Pundii

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

Liam Matthews

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Location: Town Center
Interacting With: Daniyal @Witch Cat

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Liam continued to rub his head for a few moments as the pain subsided, sighing as he felt a hand on his shoulder. Glancing up and over his shoulder at the witch he'd spoken to before, he nodded, not even noticing the knife in his hand. "Yeah, sorry, I just..." He paused for a moment, how could he really explain what had happened to him? He was having visions, he barely even knew what of, but if he'd said that to any normal god-fearing person in the town he'd likely have been tossed in the drunk town or in the really backward spots, shot.

However, there was something about Daniyal, Liam figured he could talk to the man about things, and would probably have been better off doing so. "Today's been kind of weird, every now and then I have these sort of... Visions?" He shrugged, scratching at his chin. "I just get these really strong headaches and then... Flashes of who-knows-what." HE sighed, glancing around. His eyes drifted over Kat and the Reverend's body again, he didn't understand that vision, the Reverend couldn't be there, could he?

Then his eyes found Amy, the doctor, the woman he'd seen with the black eyes. He'd remembered that demon had black eyes before, did that mean Amy was one of them as well? Liam decided to keep that little detail to himself for now, he figured at some point he could splash a little holy water onto her, just to make sure, he didn't want to start a witch hunt if she was just a normal person.

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Darren Andrews

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Location: Town Center
Interacting With: Jade Cornish, @Morose Zachery Carpenter @BlueSky44

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Darren scoffed in amusement at her replies, Darren shrugged his shoulders. "FBI ain't all it's chalked up to be, Darlin', lot of boring voter fraud." He smirked, glancing between the two as Jade finally cut her own sarcasm and snapped at him rather suddenly. It caught him a little off guard, but he didn't show that, nodding his head once. "Of course, detective." He agreed plainly, he figured in the event he did get found out, he could just slip away, like he was used to doing when the feds got a little too picky with what he was doing on a job.

Now that his cover was at least somewhat secure, he moved a little closer to glance over the files as the two looked over them. "Well, that's my case closed, at least." He muttered to himself as he saw the mayor had been killed. It was convenient, meant he didn't need to waste time investigating nothing, and he could focus on actually working. Jade suggested a serial killer, and as Darren glanced back over to the scene still being cleaned up, it was easy to tell she was still a skeptic, most who'd born witness to what had happened would have seen the reality then and there, it was almost charming she still held to her own belief.

As she spoke to him again, he shrugged, taking one of the files and glancing over it. "Well, any oddities about the deceased? Missing hearts, by any chance?" He questioned. Darren's go-to assumption at that moment was a werewolf, after all the people had been mauled and some of those in the town seemed to think it was a bear, Darren knew better though. He knew what was out there, and if he could narrow it down, it'd make things much easier. But then again, he'd spotted some things around just the town center that were out of place, he figured some creatures weren't trying quite as hard to fit in nowadays as they used to.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

I'll have a post up at some point today ideally, I intended to yesterday but i'm having some technical difficulties getting internet on my laptop while i'm at uni. If I can't get a post up while i'm there i'll get one after. Either way it should be before my counter reaches 7 days, sorry for keeping people waiting. ^^

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🦄 After Miranda - A Firefly Rp - Season 1 (Completed)

Jackson Tanner

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Jackson Tanner

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Character Summary

Name: Jackson Tanner
Aliases:

• Jackie - Used by The Captain - Love/Hate
• Jack - Used by The Crew - Likes
• Lieutenant - Used by Veterans - Hates

Age: 37
Birthday: Febuary 27th
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Birth Planet: Shadow
Allegiance: Browncoats
Starting Location: Vengeance
Gender: Male
Occupation: Smuggler - First Mate of Vengeance

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Appearance

Height: 6'1"
Weight: 174lbs
Build: Lean, Muscular
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Light Brown
Skin Tone: Light Tan
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: 32nd Overlanders Regiment Tattoo - Right Bicep, Large shrapnel wound, left thigh
Personal Style: From the way he looks, it'd be pretty clear to see that the war never quite ended for Jackson. He dresses comfortably, and usually always with his brown trenchcoat, along with a red scarf to go with it from time to time. He'll dress differently if the situation requires, but generally he'll wander around in the usual get-up, and always with his holster. He always wears his necklace, cares more about it than his holster, though he keeps it under his shirt around those he doesn't completely trust.

