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The British One
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11 yrs ago
Currently living inside Life is Strange.
11 yrs ago
I'm baaaaaaaaaaaack.
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Name
Alexis Chandle
Age
27
Gender
Female
Description
Wears a black business suit (with trousers rather than a skirt) with either a white or light blue blouse and plain black leather shoes. In colder weather she has a waterproof greatcoat of a charcoal grey shade.
Personality
Generally affable and bright-spirited, Alexis is one able to slip herself into most environments. While she is friendly both on the surface and underneath she also has the emotional detachment to use people. Unfortunately this only comes into play when she knows from the outset that they will be a tool or pawn; she cannot simply cut off attachment once any has been made and this can lead to her becoming emotionally compromised. So far it has only led to strife after the fact but it may well lead to a situation where she abandons her duty when the attachment proves too much.
Occupation:
NAIL Agent.
Equipment
Standard fare, no 'gizmos or gadgets'. By trade she is a long range combatant and prefers the use of either a sniper rifle or a semi-automatic assault rifle, always with a scope where possible. She will only have this weapons when she knows she is entering a fight; day to day she carries a SIG-Sauer P226 9mm (a telling detail of her SAS background) and a combat knife. The latter can be found strapped to her ankle and is her weapon of absolute last resort.
Bio:
Alexis was born to British parents, both serving in armed forces. Her father was in Royal Air Force (RAF) serving in logistics while her mother was a field doctor with the 'troopers' as she called them. Both saw active field service several times and the young Alexis was raised almost exclusively by her grandparents, her grandfather having seen service in the Royal Navy during WW2.
It seemed, with this pedigree, inevitable that she would eventually enrol in the military. With her success in academics and other activities consistent she was soon approached by the more highly skilled divisions. By the time she reached the age of 23 she had gone through the Royal Marines, serving as a linguistics officer for the Ministry of Defence's (MoD) Chief of Staff (French and Spanish her known languages), onto the SAS as an active field agent.
She was largely posted in the UK for domestic defence but served abroad in France, alongside their special forces, and in Iraq for a brief period to ensure that outposts being handed over to the country's own military weren't overrun by enemy forces. She had no fondness for her job and disliked the fight in Iraq, having difficult connecting her mission there and the benefit it brought to her country's people in the way that was pitched by politicians. Nevertheless she carried out her duties impeccably and on returning to the UK she retired, moving to the US where her elder brother had been deployed years ago and had eventually settled.
When trouble began to brew in Golden Coast Alexis was approached with an invitation to join N.A.I.L. Seeing her chance to employ her skills in a way meant to aid others, with apparently little political meddling, she took up the chance and handed in her notice to the bank she had been employed in for the past two years.
Although a little rusty she has stayed in peak physical condition, a matter of habit rather than deliberate choice by that point in her life, and is ready to serve.
Alexis Chandle
Age
27
Gender
Female
Description
Wears a black business suit (with trousers rather than a skirt) with either a white or light blue blouse and plain black leather shoes. In colder weather she has a waterproof greatcoat of a charcoal grey shade.
Personality
Generally affable and bright-spirited, Alexis is one able to slip herself into most environments. While she is friendly both on the surface and underneath she also has the emotional detachment to use people. Unfortunately this only comes into play when she knows from the outset that they will be a tool or pawn; she cannot simply cut off attachment once any has been made and this can lead to her becoming emotionally compromised. So far it has only led to strife after the fact but it may well lead to a situation where she abandons her duty when the attachment proves too much.
Occupation:
NAIL Agent.
Equipment
Standard fare, no 'gizmos or gadgets'. By trade she is a long range combatant and prefers the use of either a sniper rifle or a semi-automatic assault rifle, always with a scope where possible. She will only have this weapons when she knows she is entering a fight; day to day she carries a SIG-Sauer P226 9mm (a telling detail of her SAS background) and a combat knife. The latter can be found strapped to her ankle and is her weapon of absolute last resort.
Bio:
Alexis was born to British parents, both serving in armed forces. Her father was in Royal Air Force (RAF) serving in logistics while her mother was a field doctor with the 'troopers' as she called them. Both saw active field service several times and the young Alexis was raised almost exclusively by her grandparents, her grandfather having seen service in the Royal Navy during WW2.
It seemed, with this pedigree, inevitable that she would eventually enrol in the military. With her success in academics and other activities consistent she was soon approached by the more highly skilled divisions. By the time she reached the age of 23 she had gone through the Royal Marines, serving as a linguistics officer for the Ministry of Defence's (MoD) Chief of Staff (French and Spanish her known languages), onto the SAS as an active field agent.
She was largely posted in the UK for domestic defence but served abroad in France, alongside their special forces, and in Iraq for a brief period to ensure that outposts being handed over to the country's own military weren't overrun by enemy forces. She had no fondness for her job and disliked the fight in Iraq, having difficult connecting her mission there and the benefit it brought to her country's people in the way that was pitched by politicians. Nevertheless she carried out her duties impeccably and on returning to the UK she retired, moving to the US where her elder brother had been deployed years ago and had eventually settled.
