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Derek "Fade" Milligan

A Neo-Noir style Private Detective with loose morals but a need for the truth.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by RydeDawg

Description

Name: Derek Milligan
Aliases/Nicknames: Fade
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Age(Actual/Apparent): 28/25
Build: Athletic
Nationality: Terran
Occupation: Private Detective

Description: Derek Milligan has a slender face but with a clean square jaw and low sitting cheek bones. He's not the most rugged but he has plenty of moxie to go around and a well toned and athletic build. Making fast and nimble, but definitely not a powerhouse of any kind. He walks with a straight posture and an undying casual sensibility about his persona. Wearing anything he can really get his hands on he favors casual sunday bests of a white button up, brown khakis, dress shoes, and one of his favorite overcoats. Of course thats only when he feels he needs to be taken seriously; otherwise he wears casual shifts, jeans, running shoes, and his favorite black leather jacket and hoodie. When armed he usually has a chest holster that hides neatly under his overcoat or jacket, and living in where he does he always finds himself armed. Tucked into that chest holster is his trusty modified m1911.

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A Detective

Once Derek was a Detective for the homicide division of the NYPD who had seen plenty of cases. Serial Killers, Gangsters, Disgruntled Spouses it seemed in the few short years of being a Detective he had seen more than most men would care to see in a lifetime. His view on morality became thin and soon Derek earned himself a record for killing known suspects on duty and breaking and entering without a warrant to get at the truth. He was kicked off the force and went into starting his own detective agency in the middle of New York City. Due to his past records as a renegade cop, his clear cynical worldview about morality, and his skills in things stealthily he was soon called "Fade" by cops and crooks alike. Derek is willing to do anything to get at the truth and to make sure people are not only avenged but that Justice is served especially if the system isn't up to it.

Equipment

M1911 Modified Handgun
-Lead / Silver rounds

Magnetic Gapplegun.
-Electrically powered

Re-enforced Impervium Handcuffs
-Two pairs / Fingerprint-sensitive

Taser Shotgun
-Standard Shotgun with Taser Rounds

ReBreather Mask
-Small, compact / Filters unclean air and toxins / Allows for underwater breathing.

Audio Amplifier
-Small, compact / Allows for eavesdropping and recording of conversations within a reasonable radius

Omni-Lock Picking kit.
-Small, compact / Nanobots scan and produce a key for standard locks

Omni-Hacking tool.
-small, compact / Attempts hacking to bypass more electronic and computer based systems.

New model of Canon DSLR
-Telephoto lens, Extreme Zoom Lenses

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Derek "Fade" Milligan's Story

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So here Derek was the infamous Gambit's bar one of the most dangerous but seductive spots in all of Wing City. A place of freaks, outlaws, and unwanted who all scurried in like roaches trying to escape the light. And as much as much as he hated to admit it this place suited him just fine. A dark place for a man with a checkered past, but in the very least Derek held himself up to the truth and some sense of justice. And that had to count for something, right?

Derek walked in with a straight and confident stride but with each step taken with a casual ease. His brown overcoat hanging low; almost touching the backs of his black dress shoes that clicked with each step he took. His black tie knotted loosely and hanging low on the backdrop of his pressed white button-up. The private detective looked as casual as a man could in his wear.

When he made it to the bar counter he took a seat at a stool and ordered himself glass of whiskey without the rocks. Straight gasoline as he might call on some nights when drinking with a friend-- if he had a friend to drink with.

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So here Derek was the infamous Gambit's bar one of the most dangerous but seductive spots in all of Wing City. A place of freaks, outlaws, and unwanted who all scurried in like roaches trying to escape the light. And as much as much as he hated to admit it this place suited him just fine. A dark place for a man with a checkered past, but in the very least Derek held himself up to the truth and some sense of justice. And that had to count for something, right?

Derek walked in with a straight and confident stride but with each step taken with a casual ease. His brown overcoat hanging low; almost touching the backs of his black dress shoes that clicked with each step he took. His black tie knotted loosely and hanging low on the backdrop of his pressed white button-up. The private detective looked as casual as a man could in his wear.