His hair is cut short in a standard military fashion, and he is always clean shaven. He makes at least somewhat of an effort to keep himself groomed, but he isn't too much of a stickler for it, on a rough day, which is rather often, he'll at least have a little stubble. He doesn't particularly bother to style his hair, or anything fancy, Jackson has never been particularly fussed over his appearance.

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Psychology

Loyal * Closed-Off * Good-natured * Overconfident * Idealist * Wiseass

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Widower
Personality: Jackson is a tough, but all-in-all good man. He sees the 'Verse as he believes it should be, and not as it is, and often takes actions to the benefit of others, even at risk to himself. He believes as long as he's one of the 'good guys' he can't really lose, and so he's been noted as fairly overconfident as well. He is fiercely loyal, and for those few who have earned his loyalty, he will never betray them as long as he lives, he lives by a harsh code, and has no intent to break it.

The war changed a great deal about Jackson, once a friendly and open man, he's since become closed off, and dismissive of a great many things. He will avoid any possibility of speaking about the Unification War, and anyone who brings up his wife is likely to get a fist across the jaw. To even come close to mentioning these things, or to talk about them with Jackson - one would have to have worked a long time, and worked very hard to get close to him. From time to time his old self does still shine through, mostly through the wiseass remarks that he makes, usually when he's on-edge.
Habits:

• Tapping his thumb on his gun when tense
• Scratching his Chin

Hobbies:

• Weapon Maintenance
• Poker (Cheating at it, too)

Fears:

• Reavers
• Atmospheric Entries
• Clowns

Likes:

• Cheating (at cards)
• Strawberries
• Target Practice
• Being off-world
• Fist-Fighting
• Working

Dislikes:

• The Alliance
• Downtime
• Being Grounded
• Talking about the last war
• Talking about his wife
• Fancy Folk

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Cards On The Table

General Skills:

• Bribery
• Deception (Bluff)
• Discipline
• Forgery
• Gun Combat
• Leadership
• Streetwise
• Weapon Eng
• Melee

Specialty Skills:

• Slug Pistol (Gun Combat)
• Slug Rifle (Gun Combat)
• Natural (Melee)
• Ballistic (Weapon Eng)
• Heavy (Weapon Eng)

What Is On Your Person:

• Clothing - Brown Trench Coat, Black T-shirt, Dark Brown Trousers, Black Combat Boots
• Basic Weapon Maintenance Kit
• Lighter
• Deck of Cards
• Moses Brothers Self-Defense Engine Frontier Model B
• Necklace w/ Gold Ring & Small, clean marble stone
• Fake IdentCard
• Lock Picks
• Commlink
• Quickdraw Holster

Quarters:

• Winchester Model 1200
• Crew Files
• Collection of Photographs (Mostly From the War)
• Collection of Expensive/Quality Whiskey
• Stockpiled Ammunition
• Blackbox Cortex Terminal
• Survival Gear
• Guitar
• Babbler
• Medical Kit
• Encyclopedia

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History

The Reason You Chose The Side You Did: Jackson had as much of a reason as anyone else from Shadow to sign up with the Browncoats. A simple and normal life cut short by horrific bombing which turned his home, and the homes of those close to him to ash. He signed up with the Browncoats to try and protect whoever he did still care about that was left. That was a purpose he failed in many times throughout the war and even afterward, now he just holds to that as well as he can, despite failures.

History: Born to a pair of simple horse-ranchers, Jackson was on the fast-track for the simple life, he had no desire for the fancier side of the 'Verse, the more civilized worlds like Persephone had nothing alluring for Jackson. He loved the open sky, the dirt and the green of the border worlds. He grew up alongside Anisa Crowe, a girl from the neighbouring Cattle Ranch who was the same age as him. The two of them were good friends, helping out on each other's ranches and spending a great deal of their free time together.

When the war came, and the bombings with it, Jackson had been on his way to the Crowe family's ranch when it was destroyed. He watched from a distance as the bombardment completely destroyed the ranch, and he could do nothing to stop it. Initially believing his friend Anisa to be dead, he went to the ruins to try and salvage any remains to bury, but Anisa came back to find the destruction. For a while, Jackson's own home managed to avoid damage. When Jackson did sign up with the Independents, he did it alongside Anisa, being placed into the 32nd Overlanders Regiment.

