AtomicEmperorSorry for the delay GN, my team just took on responsibility for a poorly run client account last week (with me being the SME for that on account of history with them) and my spare time was eaten up dealing with some dumb escalations and staff shortages. Anyhow, I have a long weekend and don't go back till Monday next week. Without further ado:
Psychology
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"Most of it's pissing in the sea."
Backstory
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"Nearly twenny years, down the fucking drain."
Clayton Terry
 _______________________________________________ (Former) Detective Clayton Terry Him | 39 | African-American | 5'10 | 192lbs _______________________________________________ Disgraced. _______________________________________________ Skills & Talents ___________________________________ Casework ⫻ Nearly 20 years on the the MPD has given Clay a good set of instincts. He has an idea of the kind of questions to ask, and the buttons to push. Along with the fine intricacies of policework, he has the training and experience that any reasonably seasoned law enforcement officer would have. | Appearance ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ An endomorphic man approaching his mid-life years, Clay is at the point where age is starting to show. His skin is fairly weathered by the Tennessee sun, and he has calluses along his feet from walking a collective hundreds of miles on the job. He's no athlete, but he has the tone in his legs and sinew on his arms to show he's not just some desk jockey. A short layer of coarse, dark beard clings to his jawline - a similarly cropped layer of coarse, dark hair keeps the sun off the back of his head. Along his forearm up to the elbow is a scar from a field injury; the consequence of carelessly vaulting through a broken window. |
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"Most of it's pissing in the sea."
MAIN GOAL ⫻ Tie up loose ends and figure things out from there.
PHILOSOPHY ⫻ Clay's view to the world is to maintain a level of control, above all else. If you asked him during a forthcoming moment, he might reflect in crude terms that human nature would inevitably kick in whether or not you tried to stop it, and that energy was best directed towards steering it down the path of least resistance.
SECRETS ⫻ Aside from what is probably going to end up as a career ending disgrace, Clay has a loose end to tie up.
SEXUALITY ⫻ On-hold, on account of one dead marriage.
FEARS ⫻ Losing control of his life; dying in prison is a fairly shitty way to go. Years of work amounting to nothing.
WHO IS ELEANOR BLACK TO YOU? ⫻ An ex-colleague, drinking buddy, and a loose end.
FLAWS ⫻ Arrogance, greed, these are a couple of the things that have laid Clay low. In his own worldview, what he's done are acceptable evils. He's not really a bad guy, it's not like he hurt anyone who didn't have it coming. In the MPD, he had a mindset that so long as he dealt with the real filth, took care of the kids and the broken birds out there, he was doing it right.
PHILOSOPHY ⫻ Clay's view to the world is to maintain a level of control, above all else. If you asked him during a forthcoming moment, he might reflect in crude terms that human nature would inevitably kick in whether or not you tried to stop it, and that energy was best directed towards steering it down the path of least resistance.
SECRETS ⫻ Aside from what is probably going to end up as a career ending disgrace, Clay has a loose end to tie up.
SEXUALITY ⫻ On-hold, on account of one dead marriage.
FEARS ⫻ Losing control of his life; dying in prison is a fairly shitty way to go. Years of work amounting to nothing.
WHO IS ELEANOR BLACK TO YOU? ⫻ An ex-colleague, drinking buddy, and a loose end.
FLAWS ⫻ Arrogance, greed, these are a couple of the things that have laid Clay low. In his own worldview, what he's done are acceptable evils. He's not really a bad guy, it's not like he hurt anyone who didn't have it coming. In the MPD, he had a mindset that so long as he dealt with the real filth, took care of the kids and the broken birds out there, he was doing it right.
Backstory
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"Nearly twenny years, down the fucking drain."
Clay's early life is nothing special to talk about; growing up around Memphis, his situation was far from perfect, money wasn't always on the table and his old man took a lot of it out on the kids. He got out early, spent some time living with a loose relative who's boyfriend was in the Memphis PD. Far from a saint, the guy was a complex character, but he took a liking to Clay and eventually encouraged him to join his line of work.
