Registry of the Evolved Database
File #22 Sep 2010 02:47
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 Adrien Brody |
Not all hard lives start at childhood. Sure, there is the standard story you get from the rougher walks of life, about how their childhood was awful, how their parents hated them, and other unspeakable horrors. Sometimes, however, rough characters begin as happy, carefree children in a loving, well-to-do home. They do well in school, excell in scout groups, love sports, and grow up to marry their high school sweetheart. It isn't until later in life that things begin to fall apart for such people.
Griffin Owain Mihangle was one such child. Born in Indianapolis, IN on April 14, 1975 to Owain and Mila Mihangle, his arrival in the world was a cause for celebration for his family. Not only was he the first born child, but he was a son, who would carry on the Mihangle name. Griffin, named after his grandfather, certainly would never be left wanting for anything.
Childhood was a happy time for young Griff. He was raised by both parents who loved him dearly, and he was quite close to them as well. He was raised to be well-mannered and polite, and he rarely made trouble. In 1981, he and his parents welcomed a baby sister, Mackenzie, into the world. Griff immediately fell in love with her, and aside from the standard childhood spats and tantrums, the two were extremely close, nigh inseperable.
When the school age began, Griffin happily threw himself into his studies, earning fairly good grades. He was never the smartest grape in the bunch, but he rarely got a grade below a B-. Sports and music were always his favorite subject, and he excelled in both. His parents also put him into boy scouts, and he excelled in this as well, earning himself several badges.
When Middle School came around, Griffin quickly joined the basketball team. Tall as he always was, he always did well, and after much practice, he was eventually recognized as a promising young basketball player. In his spare time, Griffin took piano and violin lessons, and proved to be quite the young musical genius as well as a young basketball star.
High school was a very exciting time for Griffin. He was quickly made the captain of the basketball team, and was showing promise to recieve a scholarship. He had the lofty goal of college basketball, and eventually NBA in mind, and he worked hard to ensure this would happen. He was popular, and in turn, he had one of the most popular girls in school on his arm: Cindy Clayton, a beautiful redhead and the lead cheerleader. He loved her with everything, and throughout the high school years, they stuck to each other like glue.
In his senior year of high school, when he was so close to his scholarship for college basketball, Griff greviously injured his right knee in a basketball game. He tore the tendons in his knee pretty badly, and required surgery to be able to walk on his leg. Basketball became a thing of the past; Griffin would never be able to fully rid himself of the limp he gained as a result, and running became a bit of a difficult thing for him.
Despite these hardships, Griffin was fortunate that he also had music as a subject of interest, and managed to get a music scholarship at Indiana School of Music at Indiana University Purdue University of Indianapolis. He cheerfully went, and was fortunate that Cindy also chose to go to college there; Griffin proposed to Cindy on the night of high school graduation, and she accepted. The young couple couldn't be happier.
They remained engaged through their four years of college, with Griff studying in music, and Cindy studying in nursing. Not once did they live with each other during this time, a vow they had made so they would not fall beind in their studies. As a celebration of their graduation, Griffin and Cindy tied the knot. They were finally married, at age 22, after being together for nearly eight years. Their relationship had its ups and downs, certainly, but as a whole, they loved each other, and life couldn't get better.
Things only got worse, though.
To start with, Cindy ended up being the breadwinner of the marriage; despite all of Griffin's efforts, work for a Composer is rather difficult to find, and he ended up working for a dollar above minimum wage in a music store. This caused tension in the fresh marriage, with the finances being tight. Cindy wasn't too thrilled about suddenly being the breadwinner, or by the fact that Griff had so much trouble in finding a job. Still, they loved each other, and they pushed through it and made it work.
Two years into their marriage, Cindy unexpectedly became pregnant, a great shock for both Griff and his wife. They both knew that more rocky terrain lay waiting for them, but they decided to keep the child, agreeing that by working through this hard time, that they would come out stronger as a family. Griff's efforts to find a job were renewed; however, the best he got was a middle management position at the music store. Openings for composers/conductors in Indiana were few and far between. He managed to get a position teaching a class once a week, which provided a bit of extra income.
It only got more difficult, as they had foreseen. Cindy's pregnancy had complications, and she could not work. Griffin worked hard at his jobs, but money was still horribly tight for the expecting couple. Their relationship became more strained than ever, with Griff spending most of his hours at work in order to provide for his growing family. Tensions rose between the two, and Cindy was not known for holding her tongue when something upset her, less so when influenced by the pregnancy hormones.
