Post by devon on Jun 6, 2009 9:02:10 GMT -5
Name: Amelia Devon
Age: 28
Picture:
Appearance: Devon is slightly taller then the average female, and has an average build for her size. Her blonde wavey hair is long and cascades over her shoulders. Her naturally blonde hair is usually curly or tied back, so she can see. She has thin eye brows that stand over blue colored eyes. She has a slim body figure. Aside from that her body tells people she keeps fit and doest slack on it.
She is often described as pretty and is known for a good sense of fashion. Her civilian clothes are often a simple jeans and shirt, or something more feminine depending greatly on her mood. When on duty she is remarked as always wearing "High-Speed" clothing and sometimes teased by other workers for even having her blazer being "tactical". However, many think this is a good trait and shows that she is always prepared when on duty. Her civilian clothes are very relaxed, however and it shows that she has the ability to differentiate between the times she is on duty and off-duty.
Personality: Devon is a very dedicated person, once she starts something she will see it though until the end. Much to the annoyance of her superiors, though sometimes this trait isn't a bad one. She loves her job, being able to still work in the military, and now in law enforcement. She enjoys working with the marine corps, and the US Navy, even though she no longer serves with them. When she works she has a laid back attitude. That is the attitude she tries to keep, sometimes she may seem too calm or relaxed, but she doesn't like others to see what she feels. She gets along with the rest of the her colleagues, though confrontations and differences of opinions are inevitable, she never holds a grudge.
When friends, she is outgoing and has a bubbly personality. She would do anything for her friends, including take a bullet for them. She tries to help them out the best she can, any way she can. She can be very headstrong and determined, she follows on his promises and goals to the end. She has never broken a promise and doesn’t use them lightly. She will stick by you if you have a problem, and would do her best to help out anyone. She trusts people freely, and this is often her down fall. Though she know better than to trust suspects, and anyone involved in a case. She is sometimes taken for a fool, but knows pretty much who can and cannot be trusted.
Job (are you in NCIS, CIA, FBI, or just a bystander): FBI
History: Giorgio Devon, Amielia's father, Irish by birth, had immigrated into the US in 1953, with a fresh college diploma in his pocket and not much else. Having studied International Law at the University of Milano, he dreamed of opening his own office and helping fellow Irish people in America with legal advice. As soon as he became an American citizen, he applied at various PDs in New York and New Jersey for acceptance into Police Academy. He passed the written test, and started to walk down a path that he never regretted.
The job endowed him with more than just the satisfaction of doing it. While working on a case, ten years later, one of the suspects involved was a woman from America, Sammy. There was something between them from the moment they met. He remained professional and objective. But after solving the case, he and Sammy met for drinks, and one thing lead to another. They married in July 69. He made Detective three years later. Amelia was born on 23/7/1981, in New York. She was an only child.
Her parents' backgrounds allowed Devon to grow up in a privileged environment. Always interested in languages, she took French and German in high school and learned them easily. She grew into a self-confident young lady. At the age of sixteen she joined the marines, serving her country was something she had always wanted to do. Serving for five years, she gained a few medals, and many friends. She had to leave the marines, due to an injury that prevented her from passing the strict fitness tests.
During her time she served, she found herself and several other marines blown up in a truck. The explosion shattered her hip, and she had to have it replaced. She was unable to return to the marines due to the injury, though the FBI were more than happy to let her try for them. Feeling though she had to follow in her fathers footsteps at the age of 23 she jointed the FBI. She still has occasional problems with her side and hip.
Her father, just before he retired, he was gunned down out side the precinct. They never caught who did it, and the case is still an open one. Her mother died of natural causes three years ago. The FBI gave her the chance to prove herself to others, and to herself that she could do the job well. So far there has been nothing remarkable happen to her in the FBI. No major cases, or highly honoured actions. She just wants to blend in, and live her life as best she can, as an agent.
Sample RP:
It was early when she stirred, her eyes traced the shadows on the ceiling for a while. She slowly glanced over at the small fluorescent alarm clock beside her bed, 3:15 it was flashing. It took a few seconds for her to realise what woke her, she couldn’t get this ringing noise out of her head. She lay on her blue, quilted bed and thought of the dreams she just had. It was a couple of minutes before she looked at her phone, and realised it was on the wooden nightstand, next to the clock ringing. Her pager started to beep now, she sat up and reached for both of them. She turned the pager off and answered the phone. “here” she said in a groggy voice. “Hey sorry to wake you” An excitable voice said. “we’ve been called in to work on a case. ” It was another agent. She had just left at nine to go home, it was a Friday night, many of her co-workers would be partying now. She although was on call, this was not unusual as she always offered to work weekends. “Really, where and I will meet you.” She replied. She could not believe that they called her at this time, but she should be used to it by now as this often happened.
