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Patrick Miller

"If I run fast enough maybe I can save everyone."

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a character in “Together We Stand”, as played by Fredalice

Description

Name: Patrick Miller
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General information:

Age: 29
Power: Super speed, with a little more details he can run faster than the human eye can follow this means while he's running he is completely invisible, but only while he's running, he can also run on water, and with enough momentum run up the sides of buildings.
Status: Hero trainer
Face claim: Sean Patrick Flanery
Sexuality: Heterosexual

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Physical Appearance:

Patrick is 6' 1" and is lean and muscular, though not body builder, but still has the hard muscles of someone who works out. He has tan and clear skin apart from a couple tattoos and bullet scars. While out on missions (training or otherwise) his body language is strong and tall, every movement is intentional and yet still fluid and holds his easy-going attitude. During normal days, or while back at the base, his body language is much calmer and more relaxed. He walks with a bit of a strut, though not necessarily a "I'm better than you strut" and more of a "I'm so happy, I'm high" kind of strut. He's always looking up, always looking into people's faces and eyes directly, usually while he walks his arms are in the pockets of his jacket. Whenever he sits his feet always have to be up, in a very relaxed position, this means that if he's on a couch and there's no foot stool that whoever is sitting next to him will become the foot stool.

He has spiky, short, brown hair and a the shadow of a mustache and beard. He has ice blue eyes that are usually crinkled with a joke inside them. He is usually always smiling and when he laughs his whole face becomes crinkled with the laughter. However when his face is serious, he thins his lips, suddenly there is no more laughter, his eyes will harden, and what's left is just a very stoic and still face. When sad his whole face becomes red, a vein pops out in his head; he doesn't really do a silent sad, when he's sad he's probably yelling and crying at the same time. There is also no anger, just that stoic look that means he means business and everything he does he is in control of.
Marks: He has a tattoo of the virgin Mary on the left side of his neck and three white bullet scars in his right shoulder that he connected with with the three-fold Celtic knot though it isn't a perfect triangle shape.
General clothing: He typically wears a dark colored t-shirt, a black coat, and jeans, with hiking boots, but on his days off from training the heroes or if he

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Personality:

Patrick is the "funny man", he loved a good joke, he loves to make people laugh, and to laugh himself. He usually always has a smile on his face and a laugh in his throat; he prefers to see the world through rose-colored glasses, the glass half full, and see the best of everyone even if he has just met them and doesn't know them. He gives everyone the benefit of the doubt, even villains, often times giving them a second chance to do the right thing. It isn't hard to get him to like you, just by talking to him and opening up a little he will act like your best friend, which for some people this is kind of weird. He has an almost constant energy, he can't sit still or do steak outs very well, if he does happen to be still for too long (with the added bonus of having to be quiet) he'll start whistling/humming/etc. or he'll just jump right out.

However, he isn't without his flaws. Patrick is on the verge of becoming an alcoholic. This isn't because he is overly depressed and is trying to drown his sorrows, he just likes the certain euphoric mindset it comes with it. While he's drunk, he isn't mean, angry, or violent; he's more of what you would call the giggly drunk, when he drinks suddenly everything becomes funny, this can also mean that when people are sad or serious about something and are trying to confide in him he will most likely laugh like a school girl about it. In the past he has tried a couple times to stop drinking, but alcohol (especially whiskey) is a great weakness to him and one that he can't say no to. He also isn't the type of person you would take home to meet your family, his sense of humor can be rather crude, on the boarder line of offensive. Such as "Don't be such a girl about it" when he's talking to a girl, the thing people have to remember is that when he says stuff like this he doesn't mean to be offensive and you can call him out on it if it bothers you enough.

When he's working, as a hero trainer, and out on missions his whole personality seems to quiet. He's still the same old care-free, joker he always has been, but it seems to almost hide behind a more serious exterior. When it comes down to it, he may joke and laugh all the time, but that doesn't mean he doesn't know a serious situation, at least when he's sober. He knows his job and is completely determined to get to his initial goal almost at any costs. Patrick has, what people might say, as a hero complex, he has always felt he was the one responsible if a criminal went unpunished and it was his responsibility to save absolutely everyone. If he sees someone being bullied or pushed around on the street it will suddenly become his responsibility to make sure no one gets hurt, often times he usually doesn't get thanked or quite the opposite, but he will always save everyone whether it's asked for or not, whether that puts himself in a more dangerous position or not; he feels that that is his purpose in life.

