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Name: Serena Fatima Lugassi
Age: 31
Gender: Female
Appearance: Dark haired, fairly tall. Fit and athletic. Fairly attractive.
Demeanor: Bon Vivant, Wild Card
Education: West Point (USMA)
Foreign Languages: English and Arabic bi-lingual, (Arabic, Kurdish, some Armenian)
Agency/Affiliation: CIA
Rank: USN Lieutenant, USDoD O-3 (NATO code OF-2)
Likes: Black coffee, cigarettes. Gun oil and loud music. Whiskey. Fast cars and motorcycles, shitty men and abusive relationships. Cheap ethnic food and B-Rated grindhouse type films. Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, "Juicy Fruit" chewing gum and "Capri Suns".
Dislikes: People who talk too much and the smell of Brasso. Pension checks, recreational therapy. Yoga, pumpkin spice, or anything gluten-free. Shitty men and abusive relationships (yes I know, its complicated..)
Age: 31
Gender: Female
Appearance: Dark haired, fairly tall. Fit and athletic. Fairly attractive.
Demeanor: Bon Vivant, Wild Card
Education: West Point (USMA)
Foreign Languages: English and Arabic bi-lingual, (Arabic, Kurdish, some Armenian)
Agency/Affiliation: CIA
Rank: USN Lieutenant, USDoD O-3 (NATO code OF-2)
Likes: Black coffee, cigarettes. Gun oil and loud music. Whiskey. Fast cars and motorcycles, shitty men and abusive relationships. Cheap ethnic food and B-Rated grindhouse type films. Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, "Juicy Fruit" chewing gum and "Capri Suns".
Dislikes: People who talk too much and the smell of Brasso. Pension checks, recreational therapy. Yoga, pumpkin spice, or anything gluten-free. Shitty men and abusive relationships (yes I know, its complicated..)
United States Navy Lieutenant(R) (Honorably discharged due to injuries, Syria 2017)
Operation Inherent Resolve (OIR) Syria, Libya
Timber Sycamore
Battle of Raqqa (2017)
Notable Merits/Medals:
Inherent Resolve (2014-2016)
Bronze Star (2017)
Purple Heart (2017)
Operation Inherent Resolve (OIR) Syria, Libya
Timber Sycamore
Battle of Raqqa (2017)
Notable Merits/Medals:
Inherent Resolve (2014-2016)
Bronze Star (2017)
Purple Heart (2017)
Gifted: Criminology, Field Medic/First Aid (Navy Corpsman)
Adept: Marksmanship-Long guns, Awareness, Persuade
Average: Marksmanship-Handguns, Hand-to-hand, Crafting
Novice: SERE (Survival, Evasion, Resistance and Escape), Forensics, Engine Mechanics, Psychology
Adept: Marksmanship-Long guns, Awareness, Persuade
Average: Marksmanship-Handguns, Hand-to-hand, Crafting
Novice: SERE (Survival, Evasion, Resistance and Escape), Forensics, Engine Mechanics, Psychology
Sarcastic, witty, and generally a glowing joy.. at least that was Serena prior to receiving her injury in Syria. Serena is still sarcastic and witty, but she is a bit more cynical. She is seasoned and strong willed, with a cat's curiosity and just a touch of wisdom from her years. She has lost a lot and often struggles with bouts of excessive guilt, the dirty fingerprints left from traumatic experiences in the field. She is a bit of a lush and likes to "have a good time", perhaps a bit more than is healthy. She has a head built and governed by logic, an equal skeptic for both organized religion and the paranormal.
Serena is a chain-smoker, and heavy coffee drinker, alcoholic. She tends to steer clear of coffee shops and hipster kids finding them to be repulsive, and she is easily annoyed. Perturbed by the mundane and remedial, she often loses focus due to boredom or a lack of sufficient stimuli to keep her adequately occupied. Serena is very independent and in no way tries to leverage her injury, and is highly self sufficient.
She seems to prefer short flings and one night stands over the long winded false adorations and pretenses of a sustainable relationship. She has terrible taste in men, and her decision-making skills in this area of life are less than desirable. Two abortions, one of which occurred when she was 17 that the family still doesn't talk about, and the other more recently only several months ago.
She is a blunt speaker, and more often than not, frank enough to clear a table in remarkable timing. She spends half of her time eating shitty Vietnamese takeout and binge-watching television series on Amazon prime, and the other half in Kickboxing gyms and cheap Brazilian jiu-jitsu classes, but mainly just to keep a taut belly and maintain the shape of her ass. Serena also sees a shrink. A Julia Brown, appointed by the CIA and comes highly recommended for dealing with soldiers who have PTSD whom she talks with on a biweekly basis who also keeps tabs on her and her affinity for hydrocodone medication and alcoholism. Doc can sometimes manage to get her to squeal a bit about her nightmares and some things she had seen in Syria, how often she was having them and that sort of thing. She's been pushing Serena to try some hypnotherapy, but she has been more than reluctant for fear of what might come out in regressions. She also firmly denies having PTSD even though she is well aware that she suffers from it, or at least to some extent. The night terrors, insomnia, depression, guilt. Lots and lots of guilt. She probably wanted to be a corpsman because of her looming guilt from killing a fetus when she was 17, life for life, some real life penance type shit..
She has a small townhome in the Brooklyn area. It is rather bare and she lacks in the decorative department, A good thing really because she has grown a bit untidy in the past year or so. Her refrigerator is also mostly barren, save for an ever-present large jar of pickle spears, mayonnaise, and sixer or twelve pack of domestic beer, and the occasional pack of eggs and no less than two or three takeout containers that she will never eat. Freezer is mostly TV dinners, lots of Marie Calendar's and Bob Evan's, freezer burnt bags of broccoli and tin foil packs of hamburger meat marked with only the best intentions. Usually a half gallon of whiskey in the cabinets, along with saltines and several boxes of Hamburger Helper and a few cans of tuna. She also just started making payments on a black 2018 Dodge Charger with two fat red racing stripes. Figured she'd learn to work on it some, kind of like a side project. She hasn't done much with it yet, and probably wont be messing with it any time soon, but she did buy the extensive owner's manual holding down her cocktail table along with a few spent beer bottles. She does choose to smoke outside however, possibly the only sign of decency she has left. She's dependent on alcohol and pain killers, which is definitely not helping her self esteem, or pumping any growth into her social life save for one night stands and there's only one friend whom she see's regularly, and that's because she's probably the only one who is shit-baggy enough to put up with her shit.. The CIA is her last attempt at a normal structured life that will give her any amount of dignity. She's been taking an interest in criminology and the CIA has endorsed her endeavors. Serena has been making great progress and showing a certain prowess in both criminology, as well as psychology, and seems to enjoy both subjects so the learning curve is going well. It usually goes this way for the ones who've taken to self medication.. friends in low places.
When she isn't being a total recluse in front of the TV or at the local kickboxing gym she can usually be found with her friend Cindy Grimes, taking full advantage of low effort night life bliss, usually some dive bar shithole dotting a street corner, with cheap drinks, and even cheaper women. Guess it made them both feel better about their selves in some form or other. They both seemed to suffer from the same social afflictions in the relationship department, so you know what they say, "birds of a feather"..
Serena is a chain-smoker, and heavy coffee drinker, alcoholic. She tends to steer clear of coffee shops and hipster kids finding them to be repulsive, and she is easily annoyed. Perturbed by the mundane and remedial, she often loses focus due to boredom or a lack of sufficient stimuli to keep her adequately occupied. Serena is very independent and in no way tries to leverage her injury, and is highly self sufficient.
She seems to prefer short flings and one night stands over the long winded false adorations and pretenses of a sustainable relationship. She has terrible taste in men, and her decision-making skills in this area of life are less than desirable. Two abortions, one of which occurred when she was 17 that the family still doesn't talk about, and the other more recently only several months ago.
She is a blunt speaker, and more often than not, frank enough to clear a table in remarkable timing. She spends half of her time eating shitty Vietnamese takeout and binge-watching television series on Amazon prime, and the other half in Kickboxing gyms and cheap Brazilian jiu-jitsu classes, but mainly just to keep a taut belly and maintain the shape of her ass. Serena also sees a shrink. A Julia Brown, appointed by the CIA and comes highly recommended for dealing with soldiers who have PTSD whom she talks with on a biweekly basis who also keeps tabs on her and her affinity for hydrocodone medication and alcoholism. Doc can sometimes manage to get her to squeal a bit about her nightmares and some things she had seen in Syria, how often she was having them and that sort of thing. She's been pushing Serena to try some hypnotherapy, but she has been more than reluctant for fear of what might come out in regressions. She also firmly denies having PTSD even though she is well aware that she suffers from it, or at least to some extent. The night terrors, insomnia, depression, guilt. Lots and lots of guilt. She probably wanted to be a corpsman because of her looming guilt from killing a fetus when she was 17, life for life, some real life penance type shit..
She has a small townhome in the Brooklyn area. It is rather bare and she lacks in the decorative department, A good thing really because she has grown a bit untidy in the past year or so. Her refrigerator is also mostly barren, save for an ever-present large jar of pickle spears, mayonnaise, and sixer or twelve pack of domestic beer, and the occasional pack of eggs and no less than two or three takeout containers that she will never eat. Freezer is mostly TV dinners, lots of Marie Calendar's and Bob Evan's, freezer burnt bags of broccoli and tin foil packs of hamburger meat marked with only the best intentions. Usually a half gallon of whiskey in the cabinets, along with saltines and several boxes of Hamburger Helper and a few cans of tuna. She also just started making payments on a black 2018 Dodge Charger with two fat red racing stripes. Figured she'd learn to work on it some, kind of like a side project. She hasn't done much with it yet, and probably wont be messing with it any time soon, but she did buy the extensive owner's manual holding down her cocktail table along with a few spent beer bottles. She does choose to smoke outside however, possibly the only sign of decency she has left. She's dependent on alcohol and pain killers, which is definitely not helping her self esteem, or pumping any growth into her social life save for one night stands and there's only one friend whom she see's regularly, and that's because she's probably the only one who is shit-baggy enough to put up with her shit.. The CIA is her last attempt at a normal structured life that will give her any amount of dignity. She's been taking an interest in criminology and the CIA has endorsed her endeavors. Serena has been making great progress and showing a certain prowess in both criminology, as well as psychology, and seems to enjoy both subjects so the learning curve is going well. It usually goes this way for the ones who've taken to self medication.. friends in low places.
When she isn't being a total recluse in front of the TV or at the local kickboxing gym she can usually be found with her friend Cindy Grimes, taking full advantage of low effort night life bliss, usually some dive bar shithole dotting a street corner, with cheap drinks, and even cheaper women. Guess it made them both feel better about their selves in some form or other. They both seemed to suffer from the same social afflictions in the relationship department, so you know what they say, "birds of a feather"..
Serena's parents (Joseph and Doreen Lugassi) both still live in a quaint suburb in upstate New York. Her father was a Syrian immigrant who came to the US in the mid seventies, picking up trade work as a jeweler, and went on to own his own store by the mid eighties. He soon married to an attractive American girl from the Bronx. No other immediate family to speak of in America, or Syria.
She doesn't have a lot in the way of friends, and her relationships are sporadic, and are usually tragically detrimental. She keeps in contact with maybe 25 of people from West Point, but usually only by social media and that's about it. Some of them are still Army SF, two retired seals ( one of which now builds those unsinkable rescue pods for tanker ships). Two guys who grew up to be extremely liberal (which is unbelievably loathing to the rest of them), several Iranian princes and two guys from Iraq who are now disgustingly rich, and she hates every time they post a picture before getting on a private jet with their extremely hot and completely superficial wives. If you think about it, she was pregnant in high school and went to west point after that. These girls don't make a lot of friends, and they usually sleep around a good bit, lots of triangles ( more like decagons if we're actually counting), not the sort of girls that end up being "besties" for life. Her father and mother are still not on very good terms with her when she almost ruined everything with an unplanned pregnancy back in high school. They call each other a few times a year and it's all very awkward and forced, and then they don't speak for months on end.
