Post by dave on Jan 7, 2015 4:30:39 GMT
"Carry on, my wayward son/there will be peace when you are done..."
Full Name: David Andrew Franklin
Gender: Male
DoB: 23 Sept. 1958; 57
Hometown: Cleveland, Ohio
Height: 6'2''(191 cm)
Weight: 178 lbs (I'm not gonna do the math to convert it)
Defining features: He wears a beard.
Occupation and organization: counter-intel, US State Department.
Area Assigned: M-unit!
Crinimal record: Minor traffic violations.
Personality: He is a warm, cordial man. He understands the importance of hard work; therefore, he pushes his people gently. He also does some advocacy on the job for minorities.
Likes: cats, cheese sticks, solving the case, bourbon.
Dislikes: rude people, pineapple, when the criminals get away, boringness.
History: Dave grew up a poooor, mostly Black neighborhood of Cleveland. His father was a cop, but was shot by a perp and died when David was very little. His mother never remarried and raised him and his four brothers alone. His two oldest brothers got into gangs, but David, the third in line, was clean cut, and preferred to play sports. He got involved in Junior Football, and in the Church he attended, Cleveland First Baptist church. With those outlets, he managed to make it through elementary and middle school with decent grades and without a lot of trouble. High school came, and he was integrated into a large high school in west Cleveland, where there were more students of other races. There, he learned about music, and decided to follow in his father's footsteps and get into law enforcement. He went to Kent State University, getting a Bachelors degree in Criminal Justice. He went on to get an MA in Criminal Justice with a concentration in Global Security, also from Kent. He then joined the FBI, worked there for ten years, before transferring to the State Department. At first, he did special ops for the US Government, but an injury in the field caused him to change to cold cases, where he stumbled into the "X"-files, and he begun to investigate those. He was asked to join the M unit a few weeks ago, and since he's been wanting to get out into the field again, he said yes.
In his personal life, Dave is a divorcee, and has a daughter, Isabella (Belle), and a son, David Jr. His exwife is Renee, and is a doctor. His daughter is a lawyer, and his son is a cop in Cleveland.
Rp Sample:0900 Hours
Meropis Fly-over Space
Paisley's cruiser
She came to in a cloudy haze. Her blue eyes opened, and she shut her eyes immediately in the dim glare of the emergency lighting. She groaned. She HURT. She was about 99% sure her left leg was broken, and she could feel the dried blood crusting near her ear. Lovely. She opened her eyes again, slowly, one at a time. She looked around the ceiling-the damage was BAD. She sat up, gingerly, and looked around. Her operating console was out, and she had a HUGE gap where her chair should've been. Nice.
She wasn't going to be able to stand, so with all her might, she combat-crawled across the floor to her first-aid kit, and, on the way, snatched her radio off the nearby console. She didn't know if it would even work, but she could TRY. She HAD to try. She pulled a few things out of her kit-some band-aids, pain releliver and a bottle of water. She only had provisions for one day. Damn pirates.
She bandaged some cuts on her hand, popped a few pills, and then held the radio to her lips. She turned it on...and lucky her, it WORKED. She didn't know where she was, nor where she had even BEEN, but hopefully SOMEONE was close enough to hear her.
SOS. I am Paisley Gregorovich of Heliv. I've been hit, need a medic. Repeat, medic needed. SOS. She sighed, and sank back down again, closing her eyes and succumbing to the pain.
Full Name: David Andrew Franklin
Gender: Male
DoB: 23 Sept. 1958; 57
Hometown: Cleveland, Ohio
Height: 6'2''(191 cm)
Weight: 178 lbs (I'm not gonna do the math to convert it)
Defining features: He wears a beard.
Occupation and organization: counter-intel, US State Department.
Area Assigned: M-unit!
Crinimal record: Minor traffic violations.
Personality: He is a warm, cordial man. He understands the importance of hard work; therefore, he pushes his people gently. He also does some advocacy on the job for minorities.
Likes: cats, cheese sticks, solving the case, bourbon.
Dislikes: rude people, pineapple, when the criminals get away, boringness.
History: Dave grew up a poooor, mostly Black neighborhood of Cleveland. His father was a cop, but was shot by a perp and died when David was very little. His mother never remarried and raised him and his four brothers alone. His two oldest brothers got into gangs, but David, the third in line, was clean cut, and preferred to play sports. He got involved in Junior Football, and in the Church he attended, Cleveland First Baptist church. With those outlets, he managed to make it through elementary and middle school with decent grades and without a lot of trouble. High school came, and he was integrated into a large high school in west Cleveland, where there were more students of other races. There, he learned about music, and decided to follow in his father's footsteps and get into law enforcement. He went to Kent State University, getting a Bachelors degree in Criminal Justice. He went on to get an MA in Criminal Justice with a concentration in Global Security, also from Kent. He then joined the FBI, worked there for ten years, before transferring to the State Department. At first, he did special ops for the US Government, but an injury in the field caused him to change to cold cases, where he stumbled into the "X"-files, and he begun to investigate those. He was asked to join the M unit a few weeks ago, and since he's been wanting to get out into the field again, he said yes.
In his personal life, Dave is a divorcee, and has a daughter, Isabella (Belle), and a son, David Jr. His exwife is Renee, and is a doctor. His daughter is a lawyer, and his son is a cop in Cleveland.
Rp Sample:0900 Hours
Meropis Fly-over Space
Paisley's cruiser
She came to in a cloudy haze. Her blue eyes opened, and she shut her eyes immediately in the dim glare of the emergency lighting. She groaned. She HURT. She was about 99% sure her left leg was broken, and she could feel the dried blood crusting near her ear. Lovely. She opened her eyes again, slowly, one at a time. She looked around the ceiling-the damage was BAD. She sat up, gingerly, and looked around. Her operating console was out, and she had a HUGE gap where her chair should've been. Nice.
She wasn't going to be able to stand, so with all her might, she combat-crawled across the floor to her first-aid kit, and, on the way, snatched her radio off the nearby console. She didn't know if it would even work, but she could TRY. She HAD to try. She pulled a few things out of her kit-some band-aids, pain releliver and a bottle of water. She only had provisions for one day. Damn pirates.
She bandaged some cuts on her hand, popped a few pills, and then held the radio to her lips. She turned it on...and lucky her, it WORKED. She didn't know where she was, nor where she had even BEEN, but hopefully SOMEONE was close enough to hear her.
SOS. I am Paisley Gregorovich of Heliv. I've been hit, need a medic. Repeat, medic needed. SOS. She sighed, and sank back down again, closing her eyes and succumbing to the pain.