Jackson rose through the ranks quickly through the war, and within the 32nd he met the woman who would become his wife. They married half-way through the war in a small service on leave. Toward the end of the war, just before the battle of Serenity Valley, Jackson took part in a major operation, his first as a Lieutenant, and although he got his unit out without casualties, he was badly wounded when a large piece of shrapnel pierced his leg, just barely missing the artery.

His wound meant that Jackson was unable to participate in the Battle of Serenity Valley, but he did still see it burn. Taking part in the evacuation, Jackson was on the shuttle which picked up Anisa, she was the one who had the unfortunate task of letting Jackson know of his wife's death during the battle. Immediately after the battle, the 32nd Overlanders was disbanded, Jackson had been the only remaining survivor, the regiment entirely wiped out during the battle of Serenity Valley.

After the war, Jackson wandered for a while, he helped bury his wife at the Serenity Graveyard on Hera, but otherwise did nothing for a long while. That was until Anisa got in touch with him again, having just picked up a Firefly Class, she needed a First Mate for her crew, and Jackson had been her first pick for the job. Having not much else he could have done, and no where else to really go, Jackson accepted, happy for the work, and happy to keep doing things until he forgets about everything behind him.

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Extras

Character Quote: "I hate dirty tricks like that, especially when I don't pull 'em first!"
Theme Song: Lady Heroine - Space Oddity
Alliance Record: Smuggling, tariff dodging, transporting illegal cargo, assaulting an officer of the law, murder, burglary
Anything Else:

Let's go to a party

Lucas Walsh
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Risa Couri

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Location: Braun Mansion, New York State
Interacting With: Each Other, A Waiter

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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.

And i'd be hard-pressed to decide between Mal and Wash.
_{*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy.}

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Relations Sheet

Jackson Tanner

{"Love keeps her in the air when she ought to fall down..."}
⚜ Respects ~*~ ☯ Neutral ~*~ ☮ Friends ~*~ ♫ Best Friends ~*~ § Tense ~*~ ♥ Crush ~*~ ⚤ Significant Other ~*~ ☠ Enemies

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⚜/♫ Anisa Crowe ♫/⚜
"Cap' might be the only one what I got left to protect."
Jackson grew up with Anisa, they've been through almost all of the major parts of their lives together. From Shadow's destruction, to watching Serenity Valley burn, they have been through hell and back together. Out of all the people Jackson has sworn to protect throughout his life, Anisa is the only one still alive, and he plans to keep her that way. When she called him to become her First Mate, he accepted without question, knowing she would need someone she could trust at her side. Although he still is hesitant to talk about the things plaguing him, Anisa has a much better chance of getting him to open up than anyone else.

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§/⚜ Jackson Tanner ⚜/§
"You're doin' what you can."
Part of Jackson feels a great deal of regret - regret which lingers in the old war, around his inability to save any of his regiment, to save his wife and his friends. He feels he did not deserve the position he was given, or to live in their place. But another part understands that Jackson has done all he could do, and continues to do all he can - living on in search of some retribution for them, or just to live to their memory.

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§/☮ Genevieve Dupoit ☮/§
"A biǎozi by any other name..."
Jackson could not respect Genevieve's profession any less - he has no love for the Companions or their line of work, to him a petty thief is a far better choice of employment. However, he's fair enough to make the distinction between Genevieve's job, and her as a person. He treats her similarly as the other crew members, he endeavors to ensure she is protected both physically, and from anyone who would disrespect her. He certainly does not appreciate Genevieve trying to dig into his history, but there are certainly things which endear him to her, although he doesn't show it.

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☯ Gideon Engelhart ☯
"The xiǎo guǐ needs a smack on the wrist every now and then."
Out of all the other members of the crew, Jackson takes Gideon perhaps the least seriously. Some of Gideon's antics he takes somewhat lightheartedly, but others he's generally in no mood for. What he most disagrees with when it comes to Gideon is his self-serving attitude, Jackson feels the need to smack him into shape when it comes down to it, and he needs to make sure Gideon is on the right track to doing what is best for the crew and the job, rather than himself. He appreciates that Gideon is one hell of a mechanic however, and protects him like any other member of the crew.

