*smiles* I'm interested in an investigator role, but I'll have to check out the game a little more, to see if I can keep up with you guys!
EDIT: I might as well post my guy while I have him.Act I. The ProfileBirth Name
: Samuel “Sammy” JenkinsName
: same as above, but most people have a tendency to call him JenkinsAge
: 28 – looks ageSex
: Officer of the goddamn LawRole
: The LawAct II. The DiagnosticsHeight
: Dark ChocolateBirth Mark
: Marine Corps. Insignia on right bicep, “Semper Fi” written aboveDistinguishable Mark/Scar
: NoneAct III. The DossierLikes
: Music, Movies, and Criminals who resist arrest. Sexually, he’s pretty vanilla, outside of his voyeuristic tendencies. Fetishes include curvy women with big asses and/or large breasts. Will frequent the occasional strip club when off duty.Dislikes
: Stooges too stupid to talk, and criminal middle management too rich to stay in jail. And small dogs…absolutely hates small dogs. As far as sex goes, this particular character won’t do bondage, rape, watersports, scat…outside of that, check out the preferences.Attitude
: Sarcastic, Cynical, and completely at home with his new position in Burden City. He acts like he’s been there forever, and can come off as a little cocky. To him, criminals are criminals. Lock em up or take a chance with paperwork and IA by putting them down. He’s not a black and white, by the book kind of character. Life has given him a very interesting set of experiences where he feels that the very notion of crime will always exist, as such, he is more likely to overlook someone’s minor law infraction, especially
when that person can help him land bigger prey. After all, he wants to do the big game hunting. As to the notion of crooked cops, well… as a Marine, there was a bit of an unspoken rule about selling out your brother. He’s found that the same attitude exists in the police force. He won’t rat someone out that’s he’s seen on the take, but he won’t work too hard to pull their asses out of a fire either. Simply put, you reap what you sow.Habit/Twitch
: Named his service pistol “Irene”Quote
: “Just as every cop is a criminal, and all the sinners saints…” Weapons
: 9mm pistol, handcuffs,some plasticuffs, a riot stick and a bullet proof vest. Keeps an Benelli M1 Super 90 shotgun w. pistol grip in his trunk that he likes to keep handy…you know, for close encounters.History
: Jenkins grew up hard. Take your pick. Alcoholic mother, absent father, or no real family at all, it doesn’t matter. He wasn’t home enough to experience the failings of those that birthed him. He had enough of his own trouble running with a group of kids who thought they were big enough to hold weight. He found independence and respect from his peers…until he got pinched. Then he saw that he didn’t have shit. There’s a quote from Grandmaster Flash’s “White Lines” that drew a perfect parallel to his situation:
A street kid gets arrested, gonna do some time
He got out three years from now just to commit more crime
A businessman is caught with 24 kilos
He’s out on bail and out of jail
And that’s the way it goes
When it all boiled down, he wasn’t as big as he thought, but he was lucky. Like something straight outta a movie, he was given the permission to join the military or face jail time. Hard time. It was no real surprise that he found himself in warm-up clothes doing jumping jacks at the crack of dawn, but when he found himself later ducking RPGs and shitty spray and pray militias on “police actions”…well, he wondered if making little rocks outta big rocks would have been the better choice.
He survived (barely) and found himself without a real need to make it a career. Though he loved his brothers in green, he couldn’t help but see his situation as half full. Jenkins has a long memory, and he saw his position as little better than when he was first arrested, so he put in his walking papers and used the veteran perks to actually get an education on something other than dismantling his rifle and seedy off-base strip joints. With a little can-do attitude and hard work he thought little of at the time, he was able to graduate with a four year degree in Business Administration. Though he loved the job he was able to land, despite its headaches, but he found himself missing something. Purpose, perhaps. He’d spent a good amount of time defending people who’d never knew his name, but that defender side of him never fully left when he walked.
Maybe he wasn’t as much of a cynic as he thought.
Police Academy was a minor bump in the road for him and even while a patrolman, people knew he had what it took to go Detective. Politics, whoever, were a bitch and those slots went to those less…suited for the task. Burden City happened to have a shortage of Investigators, however, and one look at a paper could tell you why. Batman would have a hard enough time here, so why the hell would he be stupid enough to apply? The answer was simple. That’s where the action was. Grudgingly accepted with a shining list of recommendations, Jenkins was welcomed into the house that crime built, and given the keys to shine the grime, one day at a time.