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Description
An "original" character I created for my Futurama fan fiction series based on Vampire Rain.

Name: Colonel Robert Fitzpatrick
Age: 57
DOB: March 18, 2963
Species: Human
Homeworld: Earth
Location: New New York
Profession: Colonel, EIB (Earthican Information Bureau)
Relatives: Nancy (wife), Holly (daughter) — both killed
History: Steadily worked his way up the ranks of the army elite after graduating from West Point. Remained longer in the front lines as a soldier than as a bureaucrat, and even served as the head of the Special Forces for a period of time. Many of the soldiers who served under him during that period are now members of the EIB Anti-Nightwalker Mission Team. His personality changed after he lost his family to the Nightwalkers.
Characteristics: Once shockingly passive toward the Nightwalker threat, he turned dispassionate and cold after he lost his family to the Nightwalkers. Now, he will stop at nothing to wipe out the Nightwalkers.

The pose with his fist in the air is actually a scene from a fanfic which I never finished. Here is that scene in context.

Nicholas (Fitzpatrick's aide) watched as the colonel turned his back to him and observed the office workers in the room adjacent to his through a glass wall and a set of vertical blinds on his side. A few were walking around; most were sitting observing the monitors. They were mostly humans, but there were a few alien species among them.
"The people believe that the EIB represents the eyes and ears of the government," Fitzpatrick said in an ominous tone. "Even President Nixon believes that we're our world's watchdog."
He uttered a vengeful snicker. "Well, guess what?" he asked, his tone menacing, almost triumphant, as though he could foresee his own victory. "The watchdog just grew a set of teeth! And now it's time to bite back!"
Nicholas swallowed in fear. In what struck him as a disturbingly symbolic display, he saw that Fitzpatrick's right hand was raised and clenched into a fist so tight it was impenetrable, appearing as though he was brutally crushing a tiny nightwalker visible only to himself to death between his fingers... just as the giantess in his drawing had done.

Description
An "original" character I created for my Futurama fan fiction series based on Vampire Rain.

Name: Colonel Robert Fitzpatrick
Age: 57
DOB: March 18, 2963
Species: Human
Homeworld: Earth
Location: New New York
Profession: Colonel, EIB (Earthican Information Bureau)
Relatives: Nancy (wife), Holly (daughter) — both killed
History: Steadily worked his way up the ranks of the army elite after graduating from West Point. Remained longer in the front lines as a soldier than as a bureaucrat, and even served as the head of the Special Forces for a period of time. Many of the soldiers who served under him during that period are now members of the EIB Anti-Nightwalker Mission Team. His personality changed after he lost his family to the Nightwalkers.
Characteristics: Once shockingly passive toward the Nightwalker threat, he turned dispassionate and cold after he lost his family to the Nightwalkers. Now, he will stop at nothing to wipe out the Nightwalkers.

The pose with his fist in the air is actually a scene from a fanfic which I never finished. Here is that scene in context.

Nicholas (Fitzpatrick's aide) watched as the colonel turned his back to him and observed the office workers in the room adjacent to his through a glass wall and a set of vertical blinds on his side. A few were walking around; most were sitting observing the monitors. They were mostly humans, but there were a few alien species among them.
"The people believe that the EIB represents the eyes and ears of the government," Fitzpatrick said in an ominous tone. "Even President Nixon believes that we're our world's watchdog."
He uttered a vengeful snicker. "Well, guess what?" he asked, his tone menacing, almost triumphant, as though he could foresee his own victory. "The watchdog just grew a set of teeth! And now it's time to bite back!"
Nicholas swallowed in fear. In what struck him as a disturbingly symbolic display, he saw that Fitzpatrick's right hand was raised and clenched into a fist so tight it was impenetrable, appearing as though he was brutally crushing a tiny nightwalker visible only to himself to death between his fingers... just as the giantess in his drawing had done.