<div align="center">WIP</div><br/><strong>NAME:</strong>Gavin Dunwall<br/><br/><strong>ALIAS</strong>: The Navigator<br/><br/><strong>PLAYER:</strong>Major Major<br/><br/><strong>AGE:</strong>24 (biologically)<br/><br/><strong>GENDER</strong>: Male<br/><br/><strong>ORIGIN:</strong>For most of his life, Gavin Dunwall was a normal young man, with nothing much to note about him that was out of the ordinary, and that is still mostly true, aside from one thing. He is over 100 years old.<br/><br/>Born in 1919, Gavin joined the RAF on the outbreak of WWII, and was posted to Bomber Command as a Navigator. On the night of September 15th 1943, his Lancaster bomber "P-Popsie", was one of hundreds flying home from one of "Bomber" Harris' "Thousand Bomber" raids into the heartland of Germany, when a Hun nightfighter got into the formation and shot up "P-Popsie". Flames streaking from one engine, "P-Popsie" dropped out of the formation and the crew bailed out one by one, with Gavin being the last to go from the stricken Lancaster. But then his parachute failed to open properly, and he was knocked out cold when he landed hard in the North Sea, and dragged into the depths by his sodden parachute....<br/><br/>But unlike for so many others, that was not the end of the story for Flight Lieutenant Gavin Dunwall, as something amazing happened. The Shadow of Death that had loomed over him that night turned away, and he drifted hither and yon on the currents of the frigid North Sea for years, remaining unspoiled by the ravages of time, until a year or so ago, when he at last returned home, waking up from his long slumber on the beach in the small Norfolk town of Cromer, a changed man....<br/><br/><strong>PARENTS AND RELATIVES OF NOTE:</strong>He had a younger sister that was attending a boarding school; if he has family from her side of the tree, he knows not.<br/><br/><strong>POWERS:</strong>"Personal Time Distortion" - In the words of the man himself, "It's not something I can explain in a quick, easy soundbite. I'll try and explain though; it's sort of like, I speed myself up, and to me it looks as though it's going in really slow motion. I can see the wings of a humming bird going up and down when I'm using my powers, for example."<br/><br/><strong>WEAKNESSES:</strong>Is an ordinary mortal man, with all the frailties and foibles that implies. Is untrained in hand-to-hand combat. Can only use his abilities for about 45 seconds at a time.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><em>The Appearance</em></span><br/>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/eb/RAF_Navigator_WWII.png)<br/><br/><strong>EYE COLOR:</strong>Brown<br/><br/><strong>HAIR COLOR:</strong>Dark Brown<br/><br/><strong>HEIGHT:</strong>Five foot seven<br/><br/><strong>WEIGHT:</strong>Average<br/><br/><strong>BODY TYPE:</strong>Broad-shouldered and in excellent physical condition<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><em>Beyond the Image</em></span><br/><br/><strong>LIKES:</strong>Darts, Swing music, playing the trumpet, the band Sabaton, crosswords, women.<br/><br/><strong>DISLIKES:</strong>Politians in general and the BDP in particular, Sudoku puzzles, spicy foods.<br/><br/><strong>TALENTS:</strong>Map-reading, driving motor vehicles, competant shot with a pistol<br/><br/><strong>CHARACTER TRAITS:</strong>Softly spoken and with an air of quiet competance to him; generally a pleasant fellow, though occassionally prone to unintentional foot-in-mouth, due to an outmoded 1940's mindset.<br/><br/><strong>UNION RELATIONS:</strong>He hasn't gotten to know the others all that well yet; he's confused by The Governess ("A Mechanical Woman? When did I step into a Jules Verne novel?"), and when he was introduced to her, he was more than a little terrified of Jacqueline ("Back, Back, I say, unholy creature!" *Holds up cross*). That being said, he's calmed down a lot since then, and now has a reasonably good working relationship with them, especially now he's bought a silk scarf to wear around his neck.