When trouble began to brew in Golden Coast Alexis was approached with an invitation to join N.A.I.L. Seeing her chance to employ her skills in a way meant to aid others, with apparently little political meddling, she took up the chance and handed in her notice to the bank she had been employed in for the past two years.
Although a little rusty she has stayed in peak physical condition, a matter of habit rather than deliberate choice by that point in her life, and is ready to serve.
@GiantWe're working on a simultaneous post at the moment so don't worry - focus on your exams first and foremost.
Looks like fun. I'll have a CS up shortly.
"Boss, huh? I like that." Rhiannon crossed the room and shook the Consultant's hand enthusiastically. A lot of detectives disliked working with 'laymen' but that was a foolish attitude; in murder cases, especially ones as unusual as this, having an outsider could help bring things down to earth or come up with refreshing new theories. "Good to meet you, David. Rhiannon Jones. I look forward to seeing what you bring to our team."
She turned back to the leg and eyed it thoughtfully before walking towards it and gesturing to the limb casually.
"So, David, what do you make of this? There's so much theatre here and this is just the beginning of it. There's blood where there's no body part and no trail and the way the victim was crudely hacked apart... we're either dealing with a serial killer, someone who's suffering a psychotic break or someone who wants it to look like one of the two to throw us off their trail."
David looked between the Kitchen limb, and the foyer with a stoic outlook. “Well for first impressions, this killer might actually be more methodical than psychotic. Notice the lack of blood trail? Perhaps he or she killed the victim in the foyer, bagged the body , cut it up then hang some around like ornaments. As to why I don’t know, art? Justice? Revenge? Not much to go on so far.” David paused for a moment scratching his chin. “Or our killer may have killed the victim before he or she set foot in this house, perhaps the scene was a setup for us. To confuse us. But we don’t know enough yet. I doubt any of my conjectures at this point will actually turn it out to be what actually happened”.
Rhiannon nodded her head in agreement, a slow smile spreading across her face. "So we agree - to me this looks to be purposefully done although the motive behind it I don't see just yet. Also I expect the body was... dismembered off-site and then staged here. Once the ME and CSU have done their stuff we'll have a clearer picture."
She leaned in close and looked at the leg, observing the feminine shape of the muscles and tendons. All the evidence certainly seemed to point to the identity of the victim being the lady of the house. But then where the hell was the head? And why hide it when displaying all the other parts so overtly? The whole thing was designed to unsettle those investigating and that in itself worried her; it showed either a crazed mind or a coldly calculating one.
"I think it might be an idea for you and I to talk to the neighbours... well, the neighbours' wives. This kind of community they'll go to all those pointless community clubs. Knitting and whatever which they hate doing but their husbands expect them to do. No wonder they say the Suffragettes suffered in vain."
David nodded, letting Rhiannon take the lead.
She swept out of the room and out onto the porch, nodding to the still queasy-looking patrol man standing guard outside. After looking up and down the street she decided to start with the house to their left and strode past the identically painted wooden fences and up to the neighbour's identical door, knocking with her badge at the ready.
Eventually a wizened old lady pulled the door open and peered over the rims of her half-moon spectacles.
"I suppose you're here to ask some questions about the lady next door? Come on in, I've prepared the tea..."
Rhiannon was left speechless for a moment as the elderly lady turned and whisked back into the house with surprising energy, glancing at David with an expression that emphasised the novelty of the situation, before accepting the lady's invitation and entering the house.
She turned back to the leg and eyed it thoughtfully before walking towards it and gesturing to the limb casually.
"So, David, what do you make of this? There's so much theatre here and this is just the beginning of it. There's blood where there's no body part and no trail and the way the victim was crudely hacked apart... we're either dealing with a serial killer, someone who's suffering a psychotic break or someone who wants it to look like one of the two to throw us off their trail."
David looked between the Kitchen limb, and the foyer with a stoic outlook. “Well for first impressions, this killer might actually be more methodical than psychotic. Notice the lack of blood trail? Perhaps he or she killed the victim in the foyer, bagged the body , cut it up then hang some around like ornaments. As to why I don’t know, art? Justice? Revenge? Not much to go on so far.” David paused for a moment scratching his chin. “Or our killer may have killed the victim before he or she set foot in this house, perhaps the scene was a setup for us. To confuse us. But we don’t know enough yet. I doubt any of my conjectures at this point will actually turn it out to be what actually happened”.
Rhiannon nodded her head in agreement, a slow smile spreading across her face. "So we agree - to me this looks to be purposefully done although the motive behind it I don't see just yet. Also I expect the body was... dismembered off-site and then staged here. Once the ME and CSU have done their stuff we'll have a clearer picture."
She leaned in close and looked at the leg, observing the feminine shape of the muscles and tendons. All the evidence certainly seemed to point to the identity of the victim being the lady of the house. But then where the hell was the head? And why hide it when displaying all the other parts so overtly? The whole thing was designed to unsettle those investigating and that in itself worried her; it showed either a crazed mind or a coldly calculating one.