Cindy Grimes, another local Brooklyn girl would be her only face to face friend. She lived in the same neighborhood and they met at the local kickboxing gym. They go out several nights a week for drinks in local dive bars around the neighborhood, then exchange war stories of their tragically awful one night stands went the next afternoon.. but have no lengthy friendship for having just met within the past 18 months.
Serena is not married and doesn't seem to wish to be, nor does she have any desire for children.
She doesn't have a lot in the way of friends, and her relationships are sporadic, and are usually tragically detrimental. She keeps in contact with maybe 25 of people from West Point, but usually only by social media and that's about it. Some of them are still Army SF, two retired seals ( one of which now builds those unsinkable rescue pods for tanker ships). Two guys who grew up to be extremely liberal (which is unbelievably loathing to the rest of them), several Iranian princes and two guys from Iraq who are now disgustingly rich, and she hates every time they post a picture before getting on a private jet with their extremely hot and completely superficial wives. If you think about it, she was pregnant in high school and went to west point after that. These girls don't make a lot of friends, and they usually sleep around a good bit, lots of triangles ( more like decagons if we're actually counting), not the sort of girls that end up being "besties" for life. Her father and mother are still not on very good terms with her when she almost ruined everything with an unplanned pregnancy back in high school. They call each other a few times a year and it's all very awkward and forced, and then they don't speak for months on end.
Cindy Grimes, another local Brooklyn girl would be her only face to face friend. She lived in the same neighborhood and they met at the local kickboxing gym. They go out several nights a week for drinks in local dive bars around the neighborhood, then exchange war stories of their tragically awful one night stands went the next afternoon.. but have no lengthy friendship for having just met within the past 18 months.
Serena is not married and doesn't seem to wish to be, nor does she have any desire for children.
Serena has a gunshot wound in her right shoulder which still bothers her at times. An enemy fired a shot that hit Fatima's rifle before the round and a bit of shrapnel tore through her shoulder and doing a bit of damage to her shoulder blade before exiting through her back. Most of the shrapnel was recovered and she has made a near full recovery, but it will most likely bother her for the rest of her life.
This also leads to her nonphysical weakness which is to say that she is often on pain medication, and has been prone to self medication via vehement amounts of hard liquor and opioids, and the occasional bit of marijuana. She usually does well as long as she stays busy, but the wagon has always been a rickety rig. Something she has maintained fairly well since her being drafted by the CIA. She is determined and extremely strong willed, so much so that it could be considered to be detrimental at times.
Fears: Not being "good enough", obsolescence. Serena has always felt like that if she fails it's because she didn't try hard enough, or do enough, and that all fault is always on her shoulders. An unrelenting tug in the back of her mind about what she witnessed in 2017, and an inner fear that it might have been real and not some fraudulent fog conjured from her imagination as a result of being in shock.
This also leads to her nonphysical weakness which is to say that she is often on pain medication, and has been prone to self medication via vehement amounts of hard liquor and opioids, and the occasional bit of marijuana. She usually does well as long as she stays busy, but the wagon has always been a rickety rig. Something she has maintained fairly well since her being drafted by the CIA. She is determined and extremely strong willed, so much so that it could be considered to be detrimental at times.
Fears: Not being "good enough", obsolescence. Serena has always felt like that if she fails it's because she didn't try hard enough, or do enough, and that all fault is always on her shoulders. An unrelenting tug in the back of her mind about what she witnessed in 2017, and an inner fear that it might have been real and not some fraudulent fog conjured from her imagination as a result of being in shock.
Serena grew up with her parents in a small apartment in the South Bronx, New York City. She was very active in grade school, running track and playing for both the JV and Varsity Lacrosse teams, which she later continued at West Point. Her father, a jeweler from Syria, worked very hard along with her American mother to provide her with the avenues with which to pursue her interests in a military career. She buckled down and made good grades, and later joined the Navy as a Corpsman fresh out of West Point in 2012. Naturally having a background in languages being a first generation Syrian-American, she was destined to find herself deployed to Syria in 2014 during Operation Inherent Resolve, and spent the next 3 years there. She has spent time in several areas including a good bit of time in Aleppo at a medical facility, providing medical support during helo-transports from the city.
She was later reassigned to Timber Sycamore, a program headed the CIA. It was formed in 2015, and ISIL began to fortify the city and its surrounding areas with bunkers and a network of tunnels. By June 2017, Raqqa remained the only major Syrian city fully under ISIL control and was, therefore, its effective center of operations. With a large number of foreign fighters, Raqqa has been a planning center for terrorist attacks against European cities. The majority of her deployment was with marine units as a corpsman field medic. She lost a lot of good people during this short span of time. Some were the very same she had helped train not even a year and a half prior. Young people, soldiers, girls. She spent a lot of time in LZs providing tourniquets and doing sutures, dispensing adrenaline to those who were worse off. She had seen so much that she had grown distant and passive, but none the less highly efficient in the field. She had seen combat over a half a dozen times by 2017, and she had spent a lot of brass as well. It all became very Cat and Mouse in her head.
Sometimes she could swear that she could see the souls of those that were lost most traumatically, but she would dismiss it as stress or fatigue. The visions of the apparitions either passed or faded over time, but she was always reminded of them for they remained within her dreams. Luckily for her sleep was rarely on the menu while deployed. Yet another possible reasoning for these apparitions. In 2017 she was injured in the line of duty while deployed with a regiment of the 11th Marines Expeditionary Unit, and received a Bronze Star and Purple Heart as well as an Honorable discharge, ending her military Career.
Not wanting to stop there Serena then applied to the Central Intelligence Agency, with whom she had already developed a good report with during her time with Timber Sycamore in Syria. She is an extremely determined and headstrong individual. Her merits and behavior under extreme conditions in combat were weighed and measured and she was accepted shortly after as a para-military operative/field analyst for the CIA on March 23rd, 2018. They were somewhat reluctant, and only her after she had recovered enough from her wounds to begin training again.
She is still a fledgling operative, and has a long way to go but she shows a lot of potential. She excels in several areas, language being an obvious given, but she is extremely resourceful, cool headed, and can be persuasive, a trait most likely acquired by trying to chat up the wounded under fire. She has also recently shown to have a general knack for criminology.
Side Note:
During the mission in which she sustained her injury, she was found to be incoherently mumbling and seemed to be in a severe state of shock. She was reported by a marine, to have mentioned witnessing a shadow-person or figure, or at least in that description, which she referred to as death in Arabic. She also suffered convulsions and seizure activity during this time.
This was not mentioned in her military records for fear of mar, feeling it would be unnecessary given her imminent discharge for her injury. Paranormal mentions do not nor have they ever looked good on records. It was however noted later at a base hospital by a medical surgeon, but it was written off as severe shock trauma and managed to remain off of her official records.
The manifestation had not ever been present before 2017, and only showed itself briefly, exactly at the point just before her injury. It was a black, veil-like mass, that soon formed a more solid figure. It looked as though it was adorned with small glittering trinkets, gold in nature. It's eyes were also fiery golden in nature, and not a sound could be heard, only intense reverberation as the entire surrounding area seemed to vibrate with resentment. This materialization of a solid figure form was very brief, and dissipated shortly thereafter, resembling a very similar black smoke produced by ordinance. Possibly a Jinn.
Jinn (Arabic: الجن, al-jinn), also Romanized as Djinn or Anglicized as genies (with the more broad meaning of spirits or demons, depending on source), are supernatural creatures in early pre-Islamic Arabian and later Islamic mythology and theology. Since jinn are neither innately evil nor innately good, Islam was able to adapt spirits from other religions during its expansion. Jinn are not a strictly Islamic concept; rather, they may represent pagan beliefs integrated into Islam.
Besides the jinn, Islam acknowledges the existence of demons (Shayāṭīn). The lines between demons and jinn are blurred, since malevolent jinn are also called shayāṭīn. However both Islam and non-Islamic scholarship generally distinguishes between angels, jinn and demons (shayāṭīn) as three different types of spiritual entities in Islamic traditions. The jinn are distinguished from demons in that they can be both evil and good, while genuine demons are exclusively evil. Some academic scholars assert that demons are related to monotheistic traditions and jinn to polytheistic traditions.
The CIA somehow got word of this despite it not being in her official records. They have taken a quiet interest in Serena, and more importantly her description and what she had seen. They are also privately contacting her doctor Julia Brown, and imploring her to push for hypnosis regression under the guise of therapy. She was being considered for Delta Green, an undisclosed team centered on more paranormal type criteria. They were against popping her cherry with the truth, knowing that she was a very logically minded person, and doing so could mentally break her.
She was later reassigned to Timber Sycamore, a program headed the CIA. It was formed in 2015, and ISIL began to fortify the city and its surrounding areas with bunkers and a network of tunnels. By June 2017, Raqqa remained the only major Syrian city fully under ISIL control and was, therefore, its effective center of operations. With a large number of foreign fighters, Raqqa has been a planning center for terrorist attacks against European cities. The majority of her deployment was with marine units as a corpsman field medic. She lost a lot of good people during this short span of time. Some were the very same she had helped train not even a year and a half prior. Young people, soldiers, girls. She spent a lot of time in LZs providing tourniquets and doing sutures, dispensing adrenaline to those who were worse off. She had seen so much that she had grown distant and passive, but none the less highly efficient in the field. She had seen combat over a half a dozen times by 2017, and she had spent a lot of brass as well. It all became very Cat and Mouse in her head.
Sometimes she could swear that she could see the souls of those that were lost most traumatically, but she would dismiss it as stress or fatigue. The visions of the apparitions either passed or faded over time, but she was always reminded of them for they remained within her dreams. Luckily for her sleep was rarely on the menu while deployed. Yet another possible reasoning for these apparitions. In 2017 she was injured in the line of duty while deployed with a regiment of the 11th Marines Expeditionary Unit, and received a Bronze Star and Purple Heart as well as an Honorable discharge, ending her military Career.
Not wanting to stop there Serena then applied to the Central Intelligence Agency, with whom she had already developed a good report with during her time with Timber Sycamore in Syria. She is an extremely determined and headstrong individual. Her merits and behavior under extreme conditions in combat were weighed and measured and she was accepted shortly after as a para-military operative/field analyst for the CIA on March 23rd, 2018. They were somewhat reluctant, and only her after she had recovered enough from her wounds to begin training again.
She is still a fledgling operative, and has a long way to go but she shows a lot of potential. She excels in several areas, language being an obvious given, but she is extremely resourceful, cool headed, and can be persuasive, a trait most likely acquired by trying to chat up the wounded under fire. She has also recently shown to have a general knack for criminology.
Side Note:
During the mission in which she sustained her injury, she was found to be incoherently mumbling and seemed to be in a severe state of shock. She was reported by a marine, to have mentioned witnessing a shadow-person or figure, or at least in that description, which she referred to as death in Arabic. She also suffered convulsions and seizure activity during this time.
This was not mentioned in her military records for fear of mar, feeling it would be unnecessary given her imminent discharge for her injury. Paranormal mentions do not nor have they ever looked good on records. It was however noted later at a base hospital by a medical surgeon, but it was written off as severe shock trauma and managed to remain off of her official records.
The manifestation had not ever been present before 2017, and only showed itself briefly, exactly at the point just before her injury. It was a black, veil-like mass, that soon formed a more solid figure. It looked as though it was adorned with small glittering trinkets, gold in nature. It's eyes were also fiery golden in nature, and not a sound could be heard, only intense reverberation as the entire surrounding area seemed to vibrate with resentment. This materialization of a solid figure form was very brief, and dissipated shortly thereafter, resembling a very similar black smoke produced by ordinance. Possibly a Jinn.