Likes: whiskey, meat, skydiving and other such activities, cooking (loves cooking French food the most), dancing around like a fool, and singing/whistling/humming
Dislikes: too much silence, heat waves/Summer, the mornings, seeing others in pain (and nobody doing anything about that), caves/being underground, and having nothing to do/sitting still
Fears: that "bad guys" will go unpunished (i.e. rapists, mobsters, murders, etc.), having someone die on his account, and being buried alive
Weaknesses: If he runs too long he can spontaneously com-bust, he likes to take risks (even just for fun) and often times forgets about consequences, he's on the edge of becoming an alcoholic (he isn't yet, but his drinking is getting worse), he has a problem of not sitting still and gets antsy (when he gets antsy he'll either start whistling or will run and save the day waiting be damned), and he isn't a planner more of a think on your feet kind of person (makes it even worse that "thinking on his feet" isn't really thinking because he's run by his emotions)
Strengths: He will never leave someone behind (even a villain), he has faith that everyone has a little good in them, he has vigorously trained his body so that not only can he run farther and longer than when he was younger but he can also rely on his (normal human) strength in a fight, when he sets his mind to something he will do almost anything till he gets it, and people trust him easily not because of a silver tongue or anything but just because he doesn't hide any part of himself (except his powers during everyday life) and this gets noticed

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History:

Patrick was born in Boston, in the "slums" section. He grew up without ever knowing his dad, so it was just him, his mum, and little brother. His mum worked as a waitress for two different places; a cafe during the day and pub during evening and night. They never had a lot of money to go on, but enough to live well enough. Patrick went to public school and was the class clown of every class. There were a couple classes in which the teacher loved him and loved how happy and energetic he was, but otherwise he had gotten detention more often than not for disrupting the class. In high school is when his powers showed up, he was walking home when he got jumped near an alley; he had to go pick up his little brother from home so he was making a run for it rather than fighting, the next thing he knew he felt a little winded, his hair was sticking up, and he was at his brothers school.

However running away like that had marked him to the thugs. It hadn't taken the thugs that long to find out where he lived. His mum was at work, so only he and his brother were at home. Patrick had gotten pretty badly beaten, but his brother had been killed after getting in the way. The thugs had run off before they could finish Patrick off because they heard sirens getting closer. They had never been caught and for the rest of high school that had killed Patrick every single day. Since his powers had emerged Patrick would spend more time running around the city rather than on his homework. He had just barely gotten his GED and for him that was a great accomplishment. His mum, after his brother's death, had become very depressed and turned to alcohol. After Patrick had gotten his GED he had sent his mum to rehab to get better because he didn't want to lose her as well. Only once she was gone did Patrick realize that there was nothing for him in Boston anymore. He had done some digging for information about others with powers such as himself because he refused to believe he was the only one. That's when he heard of a group in New York City.

He traveled over there, only taking a little under a day to get there. When he arrived he got himself an apartment and a job in a meat factory to stay while he did more digging on this group. He actually found out there were two; heroes and villains. The villains concerned him because of what happened to his brother he had become very protective of everybody, and is actually when he had developed his hero complex. So he until he was certain of where to find the heroes he had started fighting the villains on his own, sort of becoming a local hero on his block. This is when another man had arrived, his name was Gregor, who had invited him to join the heroes. Patrick, to say the least, was ecstatic and agreed immediately. He moved out of his apartment and into the heroes base, though he kept his job at the meat factory because over the years the workers actually became his family; they would pull jokes on one another all the time. Patrick trained with mostly Gregor, as he had a similar power to Patrick's. Gregor showed him how he had to maintain weight lifting and working out in order to stay in shape enough to expand his power. When Gregor became too old, he retired and put Patrick in his place. It had taken a couple years to get used to training others while keeping up with his own training he had learned from Gregor, but he has finally got a hold of it. Sufficed to say, Patrick is proud of the fact that since he was put in charge he had never had a trainee die, go missing, quit, or maimed while he was on watch.
Significant events: His brother dying which made him develop his hero complex, sending his mom to rehab which is what made him leave Boston for New York City, and becoming Gregor's apprentice because this has made him want to become the best hero/trainer he can be and why he keeps up with his own training instead of becoming lazy.
Joining the group: He joined because he wanted to stop the evil in the world; he wanted to punish any people who pulled something morally wrong (i.e. child molesters, rapist, mafioso, murders) and also to finally meet others like himself

