TrippyNightmareJoel Grau
Character Summary
Name: Joel Günther Grau
Aliases: 'Hans', Jo
Age: 27
Birthday: November 5th
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Birth Place: Munich, Germany
Apartment Number: To Be Randomly Assigned By Gm - Leave Blank
Gender: Male
Major/Minor: Astrophysics/Chemistry
Occupation: Heer Bundeswehr - Hauptgefreiter (German Army)
Languages: German (Natural) English (Fluent)
Appearance
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 192lbs
Build: Muscular, Mesomorphic
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Bald head, thin blonde beard
Skin Tone: Pale White
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Collection of smaller scars along his left thigh, and the side of his torso, along with a few along his left hand and forearm.
Personal Style: Joel doesn't care much for fashion, his usual dress tending to be based far more on practicality and comfort than anything else. Generally he'll wear little more than a pair of jeans, shirts in various shades of grey, black and green. The one piece of clothing he's usually seen wearing is a military-style jacket, but other than that he wears nothing which indicates his career. Obviously, Joel doesn't do anything with his hair, as he doesn't really have any - though he keeps his beard trimmed very close to his face, looking after what little hair he does have.
He doesn't have any tattoos, and views the idea of them as unseemly - however he doesn't particularly have an issue with anyone getting them. He generally takes good care of his skin to keep it as clear as he is able, but doesn't make much of an effort to cover the scars which dot the left side of his body, for the most part - they aren't particularly visible under his clothing anyway. All-in-all, Joel is a fairly attractive man, with defined features and a build pointing to a relatively healthy lifestyle filled with exercise and proper eating.
Psychology
Humorous * Professional * Organized * Headstrong
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: When Joel puts his mind toward something, he's generally remarkably driven to reach whatever goal he's set before him. While on the outside Joel is an approachable, friendly and generally comedic character, he is also remarkably professional, and holds his appearance - especially to those he doesn't know - as one of his highest priorities. He regularly makes an effort to keep any area he's in as neat and tidy as he is able, and always cleans up after himself - even when assistance is offered. There has been many a time when hotel staff have come to Joel's room to find the sheets already ironed and the bed made perfectly.
Joel has always had an attitude that necessity comes before pleasure, and as a result, he's never particularly held a focus or too strong of a desire to seek out any sort of romantic attachment. Primarily, his focus throughout his schooling was on his education, as was the case through his BSc, and during his time in the military, his focus has been on that career. As a result, most of his 'relationships' have been little more than a few one night stands.
Joel has a habit of getting along with anyone and everyone - he's met a lot of different sorts of people in the military, from snobs, to jokers, to general idiots - and he generally can find a way to get on with any of them. He's generally approachable, and often making jokes himself of any kind.
Habits: Taking apart objects and putting them back together, this goes for just about anything, from pens to computers, to car engines and weapons. Also has a regular twitch in his left arm, particularly when he is agitated, he tends to end up picking at his scars when doing this.
Hobbies: Studying Physics, Smoking, Boxing/Martial Arts
Fears:
- Loud, Sudden Noises (Fireworks/Explosive noises)
- Isolation
- Heights
Likes:
- Jazz Music
- Old Movies
- Spicy Food
- Boxing
- Coffee
- Astronomy
Dislikes:
- Disco Music
- Sweet Food
- Horror Movies
- Tennis
- Puzzles
- Astrology
History
What Brings You To India: Joel has been in need of some time off for a long while, having only returned from a tour in Afghanistan, he has taken out an extended leave and has been looking for how to spend it. Claire, an old friend of his from a rather interesting trip he'd taken a few years back, spoke to him about a hotel in India her brother was staying at. With the thought coming to mind, Joel decided to give it a go, and made a booking at the Best Exotic.