When he made it to the bar counter he took a seat at a stool and ordered himself glass of whiskey without the rocks. Straight gasoline as he might call on some nights when drinking with a friend-- if he had a friend to drink with.

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The whiskey was placed just in front of Derek as he sat at his stool bent over the counter. He raised a brow and gave a sigh. His fingers reaching out and gripping the small glass between his index and middle finger and pulled in closer; tracing the rim of the glass with his index finger.

Gambit's seemed dead tonight and to Derek that was just fine. He liked the peace and quiet of an empty bar, the feeling of a building with only his liquor to keep him company. It was calming in the very least. Being able to just sit there with only his thoughts ringing through his head instead the hustle and bustle of happy hour or last call. Like the city itself was welcoming him and his new business on a good personal note for the man.

After some time with his thoughts the silence finally brought a smile to Derek's face. He finished tracing the glass' rim and picked the whiskey up and poured it down his throat. He gently placed the glass back on the counter and pushed it forward.

"Give me another, bartender." he said. "Better make that a double I plan on forgetting some old faces." Derek got his requested drink and downed the first serving. Suddenly though his silence was interrupted by the banging of Nereus. Derek turned to see what the racket was all about and took in the writhing man. Derek jumped to his feet and rushed over to the man. Grabbing his shoulder gently.

"Sir, are you alright?" he said. "Do you need me to call the ambulance?"

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Derek would touch the man and when he did he felt a strange sensation moving up through his arm and into the rest of his body. Derek wasn't prepared for that sudden flush of emotional and mental anguish sneak itself through his body. But what he didn't feel was claustrophobic even though the feeling tried to nest itself in his head. Derek's own will and personal past was enough to compact forces that tried to induce fear.

Derek though did make short work to release the man from his caring grip when those feelings attempted to nestle within him. Derek watched as the man withered in pain. And even though it was plain to see the man was fighting his own agony and trying to hide something; Derek couldn't just leave this man to wilt in front of him.

"Saltwater? I don't know. Are you going to try to get yourself to vomit? Listen thats not a perfect system we really should get you to a hospital to have your stomach washed if you've been poisoned."

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Derek once again found himself filled with a strange sensation when the unusual man looked him in the eyes. Derek had to look away as if he just glanced into the sun. His eyes blinking and his hand coming up to rub them.

"Damn, if looks could kill isn't an expression for ya is it, pal?" He said, but he was soon off to fetch the man some water from behind the counter. On his way he bumped into one of the many mercs sitting at a table by accident. He quickly kept on rushing past them, but did reply with a quick but not so convincing apology.

Derek got the water soon enough and took a saltshaker from a table and began pouring in the small crystals into the liquid. Placing his hand over the top and giving it a good shake so to get the salt to dissolve in the solution.

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Derek came to Wing City expecting to see some strange things, and he lived in New York City which was a contender for all things strange in the universe much like Wing City. But seeing the man's wound heal and his sudden dislike for a few men in the bar only made him rethink about his current position in starting his private detective agency in this town.

"Yeah...well anytime I guess. And tell the universe I said thanks for the good words." Derek said, as he continued back to his stool at the bar counter. He still had a shot of whiskey with his name on it to go back to. And wouldn't you know it the glass was ready when he got back to his seat. Well, maybe the city isn't all bad, he thought.

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The sound of Ducati Desmosedici motorbike engine was killed when the black piece of italian beauty parked in the drive way of Gambit's bar. It was sleek, fast, and good looking and the owner didn't care who knew it. It was baby, it was his pride and joy, a way for him to escape the cares of life while on the road. Sweet thing that bike was. Derek couldn't think of anything he liked more in his life at the moment; except maybe a pretty face and a cold drink.

Once secured he unzip his leather jacket, with a grey hoodie underneath, and took his helmet off. Holding it under his right arm. His free hand combed his hair for a second and he took his first step off his bike. Walking with soft steps as he crossed the threshold of the infamous bar.

