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Post by Derek Jackson on Feb 6, 2014 20:08:10 GMT -6
.:Name of Character:. Derek Jackson .:Nick Name:. Jack, D .:Alias:. N/A .:Age:. 28 (born in 1985)
.:Physical Appearance:. Derek has the look of a cop. When he's not in his uniform, he dresses in very casual clothes (jeans, t-shirt, nothing very extravagant). He had blue eyes, light skin, and keeps his dark blond hair shortly cropped. He has a rough and rugged look to him, not appearing to be anything akin to welcoming. He has a strong build due to his training for his job. .:Height:. 6"1' .:Portrayed by:. Jai Courtney
.:Personality:. Derek is not your typical friendly, 'I want to save the world' type of guy. Even though he is in an arguably noble profession, he does not display signs of your average cop. His social skills are lacking, as he has little patience for people. He has a hard exterior and never lets his guard down. He says and does whatever comes to mind, making him rude, impulsive, and not the most pleasant person to be around. He is bitterly sarcastic, and lacks sympathy for others. He has a very short fuse, making him a hothead, and making him lash out the second his anger is triggered, which is easily accomplished. He doesn't think before he acts which often lands him in trouble with his superiors. Sadly, they can't exactly fire him because despite everything... he is excellent at his job. .:Strengths:. In shape (allowing him to run long distances for a while and has pretty decent strength), good at his job, fearless (isn't afraid of death) .:Weaknesses:. Lacking social skills, hothead, impulsive, no sympathy for others, is believed to be on the verge of a psychotic break .:Special Skills:. Is skilled in basic hand to hand combat (aka beating people up), and has strong accuracy with a gun, is a smart ass (he thinks that counts as a skill)
.:Birthplace:. Starling City .:Family:. Close to his father (who is deceased) .:Occupation:. Cop for SCPD .:Current Location of Residence:. Starling City .:History:. Derek's childhood was a bit of an interesting one. He was born in a middle class family, with a fairly average upbringing. Being a cop runs in his family; his father was a cop, as was his father before him. Unfortunately, this loyalty to his job cost his family a great deal. At the age of five, Derek's mother could no longer handle being a wife to a cop and filed for divorce. She moved out, wanting to take Derek with her but he was practically inseperable from his father. They shared custody of him, but as Derek grew older, he made less of an effort to spend time with his mother. He attended her wedding when she remarried, but that's about it. He has no ties with his step siblings, and to this day, his mother constantly tries to reach out to him. When Derek was about 11, his father remarried, but that was another short lasting relationship, because a year later, they were divorced. Derek wasn't close to her so he quickly moved on from this loss of yet another maternal figure. His father would be married two more times, and divorced each time, before Derek made a personal vow that he would never get married. Seeing the destroyed relationships his father suffered made him want to stay clear of that for his entire life.
When Derek was at the acceptable age, he joined the police academy, excited to one day work alongside his father. Where his father failed in marriages, he more than made up for as a cop. He was well known, well respected, and extremely good at his job. However, it was during Derek's training that an event occured that changed everything: His father was killed in the line of duty. This devestated Derek as he was and always had been very closely bonded to his father. The loss made him all the more determined to be a cop, and to do whatever it took to bring down the criminals. With his father no longer around to help restrain Derek, he was unleashed on to the streets in full throttle. Derek soon gained a reptuation in the department for being hot headed, physically beating up suspects and criminals, and racking up a massive ongoing bill in property damage. Regardless, they couldn't fire him. Not only because of who his father was, but because he was also incredible at his job. Having the most informants, and a high record of arrests and catching criminals, the SCPD isn't quite sure what to do with him. Until they found a purpose for him... one that he hated.
Derek's ambition has reached its peak. He doesn't want to be anything more than a cop. He is content doing what he is doing for the rest of his life. Until things took another drastic (and according to him, devastating turn)... he was given a new assignment and her name was Jullianna Grayson. And boy, is he unhappy. No longer wearing the uniform, he now is her 'bodyguard' while she works in Starling to help catch the various criminals plaguing the city. While he always takes his job seriously, he is also doing what he can to make their time as unpleasant as possible so that she will request a replacement. For him, its not that hard to make a bad impression.
Permission to use Julianna's name in my bio was granted
Derek knew what this was about. Of course he did. He had this sort of meeting with the chief of police almost every other week. This time however, twelve cars were involved and he had been driving three of them. All at different times of course. It didn't help that they were civilians cars either. Oh and there was that little incident with blowing up the gas station. But, he had caught the guy in the end so the rest didn't matter. Not to him. Clearly, it mattered to his boss. Derek walked right into his chief's office, immediately taking a seat in the chair that had his permanent butt print. His chief started at him. Naturally, Derek stared back.
"Get this lecture over with," he mumbled, despising how his chief was prolonging the inevitable yakking that he would always zone out during. "I don't know what we're gonna do with you Jackson," his chief stated. Well, that was nothing new there. He always said the same damn thing. "Same thing you always do with me. Give me a lecture, put me desk duty for a week, and then send me back on the streets." Something in his gut was telling him that there was something more. So maybe it wasn't so much his instinct, but his observation... because he saw a file sitting on the man's desk, and it wasn't his.
"Actually, we're giving you a new assignment." Well darn. This actually peaked Derek's interest. He wasn't going to bother with useless questions of 'what kind of assignment' because he was going to tell him anyway. "Agent Grayson. Heard of her?" He questioned. "I heard whispers about a Feeb comin' in." He paused. "Get to the point already." What did this have to do with him? "She got hurt recently." Boo hoo. Who the hell cared. That's what happens in this job. "Department decided that with her high rank, we need to make sure she's better protected." That gut feeling turned into a nagging one... something that told him he wasn't going to like where this conversation was going. "We are gonna be assigning someone to her." Uh oh...
"And-" "Oh" "That-" "Hell" "Someone's-" "No!" "You." "You've got to be kidding me!" Derek said as he leaped out of his seat. "There ain't no way I'm gonna be her glorified babysitter!" His superior seemed to expect this reaction, because he was unmoved by it. "You don't got a choice. With the amount you racked up in property damage, somethings gotta be done to get you off the street for a while. Plus, the joys of my job is that I can tell you what to do. And in this case, I'm not asking. You're going to be her bodyguard." The man was smiling, Derek saw it. That smirk on his face which only made Derek give him a death glare. He was enjoying this. "Lose the uniform. You don't need it for this assignment." Great. Just... great. Derek headed toward the door, needing to punch something, or someone, before he lost it right here in his boss's office. "Jackson, remember... if something happens to her, it's your ass." That threat meant nothing to Derek. Because she meant nothing to him, and he was going to make that very clear. With the wheels turning in his head as a plot began to form, he left the room, slamming the door behind him.
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Post by Bow on Feb 6, 2014 20:16:09 GMT -6
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