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[color=cccccc][sub][color=#94aeb4]Full Name:[/color]   Michael Welhan Kellogg
[color=#94aeb4]Age:[/color]            Thirty-four. 
[color=#94aeb4]Gender:[/color]       Male.
[color=#94aeb4]Profession:[/color]  C-Level Corporate Manager
                    [color=#999999][i]Full-time father of two[/i][/color][/sub][/color]
[/cell][/row][/table][color=cccccc][b]Primed and groomed and ill-prepared[/b] — the Plastic Man stalks the night, patently uncomfortable in casual wear, white-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. 

He crosses the parking lot in long strides. The man is looking behind him; he catches the door being held for him at the very last moment before breaking into a stride to oblige. There’s an emergency at hand as he looks exhausted, and now that he offers you a hand in arbitrary pleasantry, you recognize it’s shaking. You almost turn him down. 

He introduces himself by surname only. Kellogg is smiling despite himself — it’s quite sad. You wonder if he is stalling, and what for, but on cue, the man recites, “Have you seen my daughter? Five feet, dirt-blonde? Fifteen? She was just with me.”[/color]

[color=cccccc][sub][color=#94aeb4][u]    I N H E R I T E D     C U R S E            [/u][/color][/sub]
[indent][indent][color=#999999]Reaper.[/color][/indent][/indent]
[sub][color=#94aeb4][u]    C H A R A C T E R    T R A I T S             [/u][/color][/sub]
[indent][color=#94aeb4]»[/color]  [color=#999999]“Like I’ve always told my kids: you only get this far in life through hard work and ambition.”[/color] 
[indent][indent]The quintessential businessman — Chief Operating Officer of the Tuscany enterprise — which defines his self-image. He trades a dominant air for a general stiffness, a stilted way of talking and acting. It’s a touch of quirkiness, being so “out-of-touch,” and whether that’s due to his affluence, his lofty position, is… the most likely reason, from the outset.
        Kellogg takes an immense pride in his achievements of which he cites to more than just his children. He is not especially boastful but self-preservation and projected honesty combine into a similar quality.[/indent][/indent]
[color=#94aeb4]»[/color]  [color=#999999]“Please excuse me; I’m not usually solemn like this. It’s better to stay positive, really.”[/color] 
[indent][indent]Neighbor to the world; a sitcom character come to life. Kellogg loathes to wear anything but a smile. He values being on others’ good terms, filling dead air with small talk. A sunny temperament and stiff countenance make his image, often a melancholy one, as if Kellogg is acting this way out of necessity.[/indent][/indent]
[color=#94aeb4]»[/color]  [color=#999999]“I’m an everyman. I started from nothing. I’m the wrong person for this to happen to.”[/color] 
[indent][indent]Everything makes sense to Kellogg, or ought to. There is a level of accountability every person holds over their future; some people are less deserving than others, and for that, they’re punished. This is a process unbound to any man, including Kellogg himself, who views the cycling-through of the “undeserving” with detachment. Some of his colleagues pin “undeserving” as a racial quality. Others, often his neighbors and general members of his community, pin the “undeserving” in religious jargon. Contrarily, Kellogg thinks him one of the few to understand, although he would gladly share the burden. 
        If Kellogg were asked, he would never admit to possessing a curse, rather a different perspective. You either seize what you know or fall, fade from obscurity, and die.[/indent][/indent][/indent]
[sub][color=#94aeb4][u]    D A R K     H U N G E R S           [/u][/color][/sub]
[indent][color=#94aeb4]»[/color]  [color=#999999]“What? No, I’m fine. Like I said, keep a positive— no, I’m [i]bothered,[/i] I'm just trying to stay—”[/color]
[indent][indent]Kellogg is convictionless, drifting through life in an incessant state of apathy and self-ignorance, where everything is alright or will show itself to be, in time. A conversationalist, a man made of smiles; nonetheless, emotional displays are difficult even to fabricate for Kellogg, empathy in its most basal forms impossible to replicate, and morals... optional in big business anyway, thereby impractical to address.[/indent][/indent]
