| Cliff Jack Daniels
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Clifford Jack Daniels
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Subway-Stalker
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September 15, 1984
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Late thirties.
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Ratkin
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Metis
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Warrior
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| I keep my eyes wide open all the time...
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A grizzled mug, fists like hammers, and a voice like grinding stones. A towering man squatting at a bar sipping at a glass of dark gold. Three men lay at his feet, broken amidst shattered bottles and blood. The bartender is unfazed, and continues to wipe down his counter with a stained cloth. A sound, barely perceptible, draws the giant's attention to a small brown rat in his lap. Daintily he takes the rodent in hand, and strokes the fur of its back. With a sigh, he slaps a twenty on the worn oak surface and rises to his feet.
"Time to go to work."
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| I keep the ends out for the tie that binds...
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• The Beast Below... – Back east, Cliff's exceptional size often made it that the only time he could ever really stretch and roam comfortably was when out on patrols in the New York City Subway. Turns out all those crazy hobo-stories of monsters prowling in the sunless tunnels weren't without merit.
• Big Brother Instinct. – You remember that small, skinny kid at school that always got bullied, beaten, and abused? Some of the kids pointed and laughed, but most just ignored it. You remember how one day his big brother came in and broke the other guys legs with an aluminum bat? How the doctor's said he'd have to use a wheel chair for the rest of his life? That's Clifford.
• A whole new world... – Cliff has spent much of his life underground with his fellow Ratkin, but now he has the opportunity to stretch his legs, enjoy the simple pleasures and maybe earn some real glory.
• Liquid-fire, poison of man... – Cliff has a definite weakness for liquor in all its forms, and has from a young age. Thankfully he is often too busy to binge, but when he gets going it can be difficult to stop.
• Odd Jobs and Broken Bones... - Aside from his duties looking after the various rugrats of the colony, Cliff has performed various tasks such as ripping apart cars for scrap or guarding deliveries of ammunition. His personal favorite was taking part in underground fight clubs, where he could enjoy a bit of violence and get paid.
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| The (Un)usual Suspects
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The Raaaaat Pack
Shiv - "Respected elder and experienced slayer. Where you lead, I will follow."
Clary - "Precious sibling, rambunctious rugrat, and dangerous companion. Remember - no biting!"
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(Co)conspirators
Marks
MIA
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