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⚜/☮ Dorothy Pender ⚜/☮
"Just about the only one who keeps her head out of my past."
Jackson considers Dorothy a friend, she's a good doctor - and he respects that, enough to look past her history with the Alliance, a stain which would usually make any friendship difficult. He particularly appreciates that Dorothy doesn't make a major effort to learn more about Jackson's troubled past, except to distract him when she's about to cause him a fair bit of pain, but he lets that slide.

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⚜ Atticus Pearson ⚜
"Preacher's done some good, and some bad."
Jackson does not interact with Atticus a great deal, and the two are not particularly friends. However, Jackson knows for a fact that Atticus went to prison for giving his wife her last rights, and he appreciates that greatly. He may not be a religious man, but he understands the worth to what Atticus has done.

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§ Camilla Powell §
"Long as she stays out of my way."
Jackson has little qualms with Camilla herself as a person, but he does have issue with her choices and judgement. He refuses to accept any explanation from her about her choice of Fiance, believing that there is no way that Quinn could have been a decent man under the monster which is his exterior. As long as Camilla does not get between him an revenge, he has no problem with her.

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☯ Lionel Wickett ☯
"A killer with bedside manner."
Jackson has no qualms with Lionel, but he doesn't actively engage with him a great deal. He understands the kind of man that lays beneath the polite facade, but he believes at the same time that his polite manner is genuine. He sees Lionel as a reasonable man, and is content to have him aboard.

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⚜/☮ Daphne Pender ☮/⚜
"She's a leaf on the wind."
Jackson respects Daphne's ability as a pilot, and particularly respects her efforts to prove she is a better pilot than anyone else who's touched Vengeance before. While it is sometimes a danger, he is content to put his life in her hands on a more dangerous run.

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☠ Gregory Quinn ☠
"Ain't no power in the 'Verse can stop me from guttin' that man."
Jackson will never forget Quinn's name, or his face. Having learned of him from Anisa following the Battle of Serenity Valley, Jackson knows well that his wife was murdered by Quinn, and while she was surrendering. He has no intention of simply capturing Quinn, but making the man suffer for what he has done to his wife and his friends.

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Symbol Carla Lobo Symbol
"Thoughts on person'

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Symbol Friedrich Knochengeiger Symbol
"Thoughts on person"
Relation Details

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🦄 After Miranda - A Firefly Rp - Season 1 (Completed)

@Lady Amalthea

Here you are, m'lady A.

Jackson Tanner

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Jackson Tanner

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Character Summary

Name: Jackson Tanner
Aliases:

• Jackie - Used by The Captain - Love/Hate
• Jack - Used by The Crew - Likes
• Lieutenant - Used by Veterans - Hates

Age: 37
Birthday: Febuary 27th
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Birth Planet: Shadow
Allegiance: Browncoats
Starting Location: Vengeance
Gender: Male
Occupation: Smuggler - First Mate of Vengeance

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Appearance

Height: 6'1"
Weight: 174lbs
Build: Lean, Muscular
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Light Brown
Skin Tone: Light Tan
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: 32nd Overlanders Regiment Tattoo - Right Bicep, Large shrapnel wound, left thigh
Personal Style: From the way he looks, it'd be pretty clear to see that the war never quite ended for Jackson. He dresses comfortably, and usually always with his brown trenchcoat, along with a red scarf to go with it from time to time. He'll dress differently if the situation requires, but generally he'll wander around in the usual get-up, and always with his holster. He always wears his necklace, cares more about it than his holster, though he keeps it under his shirt around those he doesn't completely trust.

His hair is cut short in a standard military fashion, and he is always clean shaven. He makes at least somewhat of an effort to keep himself groomed, but he isn't too much of a stickler for it, on a rough day, which is rather often, he'll at least have a little stubble. He doesn't particularly bother to style his hair, or anything fancy, Jackson has never been particularly fussed over his appearance.

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Psychology

Loyal * Closed-Off * Good-natured * Overconfident * Idealist * Wiseass

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Widower
Personality: Jackson is a tough, but all-in-all good man. He sees the 'Verse as he believes it should be, and not as it is, and often takes actions to the benefit of others, even at risk to himself. He believes as long as he's one of the 'good guys' he can't really lose, and so he's been noted as fairly overconfident as well. He is fiercely loyal, and for those few who have earned his loyalty, he will never betray them as long as he lives, he lives by a harsh code, and has no intent to break it.