History: Joel was born in Munich, Bavaria to Jacob and Erika Grau, a Botanist and a Lawyer. His childhood was simple and happy, with very little drama at any point. Joel was a hard worker, and a good child, the oldest, as a pair of siblings, a sister and a brother, would follow in a few years. He got along well with his siblings, and learned well from his parents example, avoiding trouble whenever it arose, and dedicating himself to his studies, and to the goal of giving his parents something to be proud of. He learned English at a young age from his mother, and took up French in high school out of interest. Throughout his schooling career, Joel showed a keen interest in science, encouraged by his father - and went on to pursue a degree in Physics at the University of Munich.
It was while he was in University that Joel began to pay more and more attention to world affairs, particularly taking an interest in the growing unrest and conflict in Afghanistan and Iraq - particularly his countries involvement in it. Personally viewing great worth in the involvement, Joel made a few visits to Bundeswehr recruiting offices during the first years of his degree, and eventually decided he would enlist - receiving a scholarship from the Bundeswehr to finish his degree before he enlisted properly. Eventually graduating with honours, Joel trained to become an explosives technician in the German Army, and after a year and a half of military work in Munich, he was deployed to Afghanistan.
Joel's first deployment went mostly without incident, he saw only a little combat, and experienced only one casualty in his unit during his time there. His second deployment, two years later, was far less quiet. By that time, the danger had increased significantly, and he saw far more combat as a result. Joel was eventually wounded in a landmine explosion, in which a good friend - Alex Shultz, was killed. Shultz was treated for his injuries and remained for the rest of his deployment. Interviewed by Psychiatrists on his return home, it was established that, while Joel did not suffer from PTSD of any major form, he was not capable to remain in his role, and he was transferred to general infantry. Joel returned for one more tour in Afghanistan, and currently he serves as a member of PzGrenBtl 561 in Munich.
Extras
Character Quote: “My head’ll explode if I continue with this escapism.”
Theme Song: What would be playing when they walk up if we were in a movie?
Anything Else:
Lucas Walsh
&
Risa Couri
&
Risa Couri
Location: Braun Mansion, New York State
Interacting With: Each Other, A Waiter
Interacting With: Each Other, A Waiter
Lucas had only been to the United States a few times, once as a tourist during his years at University, only spending his time in Los Angeles, and once more for work, infiltrating the Irish mob in Boston. Both times he'd only spent his stay within the city, so this was his first time experiencing the countryside - and he had to admit, it had a great beauty to it, but perhaps that had to do with the stunning, decadent and massive mansion he and Risa had just arrived at.
Risa leaned back in her seat, her arm laced through Lucas's as she looked out the window. She had spent much more time in New York than he had, having to attend multiple events over the years with the U.N. She preferred D.C. but she had to admit the scenery was beautiful. Looking at the mansion as they arrived she sat up and adjusted her dress some, she hated the thing and could not wait to change; having several sets of clothing stashed in various places so she could get out of the dress as quickly as possible.
"Y'think they'll let me keep the car?" Lucas asked idly, running his hands over the steering wheel one last time before he opened the door to step out.
"Only if we dent it, then maybe," she chuckled as she looked over towards him. Argus had generously provided them with a BMW i8 for the drive out to Braun's mansion, one with a few agent-worthy modifications of course, and gorgeous enough to allow Lucas and Risa to fit into the shoes they were supposed to be filling, a couple of millionaire party-goers. Closing the door behind him, he moved over to her side of the car, gently opening the door as he held a hand out toward her, a half-smile gracing his face as he watched her, waiting to help her out of the car. Rise smiled gently towards him as she rested her hand in his and stepped out of the car, her dress cascading down her body as her thick braid rested on her shoulder.
"Don't know why you kick up such a fuss about the dress, I think you look stunning." Lucas commented idly with a smirk, closing the door behind her once she was out and locking it as he moved toward the entrance, following a few other couples in.
"I still say you should be wearing this, would provide for a greater diversion," she whispered against his ear.