It was the FBI and it never seemed to stop and sleep, and right now, she wished it would. “It’s the park. Will you remember that?” The voice said jokingly. “I’ll pick you up in ten minutes ok. Bye.” She was just about to say ok when the phone cut out, she lay back on her bed and thought to herself, what would a normal person be doing, probably out with friends drinking. She began to look at the clock 3:17am, she sighed at this and began to head towards the shower. When she came out, she was followed by a steady flow of steam. It was nearly time for her ride to arrive, she was late, but what else could they expect at this time in the morning. She arrived at the scene thirty minutes later, with the radio just finishing a song. There were several cars and a truck. It was just as the track on the radio changed again, she heard a shot gun blast.
She jumped and ran to help, she then took cover behind the car as, she heard several 9mm shots ring out. All was silent for a few minutes, her eyes wondered down the alley towards the steel door, she heard the metal door clunk as someone opened it. She looked around and didn’t see any other agent with her, the guy who had driven her there had gone. She could see a man, plainly in the headlights of the car. He had the standard orange jumpsuit on, one he guessed from a prison, his hair was in filthy clumps. As she sat and waited for something to happen, he saw her. She looked at his the guys hands, she had seen a slight glint in the dim light, it was an Tech-9. Suddenly he raised the gun and pointed it at her. She ducked her head under the window of the car, as several bursts of bullets shattered the windscreen and glass around her. As she felt for her gun through all the glass, he began to walk towards her.
She finally grasped her weapon, “FBI, DROP IT NOW” she yelled. He started running towards her, as she yelled again. Where the hell was everyone, she thought and finally yelled, “FBI, STOP OR I SHOOT.” He did not and it left her with no choice, three bullets discharged from her gun, all two hit him in the chest, and one missed, ricocheting off the wall. As he fell a couple of hundred yards in front of the truck, the gun went off again. She watched the bullets sprayed up the wall of the adjacent building. She ran towards him and kicked the gun away. She slowly made a sweep of the alley, still know one was there and she went back to the body she had just shot. She slowly knelt down next to him to check his pulse, he was defiantly dead.
Age: 28
Picture:
Appearance: Devon is slightly taller then the average female, and has an average build for her size. Her blonde wavey hair is long and cascades over her shoulders. Her naturally blonde hair is usually curly or tied back, so she can see. She has thin eye brows that stand over blue colored eyes. She has a slim body figure. Aside from that her body tells people she keeps fit and doest slack on it.
She is often described as pretty and is known for a good sense of fashion. Her civilian clothes are often a simple jeans and shirt, or something more feminine depending greatly on her mood. When on duty she is remarked as always wearing "High-Speed" clothing and sometimes teased by other workers for even having her blazer being "tactical". However, many think this is a good trait and shows that she is always prepared when on duty. Her civilian clothes are very relaxed, however and it shows that she has the ability to differentiate between the times she is on duty and off-duty.
Personality: Devon is a very dedicated person, once she starts something she will see it though until the end. Much to the annoyance of her superiors, though sometimes this trait isn't a bad one. She loves her job, being able to still work in the military, and now in law enforcement. She enjoys working with the marine corps, and the US Navy, even though she no longer serves with them. When she works she has a laid back attitude. That is the attitude she tries to keep, sometimes she may seem too calm or relaxed, but she doesn't like others to see what she feels. She gets along with the rest of the her colleagues, though confrontations and differences of opinions are inevitable, she never holds a grudge.
When friends, she is outgoing and has a bubbly personality. She would do anything for her friends, including take a bullet for them. She tries to help them out the best she can, any way she can. She can be very headstrong and determined, she follows on his promises and goals to the end. She has never broken a promise and doesn’t use them lightly. She will stick by you if you have a problem, and would do her best to help out anyone. She trusts people freely, and this is often her down fall. Though she know better than to trust suspects, and anyone involved in a case. She is sometimes taken for a fool, but knows pretty much who can and cannot be trusted.
Job (are you in NCIS, CIA, FBI, or just a bystander): FBI
History: Giorgio Devon, Amielia's father, Irish by birth, had immigrated into the US in 1953, with a fresh college diploma in his pocket and not much else. Having studied International Law at the University of Milano, he dreamed of opening his own office and helping fellow Irish people in America with legal advice. As soon as he became an American citizen, he applied at various PDs in New York and New Jersey for acceptance into Police Academy. He passed the written test, and started to walk down a path that he never regretted.
