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Post by Winston C. DuFrense on Apr 4, 2014 18:27:00 GMT -6
Winston, Charles, DuFresne
39//Male//Heterosexual//SPECTRE Agent//Samuel L. Jackson
"POWER" INFO: None. Winston is a normal human without any metahuman abilities. He is, however, highly trained and educated in numerous fields including a variety of martial arts, firearms, combat tactics, has undergone mental fortification training and is educated in metahuman theory. He has above average intelligence, is observant, and capable of improvising on the fly.
Though he's a little past his prime and thus not at his absolute peak, overall, his abilities set him far above the average joe, and he is dangerous to those even with powers.
GENERAL APPEARANCE: Winston is a man who has been training to deal with dangerous situations and people his whole life, and it shows; he is big, toned and clearly at a incredible level of human fitness. He stands at over six foot, has very broad shoulders, defined abs, chiselled arms and muscle-y legs. Bald, with the exception of the occasional goatee on his face, there’s little that hides the few wrinkles that are starting to form.
MUST HAVE APPAREL: Depends largely on situation. When out in the field, he adorns all standard issue SPECTRE gear. When at home, or off duty, he prefers something a little more casual and loose in the form of light shirts and jeans, preferably more baggy than tight.
PERSONALITY: World weary might be the best way to describe Winston in the shortest amount of words. Since he was a young teenager, he’s been hunting, fighting –and sometimes even having to work with- the worst humanity has to offer, whether as a policeman, FBI agent, and more recently as a member of Spectre. Think of the most gruesome murder or the most morally deprived scheme you’ve ever seen reported, and you can bet that Winston has had to deal with it, or worse, right there on the ground.
What started as naïve optimism has gradually been worn down into begrudging cynicism; Winston wanted, and to this day still desires, to do nothing but simply make the world a better place for the little person, but these days it feels more like constantly having to take out a never ending pile of trash then upholding a shining standard of justice. He’ll clean up house in the most efficient way he can find, and will occasionally bend the rules if it means getting what he feels is the best result in the shortest amount of time. Years of having it thrown in his face has made Winston adept at taking bullshit, even if he still hates having to do so, and he won’t let petty, trivial concerns or squabbles endanger his or his organisations goals.
To sum up, Winston aims for the best possible solution for the most amount of people, but will follow through in those ideas with brutal, if tired, professionalism that demands he does not hesitate to do the morally questionable if it aids his cause.
MUST HAVE APPAREL: Depends largely on situation. When out in the field, he adorns all standard issue SPECTRE gear. When at home, or off duty, he prefers something a little more casual and loose in the form of light shirts and jeans, preferably more baggy than tight.
PERSONALITY: World weary might be the best way to describe Winston in the shortest amount of words. Since he was a young teenager, he’s been hunting, fighting –and sometimes even having to work with- the worst humanity has to offer, whether as a policeman, FBI agent, and more recently as a member of Spectre. Think of the most gruesome murder or the most morally deprived scheme you’ve ever seen reported, and you can bet that Winston has had to deal with it, or worse, right there on the ground.
What started as naïve optimism has gradually been worn down into begrudging cynicism; Winston wanted, and to this day still desires, to do nothing but simply make the world a better place for the little person, but these days it feels more like constantly having to take out a never ending pile of trash then upholding a shining standard of justice. He’ll clean up house in the most efficient way he can find, and will occasionally bend the rules if it means getting what he feels is the best result in the shortest amount of time. Years of having it thrown in his face has made Winston adept at taking bullshit, even if he still hates having to do so, and he won’t let petty, trivial concerns or squabbles endanger his or his organisations goals.
To sum up, Winston aims for the best possible solution for the most amount of people, but will follow through in those ideas with brutal, if tired, professionalism that demands he does not hesitate to do the morally questionable if it aids his cause.
FATHER: Michael Church DuFrense
MOTHER: Jessica DuFrense, nee Aria
SISTER: Harmony Alicia DuFrense (deceased)
MOTHER: Jessica DuFrense, nee Aria
SISTER: Harmony Alicia DuFrense (deceased)
CHILDHOOD: Winston Charles DuFrense faced difficulties growing up. Born into a poor, predominantly black neighbourhood in Chicago, he and his family were the victims of both racism and gang violence, among many others in the area. Despite a lacking education in a rundown school, Winston still succeeded and achieved, a fact that earned him even greater ire at the hands of bullies. Encouraged constantly by his parents however, he ploughed on through, remaining strong willed through the many problems they faced. This came to a point when, one day, his elder sister was raped and murdered in broad daylight. This event, of course, hurt young Winston, but ultimately only added more fuel to the fire and he channelled his rage into performing even better. He got into fights, his things were stolen, and he was regularly threatened with a fate similar to his beloved sister –he either ignored these threats, or proceeded to kick the ass of whoever was stupid enough to make them. Winston, however, was careful, despite his age. He was always certain to never involve himself in or avoid any situation that could see him gain a criminal record, or even a single stain on any of his school reports. There was a dream to be followed, and he had no intention of seeing it shattered.