It wasn't hard to pick out the killers, thieves and drug lords from the other guests, they all had the same knowing looks, and each seemed far less pleased to be there than the millionaires and movie stars. The latter was a mold which Lucas fit in to surprisingly well, considering his past, a smile on his face as a waiter approached the pair, asking for any specific drinks the two desired.
"I'll have a glass of the best whisky on offer, on the rocks." Lucas established simply, he wasn't usually one for fancy drinks, and wasn't going to conform to the stereotype by getting something as silly as a Vodka Martini, shaken not stirred. Shifting his gaze over to Risa momentarily, he allowed her to make her order while he shifted his gaze over the gala, it didn't take long for him to spot Mr. Braun, the man was greeting a few of the individuals who'd come in just before them, no doubt he'd approach the two in a similar manner.
"Yes, Cognac: Martin, Louis Xiii," she said with a curt nod before turning her attention back towards the Gala, her eyes falling on Braun.
Hearing as the waiter gave a 'very good' to their orders and moved off, Lucas smiled as he held out his arm to Risa, letting her take it before he moved down the stairs to the main event, the sound of chatter only barely overpowering the sound of the band toward the back of the room.
"You went to these kind of things often? I could get used to parties like these." Lucas commented as he glanced around, forgetting for a moment or two that he was there to work, not play. He'd spotted the security, larger men in the same black suits, no visible weapons but on a few, Lucas could spot the telltale lump of a concealed weapon, from the shape, he figured an MP7, or something similar, he doubted he'd end up in a gunfight that night, but the heavy armament was something to note, nonetheless.
"Yes, all too often for my tastes," she said with a smirk as she stood there with her arm laced through his. "And trust me my dear, you'll be hating it quickly I imagine, especially once you have to mingle," she snickered. She knew how much Lucas hated the uppity types and this place was spilling over with them.
Lucas went to make on of his usual vomiting noises, but forced himself not to at the risk of drawing some unwanted attention from the other party-goers. A momentary smirk gracing his face, he decided to repay the sort of teasing she had been giving him, leaning over to hover his lips by her ear.
"I'm sure it won't be all bad - some good looking women, after all." Lucas smirked, shifting his gaze over to the Waiter as he returned, taking his drink with his free hand and taking a long drink, a slight and momentary sneer on his face as he felt the sharp sting of the high-class, top shelf whiskey running down his throat.
"Yes there are, and some very handsome men. I wonder if there is a couple that would like to play tonight," Risa said without missing a beat as she took her glass off the waiters tray and swirled it slowly as it warmed against the palm of her hand. "I am sure there are some who wouldn't mind me not wearing this getup," she said as she glanced over towards Lucas, teasing him before she took a slow sip. As much as she taunted the man, it was always in jest towards him. Neither of them seemed to take the others threats seriously. Neither was the jealous type and Risa was more than secure; self confidence was something neither of them lacked.
Braun was still eagerly chatting with a few of the other guests, not that Lucas was displeased, he had no real desire to speak to the man at all if he could avoid it, or any other guest for that matter. Just as Risa had said, his enjoyment would rapidly dissipate once he was chatting to the other snobs who were present.
"Y'know, everyone here looks like a near carbon-copy of Oliver," Lucas groaned quietly, forcing himself to hide the sneer which threatened to reveal itself. "Hell, even I look like the bastard." He continued in a hushed tone, glancing down to his own attire. He'd been provided with a rather fanciful velvet smoking jacket, which while visually appealing, was still a bit high-end for Lucas' taste, the black bow tie around his neck was tight enough to be giving his neck a light squeeze, but just loose enough to be comfortable. Either way, he figured he had the better end of the deal not being in her dress.
"Hardly," she whispered as she leaned against him, taking another sip. "I'll go deal with our host, you just wait for my signal," she said before brushing her lips against his cheek and sauntering off. Her hips swaying as she made her way over towards their host with a graceful smile playing on her lips.
- Joel has also never had an official, serious relationship with a woman before, his previous ones being little more than occasional sexual encounters.
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