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Gordon Hill

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a character in “Rishon: Vow”, as played by Brat Prince

Description

Age: 45

Race: Half-Elf

Gender: Male

Appearance: Gordon has most elven features but because of his human heritage they are toned down. He has shoulder length black hair that he usually wears in a ponytail and sky blue eyes. He stands at 6' tall and is slender with fair skin.

Affinity: Fire

Personality: He is thoughtful in his actions and tends to use violence as a last resort. He is obsessed with Nephilim to the point that the best way to motivate him is with any information you may have about them.

Gear: Sword, note book with any information he has found about Nephilim, old theif's kit (includes: lockpicks, alarm rerouter and glass cutter) and a archaeologist's kit (includes: small sweeping brush, small pick, shovel and a magnifying glass)

Occupation/Skills: Used to be a cat burgeler but is now an archaeologist. While he knows how to use guns he prefers to use a sword.

Background: Gordon lived a rather normal human childhood but always felt out of place because of his elven heritage. Growing up he always had a strange fascination with stories about Nephilim quickly starting a notebook to gather any information that he could about them. While in school he started a small stint as a cat burgeler stealing anything that had to do with Nephilim, usually returning them within a couple weeks. However, after a break in that almost landed him in jail he was set strait.

Gordon's whole goal in life is to one day dig up a Nephilim and learn all that he can from the source. Almost dangerously curious Gordon wonders if these new giant creatures know anything about the Nephilim.

So begins...

Gordon Hill's Story

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It is the night of the king's public service announcement regarding the recent "accidents" involving the strange creatures. People from all over gathered to watch and the media having cameras and reporters blinding him with their lights and camera flashes. He looks tense, dark rings around his gray eyes and his black hair and goatee marred with a few streaks of white, at times adjusting the collar of his dark blue suit, he's worried. He is looking over papers and fidgeting with the microphone, getting ready to choose his delivery then stands straight, takes a breath, and begins his speech.

"People of Mordania, my people, my brethren, I know..." He tries to speak with as much a strong and reassuring tone as he can, but pauses to clears his throat. "I know that some of you are worried, afraid of some prophecy from a time long ago, that these creatures may be the Nephilim, but I can assure you, the situation is being dealt with."

"Dealt with?" A voice cries out from the crowd, it is a reporter, one from a channel notorious for heavily criticizing Mordania's officials. "There are over forty dead, more wounded, bodies barely recognizable except through a long and thorough aether print, how do you plan to deal with this?"

"By upping vigilance through our trusted men in black, because of them it was just that many and not hundred or thousands."

"But why don't you make the call we are all waiting to hear, to hunt down these creatures and make sure there are no future incidents, you know, like a responsible leader." The reporter says, without subtlety in his tone. "After all, if they are Nephilim, then doomsday is around the corner."

"And begin another age of slayers... Hasn't history taught you anything at all?" Mordaine seems agitated, slamming his hand down on the podium. "This nation was founded on the principle that all people, regardless of race, deserve a chance, or are you suggesting we should also restart the hunts on our bigger-than-life brothers?"

"I'm not suggesting anything of the sort, what happened to the behemoth races was a mistake, but they didn't attack us first, these things did."

"Regardless..." He says, straightening his collar shifting his attention from the reporter. "There are reports from all around that sighting have occurred, the dark forest should be considered unsafe and be weary of wandering Hoffenheim at a night like this. And if anyone sees anything strange, anything at all, report it to your local station immediately."

A man walks up next to the king, clad in sturdy yet flexible white and red armor, a helmet covering his head and a glowing visor obscuring his eyes, he looks somewhere between a paladin and a cop, armed with an aethertech blade sheathed at his hip. Tthe crowd hisses and boos the man but Mordaine waves them to calm. It was an Enforcer from the neighboring country of Elsland, a Kritarchy, or government of law run by judges. They are notorious for their strict laws and harsh methods of dealing with disputes. In the past Elsland and Mordania had several violent conflicts up until peace was made between Mordaine III and the High Judge and have worked together since.

"Our Elsland brothers have offered some of their men in order to help us, and have agreed to handle things under the Mordanian way." He says presenting the man. "Do show them respect, we may have had our differences but more than once they've assisted us even when they had no reason to, after all, their only crime is in being passionate."

Mordaine chuckles patting the man on the shoulder who fails to react in any way causing the king to awkwardly back off and the enforcer walks off from the stage.

"So do not worry, we will handle this in the best way we can... remember, be careful at night and stay away from the forest, that is all for now." He says, finality in his voice. "Keep safe, and keep each other safe."

King Mordaine waves at everyone then walks into his castle-made-mansion. Reporters hounding him the entire way to his door before being escorted away by authorities. The crowd begins to disperse and many head home but there is still a high level of tension and uncertainty in the air.