The war changed a great deal about Jackson, once a friendly and open man, he's since become closed off, and dismissive of a great many things. He will avoid any possibility of speaking about the Unification War, and anyone who brings up his wife is likely to get a fist across the jaw. To even come close to mentioning these things, or to talk about them with Jackson - one would have to have worked a long time, and worked very hard to get close to him. From time to time his old self does still shine through, mostly through the wiseass remarks that he makes, usually when he's on-edge.
Habits:

• Tapping his thumb on his gun when tense
• Scratching his Chin

Hobbies:

• Weapon Maintenance
• Poker (Cheating at it, too)

Fears:

• Reavers
• Atmospheric Entries
• Clowns

Likes:

• Cheating (at cards)
• Strawberries
• Target Practice
• Being off-world
• Fist-Fighting
• Working

Dislikes:

• The Alliance
• Downtime
• Being Grounded
• Talking about the last war
• Talking about his wife
• Fancy Folk

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Cards On The Table

General Skills:

• Bribery
• Deception (Bluff)
• Discipline
• Forgery
• Gun Combat
• Leadership
• Streetwise
• Weapon Eng
• Melee

Specialty Skills:

• Slug Pistol (Gun Combat)
• Slug Rifle (Gun Combat)
• Natural (Melee)
• Ballistic (Weapon Eng)
• Heavy (Weapon Eng)

What Is On Your Person:

• Clothing - Brown Trench Coat, Black T-shirt, Dark Brown Trousers, Black Combat Boots
• Basic Weapon Maintenance Kit
• Lighter
• Deck of Cards
• Moses Brothers Self-Defense Engine Frontier Model B
• Necklace w/ Gold Ring & Small, clean marble stone
• Fake IdentCard
• Lock Picks
• Commlink
• Quickdraw Holster

Quarters:

• Winchester Model 1200
• Crew Files
• Collection of Photographs (Mostly From the War)
• Collection of Expensive/Quality Whiskey
• Stockpiled Ammunition
• Blackbox Cortex Terminal
• Survival Gear
• Guitar
• Babbler
• Medical Kit
• Encyclopedia

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History

The Reason You Chose The Side You Did: Jackson had as much of a reason as anyone else from Shadow to sign up with the Browncoats. A simple and normal life cut short by horrific bombing which turned his home, and the homes of those close to him to ash. He signed up with the Browncoats to try and protect whoever he did still care about that was left. That was a purpose he failed in many times throughout the war and even afterward, now he just holds to that as well as he can, despite failures.

History: Born to a pair of simple horse-ranchers, Jackson was on the fast-track for the simple life, he had no desire for the fancier side of the 'Verse, the more civilized worlds like Persephone had nothing alluring for Jackson. He loved the open sky, the dirt and the green of the border worlds. He grew up alongside Anisa Crowe, a girl from the neighbouring Cattle Ranch who was the same age as him. The two of them were good friends, helping out on each other's ranches and spending a great deal of their free time together.

When the war came, and the bombings with it, Jackson had been on his way to the Crowe family's ranch when it was destroyed. He watched from a distance as the bombardment completely destroyed the ranch, and he could do nothing to stop it. Initially believing his friend Anisa to be dead, he went to the ruins to try and salvage any remains to bury, but Anisa came back to find the destruction. For a while, Jackson's own home managed to avoid damage. When Jackson did sign up with the Independents, he did it alongside Anisa, being placed into the 32nd Overlanders Regiment.

Jackson rose through the ranks quickly through the war, and within the 32nd he met the woman who would become his wife. They married half-way through the war in a small service on leave. Toward the end of the war, just before the battle of Serenity Valley, Jackson took part in a major operation, his first as a Lieutenant, and although he got his unit out without casualties, he was badly wounded when a large piece of shrapnel pierced his leg, just barely missing the artery.

His wound meant that Jackson was unable to participate in the Battle of Serenity Valley, but he did still see it burn. Taking part in the evacuation, Jackson was on the shuttle which picked up Anisa, she was the one who had the unfortunate task of letting Jackson know of his wife's death during the battle. Immediately after the battle, the 32nd Overlanders was disbanded, Jackson had been the only remaining survivor, the regiment entirely wiped out during the battle of Serenity Valley.

