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LARGER CHARACTER CONCEPT:
Name: Ross Donavanson
Born: 1971 in Chicago
Profession: I guess that the Dectective Profession would fit the best for Skill points considering that he has very little school and all the school that hes had is based around detective work. (Or you could substitute this for soldier which you might think fits better.) Offensive.
Background:After High School Ross roamed around Chicago getting into a little bit of trouble with his friends and drugs. After a large raid at a party Ross hated the cops for a bit and decided to go to college to become a lawyer to put corrupt cops in jail and to legalize marijuana. After registering at the University of Illinois Chicago he set his course on his profession. He ended up "studying" pot too frequently and failed out of school. He wandered around the streets of Chicago moving from friend’s house to friend’s house living on Ramen Soup and Pot. His friends would slowly grow to dis-like his company and Ross would slowly wear his welcome thin. He would find himself looking for a new friend's place to stay every month or so.
One night he was still looking for a new place to stay and was smoking pot outside a building and not being very careful. He did not notice that a police officer had pulled into an adjacent parking lot and was watching him light up some paraphernalia. When Ross was getting arrested he was constantly throwing "pig" and "communist" remarks at the officer. The officer had more insight into this lad than Ross had thought. The officer saw that jail was not the right place for him, and due to his lack of respect for authority he would probably come out of the place worse than when he went in. Against every thing written the Chicago Police Officer took Ross to a shelter that also substituted for a rehab clinic and dropped him off.
The night was snowy and the wind was nipping at the officer’s nose and ears. He had his navy blue uniform jacket collar up and around his neck as he stood outside the rear door of his vehicle.
"Not all of us are 'communist pigs' that just want to 'lock you away for having fun'. What you are doing is not fun or 'hip' what you are doing is against what society has deemed lawful! If you can’t see what it has done to your life you should look into a mirror. Where do you live?" The officer asked openly.
"I . . . I . . .”
"That was what I thought. Look at yourself. You look like a bum and you probably just move from house to house that will take you in having 'fun'. Go there." The officer stated pointing to the shelter and re-hab center. "Get yourself cleaned up. Stop smoking the reefer for a month and then give me a call." the officer handed Ross his card. "My name is Thomas Garret and you’re not proving anything to me with your attitude. Clean yourself up and then I will have you prove something to yourself, then you can prove something to me." Thomas then opened the back door and let Ross out. The lad walked up to the door with his head down ashamed with himself and the resentment that he has had twords cops to this point. He had lied to himself and now he was going to find answers.
After a month in the shelter and re-hab center he had found most of the answers that he sought out. He was not the angry angst ridden young man that he was when he went in. He did not feel that he needed to legalize pot, or even smoke it to prove anything or make a difference. This one man, Thomas Garret, had done something for him that he thought that no one would ever do again, not since he had lived at home. He know far too many others that were out there, not too different than himself before a month prior. He needed to help others as only he had been helped (or as it seemed to him). Trust was given to him when he had earned none. He called Thomas and he was invited to lunch with him on his off day.
When he met Thomas there the cop had a large smile on his face and made a few comments about how he had made the right choice in taking him to the home instead of jail. Thomas had brought a list of places that he could live for a decent amount and a list of employers that he could easily get him a job with. Ross told him that he did not want any of those jobs. He wanted a job on the force. Thomas did not know what to say, and with him only being re-habed for a month was not sure if being a cop was the right course for Ross. Against his better judgment he told Ross that he would help him train to get into the academy, but when he was there he was on his own, and if he screwed up once he was on his own.
Ross and Thomas met at Thomas' place that Saturday and started training. Not in physical training, but training Ross' mind. Getting Ross away from the anti-authority personality that he was what Thomas needed to do. He used techniques that were used by the military in boot camp to get responses in straining situation that provoked the anti-authoritative side of a person. It started off fine and Ross learned a lot that he would need to pass his written test. Over the course of 3 weeks that he had to spend with him before his exam trained him physically as well.
Later that month Ross took his test and passed with flying colors. Ross and Thomas continued to train physically for the next 7 weeks before he went to the academy. They ran constantly and hit the weights a lot. Ross had not slipped up once. In this time the two of them had grown a very tight bond, and all through the academy Ross wrote to Tomas. When he got out Thomas had made some arrangements to take the new Rookie under his wing and train him. Ross was one of the top performers on the force for eight years. What Ross enjoyed the most about his job was when he would prepare for raids that would take many harmful people with guns and drugs out of communities that were trying to get on their feet. He had decided that he wanted to join the FBI and become a raid team member. He needed to go back to school to get a degree.
Thomas supported him 100% of the way and even helped him save up the extra money to get in. Ross has to get his BA in Law Enforcement to get accepted to the FBI academy and that is what he intends on doing. He has been in school for 1 semester and is about to head to the Rocky Mountains for a skiing while his school is on break. . .
Discription: Light brown hair. Cut to a fade that is about 2 inches long on top. He has fair caucasian skin. His eye brows are much darker than the hair on his head and only slightly bushy. He always seems to keep his hair clean and cut. Ross wears small wire frame glasses. He usually wears well pressed clothes, even the casual t-shirt has been know to have iron press marks. (see new avatar for image of "Ross")
Personality: A nice person to talk to, and seemingly intelectual. He enjoys any discussion about law. He also seems to have lost a bit off his street skills. You can tell because he talks with slang terms that seem to be a bit. . . out of date. He is not ignorant, and sometime people see his light hearted nature as just that. His light hearted nature can also make others think that he is a push over but if threatend will fight back.
edit: Man I should have proof read this before I posted. Edited some typo's and gramatical errors. I hope that it is an easier read now.