But it came as quite a surprise when his son, named Owain after Griffin's father, was born on January 26, 2000. Griffin never quite expected to love someone as much as he loved his son when he first laid eyes on him. This tiny little person that they had made was completely helpless, completely dependant on them. It made all of the stress of work worth it for Griffin, just to see that little face with those big blue eyes staring up at him.
But there are no magical switches to turn off stress. The stress that was there before the arrival of the little boy was still there, and the stress of a new baby began to rise. Cindy stayed at home with the baby; when Griffin was home, he was in charge of taking care of his son. His sleep suffered dramatically for it, and it made the grueling hours he pulled at work all the more difficult.
Only a month after Owain was born, what was once somewhat terse conversation began elevating into verbal fights. It soon became quite apparent to Griffin that his marriage was teetering dangerously on a fine line between love and divorce, and more and more, it tipped toward the latter each day.
He tried reassuring himself, stating that it couldn't possibly get any worse than divorce, though he worried for his son.
If only he knew how wrong he was.
Little Owain was only a little over four months old when everything spiraled out of control. From injuring himself in high school, to marriage not being quite what he expected it, to the financial troubles, to the turmoil caused by any new infant, the stress had slowly but surely built up in Griffin. The fights with Cindy became more and more frequent, money was getting tighter and tighter, and Owain was a bit collicky and cried often. Couple that with the stress of long days at work dealing with the masses, and Griffin's nerves were already extremely raw.
One night, he came home from a particularly harsh 12 hour day at the music store, exhausted, with only a desire to crash into bed and sleep for as long as he could before Owain began his nightly cry fest. Cindy would have none of it, and an argument quickly followed his enterance to the house. It quickly became heated, with the couple screaming at each other, and the baby crying in his bedroom of the small house they rented out.
All it took to make him snap was four simple words from Cindy: "I want a divorce." Those four words crushed him, infuriated him, tore at him. He wanted so badly in that moment to simply reach out, strike her down. How dare she say that, after all he had done for her, after twelve hour work days. How dare she take advantage of everything he did for her, for their son, for their family.
All it took was those four words, and Griffin's entire world came crashing down.
It was quite sudden. He felt something, like arms, reaching toward her. He heard her screams of pain as she was raised into the air, held by the throat by some invisible hand. He watched as his ability manifested in a truly horrible way, his wife quite literally ripped to shreds in front of his very eyes. He felt her blood splashing over him, soaking into his clothes. He couldn't explain it, but he knew that he was the one who did this.
And then, the only sound was Owain, screaming in his room.
When the police busted the door in, they found Griffin, crouched in the midst of the bloody mess that was his wife. He was covered in her blood from head to toe, the only clean part of him the tear lines on his cheeks, holding his infant son as the baby cried. He refused to utter a word for a good long while, or even move, holding his son close and kissing the little child.
When they did finally get Griffin to speak, it was only three words: "I did it."
Griffen was taken into custody, his son taken into CPS. The entire time, he did not issue a word, even while he was being held in a prison cell, with his wife's blood drying and flaking off of his skin and hair and making his clothes stiff.
After one day in holding, two men wearing suits came, claiming to be members of the government, come to take Griffin into custody. He willingly went along with them, still completely wordless. All Griffin could think about his dead wife, and the fact that her death was his doing. He was taken up to Chicago, to The Company. There, he was kept in holding and fed negation drugs.
For over a month, Griffin did not utter a single word. It wasn't until a young psychiatrist came in to speak to him that he opened up; he was told that he had an extraordinary ability, and that he could make something of himself using it. It wasn't his fault that his wife was dead, she reasoned. There was no way to account for the manifestation of a new ability. He finally spoke to her, finally opening up about what had happened with his wife; he did not know that this young woman had the ability of Persuasion, and had guided him to this point.
She made him an offer. Join with the Company, and they would teach him how to control his ability. In return, he could help to keep people from going through what he went through. She made it sound so good that, though reluctantly, he accepted.
And so, the Company helped Griffin to get a good handle of his ability. He spent over two years training with his ability daily, pushing himself to his limits; it was rarely a pleasant time, training with the Company. There were days where it felt as if there were no end in sight. However, with patience and practice, Griffin gained a good deal of control over his ability. After two and a half years, Griffin finally became an Agent of the Company.