He gave no mind to any of the characters that dotted the inside. While he made his living investigating and poking into other's business he thought that tonight he would mind himself. Be his own person for some time and maybe get that drink had been thinking about all day even amidst the spousal cases.

Seem that's all people needed private detectives these days for. Spying on their cheating husband or their unfaithful wife. Really didn't make marriage look all that great to be honest.

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It was around the time Derek was just about to pour some vodka down his throat that a young man came crying for his dog. Derek tried to seem indifferent about the entire event; tired to ignore the young man and just get back to his drink. Couldn't do it. The kid was without his dog, a loyal companion, a best friend, and Derek wasn't cold hearted enough to just sit by. Damn Derek's heart.

The private detective poured the vodka down his throat as quickly as possible. Not a good idea. The drink slithered down his throat like rot jagged coals in some kind of sick eastern Asian ritual. Derek coughed until he nearly coughed a lung straight out of his chest. When it was over he finally made his way towards Nebuchadnezzar-- pounding on his chest.

"Hey, kid, dog missing?" he asked. "Maybe I can help...you have a picture or anything on you?"

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Derek took the picture from the kid and gave it a good look. It looked like any other black lab he had seen. And knowing this was wing city there was no telling where the dog was, if the dog was even alive and not road-kill by the the side of the road. But Derek couldn't say anything like that to the young man in front of him. It could freak him out or break his heart-- a business Derek wasn't in.

The kid was a strange one alright he stammered as if holding back information, and talked about his dog as if it was some kind of person with a real intelligence behind it. Derek would pocket the picture in one of the zip pockets on his leather jacket-- a safe place for it too be unless forgotten.

"Nebuchadnezzar? Like the biblical character? Wow, you must have had a hard time in kindergarten with a name like that." he said, being a bit blunt, but there was never a moment he wasn't always. "Well tell you what, Neb. Why don't you write your phone number down on something and if I see your dog I'll give you a call. I'm like a cop so I might see him around." Like a cop he said, sure if a cop's office was also his apartment and bitching married couples weren't on his speed-dial.

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Derek took the number and pocketed it just like he did the photo of the dog. Hopefully when he got back to his office he wouldn't forget it. And when he was thinking about his office he really thought about the small desk in the corner of his apartment.

"Well if I see him I'll give ya a call, kid. If you believe he's fine then I bet he is." Derek said being unnaturally generous with kind words. He looked back at the bar counter and thought about his next drink. "I'll remember what you told me as well. The whole smart dog that follows anyone you know."

After a moment he would nod and smile at the kid and walked back to the bar counter. He wanted to order himself a drink again. Maybe something a little stronger than before, and this time maybe he won't have to drink it all on the spot. Though as for the dog Derek really didn't have any hope for it himself, but it would be hard to forget a free case for a biblical character so maybe the kid would get lucky.

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Derek walked into his intercity rental office with a slow turn of a key and a heavy sigh in his breath. Another day in the nicest office in this part of town, but even the shiniest shit was still shit. He opened the door into the first part of his office, a sort of waiting room, one that suggested that this once was a swell place. Now, well now the paint on the walls was chipping, the hard wood floor had stains in the wood, and at least a few of the waiting chairs was covering in a layer of dust.

Derek rubbed his arm under his nose and took a quick sniff. Swallowing a lump in his throat. He walked over to the middle of the room where a table sat with some reading material. A nice little piece to make it look professional, he thought. He threw down a new reader's digest onto that table. The cover had a print of the Actor Kyle Summers for his new action movie coming out. The Story about a Terran man who lost his wife to the Aschen and got himself some well deserved revenge. Derek thought about actually seeing it.

After throwing the magazine down onto the table he walked to his office door. Opened it up and shoved his shoulder into it to keep it from jamming. It was the standard office: Desk, a few filing cabinets, phone, computer, client chairs, and a nice swivel chair on the business end.