ADOLESCENCE: As soon as he was of age, Winston applied for and joined the local police academy. Despite the movements of past decades, he was still the victim of discrimination by some of the older instructors, as well as the occasional student. But just like before, he pushed on through it with nerves of steel and, after several hard years of study and physical regime, graduated at the top of his class with the respect of many peers and fellows alike. He was quickly assigned to a precinct near his home and, much to joy of his superiors, established himself as one of the best law enforcement officers out there on the street. He made his first solo arrest, against a group of four thugs, within days of joining and without anyone getting hurt.
ADULTHOOD: Suffice to say, Winston blasted through the ranks. He was promoted from a simple beat cop to sergeant in under two years and was detective in under five. His skills earned him the title of protégé from many, and his upstanding behaviour, conduct and ethical code left impressions wherever he went. Rarely was there a case that went unsolved, and justice was often served in some degree. For all his work however, the bodies just kept on rolling in, while scams just kept on popping up to roll the money out. Every week there was more and more to be done, a never ending sea of crime that Winston continued to wade through, but with an increasingly grim face. He started to see disturbing things, was called into cases the rookies weren’t even told about. It all bothered him, but he pushed on and on, until he was recommended for federal service with the FBI themselves. Still clinging to his resolution to dedicate his life to improving the world, Winston took the job willingly, and, like he had beforehand, adapted quickly. Once again he impressed his superiors and constantly turned out excellent results, but the job also proved an even greater challenge. Depraved serial killers, enraged terrorist cells and even the odd insane cult became common place for Winston, and it took its toll. He didn’t smile nearly as often and sighed far more often. Over the next few years, his diet started to include steadily increasing levels of coffee while his language became ever less jovial and ever more sarcastic and bitter. But still, he pushed on.
Eventually, they began to encounter cases that stumped even Winston. Murders, accidents and related evidence and eyewitness accounts which bordered on the impossible. They were rare, very rare, but once in a blue moon they found evidence of people doing things they shouldn’t physically be able to do. The day then arrived, while following up some suspicious leads, that Winston saw it for himself; in a teenager no less. The following morning, he was called into the chief’s office, with a strange man and was told he was being recommended to another different job. One very different job.
ADOLESCENCE: As soon as he was of age, Winston applied for and joined the local police academy. Despite the movements of past decades, he was still the victim of discrimination by some of the older instructors, as well as the occasional student. But just like before, he pushed on through it with nerves of steel and, after several hard years of study and physical regime, graduated at the top of his class with the respect of many peers and fellows alike. He was quickly assigned to a precinct near his home and, much to joy of his superiors, established himself as one of the best law enforcement officers out there on the street. He made his first solo arrest, against a group of four thugs, within days of joining and without anyone getting hurt.
ADULTHOOD: Suffice to say, Winston blasted through the ranks. He was promoted from a simple beat cop to sergeant in under two years and was detective in under five. His skills earned him the title of protégé from many, and his upstanding behaviour, conduct and ethical code left impressions wherever he went. Rarely was there a case that went unsolved, and justice was often served in some degree. For all his work however, the bodies just kept on rolling in, while scams just kept on popping up to roll the money out. Every week there was more and more to be done, a never ending sea of crime that Winston continued to wade through, but with an increasingly grim face. He started to see disturbing things, was called into cases the rookies weren’t even told about. It all bothered him, but he pushed on and on, until he was recommended for federal service with the FBI themselves. Still clinging to his resolution to dedicate his life to improving the world, Winston took the job willingly, and, like he had beforehand, adapted quickly. Once again he impressed his superiors and constantly turned out excellent results, but the job also proved an even greater challenge. Depraved serial killers, enraged terrorist cells and even the odd insane cult became common place for Winston, and it took its toll. He didn’t smile nearly as often and sighed far more often. Over the next few years, his diet started to include steadily increasing levels of coffee while his language became ever less jovial and ever more sarcastic and bitter. But still, he pushed on.
Eventually, they began to encounter cases that stumped even Winston. Murders, accidents and related evidence and eyewitness accounts which bordered on the impossible. They were rare, very rare, but once in a blue moon they found evidence of people doing things they shouldn’t physically be able to do. The day then arrived, while following up some suspicious leads, that Winston saw it for himself; in a teenager no less. The following morning, he was called into the chief’s office, with a strange man and was told he was being recommended to another different job. One very different job.
SAMPLE: See Eve Henkō!
USERNAME: Bright
AGE GROUP: 20
EXPERIENCE: Few years, in both forums and MMOs.
USERNAME: Bright
AGE GROUP: 20
EXPERIENCE: Few years, in both forums and MMOs.