The missions started out small, with Griffin gathering information for the Company. However, he was quickly elevated to bag and tag missions, his ability far too useful in that field to be ignored. For another two and a half years, Griffin worked in the employ of the Company, doing their dirty deeds and bringing in others of his own kind.
It never quite sat well with him, the bag and tag missions, and his knowledge of what could possibly happen to those he apprehended.
After his third year as a Company Agent, Griffin's doubts had grown to an outright loathing of what he did to others of his own kind. Despite the fact that he never killed for them, it never quite sat right with him. The final straw was the bag and tag of a young pyrokinetic, just a boy who was frightened and alone after he had burnt down an entire shopping center. He had run, and Griffin's partner had shot him down with the tranquilizer.
All he could think of when he saw that was his own son.
In early 2007, Griffin decided that his time with the Company should end. Using his ability, he made certain that he got away while on a mission. Agents came after him, but he simply tossed them away (quite literally). He made sure not to kill any of these agents, but he certainly did not care to be caught, either. He found freedom for three months.
He never expected the Haitian to be sent after him. He walked out of his hotel room to find that he was surrounded by Agents. It came as a surprise when he could not summon his vectors. By the time he saw the Haitian, it was too late; there was a tranquilizer in his neck, and the world was quickly swimming into darkness.
When he awoke, he was in a familiar, cold cell, with his vectors gone to him. His ability had been neutralized, and he had been put into holding, indefinitely. It was explained to him that he was far too dangerous to be out in the world, with his ability, that he would be kept here, likely for the rest of his life. Despite any protests he had, it wasn't as if he had much of a choice.
He spent two years down in that cell. They provided books for him, thankfully, and he composed music in his more creative moments. It passed by as a blur, after a while. The lights came on, he did things, the lights went off, he slept. He fell back into silence once more, only speaking when necessary.
In early 2009, he was transferred to Moab following a complete memory erase of his time spent with the Company, placed on the Green Level. To make up for his memory loss, he was informed that he had been in a fight with another inmate in a previous facility, and the other had hit him fairly hard in the head. As far as he knew, he had spent the past nearly 9 years in a prison cell. He readily accepted this explanation. Not like he deserved any better, anyhow.
Fights were had, though all picked by other inmates; when he was involved, he fought back, if only to protect himself. Physical fitness, literature, and music became his passion, even if the music he composed could only be played in his head. It was peaceful, and at least he wasn't hunting his own kind any longer. He made a few acquaintances, had a few fights, though mostly he kept to himself, preferring the company of words on the pages of a book to his other inmates.
Then, on the 7th of April, 2009, things changed again. Phoenix made an attack on Moab to free its members who were detained. Griffin, who had been out in the yard reading at the time of the attack, was knocked unconcious by one of the many chaotic blows to the detainment facility, a falling piece of rubble striking him on the head hard enough to knock him out.
When he awoke, he was certainly not in the desolate prison yard of Moab. He wasn't even in Utah— he wasn't even sure if he was alive, waking up in that field, where the air was considerably cooler than Utah. He found civilization, a kind family who took him in, fed him, and gave him clothing. He discovered that it was now the 28th of April, 2009, and that he was in London, Ontario.
After recovering from this bizarre incident and regaining his ability, Griff began to slowly make his way toward Chicago, with a desire to see his son, who was living with his sister last he had heard. He made it there by hitchhiking, and did indeed find his son. He never approached the boy, or went near his sister; neither of them needed to see him. His son looked happy, healthy…and that was all that mattered to Griff.
He watched his son every day for a week, coming on time to watch the child play during recess. He had friends, he played basketball like his father, he seemed to be a bit of a musician…he really was a chip off of the old block. It was so difficult not to go up to the boy, to hold him tight, to introduce himself after 9 years of being absent from the child's life.
But that life was not for him any longer. He didn't deserve that old life. And the last thing he wanted was to bring his son into the life he lived now. It was with great pain that Griffin left his son in Chicago; it was indeed the most difficult thing he ever had to do in his entire life. To protect his son, he had to leave the boy where he was. He couldn't bring his son into the life he lived, nor could he put him in the danger that he, as an escapee from Moab, was constantly in.