Jinn (Arabic: الجن, al-jinn), also Romanized as Djinn or Anglicized as genies (with the more broad meaning of spirits or demons, depending on source), are supernatural creatures in early pre-Islamic Arabian and later Islamic mythology and theology. Since jinn are neither innately evil nor innately good, Islam was able to adapt spirits from other religions during its expansion. Jinn are not a strictly Islamic concept; rather, they may represent pagan beliefs integrated into Islam.
Besides the jinn, Islam acknowledges the existence of demons (Shayāṭīn). The lines between demons and jinn are blurred, since malevolent jinn are also called shayāṭīn. However both Islam and non-Islamic scholarship generally distinguishes between angels, jinn and demons (shayāṭīn) as three different types of spiritual entities in Islamic traditions. The jinn are distinguished from demons in that they can be both evil and good, while genuine demons are exclusively evil. Some academic scholars assert that demons are related to monotheistic traditions and jinn to polytheistic traditions.
The CIA somehow got word of this despite it not being in her official records. They have taken a quiet interest in Serena, and more importantly her description and what she had seen. They are also privately contacting her doctor Julia Brown, and imploring her to push for hypnosis regression under the guise of therapy. She was being considered for Delta Green, an undisclosed team centered on more paranormal type criteria. They were against popping her cherry with the truth, knowing that she was a very logically minded person, and doing so could mentally break her.
Off-Duty:
Clothing: tight fitting jeans, comfortable shirt. Sunglasses or ballcap, light Jacket or Hoodie when called for. Stylish boots, still of the utility kind. Nylon slimline CC holster, either on hip or back area.
Weapons:
CZ 75 P-07 Duty 40S&W 12RD (issued)
X2 12RD magazines
Tools/Equipment:
S&W High Carbon Tactical Knife
Operational Equipment:
Clothing:
Bulletproof vest, regular clothing. Sunglasses or cap, fatigues, utility harness, or other (if specified) ,tactical boots.
Weapons:
CZ 75 P-07 Duty 40S&W 12RD (issued)
X2 12RD Magazines
(M4 carbine or AR- .556 NATO(ACOG, red dot holo-sights), H&K MP5 variants, when issued or specified: certified for fully-automatic fire)
Tools/Equipment:
Field Medic kit (Small)
Utility Tool
Radio ( with earpiece, or without)
S&W High Carbon Tactical Knife
Clothing: tight fitting jeans, comfortable shirt. Sunglasses or ballcap, light Jacket or Hoodie when called for. Stylish boots, still of the utility kind. Nylon slimline CC holster, either on hip or back area.
Weapons:
CZ 75 P-07 Duty 40S&W 12RD (issued)
X2 12RD magazines
Tools/Equipment:
S&W High Carbon Tactical Knife
Operational Equipment:
Clothing:
Bulletproof vest, regular clothing. Sunglasses or cap, fatigues, utility harness, or other (if specified) ,tactical boots.
Weapons:
CZ 75 P-07 Duty 40S&W 12RD (issued)
X2 12RD Magazines
(M4 carbine or AR- .556 NATO(ACOG, red dot holo-sights), H&K MP5 variants, when issued or specified: certified for fully-automatic fire)
Tools/Equipment:
Field Medic kit (Small)
Utility Tool
Radio ( with earpiece, or without)
S&W High Carbon Tactical Knife
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I'm going to attempt to make a character once I get back home. I know I dm'd but wanted it out on forum so I don't chicken out, lol.
I'm going to attempt to make a character once I get back home. I know I dm'd but wanted it out on forum so I don't chicken out, lol.
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I started working on a character this evening; an FBI agent with military background. I should have him posted sometime tomorrow. Personally, I am a veteran of the US Army and have been reading Military History for over 40 years. I also like the supernatural connection. Curious to see where that leads us. I hope this RP is still open to new characters.
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idlehands heartless
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Three FBI agents, suck it other agencies
Fucking Big Idiots...
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I wish I could give more than one rating :'D
Gunther Captain, Infantry (Retired)
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Three FBI agents, suck it other agencies
I did not realize when I started writing. This could quickly become a remake of Fringe.
This is one of my favorite Television series of all times. But it did get weird toward the end.
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@Leidenschaft Submitted for your review...
Name: Thomas Brodie Stewart; Tom, Brodie, TS/Top Secret (a play on his initials), “Stewie”, “Tulagi-3” (reference to his call sign in the Marines.)
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Appearance: Tom is 6’ ½” (184cm) and weighs 197 Lbs (89Kg). Tom has a lean muscular build; well defined torso when bared for viewing. He has an oval shaped face with a firm jaw. He has fast growing facial hair, requiring frequent shavings. He is well known for his deep resonating tones. He tends to stand tall, confident, as though he belongs. As an FBI agent, Tom wears a suit when working in the office or a business casual attire when conducting investigations outside the office. He has a favorite Boston Red Sox ball cap he likes to wear when off duty.
Credit: Max Martini
Agency/Organization: Federal Bureau of Investigations (FBI)
Education:
- Bachelor’s Degree in Political Science (BA – POLSCI/ECON) with a minor in Economics from the US Naval Academy at Annapolis, MD.
- Juris Doctorate of Law (JDL) from Boston College School of Law.
Background: Thomas Stewart was born December 11, 1983 to Robert and Sharon Stewart of Brookline, an affluent neighborhood of Boston. Bob Stewart started a corporate law firm after law school and a tour with the Marines in Southeast Asia. The elder Stewart has done well for himself building one of the more prestigious law firms in downtown Boston. As a Vietnam Veteran, Thomas Stewart lobbied for veteran’s rights on Beacon Hill and Capital Hill. His father’s accomplishments had a heavy influence on the son’s career choices.
Tom had a sister, Meghan who was kidnapped when she was 10 years old. Tom was 12 and they were very close. Her loss was very tragic to young Tom. His mother believes he has never truly recovered from his sister’s death. After twelve weeks of searching, Boston Police found her corpse face down on the shore of the Neponset River at Joe Finnegan Park in South Boston. The memory of his sister and her death would haunt Tom for the rest of his life. If anything, her death caused the boy to mature rapidly and take things more seriously. No more would there be time for fun and games.
As a teen, Tom’s father enrolled him into a martial arts program that taught Krav Maga, an Israeli self defense. He trained at this discipline for six years earning him a second degree black belt in Krav before graduating high school. He was naturally talented at the activity and especially enjoyed sparring other students.
Tom never had problems with the law as a child, graduating from Boston Latin High School in 2002. Due to his above average academic record as well as varsity letters in both baseball and football, the young man was appointed to the US Naval Academy at Annapolis, MD by Senator Ted Kennedy. Initially, he struggled at the Academy, but eventually understood what was expected of him. It took him more than a year before he developed the necessary level of discipline required to be a midshipman at Annapolis. The US Naval Academy commissions both US Naval officers and US Marine officers while the US Military Academy at West Point, New York commissions US Army officers. You would never see a graduate of West Point in the Navy and vice versa. When Tom graduated from Annapolis, he was commissioned as a Second Lieutenant (2LT) in the Infantry. He completed The Basic School (TBS) at Quantico, Virginia and then the Infantry Officer Course (IOC) which lasts an additional12 weeks. IOC is where young Lieutenants learn squad and platoon tactical proficiency. Upon completion of his branch qualification course and awarding of MOS 0370, Tom Stewart then attended the two Marine Special Operations Selection and Assessment Phases and then the nine-month Marine Special Operations Corps (MARSOC) Team Commander’s Course (MTCC) for officers. The final training for Lieutenant Stewart prior to being assigned to a unit, was completion of the US Army Airborne School at Fort Benning, Georgia.
While in the Marine Corps, Tom studied the Martine Corps Martial Arts program. He acquired a reputation as a tenacious fighter from his training partners. He never lost the thrill of sparring with others. His past experience in Krav Maga really helped him out. Before leaving the Marine Corps, he attained the rank of first degree black belt in the MCMAP.
Finally, in late 2008, newly promoted First Lieutenant Tom Stewart was assigned as a Platoon Commander in A Company, 1st Marine Raider Battalion at Camp Pendleton, California. By late 2009, 1LT Stewart found himself in Balkh, Afghanistan commanding a platoon of fifty marines near the border with Uzbekistan. During this deployment, Lieutenant Stewart participated in several engagement with enemy Taliban troops both alongside US Marines as well as allied Afghan National Army units. During a night raid in March 2010, Stewart received a wound in the left leg and right arm, which he recovered from within the year. He received a Purple Heart and the Silver Star for his actions. Later in 2010, his unit rotated back to Camp Pendleton and he was promoted to Captain.
During his time in Balkh, Afghanistan, Lieutenant Stewart witnessed an event that will stick with him for the rest of his life, not to mention the rigors of combat and being injured during a fire fight. His platoon was patrolling the barren wastelands to the north, mounted on Humvees. They came across a large pile of dead bodies near the border with Uzbekistan. The faces on the death appeared anguished, frightened with open eyes staring into the distance. Their bodies distorted, splayed in unnatural ways, limbs intertwined. The marines, worked with Non-governmental organizations and ANA soldiers to remove the corpses, which numbered 123. Once the bodies were removed, they found a black rock shaped in a perfect square with a shiny smooth curface at the center of the pile. The four foot by four foot rock was curious as patterns on its surface appeared to move. The rock did not physically move, but it appeared as though there were slow moving clouds inside the color of the rock, which also seemed to be one of the most densest materials he had ever seen. The movement of clouds in the rock was more like a dark swirling effect, without light. Being in the presence of this rock gave Tom a creepy feeling, that tingling sensation up his spine. It was as though nothing good and positive would ever come to him for the rest of his life. He had the urge to harm himself and knew he needed to get away from this rock. Tom swears he saw the eyes of several dead move as they were being carried away from that rock.
While recovering from his injuries in California, Tom met his soon to be wife, Jillian Malone who had recently graduated from UCLA with a degree in Marine Biology. The young woman’s family lived in Reno, Nevada, but she remained in the San Diego/Oceanside area. The couple hit it off quickly, love at first sight and would get married after he left the Marines back in Boston. Coincidentally, Jillian was in the process of deciding where to take her career. She had several offers across the country and even in some foreign countries. Meeting Tom helped her decide, so she accepted an offer from Woods Hole on Cape Cod.
As a Captain, Tom was assigned as the battalion assistant operations officer for 1st Raider Battalion. He remained in this position until his obligatory time in service ended in the summer of 2011. He was discharged with an honorable discharge and Veteran’s benefits that would pay for another college degree if he chose to return to school, which is exactly what he did. Jillian followed soon after his release from the military
Upon his return to Brookline, Marine Captain Tom Stewart applied to the Boston College School of Law where he received a Juris Doctorate of Law, three years later. Although his father entered Corporate Law, Tom focused on Criminal Law with the intentions of joining the Federal Bureau of Investigations. The majority of field agents in the FBI are State bar certified attorneys prior to working. Having a military background tends to make an applicant much more attractive. In June of 2014, Thomas and Jillian (Malone) Stewart were married at St. Mary of Assumption church in Brookline. His best friend, Jacob O’donahue from High School served as his best man.
After leaving the active component of the Marines, Tom Stewart joined the US Marine Reserve where he was soon promoted to Major and served as Operations Officer in the 1st Battalion, 25th Marines. He also resumed his training in Krav Maga where he has since reached the rank of third degree black belt. He continues to train in the MCMAP with fellow marine reservists when he has time.
Special Agent Tom Stewart has worked for the Boston Field Office for the Federal Bureau of Investigations for the past five years and has seen a lot of bizarre things. He still remembers the black rock in northern Afghanistan, but nothing will prepare him for what is about to happen.