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Relationships:


Jenny Thompson - At the base Patrick gets along with Jenny really well; the two like to joke with one another and get along famously. However while on missions Patrick gets frustrated with Jenny's rebelliousness. Since Patrick spends a lot of time preparing these plans and back up plans so that everyone can be safe and when Jenny strays from those plans it freaks Patrick out.

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So begins...

Patrick Miller's Story

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Patrick woke up early in the morning, the sun had yet to surface over the Manhattan skyline. Patrick was very much an early riser, something that he had achieved when he was a trainee instead of the trainer. His trainer had taught him to run at a normal human pace to control his muscles more and build them up faster, after all there is just as much strength in slow and in controlled as there is in going as fast as you can.

So as he rose he drank some coffee and got a water bottle before he left the small house that was the heroes' base.

His run was well mapped around the city and at a normal human pace would take him about two to three hours. This usually meant that by the time he got home the others would be starting to wake up and get ready.

On his run Patrick would wave to those whom got up as early as he did. There were a spare few, but that only meant that he knew all their names and didn't mind at all jogging in place while chatting with them about anything new in their lives.

The sun came out eventually and with it more people. Though with these people Patrick didn't stop and talk to him, instead he just gave them a friendly morning before passing by them. At this point it was mostly business people who were up and about, ready for work and heading out to get their coffee if they didn't already have some in their hands.

Though this morning wasn't completely normal. As he ran down Midtown, he stopped at one of the stores which had tvs facing out the windows. It was the news, but that isn't what had caught his attention. On the screen was a local Republican representative talking about some new discovery that was highly classified and would endanger the public if it got out. Then the newscaster came back on stating that there would be government trucks heading down Madison Avenue and that, for those who were driving, people would need to find a different route. Patrick had a suspicious feeling in his gut about this; a government discovery that was highly classified and then government trucks. The newscaster hadn't said anything about what was in those trucks, but he had a feeling that whatever it was pertained to what the government was trying to keep a secret. Which only meant one thing. That the villains would undoubtedly be trying to take whatever was in that truck.

Patrick picked up his pace, just slightly above what a normal human's pace would be. When he arrived back at the base he looked like any runner does; red in the face and so much sweat it looked as though he had gone swimming instead of running. Inside, it didn't seem as though anyone was up yet, so Patrick quickly took the time to take a shower. He was pulling on his jeans and a dark colored t-shirt when he entered the kitchen and called upstairs to all his trainees.

"Group meeting in the kitchen in five minutes!" he called. He turned and went back into the kitchen to get some breakfast, it was mostly fruit and some eggs. It wasn't that he was completely against junk food, but for him that was more of a treat than anything else.

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"Group meeting in the kitchen in five minutes!"

Jenny groaned and pulled the covers over her head. Did he realize how early it was? There was no way in hell she was getting up yet. Just as she said that though she realized by the tone of his voice whatever he had to say must be important. So reluctantly, she slid the covers slowly away from her face and squinted one eye, trying to take in the sunlight in small doses. She was like a vampire in the morning. If she saw the sun it burnt her eyes. She wasn't in any way a morning person and couldn't function without her morning coffee that she normally got before Patrick even got back.

She got up unsteadily and went to her mirror. Her hair was a bright green from yesterday and her eyes were a strange purple color that she didn't really remember changing them to. She most likely did it in her sleep, so she ignored it. But what was she feeling today? She stared at her reflection for a moment then watched as her roots started changing from green to a shade of hot pink that lightened into a pastel color. It then moved down the rest of her hair until it was a morning mess of bubblegum pink. Her iris's were already morphed to a dark brown color and she figured that would be enough until she was awake enough to function.