Derek threw his hat onto his phone and rubbed his hand though his hair. He sat down onto his chair and began hooking his large digital camera into the computer. Pictures and proof of a lying husband who had been cheating on his wife.

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Derek's attention from his computer was broken when he heard the sounds of a new client. He rubbed his hand through his hair in an attempt to fix it. He grimaced at the last comment and rolled his eyes. Like he hadn't heard that joke before. No matter a paying customer gets to say what they want. Though there were times Derek would like nothing more than to sock the customer. When he stood up he dusted himself off and popped his neck.

He walked to the office door and opened it up. "That would be me. And what can I do for you?" He asked, looking the man over. Randin didn't quite click in his head but he did think the man looked familiar for some reason. He also looked flushed...like he had taken a cold shower before coming.

"You look a little flushed...women problems?" he said quite frank. Derek never one to really hold his thoughts from his mouth. Got him into a few scuffles before.

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Derek mustered the best smile he could back at Randin, but it only came out as a smirk. His hand reached for Randin's and he took the friendly gesture at face value. With a nod it finally clicked as too where he had heard the man's name before. The local newspapers and a few drunk cops who talked about the man briefly.

"Huh, forgot how easy it can be to just pull up a file on a guy." he said, as he retracted his hand away from Randin and walked towards his office. He jerked his head in a "follow-me" fashion as he entered. "Well, I wouldn't say it was all that impressive since I was kicked off the force. But I guess that happens when you kill a few to many suspects." he mumbling the last comment.

"So what can I do for the great Detective Randin D. Kaye? You said something about lady problems...And being the popular guy you are your bound to have a few crazy stalker fan girls. I could dig some dirt on them, or perhaps you'd like to know what your girl wants to her birthday? Done that job too. Someone cheating on you?" He said, his mouth running ninety to nothing as he planted his butt in his swivel chair.

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"My computer has 40 gigs worth of pictures I thought I'd never take. Sometimes if the lighting is just right my clients have thought I was looking at porn when after glancing at the window. My speed dial is flooded with the numbers of people I'd rather never talk too, and to top it all off I'm on a first name basis with many hotel stuff." He said, opening a cabinet on his desk and pulling out a bottle of bourbon and two pet glasses. "But nothing a night of wild turkey can't help."

Derek poured himself and Randin a glass of the bourbon and would push it towards the edge of the desk for the officer to take. "Happy Thanksgiving." he said, lifting his glass slightly and taking a gulp.

After a sour look on his face he lowered his glass. His face seemed a little bored, but he did raise a brow at Randin. "Important, huh? Well if you're hiring and it's not a relationship case than I'm more than happy to hear what you have for me."

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Derek's straight bored face turned in on itself as he began to form a smile then began laughing. He shook his head at first amidst his laughing then happily sighed. He nodded at Randin while pointing his index finger, with the hand that held his glass.

"No kidding there's three whiskeys sitting in your pantry, because you must have drank the forth before you came here." he said, nodding his head at what he was saying.

Derek looked back down at his drink and took a sip. His smile soon became a frown; looking both depressed and angry now. He looked back up at Randin. "This some kind of joke at the expensive of the shamed cop?" he asked. "You come in here with your fancy badge and then make up some joke case up. Hoping I'd bite because well...shit just look at the guy's office! Yeah fucking hilarious."

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Derek jumped in his seat when Randin's fist came down on his desk. At the force it slammed it caused the desk to nearly jump up from the floor and shook all of Derek's things. The Computer, which had turned on it's sleeper mode, loudly chimed with the sound of a familiar operating system. A nice break in sudden tension.

Derek looked at the vial with a quizzical face and leaned in picking it up in his hand. He looked it over well and unscrewed the top. He gave it a sniff and his eyes shout open from the odour. "Damn, smells like those drugs I've caught a few of my client's spouses on. Magic beans? I think their called."

When the the strange woman appeared suddenly in his office he quickly pocketed the vial and looked at the woman. He looked at the case file that was slapped down then at Randin with wide eyes.