Personality: Tom is a no-nonsense pragmatic person. Everything happens for a reason and the physical properties of the known world can never change. He is serious about his work and has no tolerance for horseplay around crime scenes. Tom tends to be an introvert, not sharing much with others. He will share information about crimes with those professionals he is working with, but keeps everything close to the vest with others. He will even keep things closed to his wife. He believes he is protecting her by not telling her about the bad stuff.
Tom is honest to a fault; in that he may tell people the truth even if they don’t want to hear it. He takes responsibility for his own actions, a trait drilled into him by his father and reinforced by the US Marine Corps.
Tom has worked at trying to be flexible. It is very challenging. His inflexibility about his own ideas is one of his biggest downfalls. Mentally, things are as they are supposed to be and he uses what he knows to help him solve crimes.
He can be driven to work on cases. Fatigue and frustration do not slow him down. He views those traits as weakness, urging others close to him to work through their obstacles also and see that there are issues with a case they just have not figured out yet. He is determined to solve a case and will work dogmatically to figure it out.
Tom is human and feels for the victims and their families. He has compassion. He goes out of his way to insure victims are protected; their interests are protected and in the case of homicide, their loved one’s remains are respected. Even if he puts on this front as a tough no nonsense law enforcement professional, he still understands people for who they are. It is simply very logical to him.
As a former combat infantryman, he is very patient. Being a member of the military teaches one to hurry up and wait. This experience translates into a very patient person. Likewise, he expects a similar level of patience in others.
Finally, the FBI Special Agent is loyal. He is loyal to his family, his nation and his friends. He would do anything to help them and protect those close to him. A man with friends needs for nothing.
Family, Friends, and Associates: Tom was married while in the Marine Corps. His wife, Jillian (Malone) Stewart, 33 studied Marine Biology at the University of California at Los Angeles (UCLA). Jillian works at Woods Hole Oceanographic Research institute on Cape Cod. Jillian loves her work and is devoted to her studies. The topic of children has not come up yet, but secretly, Tom would like to have one or two. For now, they are both focused on their careers, attempting to spend as much time with each as they can.
Both Tom’s parents, Bob and Sharon still live in Brookline. His father retired from his law practice years ago.
There are a few aunts, uncles and cousins who live in the area. At least once a year, Tom visits his sister, Meghan’s grave in Saint Joseph Cemetery.
Tom’s High School friend Jacob O’Donahue is also an attorney practicing law in the Boston area.
Likes: Jill Stewart, (wife), family, people who are punctual, teamwork, reading military history, crime dramas, New England Patriots, Boston Red Sox, Boston Bruins, and classic rock and roll, specifically the guitar greats; Hendrix, Clapton, Page, Keith Richards, Jeff Beck and B.B. King.
Dislikes: Arrogant people who brag excessively, the attitude of entitlement a large group display in our world, selfishness, those who think only of themselves and have never existed in a teamwork environment.
Fears: Heights. Tom has had a fear of heights as long as he can remember. Everytime he jumped from an airplane in the military he had a panic attack but pushed through it. It took massive quantities of courage to get himself out of the airplane.
The thought that something bad could happen to his parents or his wife; the ones he loves, including the friends he has made working at the FBI office in Boston.
Tom does not have a long list of fears. He squishes insects on reaction and feels a sense of adrenaline or a tingling in his spine when confronted with a dangerous situation, either in combat or during an investigation that goes wrong. Training and experience causes him to react in the appropriate ways.
Skills:
Gifted(+5): Interrogation & hand to hand combat
Adept(+3): Situational awareness, driving, & shooting rifles/carbines
Average(+2): field craft, SERE, & Pistols
Novice(+1): psychology & knife fighting
Languages: English (fluent), Spanish (90%), German (75%), Pashto (50%)
Weaknesses: The injury he sustained while in combat in Northern Afghanistan rendered his leg weaker than previously. He can still run, just not as fast as he once could. His speed is fast enough to pass a physical fitness test.
The experience of removing 123 corpses from some unearthly rock that might be found in a piece of fiction has left him doubting many of his oldest values. The experience really messed him up. It shook his confidence initially, which he regained quickly, but lead him to doubt those things he took for granted in the physical world.
Off-Duty Clothing/Equipment: Tom dresses in business casual when not working.
Clothing: He wears casual slacks; Khakis, Dockers or LL Bean as well as different colored golf shirts. He prefers a soft leather loafer and occasionally wears tennis shoes.
Weapons: His off-duty weapon is a small frame Sig Sauer P226 chambered in 9mm. Tools/Equipment: Tom carries a Gerber Leatherman on his belt at all times and carries a kuboton as a key chain. This is a martial arts weapon he has been trained to use in law enforcement. It is a simple piece of steel measuring five inches by a half an inch in diameter. He may or may not carry a six-inch knife in an ankle holster. He also carries a Google Pixel mobile phone.
Operational Clothing/Equipment:
Clothing: Black tactical trousers with the oversized cargo pockets, black mid tactical boot looking more like athletic footwear and a black golf shirt or T-shirt with the FBI log on it. For tactical situations, include a ballistic assault vest with the letters “FBI” emblazoned across the back and in small letters on the front, tactical thigh holster, shooter’s gloves, an FBI ball cap and sunglasses. The ball cap could be traded for a high cut ballistic tactical helmet. This kit would also include throat mic and communications equipment. He typically carries two extra pistol magazines as well as eight 30-round box magazines for his M4 Carbine.
Weapons: His on duty weapon is a medium frame Sig Sauer P229 chambered in .40 S&W. He also has an M4 carbine with all the fancy gadgets in the trunk of his work vehicle as well as a 12 gauge shotgun.
Tools/Equipment: two sets of Peerless Handcuffs, several sets of flex cuffs, Gerber Leatherman, a few six inch knives, lensatic compass, first aid kit, laptop computer, rubber gloves, several assorted colors of chem-lites and a mag-lite flashlight.
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Appearance: Tom is 6’ ½” (184cm) and weighs 197 Lbs (89Kg). Tom has a lean muscular build; well defined torso when bared for viewing. He has an oval shaped face with a firm jaw. He has fast growing facial hair, requiring frequent shavings. He is well known for his deep resonating tones. He tends to stand tall, confident, as though he belongs. As an FBI agent, Tom wears a suit when working in the office or a business casual attire when conducting investigations outside the office. He has a favorite Boston Red Sox ball cap he likes to wear when off duty.
Credit: Max Martini
Agency/Organization: Federal Bureau of Investigations (FBI)
Education:
- Bachelor’s Degree in Political Science (BA – POLSCI/ECON) with a minor in Economics from the US Naval Academy at Annapolis, MD.
- Juris Doctorate of Law (JDL) from Boston College School of Law.
Background: Thomas Stewart was born December 11, 1983 to Robert and Sharon Stewart of Brookline, an affluent neighborhood of Boston. Bob Stewart started a corporate law firm after law school and a tour with the Marines in Southeast Asia. The elder Stewart has done well for himself building one of the more prestigious law firms in downtown Boston. As a Vietnam Veteran, Thomas Stewart lobbied for veteran’s rights on Beacon Hill and Capital Hill. His father’s accomplishments had a heavy influence on the son’s career choices.
Tom had a sister, Meghan who was kidnapped when she was 10 years old. Tom was 12 and they were very close. Her loss was very tragic to young Tom. His mother believes he has never truly recovered from his sister’s death. After twelve weeks of searching, Boston Police found her corpse face down on the shore of the Neponset River at Joe Finnegan Park in South Boston. The memory of his sister and her death would haunt Tom for the rest of his life. If anything, her death caused the boy to mature rapidly and take things more seriously. No more would there be time for fun and games.
As a teen, Tom’s father enrolled him into a martial arts program that taught Krav Maga, an Israeli self defense. He trained at this discipline for six years earning him a second degree black belt in Krav before graduating high school. He was naturally talented at the activity and especially enjoyed sparring other students.
Tom never had problems with the law as a child, graduating from Boston Latin High School in 2002. Due to his above average academic record as well as varsity letters in both baseball and football, the young man was appointed to the US Naval Academy at Annapolis, MD by Senator Ted Kennedy. Initially, he struggled at the Academy, but eventually understood what was expected of him. It took him more than a year before he developed the necessary level of discipline required to be a midshipman at Annapolis. The US Naval Academy commissions both US Naval officers and US Marine officers while the US Military Academy at West Point, New York commissions US Army officers. You would never see a graduate of West Point in the Navy and vice versa. When Tom graduated from Annapolis, he was commissioned as a Second Lieutenant (2LT) in the Infantry. He completed The Basic School (TBS) at Quantico, Virginia and then the Infantry Officer Course (IOC) which lasts an additional12 weeks. IOC is where young Lieutenants learn squad and platoon tactical proficiency. Upon completion of his branch qualification course and awarding of MOS 0370, Tom Stewart then attended the two Marine Special Operations Selection and Assessment Phases and then the nine-month Marine Special Operations Corps (MARSOC) Team Commander’s Course (MTCC) for officers. The final training for Lieutenant Stewart prior to being assigned to a unit, was completion of the US Army Airborne School at Fort Benning, Georgia.
While in the Marine Corps, Tom studied the Martine Corps Martial Arts program. He acquired a reputation as a tenacious fighter from his training partners. He never lost the thrill of sparring with others. His past experience in Krav Maga really helped him out. Before leaving the Marine Corps, he attained the rank of first degree black belt in the MCMAP.
Finally, in late 2008, newly promoted First Lieutenant Tom Stewart was assigned as a Platoon Commander in A Company, 1st Marine Raider Battalion at Camp Pendleton, California. By late 2009, 1LT Stewart found himself in Balkh, Afghanistan commanding a platoon of fifty marines near the border with Uzbekistan. During this deployment, Lieutenant Stewart participated in several engagement with enemy Taliban troops both alongside US Marines as well as allied Afghan National Army units. During a night raid in March 2010, Stewart received a wound in the left leg and right arm, which he recovered from within the year. He received a Purple Heart and the Silver Star for his actions. Later in 2010, his unit rotated back to Camp Pendleton and he was promoted to Captain.
During his time in Balkh, Afghanistan, Lieutenant Stewart witnessed an event that will stick with him for the rest of his life, not to mention the rigors of combat and being injured during a fire fight. His platoon was patrolling the barren wastelands to the north, mounted on Humvees. They came across a large pile of dead bodies near the border with Uzbekistan. The faces on the death appeared anguished, frightened with open eyes staring into the distance. Their bodies distorted, splayed in unnatural ways, limbs intertwined. The marines, worked with Non-governmental organizations and ANA soldiers to remove the corpses, which numbered 123. Once the bodies were removed, they found a black rock shaped in a perfect square with a shiny smooth curface at the center of the pile. The four foot by four foot rock was curious as patterns on its surface appeared to move. The rock did not physically move, but it appeared as though there were slow moving clouds inside the color of the rock, which also seemed to be one of the most densest materials he had ever seen. The movement of clouds in the rock was more like a dark swirling effect, without light. Being in the presence of this rock gave Tom a creepy feeling, that tingling sensation up his spine. It was as though nothing good and positive would ever come to him for the rest of his life. He had the urge to harm himself and knew he needed to get away from this rock. Tom swears he saw the eyes of several dead move as they were being carried away from that rock.
While recovering from his injuries in California, Tom met his soon to be wife, Jillian Malone who had recently graduated from UCLA with a degree in Marine Biology. The young woman’s family lived in Reno, Nevada, but she remained in the San Diego/Oceanside area. The couple hit it off quickly, love at first sight and would get married after he left the Marines back in Boston. Coincidentally, Jillian was in the process of deciding where to take her career. She had several offers across the country and even in some foreign countries. Meeting Tom helped her decide, so she accepted an offer from Woods Hole on Cape Cod.