Through contact with one R.Ajas, Griffin was brought into the company of a familiar face, one Jesse Murphy, whom he had known briefly during his stay in Moab. After long conversation with Jesse, Griffin decided to join this organization he spoke of, called 'Messiah'. His first mission was to come to New York, to aid Messiah in their efforts around NYC. He has made his way here, ready to help where needed in the efforts against the government…
Griffin is what some would consider to be the strong, silent type. Outwardly, he is usually the one sitting in a corner, silently watching the world pass him by. He is rarely the one to start a conversation, usually not speaking until spoken to first. This is not to say that he is antisocial; he simply prefers to quietly watch people from afar, as opposed to being a social butterfly.
When he does finally begin to interact with others, he almost always proves to be polite, and he speaks in quiet tones. He's very friendly to those who would talk to him, and goes out of his way to show kindness to others when he can.
That does not change the fact that Griffin is a man hardened by his circumstances. He is slow to trust others despite the kindness that he shows to them, and has a difficult time of trusting anyone.
He's kept an eye on the state of the world since he's escaped from Moab, and is rather heavily against the government's reaction to the Evolved. Despite his lack of knowledge of his former ranking as a Company Agent, he has been on the recieving end of the poor reaction to and treatment of the Evolved, as a former prisoner of Moab. His main reasonings behind joining with Messiah is the hope of a world where his son, should he prove to be an Evolved like his dear ol' dad, will not have to face the difficulties and hardships that he has had to face. Just about everything that Griffin does these days is with his son in mind, even if he may never get the opportunity to meet him.
Griffin still carries a deep sense of regret and sadness for the murder of his wife. He is quite aware that it was not entirely his fault, and that it was his ability manifesting itself that had truly killed her. But even so, to this day he still blames himself for what happened to Cindy. He still loves her very dearly, and carries around an old picture of her and young Owain everywhere he goes; at times, he can be seen speaking to it, asking his long-dead wife for advice, or confessing his sins to her portrait.
Inwardly, Griffin's mind is a tulmultuous place. He carries a good sense of self-loathing, and in some ways, he resents his ability, which took everything he had. All the same, he tends to push himself to do good in his own eyes, and the eyes of his deceased wife. Thus far, he hasn't disappointed himself…but he can never quite escape the fact that he really doesn't like himself.
While he prefers to avoid using his ability, he is not afraid to use it. While he has a healthy sense of self loathing, he also has a healthy sense of self preservation. He will not hesitate to do what is necessary to keep himself alive. He typically tries to avoid taking lives, but if he is left with no other choice, he will not think twice (though it only adds to his self loathing).
Griffin is, for all purposes and intents, a Telekinetic. However, it is not quite similar to the 'standard' definition of telekinesis. He does have the ability to influence tangible matter with the intangible mind; however, his takes a different 'form' from most others. His telekinesis manifests, quite literally, as extra "arms", or "Vectors", though these are invisible to the human eye.
These "arms" are very versatile. First off, he is able to summon up to three pairs of arms, or six extra arms made of this telekinetic energy. Each arm has a range of anywhere from 10 - 15 yards, depending on how many of these he summons. With only one pair of arms, he has the longest range; however, the more arms he summons, the less range he has. These arms are quite strong, and with all three summoned, Griff is capable of lifting up to 500 lbs. with this ability; with less arms, his strength is less as well, with each set of arms containing roughly the strength of a healthy human male. However, lifting the maximum amount of weight is quite exhausting, and after a few seconds, his limitations kick in.
These arms serve a myriad of different uses. They can be used lift, throw, or move solid objects (though heavier obviously means he can not throw as far, if at all!). This can easily be turned on people, using those hands to lift a person into the air (with more than one pair of arms). Another rather frightening aspect of this ability is that they can be used like human hands; in extremely rare cases, these can be used to quite literally rip an object (or person) apart (though Griffin tends to avoid this at all costs due to painful memories). They can also be used to strike opponents.
Alternately, these 'arms' are able to perform functions that require a much more fine control, such as cooking, cleaning, typing, or even playing an instrument.
One other use of these extra appendages is the ability to appear as though he is hovering, lifting himself off of the ground, though in fact, it's simply these 'vectors' that are lifting him off of the ground. He can also use his Vectors to climb things that most would not be able to climb. (Think Doctor Octopus, but with invisible telekinetic arms instead of robot arms!) The only reason that Griffin is able to do this is because these 'arms' are quite literally 'attached' to him, unfurling from his back when summoned like the extra arms that they technically are.
