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Ace is in his early 20s and makes his way as a bartender at a few of the various clubs and restaurants in Los Angeles, "The Long Hand" off Sunset being the latest. He chose this profession due to a few factors:

1) The Women; his roughneck appearance and playfully cocky banter doesn't make it difficult for him to get what he wants, and the more traffic, the more targets he can hit.

2) The Scene; he gets to commingle with all the classes, from the jankiest punks at the Whiskey to the Beautiful Coke-Heads at Les Deux. Regardless of who they are, he has a way of being accepted and beloved by all those around him. Maybe its because he's funny...maybe its because they want to use him...as long as they buy him drinks and fill up the tip jar, he'll play along.

3) The Ease; juggling bottles, keeping track of orders, slicing limes, twisting orange peels, staying neat, and always being quick to deliver feel about as stressful and arduous as fluffing his pillow at night. When he works a bar, HE works the bar. Anyone else would simply get in the way.

Ace was raised by his mother for the first 15 years of his life before she was taken to a care center after beginning to suffer severe short term memory loss. She could not remember anything after here husband disappeared on Ace's 13th birthday. Ace would cope with his mother's ailment and his father's abandonment by turning to alcohol and petty crime, moving from foster home to foster home. Instead of going to school, Ace simply learned through experience and would one day count that he had held as many as 44 professions before he had turned 20.

One day, when he was leaving his tenure at the Viper Room a man approached him. It was his father. Taken aback by this confrontation, Ace felt and inner rage and fear he had never experienced before. His father was afraid, on the run, and had come to his son in search for help. His father stopped talking, stopped moving, stopped breating and so did the world around the two. For a few brief moment Ace'd saw the world around him frozen but before Ace could reply or even try to process what he had just learned everything turned black.

He awoke in what he could make out to be some sort of Hangar. It was filled with clock and watch pieces, calenders, sundials and, more than any other object, hour glasses. Strapped to a chair, all Ace could do was stare at these pieces of time, just stare. For what felt like days, Ace watched the sands of time fell endlessly, the short hand barely moved, and the sundials remained stagnant due the enclosed environment.

Movement. Ace looks right and he see's the silhouette of a slender figure. Not sure who this is, or what its intentions are, but a fear begins to take him over again. The figure approaches, and with every footstep towards Ace, time begins to slow again as the rage within Ace mounts and his vision grows blurry. The tiny stones of sand within the dials individually crash and bounce for a moment, one after another, and then, its still. Ace's sight keens and the world is at a still once again, but this time a knife is at his neck and grasping its handle is.....

...you can take it from there :-)
Just know that, as a result, Ace now has an inconsistent control of time, mainly an ability to slow it down.