"I thought you said you didn't have crazy fan girls." he said, loudly and frankly like usual. He stood up and fixed his tie. "Excuse me ma'am, but I am with a client at now, and I'd appreciate it if you waited in the...well waiting room. I just bought a new reader's digest I think you might like." Derek said walking over to Marlene Angel and placing his hand on her shoulder as he attempted pushing her out of his office and into the crummy waiting room.

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Derek lifted his hands up in surrender while looking at the woman with a raised brow. He nodded his head at what Randin said and walked back over to his swivel chair and plopped down with a heavy and defeated thud. "Well, she makes a compelling case." he said.

Derek lowered himself and lifted a new glass and placed it on the desk. He poured the glass with his Wild Turkey Bourbon and swirled it around. He lifted the glass up towards Marlene Angel and smacked his lips. "Well, now that I feel intruded on, how about a peace offering?"

If she took it than he would sit back in his chair and grab his own glass, and if she refused he would only place the glass down on the desk and take his own before sitting back. He listened to the woman rant and nodded his head.

"Well I'd say you've made me a proud citizen of Terra with all this talk of crucifixion and Aschen divorce." he said, sipping his whiskey and licking his lips. "You know this is beginning to sound more like some of my older cases-- albeit stranger." Derek interrupted before getting to her point.

"Elijah? As in the bio-terrorist that wiped out a a party of those specials." Derek's eyes went wide and looked at Randin. "You want me to help you bust Elijah?"

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"Well I think I can manage that." he said. A sincere smile crossed his face for the first time in a while. This was just what he needed away from all the relationship cases he had been taking. No more dealing with bitching wives, well maybe except one, and lying husbands, though Marlene did just say they Randin cheated.

Derek nodded his head and thought that this was some strange case that seemed to be filled with murder, conspiracy, and what seemed like sex. Those were Derek's favourite cases. He took another gulp of his whiskey and nodded his head. He'll take the case!

Though it seemed the Aschen had different ideas. "Not to worry, Miss. I have faith that I'm better than anyone that Ministry of Defense can conjure up." he said, smiling coyly at the woman.

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Derek watched as Marlene Angel finally vanished from sight and he stood up from his chair. He looked at Randin after dusting himself off and looked at the glass of whiskey she never touched. Looked like it was time to break out the funnel again.

"She is just a gem." he said. "A gem covered in dog shit. I Don't know why would give her up." Derek finally grabbed a hold of Randin's hand and gave it a firm shake as he nodded his head.

"Secure means. Gotcha, I think it will be pretty easy to find you and you know where I work. Can't wait to get into the case to tell you the truth." he said. "And right baking marathon...like every baking marathon I've solved these past few weeks. Case of the pig in the wrong blanket."

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So here Derek was at the infamous Gambit's bar once more; a place for all manner of people and beings. If any kind of information was going to be slipped in this city it was normal for it to pass on through the lips of patrons who frequented this establishment. A place for a number of Wing City's super-beings, freaks, criminals, military, and scum. A place with good booze but a dangerous reputation; Derek's favourite kind of place. If he was going to hear anything about this new drug or Elijah the private eye might here it here.

He parked his motorcycle just outside in the lot where he slid of his helmet and placed it just in front of the seat. It was a cold day though so he kept the leather jacket closed and pressed his hands through his hair. He took a look at Gambit's and let out a deep sigh-- his breath clearly visible. He took his helmet underarm and walked right through the front doors.

Derek was wearing his best pair of blue jeans, a pair of grey and red running shoes, a navy blue long sleeve, and his leather jacket with an attached grey cloth hood. He was neat, clean, shaved and sober, and he didn't care who knew it. He was everything the well dressed private detective should be. With his helmet in hand he walked down towards the bar counter. Keeping his ear and eyes open for anything that might be of any use to him.

Once he got to the bar counter he placed his helmet on the counter in front of him and waved the robo-tender down. "Wild Turkey on the rocks." he ordered. Thankful he wasn't a cop because even on duty he got to make his own rules.