"I think it might be an idea for you and I to talk to the neighbours... well, the neighbours' wives. This kind of community they'll go to all those pointless community clubs. Knitting and whatever which they hate doing but their husbands expect them to do. No wonder they say the Suffragettes suffered in vain."
David nodded, letting Rhiannon take the lead.
She swept out of the room and out onto the porch, nodding to the still queasy-looking patrol man standing guard outside. After looking up and down the street she decided to start with the house to their left and strode past the identically painted wooden fences and up to the neighbour's identical door, knocking with her badge at the ready.
Eventually a wizened old lady pulled the door open and peered over the rims of her half-moon spectacles.
"I suppose you're here to ask some questions about the lady next door? Come on in, I've prepared the tea..."
Rhiannon was left speechless for a moment as the elderly lady turned and whisked back into the house with surprising energy, glancing at David with an expression that emphasised the novelty of the situation, before accepting the lady's invitation and entering the house.
Julius eyed the sea that was creeping towards them with a degree of mistrust.
"Either you've been awake a lot longer than we have or that's a very quick change in the tide. I don't know of anywhere with that kind of rapidity." He was largely confused but still found himself fascinated by this strange and alien place. The sky, the sea, the desert. None of it made sense. Not a thing. There was no life anywhere, apparently, which worried him but nevertheless fascinated him. He perked up at the mention of a mountain.
"Where?" He asked, more cheerful. The others looked surprised at this sudden change in character so he felt the need to explain himself, calming his nerves temporarily. "Even if there's no rainfall if the mountain is high enough there's sure to be some ice and so water and life. We came out of the sea so the water cycle here can't be life-threatening and it's not so hot that there'd be absolutely no ice at the top of any mountain. The red haze might have something to do with the clouds - after they all, there are essentially a moving mass of moisture. If it was falling to the ground like rain it would probably look like a red haze?" Again, he was musing to himself and found he had veered wildly off his intended conversational course.
"In any case, I agree. The mountain is probably our best chance to find out where we are and the best place to find the necessaries for survival. Who knows? We might be lucky enough to find some intelligent life there."
That was when Tim mentioned the absence of his tie and they saw it disappear underneath the sand, as if dragged down by something.
"That's a bit of an ominous sign..." Julius commented with a nervous laugh.
Trying to move their minds on he slipped his arms out of the loose white shirt he wore over his t-shirt (his vague attempt to be trendy which had ended up being several fashion cycles late) and then wrapped it over his head. He explained his thinking to the others before they could dismiss him as a nutty academic.
"It's not that hot here, at least not right now. But that sun will dehydrate us pretty quickly unless we take some proper precautions."
"Either you've been awake a lot longer than we have or that's a very quick change in the tide. I don't know of anywhere with that kind of rapidity." He was largely confused but still found himself fascinated by this strange and alien place. The sky, the sea, the desert. None of it made sense. Not a thing. There was no life anywhere, apparently, which worried him but nevertheless fascinated him. He perked up at the mention of a mountain.
"Where?" He asked, more cheerful. The others looked surprised at this sudden change in character so he felt the need to explain himself, calming his nerves temporarily. "Even if there's no rainfall if the mountain is high enough there's sure to be some ice and so water and life. We came out of the sea so the water cycle here can't be life-threatening and it's not so hot that there'd be absolutely no ice at the top of any mountain. The red haze might have something to do with the clouds - after they all, there are essentially a moving mass of moisture. If it was falling to the ground like rain it would probably look like a red haze?" Again, he was musing to himself and found he had veered wildly off his intended conversational course.
"In any case, I agree. The mountain is probably our best chance to find out where we are and the best place to find the necessaries for survival. Who knows? We might be lucky enough to find some intelligent life there."
That was when Tim mentioned the absence of his tie and they saw it disappear underneath the sand, as if dragged down by something.
"That's a bit of an ominous sign..." Julius commented with a nervous laugh.
Trying to move their minds on he slipped his arms out of the loose white shirt he wore over his t-shirt (his vague attempt to be trendy which had ended up being several fashion cycles late) and then wrapped it over his head. He explained his thinking to the others before they could dismiss him as a nutty academic.
"It's not that hot here, at least not right now. But that sun will dehydrate us pretty quickly unless we take some proper precautions."
My sympathies, I understand. That's cool. I look forward to it.
I believe Giant is busy with real life things right now. I will, however, get a post up tomorrow so that we can move along those bits we can to keep some momentum.
@Gareth
Yes, that's fine. If you do need to leave at any point then we'll try and work out a way for you to be worked back in.
Yes, that's fine. If you do need to leave at any point then we'll try and work out a way for you to be worked back in.
@RPforthatPR
You've ignored my points about using autism as an insult and not being suitable for the RP I have planned.
I have had the decency to explain why and have made nothing up. I am simply attempting to avoid any serious confrontation.
You've ignored my points about using autism as an insult and not being suitable for the RP I have planned.
I have had the decency to explain why and have made nothing up. I am simply attempting to avoid any serious confrontation.
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