When he uses his ability, his eyes change, turning completely whitish-blue, and give off a faint glow in darker lighting. With the more arms he brings out, the more his eyes glow; when all three pairs of arms are summoned, his eyes quite literally shine. This is the only truly visible aspect of his power, aside from the intense effects on his environment that he can create.
In terms of limitations, he can use his ability non-stop for roughly three hours. This time decreases when he uses his ability in more strenuous ways, and each additional pair of arm shaves roughly half an hour off of his time; with one pair, he can last three hours; two pairs, two and a half hours; three pairs, two hours. Additionally, though he can lift up to 500 lbs. with his ability, he becomes fatigued much more quickly.
Overexertion is somewhat hazardous to Griff's health. As he nears his limits, he usually begins getting a headache. If he presses on, the headache quickly turns to bleeding from the nose, eyes, and ears, and eventually ends in unconciousness for 12 to 24 hours; in extreme cases, it is even possible for him to put himself into a coma which can last anywhere from a few days to a week. Once he awakens, he tends to suffer from migraines for anywhere from 3 to 5 days. In this time, use of his ability makes these worse.
These vectors, while composed of telekinetic energy, are unable to pass through solid objects. They are also quite limited to the shape of a human hand, unable to pass through any opening that he could not fit his own hand through. While he can not 'feel' the vectors in the traditional sense, he knows where they are and how to manipulate them, much as one can still use their hands with their eyes closed.
This ability is not always on; Griffin must conciously summon these arms. When they are not summoned, he is quite normal; however, he is able to quickly summon his vectors with a thought.
Appendices
Relationships
The ones who Griffin would give anything for.
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Griffin's son, Owain, his life and his world. Owain was raised by Marjorie until the age of ten, when she died. Griffin, who had revealed his relation to his son only days before to the boy, rescued him after she was killed. He's scared, and it's like being a new father all over again, but he would die before letting any harm befall his son. |
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It has been ten long years since the death of his wife…perhaps it is time to move on…
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Griffin met Nadira on the heels of a rather chaotic Empath attack on Tartarus. He whisked her off to safety before the cops could arrive, and has since opened up to her. He finds her absolutely adorable, and while his heart still aches for his long deceased wife…perhaps new hope rests in this lovely young Egyptian woman. Time has been both kind and unkind to the couple, but they've fought through so far. On January 11, 2011, Griffin proposed to Nadira, and she accepted. There's no plans in the making thus far; for now, Griffin is happy to know that Nadira will one day be his wife. On March 4, 2011, a further discovery was made: Nadira is pregnant with Griffin's second child. |
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Monica is Griffin's 'flirt buddy' from when he was caught in the riots of November 8th, 2010. They helped to pass the time with each other by way of casual flirtations. Griffin owes Monica a dance, though he's certain that he'll step on her toes. Secretly, Griffin is quite attracted to Monica in many ways, though he would never act on this. It will likely stay at sexual tension between the two, and nothing more. |
These are those who have proven themselves to Griffin time and time again…
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Abby has stitched Griffin up more than once when he was injured, and has been nothing but kind to him since the day they met. He has hidden Abby's medical supplies for her on request, for safe keeping. She's also been wonderful for giving Griffin advice. He trusts her, and feels that he owes her greatly. Perhaps Abby will become a lifelong friend. |
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Ash is a comrade from Messiah. After the 8th, Ash disappeared, and Griff is curious as to his whereabouts. Apparently, Ash liked Griffin so much that he left the telekinetic man in charge of his armory, should anything happen. Griffin hopes to find him soon. |
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Griffin met Kaylee on Pollepel Island; she seems like a sweet young lady, and perhaps there is potential for friendship. They do chores together! |
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Richard Cardinal is a bit of a new associate to Griffin. He's quite unsure of the fellow, but from what he's seen, Richard Cardinal seems to be a fairly decent guy, one he would happily work with in the future. |
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Griffin believes Huruma to be a kind-hearted individual at her core, despite the unnerving 'aura' she seems to have. She gave him sheet music and blank sheet music as an incredibally thoughtful gift, and he rather likes her. He is also very well aware that her ability is likely not something to be messed with. |
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A fellow member of not-Messiah and Griffin's employer, he still views her as a trusted friend and comrade, and someone he would possibly trust with his life. |
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The unofficial 'leader' of not-Messiah, Perry is a trusted comrade and a friend. While unaware what Perry's ability is, he is intelligent, and offers advice that Griffin can trust and even count on. |