After the war, Jackson wandered for a while, he helped bury his wife at the Serenity Graveyard on Hera, but otherwise did nothing for a long while. That was until Anisa got in touch with him again, having just picked up a Firefly Class, she needed a First Mate for her crew, and Jackson had been her first pick for the job. Having not much else he could have done, and no where else to really go, Jackson accepted, happy for the work, and happy to keep doing things until he forgets about everything behind him.

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Extras

Character Quote: "I hate dirty tricks like that, especially when I don't pull 'em first!"
Theme Song: Lady Heroine - Space Oddity
Alliance Record: Smuggling, tariff dodging, transporting illegal cargo, assaulting an officer of the law, murder, burglary
Anything Else:

Let's go to a party

Lucas Walsh
&
Risa Couri

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Location: Braun Mansion, New York State
Interacting With: Each Other, A Waiter

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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.

And i'd be hard-pressed to decide between Mal and Wash.
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Abandoned Hope - Concluded

Liam Matthews

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Location: Town Meeting
Interacting With: Daniyal, @Witch Cat Mitsukuri @BlueSky44

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Liam listened closely to the girl as she spoke, explaining the whole situation. So, he was correct in his assumption - it had in fact been a demon, as he'd expected, and holy water did seem to help, not that he knew exactly how to get more. But then Iron seemed to have helped as well, that he could definitely get his hands on. He sighed as he listened to her, nodding his head as she complimented him. "Yeah, thanks..." He said with a sigh before moving to stand. He glanced over as a few paramedics came over to grab the girl, giving the witch a nod.

"I'm uh... Going to... Go some where else." He nodded, just wanting to get away from the crazy. The second he turned however, it hit him. Suddenly an intense pain ran through his head, it was like he'd been hit with a metal bat. "Ah..." Liam groaned suddenly in pain, taking a half-step back, dropping to a knee as the pain only got more intense. Suddenly there was a flash, a church of some kind, it disappeared after a moment but the pain only got stronger, Liam was down on a knee, hand keeping himself balanced on the ground.

He groaned again as another rush of pain filled his head, this time the flash came much longer. This time he went inside the church, it was dark inside, shadows in all of the corners. He saw people there, as he got closer it became clear, Katsumi, the girl he'd just been speaking to, and the Reverend, the dead one, hiding in the shadows together. Suddenly a knife rose up in the shadows, then came a scream, shrill, terrified and in pain, and after that he was back in reality, breathing heavily as the pain rapidly left his body. "I... I don't... Wh..." Confusion and fear were over his face, he had no idea what was happening.

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Darren Andrews

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Location: Town Center
Interacting With: Jade Cornish, @Morose Zachery Carpenter @BlueSky44

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Listening to the two with a raised eyebrow, Darren chuckled. It wasn't often he was called out that quickly, the girl had to be decent to have spotted the badge was a fake - or maybe that was just a lucky guess. Either way, Darren was a decent liar, and he'd prepared for this cover, he wasn't going to drop it just because he'd been questioned once. "I understand your confusion in regards to my being here, Sheriff - but if it's any consolation i'm not here in regards to the events that just happened, like I said, I only just heard about them on the radio."

He shrugged, bringing his hand up and scratching at his chin as he looked back over at the two bodies, he took a long look at Vivian's, she was in a bad shape, and it was fairly clear to him what had happened there. Turning back to the two he was speaking to, he offered a half-smile and continued speaking. "The FBI received an anonymous tip from the Mayor's office that he took part in fraud last election, and may have rigged votes, that's what i'm here to investigate." He nodded his head firmly. Turning his gaze back toward Jade, he shrugged with a smirk. "Sorry, no exciting 'Mulder to your Scully' today, gorgeous." He concluded with a wink.

Turning to Zachary again, he got at least somewhat professional. "I had the Bureau e-mail you a notice while I was on the way to town, if you need any further proof." The notice was fake as well, of course, but it was better than anything he could have produced himself, and had at least been sent by someone in the actual FBI - someone who owed Darren a favour. Kill a spirit for a man and he'll do all kinds of illegal things for you, doesn't matter who they work for. As the files were brought over, Darren glanced down toward them, but made no effort to take them from the two locals, he didn't want to put them any more on edge.