The job endowed him with more than just the satisfaction of doing it. While working on a case, ten years later, one of the suspects involved was a woman from America, Sammy. There was something between them from the moment they met. He remained professional and objective. But after solving the case, he and Sammy met for drinks, and one thing lead to another. They married in July 69. He made Detective three years later. Amelia was born on 23/7/1981, in New York. She was an only child.
Her parents' backgrounds allowed Devon to grow up in a privileged environment. Always interested in languages, she took French and German in high school and learned them easily. She grew into a self-confident young lady. At the age of sixteen she joined the marines, serving her country was something she had always wanted to do. Serving for five years, she gained a few medals, and many friends. She had to leave the marines, due to an injury that prevented her from passing the strict fitness tests.
During her time she served, she found herself and several other marines blown up in a truck. The explosion shattered her hip, and she had to have it replaced. She was unable to return to the marines due to the injury, though the FBI were more than happy to let her try for them. Feeling though she had to follow in her fathers footsteps at the age of 23 she jointed the FBI. She still has occasional problems with her side and hip.
Her father, just before he retired, he was gunned down out side the precinct. They never caught who did it, and the case is still an open one. Her mother died of natural causes three years ago. The FBI gave her the chance to prove herself to others, and to herself that she could do the job well. So far there has been nothing remarkable happen to her in the FBI. No major cases, or highly honoured actions. She just wants to blend in, and live her life as best she can, as an agent.
Sample RP:
It was early when she stirred, her eyes traced the shadows on the ceiling for a while. She slowly glanced over at the small fluorescent alarm clock beside her bed, 3:15 it was flashing. It took a few seconds for her to realise what woke her, she couldn’t get this ringing noise out of her head. She lay on her blue, quilted bed and thought of the dreams she just had. It was a couple of minutes before she looked at her phone, and realised it was on the wooden nightstand, next to the clock ringing. Her pager started to beep now, she sat up and reached for both of them. She turned the pager off and answered the phone. “here” she said in a groggy voice. “Hey sorry to wake you” An excitable voice said. “we’ve been called in to work on a case. ” It was another agent. She had just left at nine to go home, it was a Friday night, many of her co-workers would be partying now. She although was on call, this was not unusual as she always offered to work weekends. “Really, where and I will meet you.” She replied. She could not believe that they called her at this time, but she should be used to it by now as this often happened.
It was the FBI and it never seemed to stop and sleep, and right now, she wished it would. “It’s the park. Will you remember that?” The voice said jokingly. “I’ll pick you up in ten minutes ok. Bye.” She was just about to say ok when the phone cut out, she lay back on her bed and thought to herself, what would a normal person be doing, probably out with friends drinking. She began to look at the clock 3:17am, she sighed at this and began to head towards the shower. When she came out, she was followed by a steady flow of steam. It was nearly time for her ride to arrive, she was late, but what else could they expect at this time in the morning. She arrived at the scene thirty minutes later, with the radio just finishing a song. There were several cars and a truck. It was just as the track on the radio changed again, she heard a shot gun blast.
She jumped and ran to help, she then took cover behind the car as, she heard several 9mm shots ring out. All was silent for a few minutes, her eyes wondered down the alley towards the steel door, she heard the metal door clunk as someone opened it. She looked around and didn’t see any other agent with her, the guy who had driven her there had gone. She could see a man, plainly in the headlights of the car. He had the standard orange jumpsuit on, one he guessed from a prison, his hair was in filthy clumps. As she sat and waited for something to happen, he saw her. She looked at his the guys hands, she had seen a slight glint in the dim light, it was an Tech-9. Suddenly he raised the gun and pointed it at her. She ducked her head under the window of the car, as several bursts of bullets shattered the windscreen and glass around her. As she felt for her gun through all the glass, he began to walk towards her.
She finally grasped her weapon, “FBI, DROP IT NOW” she yelled. He started running towards her, as she yelled again. Where the hell was everyone, she thought and finally yelled, “FBI, STOP OR I SHOOT.” He did not and it left her with no choice, three bullets discharged from her gun, all two hit him in the chest, and one missed, ricocheting off the wall. As he fell a couple of hundred yards in front of the truck, the gun went off again. She watched the bullets sprayed up the wall of the adjacent building. She ran towards him and kicked the gun away. She slowly made a sweep of the alley, still know one was there and she went back to the body she had just shot. She slowly knelt down next to him to check his pulse, he was defiantly dead.
