn't had anything to eat. Hopefully she would have some food at her place. His sister was happy enough to go along so he eagerly decided to as well. He just loved talking with peopl! Unless they were sad, because then he could feel their sorrow and too much would bring him down as well.

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Character Portrait: Candy Joyce Character Portrait: Lacey Sliverlight Character Portrait: Juliet Watson Character Portrait: Jack Vendesha Character Portrait: Reno Kane Character Portrait: Christine Young Character Portrait: Trinity Stones Character Portrait: Ford Milligan

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"Which ever you want Trin. I think we will figure it out. I think I could easily get Calkid away from the others." Trinity looked up when the blonde mentioned her name. Fine. She could have Cal. She had her mind on somebody else, anyway.

"There's somebody new in town. But he's important. I can already tell. I want him." She spoke quietly, yet smoothly. As if she had been rehearsing this line for days. She had decided when she saw him walk in that diner. She then looked at Jack, thinking about what he had said about Candice. Neither of them wanted to claim her for the ritual. Well, she did have one idea for the girl. She stared at a spot on the floor, before finally deciding to tell the others.

"What about Issac? Do you think we could use Candice for his prisoner? Or, maybe he should get his own prisoner. Either way, she shouldn't be wasted."
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Christine looked up once again as Lacey's voice rung out across the room. "Party at my casa bitches. You and your friend can come Otto, and Christine if you want to too. The more the merrier." Glad to know she was a tag along. She bit into the burger that had just arrived as she thought about the party. She actually thought it wouldn't be too bad of a thing to go to. After all, she never did really talk to the others. And Lacey lived right across the hall from her in the apartment building. So after all, it couldn't be too bad.

"Of course, in fact, why don't we all just blow this joint right now? I'd rather be at that party." Alright. If Cal was going, so was she. She took another bite out of the burger before laying it down on the plate. She started to say something, but apparently, so did Lexi. But the girl didn't get very far in the sentence. "I-" That was it. After waiting a minute to see if anybody else was going to say something, nobody did. Alright.

"I'll go. Not doing anything special tonight, anyway." Yup. That movie could wait.

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Character Portrait: Candy Joyce Character Portrait: Lacey Sliverlight Character Portrait: Otter Srarr Morris Character Portrait: Christine Young Character Portrait: Lexi-Anna Monroe Character Portrait: Artemis Timson Character Portrait: Issac Timson Character Portrait: Ford Milligan Character Portrait: Flint Silverlight

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Artemis groaned a bit as Lacey told her about Flint wanting to know if she was coming. She found him to be a pain in the neck. Sure he was cute, but he was too cocky for her liking. Maybe they could play some games and then she'd show him who was boss. Lacey departed with her brother, while Candy ran out right into the rain. Why anybody would willingly go out into that down pour was beyond her.

The red head picked up her keys and headed to the door, not bothering to offer Christine, Lexi-Anna, Ford, or Otter a ride. She simply headed outside and started up her car, waiting to see if Issac would bring anybody with him.

***

"Candy-" he started to say, but she was already gone. Issac didn't want her to get hurt or sick. He would have gone after her himself, but the rain would probably make him trip and fall. And Artemis had already almost run him over tonight when backing out of the driveway and thinking he was already in the car. Something was seriously wrong with his sister.

He waited until Cal offered up some rides before offering as well. "My sister has two spots in the back of her bug."

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Character Portrait: Ford Milligan

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Ford

Ford had remained intensely focused on his coffee and let the outside world slip away while he did so. It took seemingly hours to finish the cup, although in reality it only took a few minutes, so when he found himself suddenly sipping at an empty glass, he noted that his food had arrived in front of him.

Ford smiled. 'What a pleasant turn of events,' he thought to himself, and then started to tuck away the food with a grim determination. He was halfway through his fries and finished with the burger when somebody offered up a ride to something or other. Ford looked over his shoulder--it was that group of folks who had sat down together when he walked in. He turned slightly and tilted his head--him? Invited to a party? A guy they didn't even know? How nice, buuut...

"Uhm... Sorry, I can't. I have to find a mechanic, and then I've got to get set up in a motel room, and then... Yeah... Stuff." Ford looked back at his plate and shrugged, finishing his fries and leaving a tip under his coffee mug before he went up and paid his bill. Then, steeling himself against the rain, the young man stepped through the doors and out into the rain, where he was once again assaulted by the negative weather. He passed several very nice cars ('How do these kids even afford these things?') before reaching his own, and eased himself slowly into the driver's seat. The Impala obediently started up, the radio spewing The James Gang as he backed carefully into the road, his exhaust still dragging behind him as he drove off to the mechanic's.

{~}

A few minutes passed and Ford was set up with a stall in the local mechanic's. A few minutes more and he had a room in the local tavern, no private kitchen, no private bath, but a warm bed and a place out of the rain. Luckily, the car would be a quick fix, thank whatever was out there watching, but it would take a couple days to get it done securely. Ford sighed, throwing his jacket onto the coat-rack and laying down on the bed, curling up for a nap.

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Character Portrait: Jack Vendesha Character Portrait: Trinity Stones Character Portrait: Ford Milligan

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Trinity stared at the only light on in the tavern. The room that the light was coming from belonged to Richard Ford Milligan, who had a busted up car that needed some fixing. Room 5. She had figured this all out by doing a little researching (which may or may not have involved a death or two) with both the mechanics and and the owner of the tavern. She had sat her for about 5 minutes now, sitting under a tree that was right across the street. Might as well go now. Jack wanted the hostages by morning.

Not bothering to go through the lobby, she found a fire escape instead and scaled up to the second floor. Now, she stood in the musky hallway, where a weak light bulb was flickering at the opposite side of the hallway. In front of her, was a door with a crooked golden number on the door. 5 She tested the door knob. It was open. Well then. She opened the door, slowly. There was a small squeaking because of the old hinges, but other then that, nothing. She slowly walked in the room, ax in had even though she wasn't allowed to kill. But she could wound.

But the figure of Ford was fast asleep. Okay, this was getting way too easy. She looked around the room. It was empty. Raising an eyebrow slightly, she walked over to the bed and stood over it. Easiest way to do this was to make sure he was as asleep as possible. She brought the ax down so the handle hit him in the temple. Not enough to kill him, but enough to be sure he was out cold. Now, to get out of her without anyone seeing her.
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Minutes later, Trinity stood in the clearing where she usually killed, the endless rain still pounding down on her. And at her feet was the slumped over Ford Milligan, fast asleep.