Eric Kingston

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<label>Location</label> <label>Teams</label> <label>Previous Team(s)</label> <label>Base of Operations</label></group> <group><header>First Appearance</header> <label>Worm Debut</label> <label>Ward Debut</label></group> </infobox> Eric Kingston is a non-powered person working for the Wardens under Cinereal.

Personality

Seems to think that professionalism beats out manners. <ref name=7.6c>I glanced at him. In the process, I caught him sizing me up. Bandaged hand, scarred hand with a wavy burn along the back, traveling across my chest for a half-second too long, back up to face.

No trace of embarrassment or shame. It was so hard to put my finger on just why I held it against him when Byron had done something similar on our first meeting, but he’d glanced away. I wasn’t sure there was a strict set of rules for judging that kind of thing, only gut feeling and instinct.

And my instincts were bad. I frowned a bit. He smiled to match the frown in intensity.
[...]
“The way you talked to your sister. A lot of history?”

“The Wardens know that part,” I said. Out of curiosity, I looked for and spotted the sticker I’d been looking at during harder conversation earlier. “If they could talk to Dot alone and keep the conversation friendly, I think she’d admit to a lot of Amy’s crimes and wrongdoing, if only because she doesn’t think of them as crimes. That’s basically it.”

“You immediately think of crimes and wrongdoing?”

I gave him a look. Meeting his eyes again, I saw him studying me. Looking at my neck, up to my face- but not in the sense that he was making eye contact. Not for a half-second there. He saw my eyes and locked eye contact again. Unflinching, unblinking, unabashed.

Like a dominance thing. Like he was trying to convey with gaze and eye contact that he wasn’t ashamed and he was proud to be looking at me or some shit.

Definitely no fucking benefit of a doubt, now. This wasn’t the fucking venue or time.
[...]
- Excerpt from Sundown 17.6</ref> 

Still things do get to him.

Relationships

Cinereal

Was able to keep up with her demanding schedule.

Victoria

Eric made a very bad impression on her, resulting in her thinking of him as a total asshole.

Appearance

Eric is described as good looking, but not in the traditional sense. He has a large nose, with signs that it may have been broken at some point in the past. He has tan skin and brown hair with blonde highlights.<ref name=7.6b>‘Eric’ was a suit, roughly my age, jacket already removed and sitting on one of the nearby chairs. Good looking, in the way that the features that weren’t classically good looking added rather than distracted. In his case, it was a pronounced roman nose that was maybe one half-size too big, with a flat bit across the bridge suggesting it had been broken once and never set right. Tan skin, brown hair with blond highlights, a light purple dress shirt, black tie with a pin, black slacks, and nice black wingtips with a bit of scuffing at the toe, like he’d kicked something or nudged a dirty door open with his foot at one point. - Excerpt from Sundown 17.6</ref>

Abilities

Described as being able to make accurate intuitive leaps.

He is observant.<ref>I nodded at the screen.

YOU TOO, HUH?

Again, I nodded a bit.

“What’s up?” Eric asked.

“Golem and Precipice make a nice pairing.”

“Huh.”

He didn’t ask more questions, didn’t elaborate. - Excerpt from Sundown 17.7</ref> Passable public speaker.<ref name="II20.b">Last 20.b</ref>

History

Gold Morning

Lived through it when half of humanity on Gimel didn't.

Post-Gold Morning

Sometime in September Eric was recruited from college by Cinereal to work under her.<ref>“What’s your background, Eric?” I asked. “You’re working under Cinereal?”

“Kind of. Yeah. I have been for a month.”

“Corporate before that?”

Again, that amused look. “I’m curious why you think that.”

“Because a lot of the other options tend to take a firmer stance on things.”

“Not corporate.” More amused.

“Not PRT,” I suggested.

“No. Just a student. I work here days, spend nights studying at Nilles. I have to confess I only get a couple of hours a week where I’m not tied up, to go on dates, or do shopping that isn’t stopping in at the corner store.”

So you’re one of the people who took my spot at the University, I mused. - Excerpt from Sundown 17.6</ref>

The Second Shin Crisis

Eric was assigned to interview Victoria Dallon by Cinereal.<ref name=7.6a>“Pulling together a meeting with everyone in one place seems difficult,” Cinereal said. “Eric!”

Death and rebirth were on my mind so much that I felt a sudden emotional twinge at the notion that it might be my kid cousin. A bit of pain at the realization it wasn’t. - Excerpt from Sundown 17.6</ref> He got on her bad side with his compliant attitude and disparaging comments.

The Ice Breaks

Eric was one of the Wardens tasked with informing the City's refugees of their part in the final stages of the plan to counter Titan Fortuna. He visited the camp, where Presley' family and John Druck resided.<ref name="II20.b">Last 20.b</ref>

Trivia

• Eric shares his first name with Shielder.

References

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