[color=#94aeb4]»[/color] [color=#999999]“Trust me, okay? I only got this far…”[/color]
[indent][indent]By [i]making sacrifices,[/i] to put it bluntly. Kellogg was “undeserving,” plucked from a lottery in youth to never succeed for the sake of universal balance, fated to stalk the outskirts of capitalist society, nothing and no one with odds stacked against him. It was a conscious choice to tug the strings he saw, to malleate the underlying [color=#94aeb4]stochastic elements[/color] of the everyday. Every action and decision he conducts is meaningful — he likes to think so. 
        Kellogg could probably change probability for the greater good if he was, for one, capable of affecting more than one person at a time, although it's his concentration that limits him there; he only learned recently, violently, of the concept of kickback, the [i]domino effect[/i] that can occur beyond his myopia. 
        He can only [color=#94aeb4]change probability as to hasten time of death.[/color] This is inherent to his actions, meaning when Kellogg hones unto a person, [color=#94aeb4]anything he does is reflected negatively onto them.[/color] Small acts — say he opens a door and the force tips a cup off a table — culminating on his terms before it is [color=#94aeb4]just convenient enough for the knife to come down[/color] — enough has happened for the target to stroll through, slip on the water, hit the back of their head hard on the door frame. Kellogg attributes this 'perspective' to how he has taken the reins of his own misfortune. Unfortunately, it isn’t enough — he doesn’t feel as if it’s enough. As he perceives success as exponential, he can never afford to bask in his glory but keep claiming, keep progressing, praying it only extends to who he chooses.[/indent][/indent][/indent]
[sub][color=#94aeb4][u]    P E R S O N A L    M O T I V A T I O N          [/u][/color][/sub]
[indent][indent][indent]They need to get away, pass through the decriptcy to greener pastures; their grandmother lives north in New York. The kids will be safer there. Frankly, he thought he could trust them — to keep a tight lip, to understand what’s most important. But, based on sources, his daughter has gone dancing into the night. He can’t afford to get any higher power involved but himself so [color=#94aeb4]he follows her into the heart of Brier Hill.[/color] Kids are, often, impossible to understand, but he knows he’ll forgive her, whatever the reason, just as long as she’s safe.[/indent][/indent][/indent]
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[b]“[/b] [i]On[/i] [b]******[/b], [i]officials found [b]five bodies[/b] in scattered locations throughout a Tuscany meat plant. Autopsy of[/i] one [i]strangely  failed to pick up any physical evidence while another three, as described in a statement by Chief of Police, simply ‘collapsed’ of heart failure. The final body was only salvaged in[/i] pieces, [i]thrown into a meat grinder hours[/i] prior [i]to investigation — whether the individual was alive or dead beforehand is a point of contention. 

“Of the four[/i] identifiable [i]bodies, each worked for Tuscany Meat Incorporated in some manner. Of the bodies found were Clance Jones, janitorial worker; Matthew Lannister, factory manager; Lana Perez, additional factory manager; and Chief Executive Officer of the company,[/i] Andrew “Andy” Cougar. [i]Family of Cougar have reacted turbantly to the news, proclaiming his death as premeditated. And while we have to see a clear report on the events transpired here, it’s important to consider Cougar, one of the victims of heart failure, having no record of cardiovascular hardships prior to his passing — the same which applies to victims[/i] Perez [i]and[/i] Lannister. 

[i]“Interviews will be conducted within the company between high- and mid-level executives to identify any malevolent intent. The Chief of Police claims Cougar’s will described competition between C-levels as a “pressure point,” bound to boil over. With the tension of Cougar’s family likewise bared on law enforcement, as well as a clamoring of Cougar’’s followers attached to the man’s public persona, we should see a continuation of the investigation, to determine if massacre truly[/i] did [i]occur here on Tuscany property. 

“This is Dan Wells from Evening News. We’ll keep you posted.[/i] [b]”[/b]
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