Name: Ross Donavanson
Born: 1971 in Chicago
Profession: I guess that the Dectective Profession would fit the best for Skill points considering that he has very little school and all the school that hes had is based around detective work. (Or you could substitute this for soldier which you might think fits better.) Offensive.
Background:After High School Ross roamed around Chicago getting into a little bit of trouble with his friends and drugs. After a large raid at a party Ross hated the cops for a bit and decided to go to college to become a lawyer to put corrupt cops in jail and to legalize marijuana. After registering at the University of Illinois Chicago he set his course on his profession. He ended up "studying" pot too frequently and failed out of school. He wandered around the streets of Chicago moving from friend’s house to friend’s house living on Ramen Soup and Pot. His friends would slowly grow to dis-like his company and Ross would slowly wear his welcome thin. He would find himself looking for a new friend's place to stay every month or so.
One night he was still looking for a new place to stay and was smoking pot outside a building and not being very careful. He did not notice that a police officer had pulled into an adjacent parking lot and was watching him light up some paraphernalia. When Ross was getting arrested he was constantly throwing "pig" and "communist" remarks at the officer. The officer had more insight into this lad than Ross had thought. The officer saw that jail was not the right place for him, and due to his lack of respect for authority he would probably come out of the place worse than when he went in. Against every thing written the Chicago Police Officer took Ross to a shelter that also substituted for a rehab clinic and dropped him off.
The night was snowy and the wind was nipping at the officer’s nose and ears. He had his navy blue uniform jacket collar up and around his neck as he stood outside the rear door of his vehicle.
"Not all of us are 'communist pigs' that just want to 'lock you away for having fun'. What you are doing is not fun or 'hip' what you are doing is against what society has deemed lawful! If you can’t see what it has done to your life you should look into a mirror. Where do you live?" The officer asked openly.
"I . . . I . . .”
"That was what I thought. Look at yourself. You look like a bum and you probably just move from house to house that will take you in having 'fun'. Go there." The officer stated pointing to the shelter and re-hab center. "Get yourself cleaned up. Stop smoking the reefer for a month and then give me a call." the officer handed Ross his card. "My name is Thomas Garret and you’re not proving anything to me with your attitude. Clean yourself up and then I will have you prove something to yourself, then you can prove something to me." Thomas then opened the back door and let Ross out. The lad walked up to the door with his head down ashamed with himself and the resentment that he has had twords cops to this point. He had lied to himself and now he was going to find answers.
After a month in the shelter and re-hab center he had found most of the answers that he sought out. He was not the angry angst ridden young man that he was when he went in. He did not feel that he needed to legalize pot, or even smoke it to prove anything or make a difference. This one man, Thomas Garret, had done something for him that he thought that no one would ever do again, not since he had lived at home. He know far too many others that were out there, not too different than himself before a month prior. He needed to help others as only he had been helped (or as it seemed to him). Trust was given to him when he had earned none. He called Thomas and he was invited to lunch with him on his off day.
When he met Thomas there the cop had a large smile on his face and made a few comments about how he had made the right choice in taking him to the home instead of jail. Thomas had brought a list of places that he could live for a decent amount and a list of employers that he could easily get him a job with. Ross told him that he did not want any of those jobs. He wanted a job on the force. Thomas did not know what to say, and with him only being re-habed for a month was not sure if being a cop was the right course for Ross. Against his better judgment he told Ross that he would help him train to get into the academy, but when he was there he was on his own, and if he screwed up once he was on his own.
Ross and Thomas met at Thomas' place that Saturday and started training. Not in physical training, but training Ross' mind. Getting Ross away from the anti-authority personality that he was what Thomas needed to do. He used techniques that were used by the military in boot camp to get responses in straining situation that provoked the anti-authoritative side of a person. It started off fine and Ross learned a lot that he would need to pass his written test. Over the course of 3 weeks that he had to spend with him before his exam trained him physically as well.
Later that month Ross took his test and passed with flying colors. Ross and Thomas continued to train physically for the next 7 weeks before he went to the academy. They ran constantly and hit the weights a lot. Ross had not slipped up once. In this time the two of them had grown a very tight bond, and all through the academy Ross wrote to Tomas. When he got out Thomas had made some arrangements to take the new Rookie under his wing and train him. Ross was one of the top performers on the force for eight years. What Ross enjoyed the most about his job was when he would prepare for raids that would take many harmful people with guns and drugs out of communities that were trying to get on their feet. He had decided that he wanted to join the FBI and become a raid team member. He needed to go back to school to get a degree.
Thomas supported him 100% of the way and even helped him save up the extra money to get in. Ross has to get his BA in Law Enforcement to get accepted to the FBI academy and that is what he intends on doing. He has been in school for 1 semester and is about to head to the Rocky Mountains for a skiing while his school is on break. . .
Discription: Light brown hair. Cut to a fade that is about 2 inches long on top. He has fair caucasian skin. His eye brows are much darker than the hair on his head and only slightly bushy. He always seems to keep his hair clean and cut. Ross wears small wire frame glasses. He usually wears well pressed clothes, even the casual t-shirt has been know to have iron press marks. (see new avatar for image of "Ross")
Personality: A nice person to talk to, and seemingly intelectual. He enjoys any discussion about law. He also seems to have lost a bit off his street skills. You can tell because he talks with slang terms that seem to be a bit. . . out of date. He is not ignorant, and sometime people see his light hearted nature as just that. His light hearted nature can also make others think that he is a push over but if threatend will fight back.
edit: Man I should have proof read this before I posted. Edited some typo's and gramatical errors. I hope that it is an easier read now.
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). The only thing is you would probably want to put Spanish as one of the languages due to the large hispanic population in the area. Aside from that I trust ya 