Clay went through the grind; training and signing on, and found he had a knack for the job. With few years or so on the beat and a couple of prior failed attempts, he made the exam for Detective and signed on as an Investigator with MPD. He started with generally honest intentions - but over time this slipped, some in part to the nature of the job, and some in part to personality. What started off with some good will eventually shifted towards what he viewed as a pragmatic approach, with some acceptable losses here, rough edges there, and skimming a little off the top every once in a while. Did it matter if he twisted someone's arm to get to the truth of a situation?
When he was hauling a stack of cash from some dope fiend's apartment, would anyone ]really miss a few thousands pocked off a stack of a quarter million dollars? Salary wasn't anything fancy after all, and it wasn't like anyone would really miss it. In the MPD, Clay found a couple of like minded officers - some who encouraged him, and some he did a little encouraging himself. Good guys, really, they just had realistic expectations of the world and how to handle it. Eleanor Black was one of them, a transfer in from some backwater sheriff's department out by the swamps. As it happened, Eleanor was another good guy, someone who Clay came to trust - as far as a badge could, anyhow.
But it fell apart. Clay went through a messy divorce, and part of that meant the financial difficulties anyone could expect. Skimming a few thousand off the top just wasn't going to cut it this time, and he got greedy. In a case where he made a multi-million dollar bust, a large M out of that fell into his and Black's care. It wasn't as clean as he wanted it to be, and he had a loose end which had to be tied up, and in the aftermath things came crashing down. Someone had sold him out; or at least said enough to cast doubt on his conduct. Clay found himself suspended. He hadn't been charged... yet, and when he considered his escape options - Black was gone, along with his retirement fund. Word was she'd resigned and gone back to her hometown, somewhere in the armpit of the South.
His career circling the toilet, his retirement options gone and a key witness against him possibly out there with his money, he took a vacation - a road trip to Louisiana. Better to get ahead of things while he could.
Clay went through the grind; training and signing on, and found he had a knack for the job. With few years or so on the beat and a couple of prior failed attempts, he made the exam for Detective and signed on as an Investigator with MPD. He started with generally honest intentions - but over time this slipped, some in part to the nature of the job, and some in part to personality. What started off with some good will eventually shifted towards what he viewed as a pragmatic approach, with some acceptable losses here, rough edges there, and skimming a little off the top every once in a while. Did it matter if he twisted someone's arm to get to the truth of a situation?
When he was hauling a stack of cash from some dope fiend's apartment, would anyone ]really miss a few thousands pocked off a stack of a quarter million dollars? Salary wasn't anything fancy after all, and it wasn't like anyone would really miss it. In the MPD, Clay found a couple of like minded officers - some who encouraged him, and some he did a little encouraging himself. Good guys, really, they just had realistic expectations of the world and how to handle it. Eleanor Black was one of them, a transfer in from some backwater sheriff's department out by the swamps. As it happened, Eleanor was another good guy, someone who Clay came to trust - as far as a badge could, anyhow.
But it fell apart. Clay went through a messy divorce, and part of that meant the financial difficulties anyone could expect. Skimming a few thousand off the top just wasn't going to cut it this time, and he got greedy. In a case where he made a multi-million dollar bust, a large M out of that fell into his and Black's care. It wasn't as clean as he wanted it to be, and he had a loose end which had to be tied up, and in the aftermath things came crashing down. Someone had sold him out; or at least said enough to cast doubt on his conduct. Clay found himself suspended. He hadn't been charged... yet, and when he considered his escape options - Black was gone, along with his retirement fund. Word was she'd resigned and gone back to her hometown, somewhere in the armpit of the South.
His career circling the toilet, his retirement options gone and a key witness against him possibly out there with his money, he took a vacation - a road trip to Louisiana. Better to get ahead of things while he could.