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PLAYER NAME: Ramen.
PLAYER CONTACT: plurk: socalramen | aim: bubblegumofficer
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CHARACTER NAME: Holland Manners.
CHARACTER SERIES.: Angel the Series.
PERSONALITY

Holland is a man who above all plays by the rules and doesn't make waves. That's not to say he wouldn't or that he won't - but by the time we meet him in series canon all of the defiance is burnt out of him. His reasons remain a mystery beyond "Doing it for the company and doing it for the team" but he genuinely seems to care for the people that he works with and for. He acts as a mentor to Lindsey, he asks and practically begs Angel to save his people when Darla and Drusilla are in the wine cellar.

Holland however is a man of the old world who has seen how humanity really works. He exhibits a contempt for humanity that's masked as acceptance. People will always be bad. They will never ultimately change. He embodies Milton, "It is better to be at the right hand of the devil then in his path". This could be a good man in service to bad causes or a bad man simply trying to convince himself he's doing the right thing. Holland himself isn't talking.

He does however have the acuity to recognize that Lindsey's relationship with Darla and Drusilla isn't healthy. He gently chides the younger man for the company that he keeps and has clearly planned great things for him. The problem of course is that he wants these things to happen one way or another - despite what Lindsey and Lilah might both want themselves.

CLASSIFICATIONS Apart from being a skilled lawyer Holland Manners is baseline human with a somewhat more direct connection to the Senior Partners then his colleagues. He is a mentor to some of the younger attorneys on his special projects team. He is considerably wealthy, a side effect of working with the Devil.

SAMPLE

"The dog bared it's teeth. Froth ran from between it's teeth. It's tail lashed and it raised a paw and dug into the earth. It barked, one large sharp sound that filled the world before it jumped forward.

Demons. The trick was to look them in the eye. Going to work every day was like playing chicken and after awhile, you lost your fear of the act. Even if they killed you it wasn't like you wouldn't come back. Every single employee under his direction and outside of his direction had a get out of death free card. They were even kept on the payroll.

So he held his ground, "I understand that you might be angry with me but there's no reason to be nasty." The dog barked and he held up his hands, "Really this is uncalled for."

When the thing bared it's teeth and lunged he braced himself for death with a calm mind. Not with this. Not here. This is how I'm not supposed to die.

He didn't know how he would die but he had faith at the least that he'd be brought back.

Besides, his desk was warded.

A bead of sweat dripped down his neck and traveled down his back as he folded his hands on the desk and watched the dog slam into an invisible wall, roll to the side and come up as a naked and wild girl baring teeth at him.

"You came to me for help mind you." He pressed his lips together, "Do I have to call security?"

The demon hissed before shaking it's head and sitting. He watched her fold herself into her seat, Why, she's little more then a feral child. He assumed a grandfatherly tone and approached her from behind his desk, "I believe that we can help you. And I'm going to put my best man on it. Hunting and being punished for it. It's not fair."

The girl shook her head and leaned into him. He tangled his hand in her hair with a smile before removing his fingers and pressing the intercom on his desk.

"Doris? Go get me Lindsey?"

He wondered what the boy would think. A child curled up in a chair and Holland Manners smiling. Always smiling. I have faith. That's what the boy needs. A dose of faith and understanding. It will do him wonders to have something to believe in.

He only hoped it could be This firm before his easily swayed morals decided to switch sides. The boy had great potential, for both sides. His job was to turn him to theirs. The best way to do that. Gentle force.

An invisible ward of the mind.

He watched Lindsey enter and tug on his suit sleeves picturing that same dog leaping for the fence and falling back.

"Lindsey." He smiled, "Have a seat. I need your help."

He rolled back and recoiled and Lindsey McDonald sat like a good boy and listened to his mentor's teachings.