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Griffin views Peter as a trustworthy fellow, with a heart that rests in the right place. The man is haunted by his past just as Griffin is, that much is obvious. Still, Griffin feels as though he should offer his loyalty to Peter. |
Woe be to those who get on his bad side…
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Griffin has known Luke since back in the days of Moab. Griff was contently reading in the courtyard one day, when Luke came up to pester him. Griff's response was a bit harsh, and it resulted in a fight that ended with both being put in solitary confinement. Since the disappearance of Moab, Griff and Luke have met once; it was not pretty, with Luke walking away with a broken hand and a newfound grudge. |
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What the hell is this guy's problem? Can't he see that Griff is trying to take a second chance and make the best of it? Griffin really isn't too fond of Reynold; the man tend to inspire some of Griffin's more violent urges to break his bones, and painfully. Especially after he threatened his son. Bluff or no, there are just some lines you don't cross. However, this bastard has information, so Griffin can't quite kill him yet. |
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What is with this girl? Griffin had a mission with her, and the minute things got a little chaotic, she freaked out and ran away. She must be a little crazy in the head or something. |
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Griffin and Liz met a while back, at an assassination attempt on Georgia Mayes (intentionally failed). The first and last time they met, Griffin pulled Liz's feet out from under her and gave her a concussion. Since then, Griffin has dreamed about her, and they were apparently on good enough terms that they weren't trying to kill each other. He's not sure what this means, or why he remembers this, but he's quite curious. |
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Cindy Mihangle was Griff's wife. Ten years ago, they were in a fight, and when his ability manifested, he quite literally ripped her to shreds. This is something that he still regrets, even after so long, and he views himself as a monster for killing her. He still loves his wife with all of his heart to this day, and will never truly be able to move on from her, no matter how hard he may try. No other woman will wear her clothes. |
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Griffin never knew the name of this man who he killed while protecting the Ferrymen on November 8th of 2010. He regrets that the man had to die, but realizes that it was the way thing had to happen. It doesn't make him feel any less like a monster for killing Diego. |
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Jesse is the man who brought Griffin into Messiah, and gave him a clear purpose in life when he had none. He was as close a friend to Jesse as circumstances would allow, and looked up to him quite a bit. On Griffin's very first mission for Messiah, Jesse was shot to death by the police right in front of Griffin's eyes, while Griffin was helpless to assist. His death will not be in vain, Griffin will see to that. |
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It is a sad thing that Ling is no longer in this world. Griffin never got to know her very well beyond the missions he went with her on, but considered her a good comrade. |
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Mackenzie Majorie Mihangle was Griffin's little sister. 6 years younger than him, Marjorie (or 'Kenzie as he called her) was always the apple of Griff's eye. Despite ten years apart, his adoration for his little sister only grew over the years. She raised his son in his stead, when he could not look after Owain. On December 8, 2010, Marjorie was killed by a Colonel Heller who was apparently looking for him. Griffin is devastated, and blames himself for his sister's death. If only he had checked her text sooner…if only he hadn't taken the route he took with her. He never got to say he loved her, never got to apologize for transgressions. |
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Rupert Carmichael was a backstabbing persuader. He is now deceased, after Endgame and Messiah worked together to remove him. Good riddance. |
Skills
| Musician/Composer | Having trained and studied extensively at Indiana University School of Music, Griffin is a bit of a musical genius. He is able to play piano, violin, cello, guitar, bass, as well as percussion. He is also a song composer, preferring classical and jazz pieces. |
| Multi-Tasking | Being able to summon up to three pairs of extra 'arms', Griffin has developed an uncanny ability to multi-task. He is able to keep track of many activities at once, and usually can do so quite well. |
| Combat Training | Despite the fact that the Company erased his memories of their work with him, Griffin has muscle memory of his combat training as an Agent. He is far more capable in a fight than even he realizes, and while he certainly couldn't compete with a full Agent of the Company or the Institute in terms of combat skill, he can still fire a gun or get out of situations that he would not expect himself to be able to get out of. |
| Basketball | Despite his knee injury, Griff is still able to play a fairly mean game of basketball. While he can't run so well, he can still shoot a ball into a hoop like a pro, and still offers a decent chalenge to anyone who wants to go up against him on the court. |
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