As a Captain, Tom was assigned as the battalion assistant operations officer for 1st Raider Battalion. He remained in this position until his obligatory time in service ended in the summer of 2011. He was discharged with an honorable discharge and Veteran’s benefits that would pay for another college degree if he chose to return to school, which is exactly what he did. Jillian followed soon after his release from the military
Upon his return to Brookline, Marine Captain Tom Stewart applied to the Boston College School of Law where he received a Juris Doctorate of Law, three years later. Although his father entered Corporate Law, Tom focused on Criminal Law with the intentions of joining the Federal Bureau of Investigations. The majority of field agents in the FBI are State bar certified attorneys prior to working. Having a military background tends to make an applicant much more attractive. In June of 2014, Thomas and Jillian (Malone) Stewart were married at St. Mary of Assumption church in Brookline. His best friend, Jacob O’donahue from High School served as his best man.
After leaving the active component of the Marines, Tom Stewart joined the US Marine Reserve where he was soon promoted to Major and served as Operations Officer in the 1st Battalion, 25th Marines. He also resumed his training in Krav Maga where he has since reached the rank of third degree black belt. He continues to train in the MCMAP with fellow marine reservists when he has time.
Special Agent Tom Stewart has worked for the Boston Field Office for the Federal Bureau of Investigations for the past five years and has seen a lot of bizarre things. He still remembers the black rock in northern Afghanistan, but nothing will prepare him for what is about to happen.
Personality: Tom is a no-nonsense pragmatic person. Everything happens for a reason and the physical properties of the known world can never change. He is serious about his work and has no tolerance for horseplay around crime scenes. Tom tends to be an introvert, not sharing much with others. He will share information about crimes with those professionals he is working with, but keeps everything close to the vest with others. He will even keep things closed to his wife. He believes he is protecting her by not telling her about the bad stuff.
Tom is honest to a fault; in that he may tell people the truth even if they don’t want to hear it. He takes responsibility for his own actions, a trait drilled into him by his father and reinforced by the US Marine Corps.
Tom has worked at trying to be flexible. It is very challenging. His inflexibility about his own ideas is one of his biggest downfalls. Mentally, things are as they are supposed to be and he uses what he knows to help him solve crimes.
He can be driven to work on cases. Fatigue and frustration do not slow him down. He views those traits as weakness, urging others close to him to work through their obstacles also and see that there are issues with a case they just have not figured out yet. He is determined to solve a case and will work dogmatically to figure it out.
Tom is human and feels for the victims and their families. He has compassion. He goes out of his way to insure victims are protected; their interests are protected and in the case of homicide, their loved one’s remains are respected. Even if he puts on this front as a tough no nonsense law enforcement professional, he still understands people for who they are. It is simply very logical to him.
As a former combat infantryman, he is very patient. Being a member of the military teaches one to hurry up and wait. This experience translates into a very patient person. Likewise, he expects a similar level of patience in others.
Finally, the FBI Special Agent is loyal. He is loyal to his family, his nation and his friends. He would do anything to help them and protect those close to him. A man with friends needs for nothing.
Family, Friends, and Associates: Tom was married while in the Marine Corps. His wife, Jillian (Malone) Stewart, 33 studied Marine Biology at the University of California at Los Angeles (UCLA). Jillian works at Woods Hole Oceanographic Research institute on Cape Cod. Jillian loves her work and is devoted to her studies. The topic of children has not come up yet, but secretly, Tom would like to have one or two. For now, they are both focused on their careers, attempting to spend as much time with each as they can.
Both Tom’s parents, Bob and Sharon still live in Brookline. His father retired from his law practice years ago.
There are a few aunts, uncles and cousins who live in the area. At least once a year, Tom visits his sister, Meghan’s grave in Saint Joseph Cemetery.
Tom’s High School friend Jacob O’Donahue is also an attorney practicing law in the Boston area.
Likes: Jill Stewart, (wife), family, people who are punctual, teamwork, reading military history, crime dramas, New England Patriots, Boston Red Sox, Boston Bruins, and classic rock and roll, specifically the guitar greats; Hendrix, Clapton, Page, Keith Richards, Jeff Beck and B.B. King.
Dislikes: Arrogant people who brag excessively, the attitude of entitlement a large group display in our world, selfishness, those who think only of themselves and have never existed in a teamwork environment.
Fears: Heights. Tom has had a fear of heights as long as he can remember. Everytime he jumped from an airplane in the military he had a panic attack but pushed through it. It took massive quantities of courage to get himself out of the airplane.
The thought that something bad could happen to his parents or his wife; the ones he loves, including the friends he has made working at the FBI office in Boston.
Tom does not have a long list of fears. He squishes insects on reaction and feels a sense of adrenaline or a tingling in his spine when confronted with a dangerous situation, either in combat or during an investigation that goes wrong. Training and experience causes him to react in the appropriate ways.
Skills:
Gifted(+5): Interrogation & hand to hand combat
Adept(+3): Situational awareness, driving, & shooting rifles/carbines
Average(+2): field craft, SERE, & Pistols
Novice(+1): psychology & knife fighting
Languages: English (fluent), Spanish (90%), German (75%), Pashto (50%)
Weaknesses: The injury he sustained while in combat in Northern Afghanistan rendered his leg weaker than previously. He can still run, just not as fast as he once could. His speed is fast enough to pass a physical fitness test.
The experience of removing 123 corpses from some unearthly rock that might be found in a piece of fiction has left him doubting many of his oldest values. The experience really messed him up. It shook his confidence initially, which he regained quickly, but lead him to doubt those things he took for granted in the physical world.
Off-Duty Clothing/Equipment: Tom dresses in business casual when not working.
Clothing: He wears casual slacks; Khakis, Dockers or LL Bean as well as different colored golf shirts. He prefers a soft leather loafer and occasionally wears tennis shoes.
Weapons: His off-duty weapon is a small frame Sig Sauer P226 chambered in 9mm. Tools/Equipment: Tom carries a Gerber Leatherman on his belt at all times and carries a kuboton as a key chain. This is a martial arts weapon he has been trained to use in law enforcement. It is a simple piece of steel measuring five inches by a half an inch in diameter. He may or may not carry a six-inch knife in an ankle holster. He also carries a Google Pixel mobile phone.
Operational Clothing/Equipment:
Clothing: Black tactical trousers with the oversized cargo pockets, black mid tactical boot looking more like athletic footwear and a black golf shirt or T-shirt with the FBI log on it. For tactical situations, include a ballistic assault vest with the letters “FBI” emblazoned across the back and in small letters on the front, tactical thigh holster, shooter’s gloves, an FBI ball cap and sunglasses. The ball cap could be traded for a high cut ballistic tactical helmet. This kit would also include throat mic and communications equipment. He typically carries two extra pistol magazines as well as eight 30-round box magazines for his M4 Carbine.
Weapons: His on duty weapon is a medium frame Sig Sauer P229 chambered in .40 S&W. He also has an M4 carbine with all the fancy gadgets in the trunk of his work vehicle as well as a 12 gauge shotgun.
Tools/Equipment: two sets of Peerless Handcuffs, several sets of flex cuffs, Gerber Leatherman, a few six inch knives, lensatic compass, first aid kit, laptop computer, rubber gloves, several assorted colors of chem-lites and a mag-lite flashlight.
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Leidenschaft Relax, only half-dead
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@Gunther
First off, as with Arkitekt, I am glad to have someone with experience in the US military and its Military Schools. From start to finish, I liked everything that Tom had to offer the team, there's only one thing that needs to be brought up for change and that is the skills section and the skills you have assigned.
There's just too many haha
Here's the skills section from the template. Those (+5)s and so forth numbers are dice modifiers for the game's system that is a heavily dumbed down version of DG's. Based off of a D20.
Skills:
Gifted: 2 skills
Adept: 3 skills
Average: 3 skills
Novice: 4 skills
Please rearrange as you see fit, referring to the Skills hider in the first post. Other than that, he's pretty radical! Lotsa FBI agents, I see...
First off, as with Arkitekt, I am glad to have someone with experience in the US military and its Military Schools. From start to finish, I liked everything that Tom had to offer the team, there's only one thing that needs to be brought up for change and that is the skills section and the skills you have assigned.
There's just too many haha
Here's the skills section from the template. Those (+5)s and so forth numbers are dice modifiers for the game's system that is a heavily dumbed down version of DG's. Based off of a D20.
Skills:
Gifted: 2 skills
Adept: 3 skills
Average: 3 skills
Novice: 4 skills
Please rearrange as you see fit, referring to the Skills hider in the first post. Other than that, he's pretty radical! Lotsa FBI agents, I see...
Gunther Captain, Infantry (Retired)
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... there's only one thing that needs to be brought up for change and that is the skills section and the skills you have assigned.
There's just too many ...
...Please rearrange as you see fit, referring to the Skills hider in the first post...
I reduced them to two or three per section.
idlehands heartless
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@Gunther my character is FBI as well, I'll get the dates and such if they have crossed paths. She is currently in the Behavioral Science unit as a forensic psychologist. I'm still working on the CS.
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Name: Justin Thomas Clark
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Justin is a young American male of English descent, standing at about 5’10” and weighing about 170 lbs. He’s a well-built, but still gangly man, sporting a significant amount of muscle mass, though he isn’t toned like a bodybuilder, being more practically built with raw strength and endurance in mind. His hair is a chocolate brown, grown slightly out of regulation for a Ranger, a mark of a man who’s gone long enough without a deployment. His eyes are green, and his voice is twangy, almost sing-song, a characteristic accent of a Tennessean.
Agency/Organization: Staff Sergeant, 75th Ranger Regiment, United States Army
Education:
- High School Diploma
- US Army Basic Combat Training
- US Army Airborne, Air Assault, & Ranger Schools
- Ranger Indoctrination Program Graduate
- Cross-trained as part of the Marine Corps Martial Arts Program (obtained the brown belt along with most of his platoon)
- US Army Ranger (11 years)
Background:
Personality: Justin is a more by-the-books doorkicker of a certain variety, in that he possesses the traits of an observant operator, a man who will not act so long as he can benefit more by inaction. He’s mostly kept his nose where it belonged, although he sees the greater value in digging for information he can use. He is results-minded, thinking in a means of completing objectives through direct means.
While beginning to see the bigger picture, he hasn’t been made to question his place and his country other than a single incident which he never talked about, no sir. He still thinks those bearded operators who pop Haji heads like grapes or those JTACs who call strikes on villages as heroes to their nation, who scrape the scum from the gene pool. No, he hasn’t had his schism, he’s still as young and wild as that scrawny kid who walked into a recruiter’s office in the middle of the poverty-worn Knoxville downtown. He’s not happy-go-lucky, but he’s not a downer or a barely functioning nightmare of a man, and he values humor as a coping method for what he has seen.
But yet, even this unbroken man has been judged some value to Delta Green. Another skull cracker, a lookout or even a military inside-man maybe? He didn’t question it, only knew he was part of something greater than the Rangers, greater than his aspirations of making that Staff Sergeant billett. He’d signed his life away to Delta Green.
Likes: Camping, Action, Tobacco Products, Dark Liquor, Hookers, Video Games, Working Out, Metal, Folk, & Rock Music
Dislikes: Terrorists, Traitors, Weak Leaders & Incompetent Officers, Clear Liquor, Needles
Fears: Trapped - A common nightmare, perhaps the most common in Justin’s head, is being trapped. It started with the mortars. When you’re nineteen years old and sitting in a foxhole in Afghanistan, the mortars landing all around you, these indiscriminate killers trap you. Justin sat in his foxhole, a dug grave in which he swore the next round had his name on it. But he lived. But ever since, every so often, he’ll wake up in a cold sweat. Trapped in another foxhole? An elevator? His own fucking skin? It didn’t matter, the dreams were all the same.
