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[i]"Smile for the camera."[/i]
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[i]"It feels like I'm made of fifty percent sandpaper, fifty percent grit."[/i]

[indent][indent]David Sawyer. Not exactly a tall, strapping man, David is relatively average sized; with an athletic build that has clearly seen the wrong end of age, a minor pot belly and muscles that have given way to flab in places. His normally dark brown hair is peppered with grey in places, especially round the sides of his head, and is kept short and neat as is appropriate for his job. Along with this, he maintains a neat, if light, beard, the hair also brown and gray with his age. His eyes are brown and his features are slightly wrinkled from age and experience, crows feet at the corners of his eyes and wrinkles over his forehead. His normally rather pale skin is almost permanently tanned from all his time spent under the hot, blazing sun, taking photos of wild animals, marathons and sports events. He has tan lines in the form of his watch on his right wrist and on his shoulders from the short-sleeved shirts he would wear to such events. A scar exists on David's face, a small one that crosses the bridge of his nose.

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His normal clothing style is simple and rugged; David likes to wear either a brown leather jacket or a short sleeved, collared shirt, with a white tank top underneath. The man only has a few pairs of jeans, mostly blue, and as such all of them display a rugged wear across the knees and rims of the legs that are all part of the years and years of use. David normally wears a pair of leather loafers to work or out to relax, and a pair of brown hiking shoes if he's going out for a long walk in the park or going out of town. David also has several items that are considered part of his 'signature' look; a gun-metal grey diving watch, purchased as a thirtieth birthday gift, that always sits on his right wrist. A black DSLR that almost always hangs from his neck. A weathered brown leather biker jacket with a small icon of a film camera stitched onto the left breast.[/indent][/indent]

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[i]"If you buy me a drink, we're going to be good friends."[/i]

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[b]MAIN GOAL  ⫻[/b] To live a simple life, open-minded and carefree, taking pictures and relaxing with a beer in his hand.

[b]PHILOSOPHY  ⫻[/b] "Oftentimes, some of the best stories are those told through pictures."

[b]SECRETS  ⫻[/b] David once had a drug problem. Not a bad one, but in the days of his youth, he had to resort to cocaine abuse to keep himself awake during periods of time spent overseas as part of an attachment to a PMC operating in Africa. When he came home to Araminta, the urge remained and the abuse continued until someone at work noticed. He went to rehab for it and came out a better man, but part of that horrible experience still remains, ingrained in his psyche.

[b]SEXUALITY  ⫻[/b] Straight.

[b]FEARS  ⫻[/b] He fears his past of drug abuse getting out into common knowledge. So far the only person who knows is one of his colleagues at the Araminta Daily, but that's it.

[b]REPUTATION  ⫻[/b] David is one of Araminta's prominent writers and the only photojournalist in town, courtesy of the Araminta Daily. The sight of him, his camera and his laptop anywhere is bound to attract the attention of the locals who know him.

[b]QUIRKS  ⫻[/b] David has to have his camera with him at all times. It's a modern DSLR camera that hangs from a brown sling on his neck.

[b]FLAWS  ⫻[/b] The fear of his secret being found out, and the resulting public ridicule and falling-out with the general populace. Even though he takes pride in the fact that he's been clean for years since, he's afraid of his sterling reputation being tarnished.

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[i]"I've seen some of the best and worst humanity has to offer. Captured and cataloged in my stories and in my camera."[/i]

[indent][indent]David was born and raised in Araminta, going to school there, attending yearly festivals and growing up alongside a small, close group of friends that stuck with him all through grade school. High school split up their little clique but they almost always met after class was over for the day, drinking milkshakes and playing tag in Araminta's main park. He took an early interest in documenting the escapades of him and his friends, at first through the media of drawing, but when that failed him, his father suggested the next best thing: a camera. His dad, a photographer by hobby, had an old film camera in his closet that he let his son borrow when he was old enough. All through his teens, David took photos of his adventures, developing the pictures and even scribbling little blurbs about what he and his friends had done that day, like cycling up to the city limits and back, or watching a sunset in the park.

When he graduated, David took his scrapbook of photos and, for a time, sold his services as a freelance photographer. In such a small city, business was brisk; weddings, special occasions, anniversaries and festivals were part and parcel of his life for roughly two years. It was then that the Araminta Daily took notice and sent him a letter asking if he would like to be employed at the newspaper as one of their photographers. He readily agreed and began work for the paper, helping their journalists and reporters capture every little event that went on in their sleepy little town. In between reports and work, David took time out of his schedule to submit some of his better pictures to national competitions, calendars and photography magazines. Most of his work wasn't up to par, but he earned himself several honorable mentions and smaller spots in minor magazines.

Three years passed in a flash. By then, David had built himself a rep, both within Araminta and around the country, as a budding young photographer with promising work, an eye for detail and a heart for telling stories. He had gone from being merely a photographer to a full-blown photojournalist, having a small column to himself about his 'Photo of the Week', where he showcased his best photograph he'd taken that week and wrote a few paragraphs about how and where he'd taken it, among other things. David was a familiar face among the townsfolk, so it came as a surprise when he told his boss that he was going to leave for a few months. When prodded as to why, he told him that he had accepted a brief overseas contract; to help further his reputation and to provide him an opportunity, a humanitarian magazine based in New York City had offered to send him with a UN aid convoy in Mogadishu, attaching him there over the course of three months to both help out and to take photos of them. It was an opportunity he couldn't pass up, and later that year, David left his quiet home of Araminta.