She left her room, moving the reggae beads that hung in the doorway of it and walked out and to the kitchen where she opened the fridge. She looked at all of the fruit and pushed all of it aside the monster she had been hiding for a special occasion. Well, not being able to get up seemed special enough. She opened the tab and grinned like a little kid at the signature his that it made when she opened it and looked over, seeing Patrick just as she was about to take the first sip.

Looking at the can then back at him she figured she had the face of a child caught sneaking around the house plastered on her face, but after a moment she smiled and said, "Well, now that I got my morning juice, what's the deal with waking us up so early?" She took a sip and hopped into a chair by the booth, curious to hear the news.

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Elysia like usual was awake earlier than the rest of the trainee's it was something that always occurred. Even when she was the last to fall asleep she was usually the first to wake up. Although Patrick seemed to always leave for his morning run just as she awoke. Noticing how dark the room still appeared, she worked out it was still quite early, moving her hand towards the lampshade which sat beside her bed, she proceeded to turn it on. Smiling to herself softly as the feel of the electricity moving through the cables to light up the room.

Beside the lamp, sat a book. One that she was reading before she eventually fell asleep the night before. Deciding to continue reading the book for a few hours before making her way downstairs to get some breakfast.
Taking the book in her hand, she'd sit herself up into a more comfortable position as she searches for the page where she finished reading.

"Group meeting in the kitchen in five minutes!" Her silence was eventually interrupted when Patrick shouted up the stairs for them to all meet in the Kitchen. Releasing a sigh, she'd place her nearly finished book down on the bed side table. Turning the lamp off in the process.
Removing herself from her bed, she'd make her way towards the wardrobe, pulling out todays outfit which consisted of a pair of black leggings, a red flannel shirt and not to forget her essential fingerless gloves.
After she was finally dressed, she made her way towards the kitchen whilst moving her fingers through her hair to show she tried to make an effort with her appearance.

Upon entering the kitchen she spotted Patrick and Jenny both sat eating their breakfast. Or in Jenny's case having her morning fix of caffeine.

"Morning" She spoke softly to the pair of them as she made her way towards the table, grabbing an apple as she sat down.

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When most everyone was in the kitchen Patrick sat down and swallowed the food that he was already chewing as fast as he could.

"Alright, so on my run I came across some information that the government was transporting something they want to keep secret thought the city. Now I don't know what it is that they are transporting, but from what I heard this is the kind of thing that the Villains will definitely be interested in and it is our duty to keep them from getting those secrets, as it might put everyone at risk in one way or another. The trucks will be going down Madison Avenue and even though they will have their own protection, it's our job to look after the Villains. I don't want anyone getting, so your job is just to stall the Villains and not kill them. Do you understand?" Patrick said, looking around at the two others in the kitchen at this last part, "So I want you two to follow down the road on the edge of Central park, watch the crowds and anyone coming out from park. I'll be following on Park Avenue with the others who haven't woken up yet. The trucks should be safe once they hit Highway 478, but we need to keep following it till then. If someone gets separated or injured head to the old factory on off 45th and Avenue of the America and we'll reconvene there afterwards. Any questions before we head out?"

It was a lot to take in, but in all honesty there was less information than normal because they would usually have what they were protecting and the others path and security plan so they could figure themselves into the plan easier, but this time the knew barely anything except that if the Villains got a hold of whatever was inside would create a big enough threat. Which for Patrick was all the information they truly needed, anything was just a convenience.

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Jenny nodded her head through Patrick's entire speech, acting as though she had been listening to every word. She had been listening, but her mind often wandered in the mornings and she found herself thinking about bakery boy while he had been talking. Boy was he gorgeous, and the personality on him was unlike anyone she had ever met. It was as if the world had actually managed to make somebody that was unique to everyone else, and that interested her.

But she knew the basics: big trucks incoming, keep the villains from touching the trucks while on Madison avenue, don't kill anyone, watch the park, highway 478 safe. From that she could basically put together the plan. It actually was a lot more simple than Patrick's other plans. Most of them consisted of grids and maneuvers and all these other things that Jenny had a hard time following because they were all just so precise and she always thought of herself more as a free spirit that went wherever the wind blew her. But this plan seemed easy enough to follow.