Slow, Painful - And what does he fear more than death itself? A slow, painful death, a death where a man has nothing to do but cry out for his mother and slowly drain himself of life. That was what he witnessed in those Afghan mountains. Friends who choked on their own fluids, men who died in a thousand gruesome ways, and yet the most that got to him was the SEALs. The ones they couldn’t save. He got there in the last moments of their lives, where all they could do was gurgle and die. And he swore that would never be him. Not in all his days.
Too Late - A recessed fear, but one nonetheless, is that he will somehow fail his team as a member. Exemplary as a Ranger, he proved his worth in battle many times, but somehow, what struck him was the SEALs. Had they noticed earlier, dispatched a QRF earlier, maybe they wouldn’t have died. But certainly, with all their arteries split in twain, they would always be too late, and that just ate Justin inside out.
Skills:
Gifted: Marksmanship, long guns; Awareness
Adept: Hand-to-Hand; Marksmanship, handguns; SERE
Average: First Aid; Subterfuge; Crafting
Novice: Tactical Driving; Persuasion; Breaking-and-Entering; Anthropology
Languages: English (native, duh), Pashto (intermediate)
Weaknesses: Bleeding Heart - Justin has a major drive of determination and a ‘humble hero’ complex that leads to him putting himself almost recklessly into harm’s way for the benefit of others. It stemmed from his time in the Rangers. They didn’t leave each other behind. A squad or platoon is pinned in a valley? Sarn’t Clark volunteering in first vehicle of the rescue convoy. It’s persisted so much to the point where he will vehemently defend his comrades and try to come to their rescue. It got him shot twice in Afghanistan and no doubt it’ll have worse done yet.
Beyond Repair - Though in the two times he was shot in service Justin recovered nearly perfectly and returned to his door-kicking lifestyle. However, one particular shot which grazed a particular part of his hand and wrist made tendons grow back wrong or maybe even the bone got fucked, but either way his right hand has chronic pains that can sometimes affect dexterity and fine motor control, albeit it does not generally affect day-to-day operation, as most weapon manipulation (ex. reloading) is done with his left hand. It manifests mostly when the adrenaline isn’t pumping, making things such as continuously gripping a surface difficult.
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Justin is a young American male of English descent, standing at about 5’10” and weighing about 170 lbs. He’s a well-built, but still gangly man, sporting a significant amount of muscle mass, though he isn’t toned like a bodybuilder, being more practically built with raw strength and endurance in mind. His hair is a chocolate brown, grown slightly out of regulation for a Ranger, a mark of a man who’s gone long enough without a deployment. His eyes are green, and his voice is twangy, almost sing-song, a characteristic accent of a Tennessean.
Agency/Organization: Staff Sergeant, 75th Ranger Regiment, United States Army
Education:
- High School Diploma
- US Army Basic Combat Training
- US Army Airborne, Air Assault, & Ranger Schools
- Ranger Indoctrination Program Graduate
- Cross-trained as part of the Marine Corps Martial Arts Program (obtained the brown belt along with most of his platoon)
- US Army Ranger (11 years)
Background:
Justin Clark was born in Knoxville, Tennessee on May 14th, 1988. His father was an electrician who did contract work for the local Light & Power Service and other firms, and his mother was an ER nurse who was medically retired due to health issues. His early life was just about normal, as normal as he made it. Subpar education, lack of sense of meaning, and a lot of partying. And as a young, impressionable teenager, he got involved with parties all throughout Knox County, where the Interstates 81 and 40 met, where meth in East Tennessee got its start, and where heroin and pot exploded from.
He wasn’t a major criminal. He did some dealing on the side, mostly was there to look as scary as a bone-skinny redneck could look when sitting in on deals. Drug deals went bad on occasion, but Justin always got away. It’s not like they’d want to go after some kid who fancied himself a triggerman, and he was right. His parents couldn’t keep up with him on his escapades. His mother was too weak for it and his dad was old, working too many hours for too many different companies. So Justin, at 19, looking for a way out of a city that was at its lowest, walked into the US Army Recruiter’s office in downtown Knoxville. The US was in the midst of what would become its longest running conflict in history, so when he printed his name and the MOS ‘11X’ on the contract, he was shipped the next week to Fort Benning, Georgia.
Though he was a scrawny motherfucker, he got through basic with less hassle than some of the rest, and was designated ‘11B - Infantryman’. Immediately, with what little knowledge his recruiter had armed him with, and with what he’d known from others, he went through Airborne, followed soon after by Air Assault and Ranger, landing him with the 101st Airborne Division just in time for their ‘07-’08 deployment cycle to Afghanistan. With a scrawled letter that would serve as his will and copious amounts of anxiety and anticipation, he boarded the plane which would make a stop in Germany, Kuwait, and then continue to Afghanistan.
Though the deployment was primarily peacekeeping (training the ANA, rooting out Taliban in villages, etc), he got his baptism by fire in the many ambushes endured through many patrols per day. The Division returned home in 2008, and in the midst of fire training exercises in preparation for the ISAF scaleup in Afghanistan, Justin, now a newly minted Corporal, requested to be a candidate for the Ranger Indoctrination Program (RIP), the recruitment pipeline for the elite 75th Ranger Regiment.
His group were the first to be put through the new Ranger Assessment and Selection Program (RASP), which replaced RIP, extending the course to eight weeks and upping the ante on training and preparation. Justin barely made it through. While the 75th Rangers cycled in battalions for deployment in Afghanistan, it was not until his contract was almost up that his battalion was preparing to deploy. He re-enlisted without hesitation, taking his bonus and deploying on both the ‘10-’11 and ‘11-’12 deployments of his battalion, in which they conducted heavy fire time-sensitive raids on known Taliban positions constantly, the tempo of the Rangers’ ops at the time sometimes reached three missions per night for any given raid group or ‘chalk’. The constant action gave the adrenaline junkie that Justin had become his fix.
That was, until they pulled security for an operation dangerously close to the Pakistan border. The Rangers, they did things like that all the time. When they weren’t kicking in doors and smoking out caves, they had to go in and pull a perimeter to let the Tier Ones and SOCOM do their HVT extracts or whatever in peace. But something went wrong. The SEALs that went in weren’t responding on frequency, and had been in the AO way longer than they were supposed to. Justin was part of the QRF that was supposed to go in and get them.
Rolling up in their Humvee, Justin was the man on the gun as they rolled up beside. Five Rangers dismounted with intent to find a pinned down SEAL team with malfunctioning radio sets. But that is not what they found. They found the six-man team of SEALs in a completely empty compound, all with cuts and slashes all along their wrists, necks, and thighs, bled completely dry of blood. The Rangers were pulled out quickly, and the compound was levelled by the on-station AC-130. The official story is that all six SEALs died to a car-sized IED which reduced the compound and their remains to rubble.
Justin returned back home as his battalion was rotated out. He was detained along with the rest of his platoon, questioned, and was informed that all their operations in the region are now classified, caked in black ink. No doubt to do with the operation with the SEALs, but why the entire deployment? Something else must have happened, although Justin did no further digging, perhaps out of fear. He was released to rejoin his unit a week after arriving home and being detained. Despite his experiences, he made multiple further deployments to Afghanistan, until ultimately the ISAF and post-ISAF operations in the region dwindled to nil.
His final and most recent deployment was part of Operation Inherent Resolve in 2017, where a small Ranger force deployed to act as the assault element of the US task force, leading the way for the 11th MEU in Raqqa. Since returning in late 2017, he has bounced between fire training exercises, mind-numbingly boring garrison life, and saving up leave days. When a strange man met him in plain clothes at an on-base cafe, his first thought was that someone had talked, went live with their deployment or the incident in some way. And he was scared, though he feigned ignorance and followed it through. And now, he didn’t know whether he made the right choice.
He wasn’t a major criminal. He did some dealing on the side, mostly was there to look as scary as a bone-skinny redneck could look when sitting in on deals. Drug deals went bad on occasion, but Justin always got away. It’s not like they’d want to go after some kid who fancied himself a triggerman, and he was right. His parents couldn’t keep up with him on his escapades. His mother was too weak for it and his dad was old, working too many hours for too many different companies. So Justin, at 19, looking for a way out of a city that was at its lowest, walked into the US Army Recruiter’s office in downtown Knoxville. The US was in the midst of what would become its longest running conflict in history, so when he printed his name and the MOS ‘11X’ on the contract, he was shipped the next week to Fort Benning, Georgia.
Though he was a scrawny motherfucker, he got through basic with less hassle than some of the rest, and was designated ‘11B - Infantryman’. Immediately, with what little knowledge his recruiter had armed him with, and with what he’d known from others, he went through Airborne, followed soon after by Air Assault and Ranger, landing him with the 101st Airborne Division just in time for their ‘07-’08 deployment cycle to Afghanistan. With a scrawled letter that would serve as his will and copious amounts of anxiety and anticipation, he boarded the plane which would make a stop in Germany, Kuwait, and then continue to Afghanistan.
Though the deployment was primarily peacekeeping (training the ANA, rooting out Taliban in villages, etc), he got his baptism by fire in the many ambushes endured through many patrols per day. The Division returned home in 2008, and in the midst of fire training exercises in preparation for the ISAF scaleup in Afghanistan, Justin, now a newly minted Corporal, requested to be a candidate for the Ranger Indoctrination Program (RIP), the recruitment pipeline for the elite 75th Ranger Regiment.
His group were the first to be put through the new Ranger Assessment and Selection Program (RASP), which replaced RIP, extending the course to eight weeks and upping the ante on training and preparation. Justin barely made it through. While the 75th Rangers cycled in battalions for deployment in Afghanistan, it was not until his contract was almost up that his battalion was preparing to deploy. He re-enlisted without hesitation, taking his bonus and deploying on both the ‘10-’11 and ‘11-’12 deployments of his battalion, in which they conducted heavy fire time-sensitive raids on known Taliban positions constantly, the tempo of the Rangers’ ops at the time sometimes reached three missions per night for any given raid group or ‘chalk’. The constant action gave the adrenaline junkie that Justin had become his fix.
That was, until they pulled security for an operation dangerously close to the Pakistan border. The Rangers, they did things like that all the time. When they weren’t kicking in doors and smoking out caves, they had to go in and pull a perimeter to let the Tier Ones and SOCOM do their HVT extracts or whatever in peace. But something went wrong. The SEALs that went in weren’t responding on frequency, and had been in the AO way longer than they were supposed to. Justin was part of the QRF that was supposed to go in and get them.
Rolling up in their Humvee, Justin was the man on the gun as they rolled up beside. Five Rangers dismounted with intent to find a pinned down SEAL team with malfunctioning radio sets. But that is not what they found. They found the six-man team of SEALs in a completely empty compound, all with cuts and slashes all along their wrists, necks, and thighs, bled completely dry of blood. The Rangers were pulled out quickly, and the compound was levelled by the on-station AC-130. The official story is that all six SEALs died to a car-sized IED which reduced the compound and their remains to rubble.
Justin returned back home as his battalion was rotated out. He was detained along with the rest of his platoon, questioned, and was informed that all their operations in the region are now classified, caked in black ink. No doubt to do with the operation with the SEALs, but why the entire deployment? Something else must have happened, although Justin did no further digging, perhaps out of fear. He was released to rejoin his unit a week after arriving home and being detained. Despite his experiences, he made multiple further deployments to Afghanistan, until ultimately the ISAF and post-ISAF operations in the region dwindled to nil.
