The Big Damn Original Characters ApplicationYour ‘Real’ Name (or preferred 'out of character' Handle):
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Pretty much every day, multiple times a dayTell Us About Your Roleplay Past/Abilities:
A doctor and a priest walk into a bar....no, wait. That’s just me. How Familiar Are You With The Firefly 'Verse?:
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____________________________________________________________________In your mind, you can picture your Original Character...now let us 'see' them.
If you could 'cast' the role of your OC, who would play the part:
Norman Reedushttp://trialx.com/curetalk/wp-content/blog...an_Reedus-1.jpgWhat BDV ship/location do want to be assigned to:
Route 66, probably part of the MSE.Character Name:
Alexi Aarranov (sometimes goes by “Lexi” or simply “A”)Character Occupation:
28Detailed Physical Description:
Shaggy brown hair, watchful blue eyes, and a habit of compressing his lips help make Alexi's face seem much thinner than it actually is. He's got some meat on his body, and it's mostly wiry muscle, though under his slightly too large suits he seems just plain skinny.
As far as his wardrobe is concerned, he can usually be found in an immaculately pressed suit. At the very least he wears a button down shirt and tie. If without his jacket, he can often be found with his shirt sleeves rolled up, as it usually means he's doing things that might get his sleeves dirty, like field work, or shooting (which he loves). The only concession to his rather dapper wardrobe are his boots. He still wears work boots, highly polished though they may be.
He walks like a sheriff, like he's still got a gun belt on, unless he consciously tries not to. He tends to stand with his hands on his belt, resting just to either side of his buckle, which is usually something product related. Always on said belt are his weapon in a hip holster (which he finds awkward, since he's used to a gunslinger's holster) and his badge.Detailed Personality:
Alexi is a cop. Through and through. It’s what he was made to do, and he’s not particularly interested in finding any other lines of work. He’s a little grave, sometimes, though he gives a chuckle now and then. Relatively even tempered, he’s got a sort of...vanilla way about him.
He doesn’t have many friends, as he finds that a social life makes his detective skills rusty. He doesn’t associate with anybody outside his profession, if he can avoid it, other than the local bartender. As far as a love life goes, he has none. He already found the love of his life, and isn’t interested in finding “second place”. That’s not to say he’s mopey about it still. He’s done his time in his own personal hell, and has put his demons to rest. Now, he’s got his work, and that’s enough. Detailed History:
Alexi’s childhood was like many others on Bernadette. An only child with loving parents who divorced when he was a teenager, a few superficial run-ins with the local Sherriff, graduated high school and proposed to his sweetheart, who happened to be the daughter of said Sherriff. That’s when the average part of his life ends and things get...tricky.
Two weeks before they were to be wed, his fiancé, the only woman he’d ever loved (or even dated) was murdered. Some drifter moving through town kidnapped her, and did several unspeakable things to her before he killed her. He got away for the time being, and though a Cortex wide net was cast, he slipped through.
Alexi, who had already looked into a career field similar to that of his father-in-law to be, decided then and there to join the Sherriff’s department. He signed on, and through the next several years, he and the Sherriff obsessed over the case during their off time. While the “War for Independence” raged across galaxies, the two law men waged their own war against madness.
The Sherriff, a widower himself, took Alexi in, since he might as well have already been family. The two men wallowed in their grief together, though the older law man kept Alexi from getting too far lost in the bottle. When Alexi turned to drops, the older man had put a stop to it as soon as possible. He’d had to demote Alexi, but he got the young man turned around, back on the upward climb. Alexi passed the detective’s exams, and was certified to work as a detective on any Allied world or station on the seventh anniversary of his beloved’s death.
That night, he and the older Sherriff sat up late into the evening, drinking and reminiscing on their lost girl, and they cried. Oh, did they ever cry. They cried until their tears turned to laughter at how ridiculous the two of them must seem, and they laughed until they cried again.
Alexi was moved to the detective’s division, and though he was no longer under the direct command of the Sherriff, he still talked to him on nearly a daily basis. Two years later, their quarry surfaced, killed in a drug deal gone bad. Turns out he’d been on the run from being bound on a whole handful of worlds, and had turned to drops to let his stress levels subside. He’d come back to Bernadette by accident, getting on the wrong ship headed Coreward from Hera.
Though the case was solved, the young Alexi couldn’t rest. There were more cases out there that needed solving, more men and womenfolk that needed help. He didn’t want anybody else to have to suffer through what he’d gone through, and so he stayed on at the Sherriff’s Department.
Two weeks later, the elder Sherriff passed away, and Alexi decided that Bernadette held too many painful memories for him to stay. He packed up and shipped out, working as a temporary gun hand and security expert for a freight liner headed towards the rim. He figured the first place they stopped that was looking for a man of his skills, he’d stay grounded. Strengths:
Years of police training have developed in Alexi a mind specifically suited to checking all the angles. He’s a fair shot with a rifle, but works much better with a pistol, regularly scoring expert on his annual handgun qualifiers for the Department. He can ride a horse, as any good Sherriff should, but can’t drive anything with wheels or a hover mechanism.Weaknesses:
He’s maybe a little more in love with the romance of detective vids than he should be. Sticking to the “suit/tie/fedora/cigar” outfit, he sometimes stands out as a detective. An addictive personality by nature, he walks a fine line between being a casual drinker and being a drunk. He takes vacation the same week, every year, to specifically limit himself. He drinks like a fish during that week (during which he stays in bed and cries...a lot), and then goes back to his limit of one drink a day, if that. When he gets involved in a case, he has a tendency to forget that food is a thing, and so his weight is on the low end. Sample Post:
In the dimly lit bar known as “The Star” a raucous party was in full swing, replete with people swinging from the heavy wagon wheel chandelier. It was graduation day, and fifteen young people on the up and coming track had passed their Detective’s boards, and now carried gold badges in hip holsters, next to their chosen firearms.
Away from the laughter, singing, kissing, and spilled drinks, sat two law men, at a table by themselves, both nursing a forty-year-old scotch. Between then sat four badges. Two of them, silver six pointed stars, worn and pitted with age. One was a bronze colored star, like the silver ones, though it read “Sherriff” instead of “Sherriff’s Deputy”. The last badge was oval shaped, silver and gold, and read “Detective Inspector”. It was brand new, it’s surface smooth and shiny.“Son, I gotta say, our girl sure would be proud of you today.”
Alexi smiled, and if he were less of a manly Sherriff (or newly minted detective) he’d have blushed. “Thanks, Pop.”
said the younger man. “It’s too shiny, though.”
The older man smiled, his normally drooping moustache curling up at the corners of his mouth. He took a sip of his scotch, and let it slide down his throat, sighing. “Just like your future. All bright and shiny with unlimited potential.”
said the older man. “You’ve got loads of years and loads of cases ahead of you.”
The younger man shrugged. “Gettin’ sappy on me, Pop?”
The older man wadded up his napkin and tossed it at the younger man’s face. ”Shaddup, boy. You just promise me you’ll be safe out there in the Detectives Division. I don’t think my ticker can take loosin’ another kid.”
The younger man nodded, sobering. “I will, Pop. You know I will.”