Taking the last swig of her monster and grimacing at the fact it was more than she had expected, she hopped out of her chair and gulped it down, then said "Got it. I'm gonna go get some super clothes on and smoke my cigarette of the heroes then go save the day by protecting this mystery truck!" If most people had said that it would have come off as sarcastic, but Jenny had the ability to take something that sounds sarcastic and mean it whole-heartedly. In fact, she wasn't the kind of person to ever use sarcasm. In a lot of ways she was a kid at heart.

She walked out of the kitchen and upstairs to her bedroom where she slipped on a white V-neck and a pair of black shorts with the AM Arctic Monkeys album sign on each back pocket. She then laced on some black combat boots and looked in the mirror. Her piercings were there natural silver color and, concentrating ever so slightly, she turned them black. Her mind went blank for a moment afterward ands she just kind of stood there, dazed. After a moment though she snapped back into reality and wondered what just happened. She touched her left angel bite but quickly pulled her hand off of it as it was scorching hot to touch. This had happened a couple times before, it simply meant she accidentally changed it permanently. "Boo, I liked them silver." She said to herself and sighed. She grabbed her pack of Marlboro Blacks off her dresser and the rhinestone lighter beside them and skipped out of her room and down the stairs then out the door, giving a princess wave on her way out in the direction of the kitchen.

She pulled a cigarette from the pack and lit it, slowly inhaling the poison into her lungs. Many times before she had considered quitting, but something about it just always dragged her back to the puff. It was soothing, and although it didn't remind her of a better time, it helped her cloud out a worse one. Whenever she would have her flashbacks she would just smoke a cigarette and they would go away. She blew out the smoke in rings and couldn't help but feel the itch of her phone in her back pocket. She could text the boy from the bakery and meet up with him after the mission...yeah. She would do that.

Pulling out her phone she went to his contact and texted, "Running errands on Madison Ave.. Meet up at central park after?" She sent it and put it away just as she reached central park. This was going to be a piece of cake. It was almost as if it was an errand it was so simple. She thought to herself that this was normally the kind of moment where something goes terribly wrong in a book or a movie. Times like these in was good to be living in reality.

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Daniel walked down the street like he did every morning once a week, this morning he felt a chilly breeze and put up the hood of his jacket to ward away the unwanted cold. But today was a bit different, today he carried in his hands a cardboard cup holder holding four drinks from the cafe just down the street, he opened the gate to the little house that he had been living in for several weeks now and even though he was the newest member of the team he still hadn't managed to spend time with the people he was living with, he always insisted on training attempting to control and perfect his new found ability and when he wasn't doing that he was hiding in his room trying to forget what he could do. He had nightmares of the moment he found out he wasn't normal and of the accident he had caused and it tortured him, he shook off the feeling and took in a deep breath getting ready to go inside and face those who he had been avoiding.
Daniel took a step back when he found two people already in the kitchen looking like they were about to head out, he lifted up his carton of beverages like a trophy and giving an apologetic smile. He had already asked for their favorite drinks the week before and was just now getting around to actually buying them, he looked around just then and asked, "where's Jen?"





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Genevieve looked up when she heard Lara's voice over the ear piece she had already placed in her ear but only for a moment before returning to her work with a cherry red smile. She closed her eyes and leaned over continuing to carefully put on her black knee high boots and spoke smoothly, "Today we are going to be going to Central Park to wait for the truck to pass by as soon as it does I'm going to need you to posses the driver and get him to pull over, quick and easy. The truck could be going at a high speed so you might have to do it fast, do you think that you could handle it? In the mean time James will be getting the documents and Allen and I will be looking after your body and looking out for the heroes." As she was talking Genevieve had zipped up both boots and tied back her hair ready to go she made her way out of her room and down the hallway, she knew that her team didn't trust her but she clearly didn't care. It was pointless, she didn't need their trust she needed their compliance as long as they were still under her wing she was content. The dark haired woman opened the door of the limousine and glided into an available seat seeing both Lara and James were already in the car making her smile.