[hider=Robert Miller jr.] [b]Name:[/b] Robert Miller jr. Or just Rob. [b]Gender:[/b] Male. [b]Race:[/b] Human [b]Age:[/b] He's 46, though the graying hair and wrinkles make him look over his fifties. [b]Appearance:[/b] Robert miller jr. is 5 feet 11 inches tall and weights 182 pounds. His hair is a mixture of dark and grey with tad more of former, short and if not messy, definitely not combed nor specially maintained. He doesn't keep beard but doesn't shave it daily, so there's stubble. His eyes are greenish between two heavy eyelids and small bags under the eyes, making him look constantly tired. Lips are thin and mouth isn't particularly wide. His face could have been cut from wood, with strong, wide jaw, slim cheeks, roman nose and high cheekbones. But his skin in forehead and cheeks starts to show wrinkles and aging. Rob wears dress shirts with plain-colored vests and woolen trousers with mild colors, kept up by a belt with silver buckle. His shoes are made from brown or black leather, somewhat maintained but seen wearing. He has three sets of silver cuff links; two looking like half of a marble and third flat square with rose carving. Outside he dons either his long grey trench coat or a simple brown jacket and grey fedora. His holster is on the right side, containing usually his top break revolver (IOF .32 Revolver). [b]Personality:[/b] Robert is a calm, tired and bit melancholic man who enjoys greatly his job at PHI. He has seen and experienced enough before and after encountering the Paranormal the first time that he's not too surprised by anything cases bring in front of him. Robert lived three decades without encountering anything supernatural anywhere but children stories, and his first encounter wasn't a pleasant one. Hence he's still generally uncomfortable with magic or supernatural being, though degree of discomfort (or distrust) is case dependent. At times the paranormal side is even useful, as long as it's in check. On cases he's calm, dedicated and dislikes goofing around. And while experienced a lot, at time cases can get personal to him especially when paranormal involved is risking lives of natural world people. Twitch at his lips or clutching his fists before relaxing and especially lack of tiredness tell more than enough when cases go from ordinary to a crusade. And when he's serious, he works on the case like a locomotive to get it closed. Out of cases or on breaks Rob enjoys conversations while sitting laid back in his chair and activity to relax his mind before next case or continuing his current one. For Robert a relaxed mind without too much trouble is an effective tool. [b]Powers, Traits, and Abilities:[/b] He has spent four years in marine corps, where he was taught the art of shooting things with variety of weapons. He wields his handguns professionally and he is accurate with rifles, all way up to 200 yards. With sniper rifle he can shoot to targets 500 yards away in right conditions. He has decent hand-to-hand capabilities (krav maga, judo, boxing) and he still keeps himself fit to be prepared just in case. He has contacts in and out of law due to his years as a County Detective and few towards paranormal activity after decade working with PHI. Robert's sources might prove useful to gain artifacts, books, information or equipment for a case at hand. Robert has a knack for surveillance and inspection. He tails people in and out of cities, he does surveillance from safe distance, he asks around for information related to people involved in the cases and if needed, he will bug the apartments or put a tracer under a car. When it comes to people, it's "Job for Rob". Work as County Detective has given him experience in forensics. An important side product from the art of finding people. [b]Background[/b] [hider=PHI closed case file: Mattawa 92. Article 5: Record tape from questioning of Robert Miller jr.] Agent Crane: [color=ffd700]"...And it's on. Let's begin. Date is September 14th, 1992. Clock is...[/color] Agent Summers: [color=ff0000] "14.20. Or 22 if you need it specific"[/color] *Mug clings up at table*" Agent Crane: [color=ffd700]"Place is Mattawa. Person interrogated-"[/color] R. Miller: [color=afeeee] "Questioned."[/color] Agent Crane: [color=ffd700]"-Is Robert Miller. Former questioning with the victims-" [/color] Agent Summers: [color=ff0000] "Cultists." [/color] R. Miller: [color=afeeee]"Lunatics"[/color] Agent Crane: [color=ffd700]"... Cultists, both injured and imprisoned, revealed that the one being inter..."[/color] R. Miller: [color=afeeee] *Clears his throat*[/color] Agent Crane:[color=ffd700] "Questioned, Robert Miller, first set the apartment on fire. During the chaos he assaulted the place with AK-47..."[/color] R. Miller: [color=afeeee]"What? No, MPK5."[/color] Agent Summers: [color=ff0000] "Christ's sake, Winchester for what I care"[/color] Agent Crane: [color=ffd700]"MPK5, then. Mr. Miller, this is more than enough of serious offence to put you behind bars for decades. You're lucky nobody died, though another victim was close. The way I see it, there are only two op-"[/color] R. Miller: [color=afeeee]"Mrs. Crane. Way I see it is you need information and I need information. You are far from Feds and both of us know the nature of what we're tailing. So let's cut to the chase."[/color] Agent Summers: [color=ff0000] "No, Robert, this doesn't work like that. You're the one questioned and we're the professionals who finish the job."[/color] R. Miller: [color=afeeee]"Which explains your lack of absence and wandering around until I made racket here. But I'm happy to see more experienced men finally sitting in the same table with me. So we either cooperate or you spend more time finding that demon."[/color] Agent Crane: [color=ffd700]"...Few questions first. How much you know about our target, mr. Miller?"[/color] R. Miller: [color=afeeee]"It's a demon. Hates silver and dislikes salt. Wanders from town to town, forms cults to make their evil deeds. Ends with sacrifice, and then moves to another place."[/color] Agent Summers: [color=ff0000] "And how you know this? Home study on exorcism 101?"