His final and most recent deployment was part of Operation Inherent Resolve in 2017, where a small Ranger force deployed to act as the assault element of the US task force, leading the way for the 11th MEU in Raqqa. Since returning in late 2017, he has bounced between fire training exercises, mind-numbingly boring garrison life, and saving up leave days. When a strange man met him in plain clothes at an on-base cafe, his first thought was that someone had talked, went live with their deployment or the incident in some way. And he was scared, though he feigned ignorance and followed it through. And now, he didn’t know whether he made the right choice.
Personality: Justin is a more by-the-books doorkicker of a certain variety, in that he possesses the traits of an observant operator, a man who will not act so long as he can benefit more by inaction. He’s mostly kept his nose where it belonged, although he sees the greater value in digging for information he can use. He is results-minded, thinking in a means of completing objectives through direct means.
While beginning to see the bigger picture, he hasn’t been made to question his place and his country other than a single incident which he never talked about, no sir. He still thinks those bearded operators who pop Haji heads like grapes or those JTACs who call strikes on villages as heroes to their nation, who scrape the scum from the gene pool. No, he hasn’t had his schism, he’s still as young and wild as that scrawny kid who walked into a recruiter’s office in the middle of the poverty-worn Knoxville downtown. He’s not happy-go-lucky, but he’s not a downer or a barely functioning nightmare of a man, and he values humor as a coping method for what he has seen.
But yet, even this unbroken man has been judged some value to Delta Green. Another skull cracker, a lookout or even a military inside-man maybe? He didn’t question it, only knew he was part of something greater than the Rangers, greater than his aspirations of making that Staff Sergeant billett. He’d signed his life away to Delta Green.
Likes: Camping, Action, Tobacco Products, Dark Liquor, Hookers, Video Games, Working Out, Metal, Folk, & Rock Music
Dislikes: Terrorists, Traitors, Weak Leaders & Incompetent Officers, Clear Liquor, Needles
Fears: Trapped - A common nightmare, perhaps the most common in Justin’s head, is being trapped. It started with the mortars. When you’re nineteen years old and sitting in a foxhole in Afghanistan, the mortars landing all around you, these indiscriminate killers trap you. Justin sat in his foxhole, a dug grave in which he swore the next round had his name on it. But he lived. But ever since, every so often, he’ll wake up in a cold sweat. Trapped in another foxhole? An elevator? His own fucking skin? It didn’t matter, the dreams were all the same.
Slow, Painful - And what does he fear more than death itself? A slow, painful death, a death where a man has nothing to do but cry out for his mother and slowly drain himself of life. That was what he witnessed in those Afghan mountains. Friends who choked on their own fluids, men who died in a thousand gruesome ways, and yet the most that got to him was the SEALs. The ones they couldn’t save. He got there in the last moments of their lives, where all they could do was gurgle and die. And he swore that would never be him. Not in all his days.
Too Late - A recessed fear, but one nonetheless, is that he will somehow fail his team as a member. Exemplary as a Ranger, he proved his worth in battle many times, but somehow, what struck him was the SEALs. Had they noticed earlier, dispatched a QRF earlier, maybe they wouldn’t have died. But certainly, with all their arteries split in twain, they would always be too late, and that just ate Justin inside out.
Skills:
Gifted: Marksmanship, long guns; Awareness
Adept: Hand-to-Hand; Marksmanship, handguns; SERE
Average: First Aid; Subterfuge; Crafting
Novice: Tactical Driving; Persuasion; Breaking-and-Entering; Anthropology
Languages: English (native, duh), Pashto (intermediate)
Weaknesses: Bleeding Heart - Justin has a major drive of determination and a ‘humble hero’ complex that leads to him putting himself almost recklessly into harm’s way for the benefit of others. It stemmed from his time in the Rangers. They didn’t leave each other behind. A squad or platoon is pinned in a valley? Sarn’t Clark volunteering in first vehicle of the rescue convoy. It’s persisted so much to the point where he will vehemently defend his comrades and try to come to their rescue. It got him shot twice in Afghanistan and no doubt it’ll have worse done yet.
Beyond Repair - Though in the two times he was shot in service Justin recovered nearly perfectly and returned to his door-kicking lifestyle. However, one particular shot which grazed a particular part of his hand and wrist made tendons grow back wrong or maybe even the bone got fucked, but either way his right hand has chronic pains that can sometimes affect dexterity and fine motor control, albeit it does not generally affect day-to-day operation, as most weapon manipulation (ex. reloading) is done with his left hand. It manifests mostly when the adrenaline isn’t pumping, making things such as continuously gripping a surface difficult.
Off-Duty Clothing/Equipment:
Clothing: Justin prefers to wear his normal civvie clothes off-duty, and often that is a set of well-worn wrangler jeans, a baseball cap, and a t-shirt (with or without a long sleeve thermal shirt under it). In particularly cold climates he’ll throw in an old milsurp zip-up fleece to wear over it. For shoes, he usually prefers some sneakers or his favorite pair of ATAC tan boots. When it comes to clandestine operating, you can never go wrong with a black or olive single-hole balaclava and a grey watch cap.
Weapons: SIG P228 (9x19mm, M11-spec) w/ Laser-Light (IR & Visible) in an in-waistband Aliengear concealed carry holster; Strider SMF Folding Tactical Knife in belt pouch.
Tools/Equipment: Google Pixel 2 personal phone, his DG-issue burner phone, his personal wallet (left in the vehicle or at home on clandestine ops), Gerber multitool
Operational Clothing/Equipment:
Clothing (Populated/Urban Areas): Baseball Cap or Grey Watch Cap, Single-hole Black Balaclava, Crye Precision JPC w/ AR500 Level III Armor (hard plates front & back, soft inserts on sides), Grey or Black UBAC, Jeans or Tactical Cargo Pants w/ knee pads, ATAC boots
Clothing (Assault/Wilderness): OpsCore FAST Helmet w/ Helmet Light (IR & Visible) & Terrain-appropriate Cover, Single-hole Balaclava (terrain-appropriate camo), Crye Precision JPC w/ AR500 Level III Armor (hard plates front & back, soft inserts on sides), Terrain-dependent Camo UBAC (usually multicam), 5.11 Tactical pants (usually either tan or ranger green) w/ knee pads, ATAC boots
Weapons: Mk. 18 SBR w/ AN/PEQ-15 Laser-Light (IR & Visible), Magpul Angled Foregrip, EOTech 553 sight, and easy-attach suppressor; SIG P228 w/ Laser-Light (IR & Visible); SMF Folding Tactical Knife clipped to battle belt; Gerber Mark II Serrated Dagger/Fighting Knife in waist sheathe
Tools/Equipment: AN/PVS-14 Monocular NVG (either with a head harness or mounted to his helmet), Maglite, AN/PRC-152 Two-Way Infantry Radio w/ Headset, LandNav Kit (MicroDAGR GPS, lensatic compass), Gerber Multitool
Clothing: Justin prefers to wear his normal civvie clothes off-duty, and often that is a set of well-worn wrangler jeans, a baseball cap, and a t-shirt (with or without a long sleeve thermal shirt under it). In particularly cold climates he’ll throw in an old milsurp zip-up fleece to wear over it. For shoes, he usually prefers some sneakers or his favorite pair of ATAC tan boots. When it comes to clandestine operating, you can never go wrong with a black or olive single-hole balaclava and a grey watch cap.
Weapons: SIG P228 (9x19mm, M11-spec) w/ Laser-Light (IR & Visible) in an in-waistband Aliengear concealed carry holster; Strider SMF Folding Tactical Knife in belt pouch.
Tools/Equipment: Google Pixel 2 personal phone, his DG-issue burner phone, his personal wallet (left in the vehicle or at home on clandestine ops), Gerber multitool
Operational Clothing/Equipment:
Clothing (Populated/Urban Areas): Baseball Cap or Grey Watch Cap, Single-hole Black Balaclava, Crye Precision JPC w/ AR500 Level III Armor (hard plates front & back, soft inserts on sides), Grey or Black UBAC, Jeans or Tactical Cargo Pants w/ knee pads, ATAC boots
Clothing (Assault/Wilderness): OpsCore FAST Helmet w/ Helmet Light (IR & Visible) & Terrain-appropriate Cover, Single-hole Balaclava (terrain-appropriate camo), Crye Precision JPC w/ AR500 Level III Armor (hard plates front & back, soft inserts on sides), Terrain-dependent Camo UBAC (usually multicam), 5.11 Tactical pants (usually either tan or ranger green) w/ knee pads, ATAC boots
Weapons: Mk. 18 SBR w/ AN/PEQ-15 Laser-Light (IR & Visible), Magpul Angled Foregrip, EOTech 553 sight, and easy-attach suppressor; SIG P228 w/ Laser-Light (IR & Visible); SMF Folding Tactical Knife clipped to battle belt; Gerber Mark II Serrated Dagger/Fighting Knife in waist sheathe
Tools/Equipment: AN/PVS-14 Monocular NVG (either with a head harness or mounted to his helmet), Maglite, AN/PRC-152 Two-Way Infantry Radio w/ Headset, LandNav Kit (MicroDAGR GPS, lensatic compass), Gerber Multitool
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Welcome @CaptainBritton Good to see you, bro. Is that Michael Biehn? He isn't going to be looking to overthrow SKYNET during this RP is he?
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Name: Heather Laine, PhD
Age: 34, born January 30 1985
Gender: Female
Appearance: 5’8’’, hourglass build, fit but does not obsess on the gym; black hair that is short and straight, cut in a bob with bangs. She only wears black or gray, generally fitted knee length skirts and high heels when in the office, slacks and flats when in the field, she carries a pair of Doc Martens in her car just in case she is needed in an actual field. Her green eyes behind her black framed cat eye glasses gleam with intelligence and subtle wit. Naturally pale, she avoids the sun like she owes it money.
A few tattoos including a bat in black ink on her right upper chest/shoulder and a death's head moth on the upper left. A few others on her shoulders to be listed as I think of them but always covered in professional settings.
Agency/Organization:FBI, former special agent, now a profiler with the Behavioral Science Unit and works as a consultant to both private and other law enforcement teams.
Education:PhD in forensic psychology earned at University of California, Irvine; minor in social anthropology 2003-2010
Training at Quantico, FBI academy 2010-2011, 2011-2013 as a field agent before transferring to research and then the Behavioral Science department in 2016
Background: Heather always had an interest in people, not so much to know them but to know how they worked. She was not a gregarious girl but affable enough to be able to make and forget friends quickly. She was the weird kid dressed in black and that never really left her. Instead it has matured into a quick, sharp intelligence that picks up nuances in behavior and body language. There is an air of detachment, both from her childhood as a loner in a crowd and her profession.
The interest in people and her parents dragging her to Mass every other Sunday left her with a deep interest in religion of all kinds. And if it was true, if it has any existence other than what the human mind created and wrote down. Growing up in California she was exposed to all sorts of communities and religions, from Catholic and Judaism to trendy vegan buddhism to satanic self help groups.
Her mother was a failed actress and worked part time substituting as a drama teacher. She was generally narcissistic and relied on a lot of prescriptions to get her through life of broken dreams. Her breakdowns would follow her not getting her way, either from her husband or a situation in her social/professional life.
Her father was a construction engineer, a kind and encouraging man but often absent while working on projects. They moved a few times but never far from Los Angeles. Her formative years were in Van Nuys, home of surfers and beach culture but her interest and social life in highschool lay in the concrete ditches and shabby punk clubs that sprung up in the grimy borderlands between the crime ridden gang filled neighborhoods and the well off middle class. She maneuvered the social scene as an outsider and ended up hanging out with punks and skinheads, ska kids and goths, the other outsiders. Her first love and first broken heart came from a boy with a blue mohawk. Her best friend and the group drifted away after highschool but she treasures the memories.