It would turn out to be the lowest point of his life. In those three months, he would take photos of some of the worst human suffering he'd ever seen, in the worst conditions. Helpless to do anything except work and watch, David fell to drugs to help himself cope. It didn't help that they were in a rough part of the world, feeding his addiction until his contract was up and he returned to Araminta. But, buried somewhere in that haze of work, picture-taking and addiction, was an event that changed David's life. A rather rude Awakening, brought on by a one-off visit to a small rural village. They were there to bring water, food and medicine as per normal, but one of his colleagues dared him to pay a visit to the village's shaman and undergo a "cleansing" ritual. David wasn't the superstitious sort but he knew he had a problem, so he went along with it. The ritual, while benign, exposed the sensitive within David to the other side with a combination of hallucinogens, chanting in foreign words and an odd, hypnotic drum beat. It sent David into a state of calm so profound, it Awakened him to the other side, allowing to see a world once thought invisible to the naked eye.

At first, David didn't know how to deal with his newfound sense of the supernatural. It started as seeing shadow figures at the edges of his vision, shapes not conforming to his world's physical norms. But he took it as the effects of withdrawal from being close to the end of his tenure there. Once his time was up, he gratefully jumped on the first flight back to the US and returned to Araminta, a different man than the reporter that had existed before.

Those who knew David reported a change in the once cheery, hardworking man. He was haggard, tired and jumpy, but most attributed it to the stress of his work. The pictures he'd taken there were published soon after and cemented his reputation as a sterling photographer, but the damage was already done. David Sawyer was a changed man, one who prowled back alleys looking for his next fix, addling his mind to maintain his work ethic. However, two months after his return, a colleague stopped him. One of his best friends. He'd noticed the change in David and knew the symptoms of addiction. Worried for his friend, he offered David a chance at redemption: to keep his secret safe, all he had to do was to go to rehab and get himself clean. Then he wouldn't let the rumours of him being an addict spread and he'd keep his job at the newspaper.

Without much choice, David reluctantly submitted himself for rehabilitation, taking each and every day as it came, until he was thoroughly clean and recovering from his addiction. The process was long and he still worked weekends at the Daily, but six months later, David was a new man. Broken apart in Africa, but put back together again. Stronger than before, with a renewed sense of purpose. He resumed his work at the Araminta Daily, supplementing himself with regular runs at the park, exercise to get fit and eating just a little healthier.

However, David would not know of the events that would occur later on in his life, opening his eyes to more...unfamiliar territories.

The Horde. A dreadful serial killer. Personally, David didn't have any close encounters with the masked killer. But he reported on the aftermaths. Each and every victim. Taking photos of the scene, police cordons, reporters from other news agencies as the case developed into a national phenomenon. He even wrote a news piece for an online news site that circulated around the globe like wildfire. The mild-mannered photojournalist in David wanted nothing to do with the case as time went on, having seen enough tragedy to become numbed by it. But the curious, inquisitive side of him wanted to know more. With his connections in the Araminta Daily, along with the police department and emergency response, David began digging into the case by himself, determined to figure out who the Horde was and what they wanted by murdering so many innocent people.

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[i]"Taking pictures is my life. It's what I do best. And I wouldn't give it up for the world."[/i]

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[b][Keen Eye for Detail]  ⫻[/b] David's eye for detail as a photographer has been honed through many years of experience, taking thousands of pictures and studying how they made people feel.
[b][Healthy-ish]  ⫻[/b] As part of his rehabilitation, David took up regular exercise to keep himself trim and fit. The lingering long-term effects of his addiction still exist in his body, but a long run every day and an hour in the gym have, for the most part, returned him to tip-top shape.
[b][Photography]  ⫻[/b] The main part of David's repertoire, he is an expert photographer with an eye for prize-winning shots. His camera never leaves his side and neither do the skills he's learned from decades spent on the job.
[b][Writing]  ⫻[/b] The other part of his job, David had to hone his skills in creative writing as part and parcel of his job as a journalist.
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[i]"If you've been a photographer for as long as I have, you're bound to see some weird things. Comes with the career."[/i]

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[b]TYPE  ⫻[/b] Awakened

[b]ABSTRACTION  ⫻[/b] All-Seeing Eyes; the ability to see beyond supernatural sight.

[b]ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION  ⫻[/b] David's special powers, awoken through a ritual conducted by an African shaman work on several levels, contained within his head and eyes:
[list][*] David's Abstraction enhances his visual senses, allowing him to see fine, minute details on objects up close, extend his visual range and acuity at long distances, as well as being able to catch extremely fast movements that wouldn't normally be visible with regular vision.
[*] His Abstraction also allows him to see past visual illusions that are magical in nature, for example things that hide in invisibility, or charms/spells cast upon objects to obscure their true nature.
[*] The powers of his Abstraction also extend to photographs. His eyes allow him to use pictures or photos as a living window into the moment the photo was taken, letting David see into the past of the object or even person in the photograph. Regular photos allow him to do this just fine, but photos taken specifically from his camera allow him to see their history in greater detail.
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[b]AURA SENSING  ⫻[/b] David can see and sense the auras of places, buildings and objects that hold wells of supernatural power, emotion and human history. These auras usually appear as wispy smoke wafting from the things he sees, with the colours of whatever emotions are the strongest within that thing.

[b]LIMITS  ⫻[/b] David's abstraction has no on or off button unlike most Abstractions, so if there's something that he would rather not see he gets to see it all in its vivid detail. Fortunately, he's not limited by the Extra-Normal's innate resistance to each other.

[b]WEAKNESSES  ⫻[/b] Of course since he cannot turn off the abstraction if he's caught seeing something he wouldn't want to see he has no choice but to observe it. The act of seeing into the past has an effect on David's mind that will affect him down the line. He'll eventually lose the ability to tell past memories from his own the more he sees. His abstraction will place him into these situations that he was never apart of and make him lose track of himself and who he is.

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[i]"I've been through some dark times in my life. But I'm not letting that shape who I am in the now."[/i]

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