Hank Doyle
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P R O F I L E
Ask anybody in the NSPD to name the perfect cop and, 15 years prior, the name Hank Doyle would have been a strong candidate for that title. Nowadays, they only say his name as a cautionary tale of what this job can do to a man, and they would be right of course. Once the ace of the NSPD, Hank now spends his free time in the cheapest bar he can find, and the only reason that he still maintains his job, aside from the crucial need for willing officers in this world, is the fact that, under all the alcohol and resentfulness, lies one of the brightest minds the police has ever seen, capable of finding connections in the most minuscule of details, and a man who, in his 25 years of tenure, has seen the worst that humanity has to offer and decided a bottle of Whisky is all that he needs to face it.
D A Y S - G O N E
Coming from a middle-class home and son of two hardworking parents, Hank Doyle's childhood dream was always to be a police officer. Fighting crime and helping make the world a better place for the people was his calling. He studied hard, ate his vegetables, and exercised every day to make this happen. In high school, he met his sweetheart and at 21 years got accepted into the New Seattle police academy, where he graduated at the top of his class. One year later, he married his girlfriend, Sally, in a beautiful ceremony
Things were looking good for good ol Hank. It wasn't a perfect life by any means: the rather average salary made things difficult sometimes, and more often than not he had to finish some paperwork at his home, but then again, nobody had a perfect life, and Hank liked his. His marriage was good, he felt he was doing good by the city, and a promotion was, if the rumours were to be believed, soon at hand. In fact, officer Doyle's meteoric rise through the ranks of the NSPD is still talked about to this day.
And so, 10 years rapidly passed by, and Hank learned that, sometimes, there's no big event or tragedy that marks a new stage in life, but instead, it just slowly grinds away at you. Now a lieutenant, his workload had become a strain on his relationship, and the fact that his keen mind and sharp intuitions made him indispensable in homicides cases had backfired, as the constant need to face the crime scenes of some truly vile murders slowly sapped away at his mind and will, because no matter how many he cases he solved, there's always was more lunatics out there snuffing innocent lives. His way of coping became alcohol, and in no time at all transformed into a crutch he heavily relied upon.
It was a miracle his marriage lasted another 5 years, but one big fight and a punch in the wall in anger was enough to put the last nail in the coffin. The next month Hank Doyle was a divorced man, and his vice started to get in the way of his job. He still managed to apprehend criminals and close cases, but his constant insubordination and mood swings damaged his already dwindling reputation, and the fact that he was, in his youth, the golden boy of the NSPD was, besides the fact that in a city like New Seattle any officer counted, the only reason he only got demoted instead of fired.
Now with twenty-five years of service under his belt, and with cigarettes added to his alcoholism, Hank Doyle thought that his life had settled into a nice routine of working late, getting drunk, and sleeping on the couch, only to repeat it again, but the Chief of the NSPD had other plans to him. A new serial killer was on the loose, and this was spreading chaos and discord throughout the city. Doyle was, to the chief's despair, one of the only individuals he could trust with this case. Perhaps it was the still burning cinder of his pride, or the fact that he owed much to the Chief, but whatever the reason, Hank accepted becoming part of this so-called group tasked with finding the Morse Code Killer, perhaps even and old bastard like him could help the city.
2045 - CENSUS
No Prior Service
M E M O R I E S
Chief MacCready: The Chief of the NSPD, and one of Hank's earliest mentors.
Sally Peterson: Hank's ex-wife. They still maintain communication, but she moved on and settled with another man.
O L D - S A M - B R O W N E
A Glock 9mm
A small notebook and some pens
A flashlight
A flask of low-quality Whisky
A swiss army knife
And old cellphone.
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