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Name: Norman Jayden, FBI

Year: 2011

Age: 34

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Brief Bio: One of the four main characters of Heavy Rain, he is working with the Philadelphia police department to track down the Origami Killer and save Ethan Mars' son, Shaun Mars, from being drowned in rainwater. He doesn't get along with the others at the police department, and as a result often tries to take action by himself. Jayden also suffers from addictions to his ARI (added reality interface) glasses and a drug called Triptocaine, which frequently cause crippling withdrawals. Trying to resist the drug is a constant struggle for him.

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[The NCR had sent Norman to the Vault because the area was surrounded by Fiends, and he was damn good at blending among the various "criminal" groups around the Mojave. No way an ordinary NCR trooper would be able to get inside without being attacked. And according to their intelligence, exactly what was inside was of such great importance that they couldn't possibly wait to go after it just in case Caesar's Legion got wind of it and acted first. Norman was searching for a box of special bottles that appeared to be beer or vodka bottles, but were actually filled with a chemical that, when introduced into a water supply, could spread a deadly bacteria that would wipe out anyone who drank the contaminated water for at least a month.

Unfortunately, finding the bottles was turning out to be far more difficult that Norman had anticipated. He'd gotten into the Vault in the first place by wearing old, torn and dirty clothes that could pass as those a typical raider or Fiend might wear. He'd even bought a few chems from them to help gain their trust (and to use them later, though he planned to tell the NCR that he'd disposed of them instead). The Vault seemed to be empty of Fiends, luckily, but he wasn't too optimistic that he wouldn't eventually run into ghouls or worse.

10mm pistol in hand, Norman opens the door to the Vault infirmary, hoping he might have some more luck locating the bottles in there.]

[The killer was dead.

Norman had watched him fall after nearly swapping fates, a gruesome end for a truly deranged man. The following days found him swamped with attention, from media to the local cops and his fellow FBI agents, his head was swimming every time he had a moment alone. It was really a blessing when he was granted a few days off both to recover from his injuries and as a 'congratulations' for quickly solving a case that had become serious national news.

For the first time in awhile, as Norman lay on his DC apartment bed surrounded by a rare quiet, he felt pretty damn good about himself.

That was, until he took his next hit of Tripto.

He tried to get rid of the stuff, he really did. Flushed it down the toilet, hid it around the apartment, threw it out the window (not one of his better ideas), but somehow he always ended up with another vial in hand shortly after. Norman knew that the drug wasn't the sole problem too, maybe not even the most serious, but he couldn't part with ARI. He needed it for his job- how else would he have found Shaun in time?

Bleeding eyes haunted his dreams, more so since he knew such a thing could happen in reality again if he wasn't careful. As it turned out, all that time alone with his thoughts wasn't as nice as he'd hoped, and as such it was actually a relief when he returned to work. Norman knew that working for the FBI wasn't all glamorous; in fact, sitting behind a desk doing paperwork was more common for his job as a profiler than it was for most. He was well aware that he'd have to return to Philadelphia in order to officially close the case, as much as he loathed the thought of having to interact with Blake again. Maybe they wouldn't have to see each other, if he was lucky.

A few days later he found himself back in the precinct, only to be greeted by cheers, hugs and hearty pats on the back. Unexpected as this much praise was, Norman couldn't help but smile and make a couple silly quips to those who congratulated him. The first night there a big group of them went out to a local bar, apparently it had already been rented out for them that day, and brought the agent along to buy him drinks and continue lavishing him with praise. It seemed that they all wanted to be his friend now, something that admittedly felt pretty good for awhile but quickly became tiring. When the officers who had been chatting with him became distracted, Norman took his drink and retreated to a darker corner of the bar for a little break from the spotlight.]

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