College It was only during college and her psychology training did she understand why she was like this, her attachment issues and fear of rejection. She had built walls made of emotional scars from her neglectful parents and she has worked to bring them down with the right people. She has few that she would call close friends, those now distant since they are married and starting families while she is still single. All except her best friend, her sister from another mister, Mariana Jones. They both majored in forensic psychology, they competed against and supported each other through college and the rigours of the UC PhD program.
A brush with the Void As a teenager, she was at a beach party at night and went for a walk under the pier, listening to the tide and only had a small penlight to guide herself over rocks when she tripped and found herself face first on the corpse of a missing girl. She screamed but the crash of incoming waves covered it and she saw what haunts her still. A tear in the darkness where no stars or distant city lights could penetrate and a hideous growling laugh, from the throat of Hell itself. She got up and ran back, screaming for help and could not shake the feeling of being followed. To this day she still suffers nightmares of the voice and the unfathomable darkness. When talking to the police, she was told she must have imagined it and outwardly she agreed but the image never left her. The horror on the dead girl’s face, frozen in a rictus of insanity. What had she seen when she died? Over the years, Heather convinced herself it must have been a human killer, someone sadistic and evil but human. Since the 1960s California was no stranger to serial killers and this must be one of them.
This event was a catalyst for her driving passion to understand the human mind and in particular what makes a criminal. Recruited straight out of her PhD program, she made the cross country trip to visit FBI headquarters and never looked back. This was her home, among the best and brightest investigative minds.
Career WIP Currently she is involved with a case of missing teenage girls ranging from 13 to 18 and the bodies of two now recovered brutally murdered. The case has lead her down into the bowels of the dark web and the virulent hate and manipulation that festers there. Working with the FBI cyber crime team they have found important links to one user but pinning down his ISP has proved tricky. He runs a website dedicated to degradation of women and is what one of the cyber agents called a "incel". There are links to his many profiles from Tinder to games aimed at teen girls. She is currently in the process of working up a profile on the suspect in the deaths of the two girls.
Personality: Professional, pleasant, warm and friendly but not overly so, a subtle wit and genuineness make her affable and most would say that she is a good team member, if stubborn. When she is focused, the world falls away, definitely needs someone watching her six in the field. Habit of pushing up her glasses when she has to tell someone something unpleasant, her subconscious way of mentally squaring up.
Family, Friends, and Associates: Parents are Lila and Henry Laine, still living. A brother who is a computer engineer, Roy, who is now married and has two kids with his wife Mari.
Bonds - Her father, Henry, quiet and reserved he is a hard worker and despite his absence from the household he made time for his children. There was a time when Heather thought he would be better off divorced but he told her ‘you don’t give up on those you love.’ For better or worse. Despite the obvious hardship, that stuck with the normally aloof teen and the few friends she did make she held onto.
Mariana Jones, PhD - Her best friend from University who is a psychologist with the San Francisco police department, they FaceTime from opposite sides of the continent and still go on a shared vacation once a year. This year the plan is a week in the French countryside.
Special Agent Alex Bakker - A very close friend and ex lover, timing and professionalism prevented anything romantically serious but she values his honest criticism and support as both friend and colleague.
Likes: Clove cigarettes, red wine, her cats, card games, YouTube tutorials, travel, reading, music (from punk to classical), skateboarding
Dislikes: Her first name, Heather. Douchebag judgemental people. Management who are only there to stamp their cards and kiss ass. Narrow minded thinking.
Fears: What is evil? Is it always human or is there something else. Does something compel a seemingly normal person to do horrible acts or is it just in our genes, hidden and held down by society's rules and religion. Failure. To be like her mother, inconsistent, selfish, vain, and manipulative.
Skills:
Gifted: Psychology, Forensics
Adept: Anthropology, Criminology, Persuade
Average: Marksmanship handguns, Awareness. History
Novice: Archaeology, First Aid, Computer Science, Hand-to-Hand
Weaknesses: Physical: Not as strong as most in the group, she has a more sedentary job and lifestyle, she only works out to be able to wear her favorite dresses. While trained in hand to hand combat, she would rather avoid it. Nonphysical: Vanity, imperfect perfectionism, indecisive, detachment, contrary and sometimes unpredictable
Off-Duty Clothing/Equipment: Band t-shirts. Whatever it is, it’s black. Except a good pair of blue jeans.
Clothing: Black. Work is tailored business suits/dresses with a vintage flare.
Weapons: 9mm Glock, standard issue FBI firearm, switchblade
Tools/Equipment: She has a Samsung Galaxy S10, Surface Laptop, Kindle full of useful texts on psychology, criminology
Operational Clothing/Equipment:
Clothing: FBI windbreaker, hideous; standard issue BDUs
Weapons: 9mm Glock, standard issue FBI firearm
Age: 34, born January 30 1985
Gender: Female
Appearance: 5’8’’, hourglass build, fit but does not obsess on the gym; black hair that is short and straight, cut in a bob with bangs. She only wears black or gray, generally fitted knee length skirts and high heels when in the office, slacks and flats when in the field, she carries a pair of Doc Martens in her car just in case she is needed in an actual field. Her green eyes behind her black framed cat eye glasses gleam with intelligence and subtle wit. Naturally pale, she avoids the sun like she owes it money.
A few tattoos including a bat in black ink on her right upper chest/shoulder and a death's head moth on the upper left. A few others on her shoulders to be listed as I think of them but always covered in professional settings.
Agency/Organization:FBI, former special agent, now a profiler with the Behavioral Science Unit and works as a consultant to both private and other law enforcement teams.
Education:PhD in forensic psychology earned at University of California, Irvine; minor in social anthropology 2003-2010
Training at Quantico, FBI academy 2010-2011, 2011-2013 as a field agent before transferring to research and then the Behavioral Science department in 2016
Background: Heather always had an interest in people, not so much to know them but to know how they worked. She was not a gregarious girl but affable enough to be able to make and forget friends quickly. She was the weird kid dressed in black and that never really left her. Instead it has matured into a quick, sharp intelligence that picks up nuances in behavior and body language. There is an air of detachment, both from her childhood as a loner in a crowd and her profession.
The interest in people and her parents dragging her to Mass every other Sunday left her with a deep interest in religion of all kinds. And if it was true, if it has any existence other than what the human mind created and wrote down. Growing up in California she was exposed to all sorts of communities and religions, from Catholic and Judaism to trendy vegan buddhism to satanic self help groups.
Her mother was a failed actress and worked part time substituting as a drama teacher. She was generally narcissistic and relied on a lot of prescriptions to get her through life of broken dreams. Her breakdowns would follow her not getting her way, either from her husband or a situation in her social/professional life.
Her father was a construction engineer, a kind and encouraging man but often absent while working on projects. They moved a few times but never far from Los Angeles. Her formative years were in Van Nuys, home of surfers and beach culture but her interest and social life in highschool lay in the concrete ditches and shabby punk clubs that sprung up in the grimy borderlands between the crime ridden gang filled neighborhoods and the well off middle class. She maneuvered the social scene as an outsider and ended up hanging out with punks and skinheads, ska kids and goths, the other outsiders. Her first love and first broken heart came from a boy with a blue mohawk. Her best friend and the group drifted away after highschool but she treasures the memories.
College It was only during college and her psychology training did she understand why she was like this, her attachment issues and fear of rejection. She had built walls made of emotional scars from her neglectful parents and she has worked to bring them down with the right people. She has few that she would call close friends, those now distant since they are married and starting families while she is still single. All except her best friend, her sister from another mister, Mariana Jones. They both majored in forensic psychology, they competed against and supported each other through college and the rigours of the UC PhD program.
A brush with the Void As a teenager, she was at a beach party at night and went for a walk under the pier, listening to the tide and only had a small penlight to guide herself over rocks when she tripped and found herself face first on the corpse of a missing girl. She screamed but the crash of incoming waves covered it and she saw what haunts her still. A tear in the darkness where no stars or distant city lights could penetrate and a hideous growling laugh, from the throat of Hell itself. She got up and ran back, screaming for help and could not shake the feeling of being followed. To this day she still suffers nightmares of the voice and the unfathomable darkness. When talking to the police, she was told she must have imagined it and outwardly she agreed but the image never left her. The horror on the dead girl’s face, frozen in a rictus of insanity. What had she seen when she died? Over the years, Heather convinced herself it must have been a human killer, someone sadistic and evil but human. Since the 1960s California was no stranger to serial killers and this must be one of them.
This event was a catalyst for her driving passion to understand the human mind and in particular what makes a criminal. Recruited straight out of her PhD program, she made the cross country trip to visit FBI headquarters and never looked back. This was her home, among the best and brightest investigative minds.
Career WIP Currently she is involved with a case of missing teenage girls ranging from 13 to 18 and the bodies of two now recovered brutally murdered. The case has lead her down into the bowels of the dark web and the virulent hate and manipulation that festers there. Working with the FBI cyber crime team they have found important links to one user but pinning down his ISP has proved tricky. He runs a website dedicated to degradation of women and is what one of the cyber agents called a "incel". There are links to his many profiles from Tinder to games aimed at teen girls. She is currently in the process of working up a profile on the suspect in the deaths of the two girls.
Personality: Professional, pleasant, warm and friendly but not overly so, a subtle wit and genuineness make her affable and most would say that she is a good team member, if stubborn. When she is focused, the world falls away, definitely needs someone watching her six in the field. Habit of pushing up her glasses when she has to tell someone something unpleasant, her subconscious way of mentally squaring up.
Family, Friends, and Associates: Parents are Lila and Henry Laine, still living. A brother who is a computer engineer, Roy, who is now married and has two kids with his wife Mari.
Bonds - Her father, Henry, quiet and reserved he is a hard worker and despite his absence from the household he made time for his children. There was a time when Heather thought he would be better off divorced but he told her ‘you don’t give up on those you love.’ For better or worse. Despite the obvious hardship, that stuck with the normally aloof teen and the few friends she did make she held onto.
Mariana Jones, PhD - Her best friend from University who is a psychologist with the San Francisco police department, they FaceTime from opposite sides of the continent and still go on a shared vacation once a year. This year the plan is a week in the French countryside.
Special Agent Alex Bakker - A very close friend and ex lover, timing and professionalism prevented anything romantically serious but she values his honest criticism and support as both friend and colleague.
Likes: Clove cigarettes, red wine, her cats, card games, YouTube tutorials, travel, reading, music (from punk to classical), skateboarding
Dislikes: Her first name, Heather. Douchebag judgemental people. Management who are only there to stamp their cards and kiss ass. Narrow minded thinking.
Fears: What is evil? Is it always human or is there something else. Does something compel a seemingly normal person to do horrible acts or is it just in our genes, hidden and held down by society's rules and religion. Failure. To be like her mother, inconsistent, selfish, vain, and manipulative.
Skills:
Gifted: Psychology, Forensics
Adept: Anthropology, Criminology, Persuade
Average: Marksmanship handguns, Awareness. History
Novice: Archaeology, First Aid, Computer Science, Hand-to-Hand
Weaknesses: Physical: Not as strong as most in the group, she has a more sedentary job and lifestyle, she only works out to be able to wear her favorite dresses. While trained in hand to hand combat, she would rather avoid it. Nonphysical: Vanity, imperfect perfectionism, indecisive, detachment, contrary and sometimes unpredictable
Off-Duty Clothing/Equipment: Band t-shirts. Whatever it is, it’s black. Except a good pair of blue jeans.
Clothing: Black. Work is tailored business suits/dresses with a vintage flare.
Weapons: 9mm Glock, standard issue FBI firearm, switchblade
Tools/Equipment: She has a Samsung Galaxy S10, Surface Laptop, Kindle full of useful texts on psychology, criminology
Operational Clothing/Equipment:
Clothing: FBI windbreaker, hideous; standard issue BDUs
Weapons: 9mm Glock, standard issue FBI firearm
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