[/color] R. Miller: [color=afeeee]"I am a county detective. I encountered that damned creature with another case, in Minnesota. It's been eleven months now. Girl missing, a priest was suspected for doing this. Following leads from him I eventually found their hideout. I expected three cult followers and a girl, but that... Thing was something I wasn't expecting. Hell, didn't even know such beings existed. It shook off my bullets as I fired. Threw me around like bag of cans."[/color] Agent Crane: [color=ffd700]"You escaped, however."[/color] R. Miller:[color=afeeee] "Barely. With the girl, who is traumatized for life as far as I know. Last bullet I shot hit it's eyes and distracted him for moment. We ran until I stopped the first car I met, pointed my revolver to the poor driver. But I escaped."[/color] Agent Summers: [color=ff0000] "So man saves the girl, is praised, gets raise an lives happily ever after. Expect you're here in Mattawa, tailing the demon. How you did find it?"[/color] R. Miller: [color=afeeee]"I started by interrogating that priest. Harshly, I got suspended. But I got enough information. First I figured out it's movements here, found some of his lunatics. I finally found pattern that demon follows. Go to next town, spread word with it's worshippers or by itself. Then he makes a miracle or two. Form a cult, get sacrifices."[/color] Agent Crane: [color=ffd700] "And you also figured out it's weaknesses."[/color] R. Miller: [color=afeeee]"It was hard to get facts. Priests and rabbis were talking to me like a troubled man trying to tell his problems in metaphors. We all got demons... Finally I met some old Native Indian shaman who told me at least something, but I was in a hurry as my lead was getting away. I quickly bought these here - real silver. Worked wonders against that demon, better than my .38. And I got rock salt too, worked like acid. It figured I was too much of trouble and made it's escape. Seems fire didn't bother it. Pity my weapons weren't enough to kill that thing."[/color] Agent Summers: [color=ff0000] "Of course not. This demon needs to be banished. Didn't the Indian tell you that?"[/color] R. Miller: [color=afeeee]"He was too drunk to tell me more details I could understand. I... Applied what I figured out."[/color] Agent Crane: [color=ffd700] "And do you have any clues about the demon's whereabouts?"[/color] R. Miller:[color=afeeee] "I have."[/color] Agent Crane: [color=ffd700]" ...But?"[/color] R. Miller: [color=afeeee]I'll be coming with you. This being is cunning and it knows I'm tailing it. It'll stay in another town, laying low and sending out cultists to do it's bidding in secrecy. But I'm better than it thinks. I already know a cultist, he's being followed by a friend."[/color] Agent Summers: [color=ff0000] "Pal from old job?"[/color] R. Miller: [color=afeeee]"Comrade from Marine corps. Served with me for three years. He knows his stuff."[/color] Agent Summers: [color=ff0000] "Right...So you show the way and we deal with the banishing, is that what you're suggesting?"[/color] R. Miller: [color=afeeee]"Whatever will defeat the fouled thing." [/color] Agent Crane: [color=ffd700] "Mr. Miller, as long as you don't come in our way, I find these terms acceptable."[/color] R. Miller:[color=afeeee] "Call me Robert." [/color] [/hider] [hider=Secret!] Jacob and Robert were sitting in the old Ford Thunderbird. It was 2 am and Robert was getting bored at this stakeout. He was inspecting what the bottle of Coke's ingredients were. Meanwhile, Jacob was staring idly across the windshield at the front door of the house a bit further down the street. "At every stakeout this is usually the part where I doubt our source was right." Rob said, putting the bottle down. "It all depends on who the source is, I suppose." Jacob shrugged, "Some are more reliable than others." "This came from Sol. God knows where he got it. Though he's one of the few I truly trust at the place" Rob said, letting out a small sigh. "Knowing Sol, we probably wouldn't believe him even if he told us where he got his info from." Jacob replied with a shrug, as he reached over and grabbed at a french fry from a container of rapidly cooling fast food on the car's dash. "Heh heh...." Robert chuckled as he grabbed again his bottle. "At times his list of contacts do surprise. " "Yeah, remember that werewolf case last month? The one that Sol called both of us in for?" Jacob asked as he pulled a cigarette from the pack that he had left leaning against the gear shift. "Oh god, that mess." Rob said, took a sip from his coke and shook his head. " What about it?" He continued, tossing his sight at Jacob. "I asked Sol about it afterwards, apparently the tip off we got for his location? The one that we thought was bogus until the last minute? Came from a gnome, of all creatures." he half-spoke, as he lit his cigarette, his speech slightly impeded by the stick hanging out of his mouth. "Noo... Really? Tell me next it's the Leprechaun and I'll never buy Irish Pale again. Seriously, a gnome?" Robert said. He overacted his surprise a bit, though gnome wasn't a thing he had expected. "No, the Leprechaun was the bank case," Jacob replied, referring to an investigation the team did regarding a bank heist the previous year. "This is why I don't ask Sol about his sources anymore." he said as he exhaled a short stream of smoke out the window. Robert was about to drink some more coke before he saw movement at the door. "Speaking of sources, this one seems to be alright." He said, hastily put the cork back on and threw the bottle on the floor. "Yeah, I see him." Jacob replied as he threw the half smoked cigarette out the window. The man was fumbling with something in his hand, he was obviously trying to get into the house, which meant the two found their guy. Pulling his pistol out of its shoulder holster, Jacob checked his magazine to ensure it was loaded with PHI's silver bullets and slid the magazine back in. "Lets go chat him up." he said as he placed the pistol back into its holster. "Let's." Robert said, as he and Jacob simultaneously exited the Ford Thunderbird and closed the doors. [/hider] [/hider]