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[sub][color=FFB347]Full Name:[/color] Michael Welhan Kellogg
[color=FFB347]Age:[/color] Thirty-four. 
[color=FFB347]Gender:[/color] Male.
[color=FFB347]Profession:[/color] CEO of [i]High Ground,[/i] LLC, a vegan dairy alternatives production company.[/sub][/center]

[indent][indent][indent][quote=tweeted by @Michael_Kellog 2 WEEKS prior]“ Stoked to see our east coast schools taking action for  [color=00aeef][b] #TTHG2018[/b][/color] ! Our future is in good hands. ”[/quote][/indent][/indent][/indent]
[indent][indent][sub][color=FFB347][u]    P H Y S I C A L    A P P E A R A N C E            [/u][/color][/sub]
[indent][indent]Primed and groomed and ill-prepared -- the Plastic Man stalks stock-stiff, patently uncomfortable in casual wear, blonde hair slicked back regardless, adamantly. The rain settles on his black sports jacket, zipped to the nape, the folded corners of a dress shirt underneath. The man’s eyes flit through the inclimate, presenting varying impressions, that of the lost, unaccustomed, wealthy tourist and of one riding high on suspicion. He couldn’t possibly be carrying anything but the clothes on his back, his wedding band, and the bare necessities in the pockets of his slacks. A lanky, otherwise ordinary, man with a conscious keep of posture that stands him up taller -- he exudes modernity, he exudes business -- he is the baseline in both regards -- and projects no sense of personality. Is it possible to be well-known and workaday at once? 

Kellogg crosses the parking lot in long strides. He is looking behind him; he catches the door being held for him at the last moment before breaking into a stride to oblige. The pleasantries pass, fortuitously fast as the storeowner senses a concernment. He gives his cue, a question, and Kellogg recites, “Have you seen my daughter? Five feet, dirty-blonde? About fifteen? She was just with me.”
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[sub][color=FFB347][u]    I N H E R I T E D     C U R S E            [/u][/color][/sub]
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[indent][sup]“Why would she walk into Brier Hill? You’re sure that was her?” 
[i]She fit your description. [/i][/sup][/indent]
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[sub][color=FFB347][u]    C H A R A C T E R    T R A I T S             [/u][/color][/sub]
[indent][indent][color=FFB347]» *****:[/color] (On/about his curse.)
[color=FFB347]» Puppet Master:[/color] A father of two and C-Executive of a mega-corporation’s purchased derivative, Kellogg understands dominance, compromise, and discipline. He has the components of a learned leader. 
[color=FFB347]» Apple of the Public Eye:[/color] Kellogg maintains a personable presence through social media, interviews, and public events, albeit not as the next Zuckerberg -- yet. He has his finger on the contemporary pulse though has been reputed to be far more stringent, “awkward,” in person. Nonetheless, he makes do as a decent conversationalist and his image is a well-maintained and positive one.

[indent][sup][i]Should I call the cops? [/i]
“I-- sure. I’m going after her.”[/sup][/indent]
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[sub][color=FFB347][u]    D A R K     H U N G E R S    ( P E R S O N A L     C H A L L E N G E S )           [/u][/color][/sub]
[indent][indent][color=FFB347]» Convictionless;[/color] drifting through life in an incessant state of apathy and self-ignorance, where everything is alright or will show itself to be, in time. Kellogg finds emotional displays difficult even to fabricate, empathy in its most basal forms impossible to replicate, and morals... optional in big business anyway, thereby impractical to address. 
[color=FFB347]» Conceptually, a Family Man:[/color] A family man without attachment -- frankly, without a family. Without a wife to do the ‘kids’ thing for him; he thought he could manage through imitation. This has not gone as planned. 

[indent][sup][i]Wait, Mister-- Want us to call anyone else? Your wife? [/i]
“Oh, my wife isn’t with me.” 
[i]I’m sorry--[/i]
“No, at the moment, she isn’t. But-- well, everything should right itself out.”[/sup][/indent]
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[sub][color=FFB347][u]    P E R S O N A L    M O T I V A T I O N          [/u][/color][/sub]
[indent][indent]The plan was to pass through en route to Connecticut, site of some ostentatious gala recognizing middle-school students apart of the ‘Taking the High Ground’ initiative -- he’s long forgotten what the initiative was for, likely environmental. There was only so many movements they could ally with as the “pigs,” in company parlance, of Tuscany Meat Packaging tended to shrink conservatively from social activism. 

That was neither here nor there now. The kids were only with him at this point for practicality; they had nowhere else to go. Of course, he’d left Theo in the motel room anyway after the boy’s insistence of “not being hungry.” Chloe and him went to dinner alone, and it would be dashed to just him after thirty minutes waiting in the car only for her to never emerge, no context. And now he acts on the implication that she up and walked into town, alone. So, alone, he wanders into the heart of Brier Hill in pursuit, failing to understand anything but his own obligation to protect her, obstinate to hold some length of control over the situation all the same.

[indent][sup] “I’m leaving. [i]This is not good. Not good at all.”[/i]
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Something I whipped up so far. I'm only wholly undecided on the curse since the original idea was for a Deadpool healing factor but I don't know how many setting-befitting situations it'd actually be relevant in. But I wanted to include a more "successful" personage based off a classic literature anti-hero model (Ellison, Bradbury -- that stuff), so here's what I have so far. I'll build more based on a curse and what you think of it so far?