🦄 The Best Exotic

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Joel Grau

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Location: Reception Lobby -> Downstairs Hallway
Interacting With: Desh, Claire @Lady Amalthea
Time/Date: Morning/August 2nd, 2016

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The flight had been painfully long over to India, and completely without alcohol - but then perhaps that was the best, the past had established that closed spaces plus booze did not equal a fun time when it came to Joel. Well, at least not for the majority of people around him. It hadn't exactly been a while since Joel had left Germany, but it was the first time since his trip to Paris that he had been away on holiday, he was pleased for the break. Getting to the hotel was the interesting part, the second he was out of the airport he was swarmed by cab drivers, all wanting to take him where he needed to go. At least they were attentive.

Picking a lucky driver at random, Joel loaded his things into the cab and scratched at his beard as he climbed into the taxi. He was lucky enough to get some sleep on the plane, it was a skill he'd more or less perfected over the years, so he wouldn't be rushing to bed as soon as he got there. Not that he figured the tenants would let him, from what he'd been told, those who stayed at the Best Exotic were essentially starting to treat each other like family. He was half-concerned they'd smell the scent of fresh blood and be on him in a few moments.

When he arrived at the hotel, he paid the cab driver and gave him a reasonable tip, climbing out and grabbing his large, green duffel bag. Hauling it over his shoulder, he looked over the hotel with a semi-impressed smile, moving inside as he glanced about, setting his eyes on the man at the reception desk. "Guten Morgen!" He called out as he approached, before something dawned on him. "Uh, good morning, my apologies." He chuckled awkwardly as he made his way over to the desk, when he got there he noticed properly the ice on his head and the look on his face, chuckling.

"You look like you've met one of the McManus'" He commented with a smirk. He knew Claire's brother was at the hotel, he figured that may have been his doing - Joel was still oblivious that in fact Claire herself was there too. He went through the basic paperwork with Desh, paying for his room and getting his key, along with giving the poor man his best hangover cure - Eggs and banana, a weird one, but it got the job done.

Thanking Desh as he took his key and was directed to his room, he shifted his bag over his shoulder again and glanced about for the right hallway, moving toward it. He was almost pleased for the early flight in, it meant he could get settled and head right to breakfast, ideally. He wandered into the hallway, glancing down and seeing the other guests, they all looked to be crowded together, talking about something or other. He gave a smile down at them before looking to his door, moving to unlock it before he paused, doing a double take down the hall. He did recognize one of them. "Claire?"

🦄 The Best Exotic

Joel Grau

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Joel Grau

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Character Summary

Name: Joel Günther Grau
Aliases: 'Hans', Jo
Age: 27
Birthday: November 5th
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Birth Place: Munich, Germany
Apartment Number: Room 1
Gender: Male
Major/Minor: Astrophysics/Chemistry
Occupation: Heer Bundeswehr - Hauptgefreiter (German Army)
Languages: German (Natural) English (Fluent)

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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.

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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

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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.

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Extras

Character Quote: “My head’ll explode if I continue with this escapism.”
Theme Song: Frank Sinatra - Come Fly With Me
Anything Else:

Let's go to a party

Lucas Walsh
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Risa Couri

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Location: Braun Mansion, New York State
Interacting With: Each Other, A Waiter

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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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Joel Grau

{"Then this one time in Paris..."}
☯ Acquaintance ║ ✿ Friend ║ ❅ BFF ║ ♡ Infatuation ║ ☣ Frenemy ║ ☢ Dislikes ║ ☠ Loathes

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✿ Claire McManus ✿
"The only girl on the planet who can out-drink a German."
Joel and Claire met each other on a previous trip in Paris, and became fast friends. Far too alike for Paris' liking, the two caused drunken havoc around the city for the duration of their trip. From causing a drunken brawl at the Eiffel Tower to becoming drunken tour guides at the Louvre, they got into all kinds of mischief together. The two have remained in touch since that trip, they chat as regularly as they can, and are certainly good friends.

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🦄 The Best Exotic

@Lady Amalthea Certainly looks like ^^

Joel Grau

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Joel Grau

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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)

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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.

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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

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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.

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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:

Let's go to a party

Lucas Walsh
&
Risa Couri

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Location: Braun Mansion, New York State
Interacting With: Each Other, A Waiter

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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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