[INDENT][B]Name:[/B] Daniel Martin Douglas
[B]Gender: [/B]Male
[B]Age: [/B]37
   
[B]Appearance:
[/B][INDENT]When he first returned to town, he was trim and lean; as a boy, he'd been beefier and more mischievous. The prodigal son, however, had the hard look of a distance runner, which, as it turned out, he was enthusiastic about, as well as mountain biking. With dark hair and fairly ruddy skin, he's fleshed out a bit more from when he first returned, but not that much -- he has the look of the compulsively fit, which fits in with the 'oh, he must have gone to rehab' theory -- people assume that he replaced some sort of drug or alcohol addiction with a fitness addiction. When about town, he tends to dress in fairly toned-down stuff; usually a pair of jeans or a nice pair of slacks and some sort of buttoned-up shirt, sleeves always down, or a jacket.

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[B]Bio: 

[/B][INDENT]Born in Burlington, Vermont, the son of Arthur Douglas, a Democratic United States congressman from Aquitaine, Vermont who also owned Martin Sheet Metal, later converted into an HVAC parts producer, Daniel was sent to good schools; Philips-Exeter in New Hampshire and then to Amherst College for his freshman year -- he never quite adjusted to the idea that he was fobbed off on others to be raised because his parents were too busy. During this time, he was known as a bit of a hell-raiser; he liked to play rugby and with that culture came the hard partying. During the summer of his freshman year at Amherst, he was involved in a bad car accident with three others where there were some deaths; his father was running for US Senator at the time and did not appreciate the negative publicity to his campaign; while Daniel sustained some small injuries, one other was dead and the other two in the car were badly injured; it was determined that they were all drunk and that Daniel was the driver -- he didn't remember it.

The family argument that ensued was a bitter one, particularly given the peculiar stresses on the family at the time; his brother Jeffrey and his father compounded on the guilt Daniel felt by lecturing him and his reaction was angry. By the time the argument escalated, it became a series of ultimatums, with Daniel taking the money his brother arrogantly offered and fleeing the country; he disappeared from sight, and was assumed to be either dead or doing something that no one wanted to hear about. 

His father lost the election for senate, but did not depart entirely from politics; in fact, he went back to the House of Representatives a couple years later and found his way onto the appropriations committee, where he was acknowledged to have generally done good work. In the meantime, Jeffrey opened a law practice and made an entry into Vermont politics also, though his success was limited; he was a smug man and more intolerant than his father -- there was also strain in the family regarding Daniel's exile. The black sheep son that disappeared was not heard from for nearly two decades.

In the intervening years, his father exited politics to run the family business, converting it from sheet metal to a more high tech HVAC concern, and it was considered highly profitable. His re-entry to politics came in the form of various political appointments that gave him considerable pull in Washington, notably in the Department of Commerce, where he served at the Undersecretarial level and seems destined for the Secretary position soon.

When Daniel returned nearly sixteen years later, he was different; he was lean and leathery, more guarded -- there was little left of an exuberant, rebellious, perhaps overcompensating young man that the town remembered. Instead, he was a quieter, more introspective guy that was comfortable in silences; he enrolled into the University of Vermont for some courses to continue his aborted education and patronized the local coffee shop. He reconciled with his parents, but not so much with his brother Jeffrey or his wife Jenn. It was assumed that he'd been an addict somewhere, particularly as the circumstances of his exile were juicy gossip material due to the mystery. He looked like something had changed, after all. Even more juicy was the way he took up with the Doctor Claudine Guilbeau which induced speculation about what would happen when Dr. Guilbeau went off to work with Medicins sans Frontieres (Doctors without Borders.) It was expected to be a 'over quickly' thing. To considerable surprise, Dan went along during the summer to Somalia with the doctor as 'support staff;' it wasn't common knowledge, but he spoke Arabic passably.

When the Soviet invasion hit, choices were made; his brother Jeffrey apparently made nice with the Soviet authorities, whose strategy of occupation was to generally leave the countryside alone while holding particular strategic assets and urban areas under more direct control. Dan's father was approached by Manuel Schultz, the son of Argentinian refugees fleeing the Guevara regime and a retired CIA general case officer in the Clandestine Services, who had a plan for building the American resistance -- former Secretary Douglas had the industrial and political experience to help spearhead the effort in Canada. Daniel left him with a couple numbers to call, including the French embassy in Ottawa, before they parted. 

Surprisingly, Daniel quietly joined the resistance, opting to work with the stay-behind guerrillas that would carry the torch. Schultz expected the casualties to be high with these inexperienced, untrained teams, but Daniel wasn't swayed by that. He wanted to do it. Schultz, realizing that Daniel was hardly a prominent man about town that the enemy would suspect of guerrilla activity, signed off on the idea. He was a bit surprised when the son of his old friend filled him in on the general operational plan he had in mind -- it was solid.

For the moment, his cell have yet to do anything, though there are plans afoot. With no support structure in place, yet, they have to acquire their own equipment.


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[B]Psychological Profile:[/B][INDENT]
Dan is calm, but he's also quiet. He doesn't seem overtly bothered with the way the locals do not entirely take him seriously, but most of the locals have only passing contact with him-- there is an expectation that he's a basket case, and those that know him up close after his return know that he is most certainly not. His favorite particular hangout is the Treehouse Cafe in Aquitaine, Vermont. At the prompting of Manuel Schultz, he is the primary recruiter for the resistance cell in this area. He does this very quietly and very carefully and is a good choice -- no one really suspects him of being the likely head of a resistance cell. The police, the ones that are actually working for the communists, which are very few in Aquitaine, don't really consider Dan at the top of the list, though his father went into hiding. The reputation for being a recently reformed ne'er to do well, apparently, has advantages.

When he was younger, he rebelled in obvious ways. Subsequent events have tempered that to a degree, but recent events have focused it; he never quite lost his taste for doing things differently than the status quo, and the overwhelming pressure to accept Soviet rule and move on with life has his back up. In any case, he isn't the sort to spraypaint anarchy symbols, he relishes the idea of outfoxing people and biding his time. And he also, in a lot of ways, wants the approval of his parents, which is probably a silly thing, but it is a silly thing a lot of people never really get over.


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[B]Skillset/Occupation:[/B]
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[*]Majoring psychology at the University of Vermont, at least until the Soviet Invasion; he withdrew from classes for the fall semester, as did a number of students. 
[*]Familiar enough with politics, having been raised with them. 
[*]Avid runner and mountain biker. 
[*]Speaks French, Spanish and, surprisingly, Arabic. 
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[B]Equipment:[/B]
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[*]Mostly good hiking gear, sturdy pants and boots and the such. He did dig out some of the stuff from his family's place that he assembled into a field kit, though it is notoriously without weaponry, because his father was never an avid hunter, though much of Vermont is. 
[*]On the other hand, he has a Glock 19 that Schultz gave to him when he admitted he didn't have any firearms. It is a fairly concealable pistol, but it has heft. It is chambered in 9mm.
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 Relationships and Acquaintances: [/B][INDENT]
WIP; locals probably know him, but maybe not very well; however, he's the one doing the recruitment for this cell, so he probably has had contact with everyone -- feel free to invent how that contact worked, but bear in mind that he wouldn't say anything about the parts in the spoiler without a seriously good reason.

Surprisingly, Dr. Guilbeau also joined the resistance.
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