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Gordon stood in the crowed as the king gave his speech bored through most of the opening of it. He had came more because he felt obligated to than really wanting to, he would much rather be back at his house... office reading the new book he found. When Nephilim where mentioned though that caught his attention, quickly opening his notebook to an empty page he started recording the conversation and his own thoughts. At the same time he tried to make it through the crowed, he had to talk to the king. Paying more attention to this book than where the king was he didn't notice the man that had came on stage but he heard people's reactions. He knew why people didn't like the man but he just didn't get why it mattered they where helping.

Once the speech was over Gordon tried to get to the king yelling "I have to talk to you about the Nephilim!" but the king was quickly rushed into his mansion. He sighed "Guess it's time to go home then, maybe I'll try calling him tomorrow." Stuffing his notebook into his pack he shoved his hands into his pockets and walked back to the office that he called home. "Home sweet home, I guess." he murmured to himself as he walked through the door, taking his pack off and hanging it next to the door and pulling the notebook back out. He was on his third notebook and it looked like all the others, pages sticking out, tape all over it keeping it together, tattered, and he was running out of pages in it. He sat down in his chair and opened the book he had been reading and the next page in his notebook.

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Gordon closed his book having finished it and looked at the clock on his desk, "Guess I pulled another accidental all nighter." he said to himself as he stood up stretching. It was normal for him to go days or even weeks without sleep if he got interested in something. After getting dressed he turned his computer and went to one of his favorite sites, seeing a post from Black Rabbit about last night's accident. He quickly took down a few notes about it before quickly closing the page as his boss walked in to talk to him for a little bit before his partner and friend came in.

"Did you hear that they believe those giant monsters that keep attacking people may be Nephilim?" Gordon asked his friend excitedly as he sat down, his friend shaking his head. "Your obsession with those creatures are going to get you killed Gordon." his friend sighed.

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"He has a point, you know." A gruff voice says, breaking the conversation Gordon is having with his friend. "Curiosity killed the cat and all that."

A wavy brown-haired man had been listening in on their conversation. His eyes are a fierce dark-green, dark circles around his eyes like somebody who barely sleeps. He was wearing a long brown leather coat, open with a gray dress-shirt, black jeans, and combat boots, all clearly unpressed and well worn. He was ex-military turned detective, Cain is a name is is often called by. He's tougher than most men, having endured several mortal wounds and various forms of torture in his service. Where it has made him stronger, it has clearly left more than a few scars, physically and psychologically.

He stirs a cup of coffee, putting in enough sugar to make a kid go into orbit, but for him it is probably the only thing keeping him from falling dead in the floor.

"I saw you at the big event and was going to ask you some questions but..." He waves a few of Gordon's notes in his free hand. "Dirty of me, I know, but... not bad investigative instincts for a hobbyist."

He then puts the notes down next to Gordon. He then pulls out a black notebook from his pocket and thumbs through a few pages.

"Now, to show I'm a good sport, and there are things you want to know so badly... and I want to keep rookies from snooping around the scenes... ask me one question about the investigation and I'll answer it fully."

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Gordon looked at the man in the doorway of his office, "How did you get those?" He asked pointing at the notes the man was waiving. He really wanted to know how the man got those notes, there was no way he could have gotten them from the notebooks in his office, unless he did it was during the speech, doubtful. Picked his pocket on his way home? But he guarded the bag he put the notebook in so closely but it had to be the only way. The man then offered to answer one question Gordon had.

Gordon sat down and opened his current notebook and started writing in it trying to decide on a question to ask. Finally he came up with one, looking up at the man he asked, "How likely is it that these creatures that have been attacking are Nephilim?"

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Cain leans back and taps his fingers on the doorway calculating a response.

"There is absolutely no doubt." he says, flipping his notebook about and tapping it then looks out at the other offices. "Better question though: why aren't we a smoldering crater? Why isn't everyone here ravaged corpses?"

He chuckles to himself some, cryptically or maybe a joke that only he knows.

"I've been on the battlefield a long time, and here's the thing: they have every advantage. Power, speed, intelligence, and are damn good at killing." He looks back at Gordon, he is behaving even more strangely, tense, pupils dilated. "Then again, living as long as they do, maybe they already have so much influence that they don't need to destroy us."

He leans in closer, voice getting quieter.

"Maybe we've lived with them without knowing all this time and haven't noticed." He looks to the notes. "Afterall, concealing form is an ability they possess."

He stands up straight, straightens his collar and regains composure.

"But... that is only a theory people have." He starts to turn around then holds up his hand. "One more thing, you should check the victims in the 'monster' murders, the creature has some rather... interesting tastes. Wife beaters, murderers, underground slave traders, and suspects of other... crude... misconducts with women, some we didn't even know about."

He starts heading out, putting his hat on that he had hung on the knob of the door then something chimes in his pocket what sounds like an odd lullaby, he pulls out his phone and reads something on it.

"How did you... you creepy little rabbit." He says under his breath looking around the offices nervously. "Well, looks like I'm on duty again, and don't do anything stupid, like getting killed."

The man begins heading off in a hurry as if he's chasing something.

Black Rabbit recently posted a summary of what Cain had said.