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« Gavin Reed ».

« Gavin Reed is a detective in the Detroit Police Department. Ambitious and unapologetically arrogant. He has garnered the hatred of his colleagues in record time. Ruthlessly ambitious, Reed will do anything to advance his career, even if it means treading on other peoples’ toes. »

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8 Facts about my Muse

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1) Despite his success Gavin is seen as the disappointment in his family, but that wasn't always the case. As a kid, he was always the louder, more active, and more driven compared to his half brother Elijah, who preferred to read and tinker with robotics kits. This really started to change in high school when Elijah began winning awards and turning heads in the academic world. Gavin was never the favorite, but once Elijah became the 'prodigy', Gav was effectively dubbed the screw up.

2) Gavin's father, Garett, is former military and was very strict with his children as they were growing up. Garett was emotionally abusive and very demanding. He was less so with Elijah became Elijah's mother was very involved with her son. Gavin's mother died when he was very young, so he had no one else. Anyone who tries to talk down to him or pull the authority card instantly sets him off, because he's reminded of his father. Ironically, now that Garrett is older he's in hospice care, and Gavin is the one who's left to deal with him more often than not.

3) When Gavin was 16 he got his girlfriend at the time pregnant, which culminated in him dropping out of school at the time.

4) He didn't become a cop to help people, even though that is something about his job that he takes pride in. His father personally pulled a lot of strings to get him into a police academy out of state, and since his life was spiraling out of control, Gavin took it since any direction was better than none at all. Police work is the only work he's ever done as an adult.

5) Gavin is bisexual, but is still in the closet. His father is horribly homophobic and reacted very, very badly upon discovering Gavin's sexuality when he was a teenager. As a result Gavin still denies that part of his identity, though he's very much aware of it.

6) Vigil would have passed his exam to become a police dog, but Gavin intentionally sabotaged the result because it would have meant Vigil would have been assigned to another officer. Gavin couldn't let go.

7) My headcanon for his nose scar is that it's from a bar fight that he won, and is still very proud of to this day. He also has a middle name; David. These headcanons come from/are inspired by things his mocap/voice actor has said and the fanfilm Detroit: Evolution.

8) Gavin's colleagues and officers from other precincts in Detroit call him the Bulldog, after how adamantly he is about propper crime scene protocol and how doggedly he works his cases. He's aware of it, but not fond of it. (Also because his motion capture actor said he modeled Gavin's personality after a bulldog)

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        ANGER   WAS   :                                      BETTER   THAN   TEARS                                     BETTER   THAN   GRIEF                                     BETTER   THAN   GUILT

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Beth Revis, A Million Suns

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Police aesthetic

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There are two neatly wrapped gifts sitting atop the kitchen counter, right next to a freshly brewed cup of coffee, both unlabeled-- but the holly-jolly pug print adorning the smaller of the two parcels suggests that that one is for Vigil.

He picks up the coffee first. In fact it may even seem like he misses the gifts entirely, because he's immediately distracted by something on his phone, but no, he sees them. Once the caffeine starts hitting his system Gavin looks them over, picking up the one no doubt intended for Vigil.

"...well, do you wanna give it to 'em?" He nods in Stripes direction. When was the last time someone had gotten him a Christmas present?

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Ask my muse three questions, and they will have to answer one truthfully

The other two they can answer…but they are not obligated to answer with the truth

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the gavster

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                       sorry, sweetheart,

                                          I never learned the word surrender.

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🧨

He really didn’t intend to cause a quarter-wide blackout. The Wifi was on the fritz again and, well, some androids have been known to possess the ability to interface with common household devices and resolve—or at the very least uncover whatever issue may be impeding it’s functionality without any third-party interference. Quick and cost-effective.

Whatever Stripes did did definitely not resolve the issue. Instead, it appears to have made it approximately ten thousand times worse.

“Gavin…”

The android calls out in that sheepish voice that always indicates that something hasn’t gone quite as planned.

“I think i broke the uh—”

He glances out the window, into the all encompassing darkness, not a light to be spotted as far as the eye can see.

“—the street…”

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One moment everything is fine, and the next he’s seeing the jerky, unsteady silhouette of an android just appear out of thin air, much too close for comfort. It’s a scene like something out of a horror movie, and Gavin recoils accordingly. He may never admit to it, but he’s all to happy to let Stripes intervene. Vigil starts to bark loudly at the figure, just as uncomfortable as his master.

“The hell did it come from?” Gavin cranes his neck to try and get a glimpse outside, but everything is still pitch black. Why hadn’t he grabbed a flashlight? Or even his gun? Stupid. Gavin squints, turning to look at Stripes more closely. There’s suspicion in his eyes now, though it’s not exactly accusatory.

He’s been saying ‘coincidence’, because that was the first thing to come to mind, but how much truth was there to that? Scared shitless into being fully alert now, Gavin realizes with a sinking feeling that it’s Stripes- there are no coincidences.

“What’s it want?” He reaches to grab Vigil’s collar again, this time to calm him. When his hand brushes fur standing on end he notices the dog is trembling. Not a reassuring sign.

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The woman looks frantic–not neccesserily frightened or angry but rather, desperate. Desperate for…something, but what exactly is hard to say. Her dainty hands press flatly against the glass panes separating her from their miniscule household, tapping in quick and relentless succession. Stripes catches sight of a curious glint in the darkness behind her, several of them, bobbing up and down off in the distance, gradually drawing closer until it becomes apparent that it’s the gleaming optical units of even more androids.

And they flock to the house like vultures to a carcass–tapping. Tapping, tapping, tapping like a thousand falling hail-stones colliding with the windows and walls in perfect unison.

“…It’s morse.”

Stripes suddenly realizes.

Short pause, tap, long pause, tap, short pause, tap.

“R”

Short pause, tap, long pause, tap.

“A”

A series of four taps seperated by long pauses, punctuated with a single short pause and a tap.

“9.”

He looks at Gavin.

“RA9. What does that mean?”

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Gavin feels his mouth go dry.

"It means they're all fucking crazy."

Deviants, at least a dozen or so, and those are just the ones he can see. He can hear more of them.

Gavin tears off down the hall, knocking over a lamp in his path. His firearm is still on his bedside table. He grabs it, flicking the safety off and charging back into the living room.

This is it. This is why he's hated these things so goddamn much. How many books had he read, movies he's seen, hell even video games he's played that pointed to this inevitable conclusion? Broken, homicidal machines killing people in their homes. His jaw tightens, and he takes aim at the first silhouette outside the window.

"Come here, get away from the window."

He should shoot. It's obviously deviant, it's on his property, and it's threatening him. He's within his rights. But he doesn't. Not yet.

Vigil is shaking. The dog can likely sense that they're surrounded as well, picking up on Gavin's unease. His snarling gets louder, body low to the ground.

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