CIVILIAN . ..., AGENT

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OBSERVING . CALM . LOGICAL

BASICS

nameless for security purposes

Agent, Sir, Him

TWENTY EIGHT

01/01/1984

MALE

Homosexual

CIVILIAN

C.A.T.S. Investigator

PERSONALITY

Wall of Ice

Emotion plays no part in logic, and he refuses to allow it. Through what seems to be the force of sheer will he has eliminated the vast majority of his emotional range. He now feels nothing, to a little. No further. Few things crack this I've wall, one being when he solves a case, or outwits a criminal. Sheer unadulterated malicious spiteful joy fills him. For a moment or two, at least.

Analysist

He is best described and a genius. Capable of extrapolating information from the smallest of details, and using that knowledge to his advantage. His reasoning skills have made him one of the top investigators known world wide, and he's happy to have that title. Almost mechanical in his job, he analyzes a crime scene with precision and a heavy focus on fine details, often ignoring the big picture. His brain naturally prices together random tidbits of information like a puzzle, and he never jumps to a conclusion until he has all the evidence.

Memory

His few years spent with the FBI gained him a stunning amount of knowledge. He is a black hole for information, absorbing all he hears and holding onto it for eternity. Very rarely has he ever forgotten anything, even a birthday or coffee date.

Open Minded

He refuses to accept any explanations or theory's until they can be backed up with evidence. That being said, he judges everyone the same way, judging them only off of the evidence and behaviours demonstrated. For the most part it has never failed him, but on occasion he has been completely wrong about someone leading to heart break and betrayal.

Hopeless Romantic

From a young age, he knew he always wanted to be swept off his feet by a tall, strong and handsome prince. He loved watching Disney movies where the princess find their prince charming. As he grew older and more logical that wish, oddly enough, never changed. Even now he wishes to be swept away by a man, and often finds himself watching romantic movies in his spare time.

He loves soap operas, particularly "Two Wrongs" a soap with a homosexual cast, including Elija Remerez. He often gets weak knees when someone mentions that name, one of the few things to break his wall of ice.

Gentleman

Raised in a rather high class family, he was taught all the basics for being proper and polite, even adding a few rules of his own to make his behaviour even more acceptable. He is calm and quiet, expressing himself with stern, calculated words. He does consider himself above most people, but will gladly accept that they are better then him. Except at investigation, that gets him riled.

He has a strange obsession with tea sets, a room in his home is filled with them, all arranged elegantly and per week, he adds another two or three to the collection. He prefers Victorian styling over the oriental looks, and has acquired only a few modern tea sets.

Combat

He dislikes using guns, preferring a blade over a bullet. He has, and carries, one. He just likes a sword more. Fights with him tend to be quick and painful, as he targets the body's natural weaknesses, knee caps, tendons the spine. His favorite way of eliminating a target is to place a blade between two vertibrea and twist the knife, severing the spine.

HISTORY

On January First of nineteen eighty-four, a young boy by the name of Alexander Graves was born to Johnathan and Marilyn Graves. He had his father dark hair, and his mothers bright, piercing blue eyes. He was a healthy boy and grew up in the wait his upper class parents were happy to see. He was polite and quite, played nice with the other kids. He was good at puzzles, and loved guessing games. His preschool teachers were impressed with his performance in problem solving and shape recognition.

Grade school passed by though the years uneventful and predictably well. He fit in well with the other kids in his class, despite the bullies. He kept to him smaller circle of friends who he grew very close to. His friends included Melissa Brea; the daughter of a hospital management CEO, Julius Mikel; the son of a Telecom Giant, and Jason Cross, the son of a bank CEO. He and Jason were inseparable growing up, and often had play dates. His parent's were doctors, tops in their field, but always wanted to give the financial market a try. They met with Jason's father a few times, and all seemed well.

High school rolled around, and thus began a very awkward time for the young man. Jason grew ever closer to him, and he wasn't sure how he felt in return. He tried his best to focus in class, and get good grades for university. His science courses were, as his parents expected, the highest in the class. Human anatomy was almost second nature to him, thanks to his parents supplemented learning techniques. Flash cards with body parts for him to guess when his homework was done. Jason, on the other hand excelled in mathematics and economics.

One day, only a month before they were set to graduate, he invited Jason over for tea, his favourite time of the day. When he opened the door, he saw that Jason looked pale and nervous. He asked what was wrong and got a disarming smile in response and a quick “Nothing”. Concerned about it, but not wishing to start a fight, he lead Jason to the tea room he had in his parents mansion. It was filled with all the set he had collected over the years. It was a small collection, but was slowly growing in size with each birthday and Christmas. Jason fumbled with something in his pocket, drawing his curiosity. From a pocket, Jason drew a tiny china tea pot. He was immediately fascinated with all the tiny details. It was a replica of a famous Victorian piece the queen kept in her private collection. He was about to tank Jason, when he was asked an important question. One he was scared of, scared to answer, terrified of the result. “Alex... would you be my boyfriend?” He was shocked, but slowly nodded, crying as a smile bloomed onto his face. He threw himself into his new boyfriends arms, his parents watching from the doorway, smiling brightly.

In university, he studied forensic medicine. His lover was training to be part of executive board of his father's bank, with the plans that he inherit his father's empire. He only saw Jason when he returned to their shard apartment, which was walking distance from the campus. They spent the weekends together, enjoying a good movie, taking walks along the shores of California or enjoying each other presence as they read books. He was happy, and excited for the future. He even wore a promise ring on his right ring finger, a small gift from Jason on their second anniversary. He wore it daily, surprised by how accepting people in university were.

Life is never kind, and rarely leave a soul untouched by dismay and tragedy. It had started quietly on a Saturday. He was out shopping for the food and ingredients he needed to make their anniversary dinner. It had already been three years. Time flew past when you wore rose coloured glasses. He smiled politely to the clerk in the shop and paid for his food, eager to get back home. He caught the bus just in time and chuckled and he fumbled with his bag to find his pass. At last he found it and took a seat near the front, a light drizzle started to fall.

Something felt off, but he wasn't sure. As he got off at the stop he stared, mouth agape. The building was surrounded in police tape. A body was being brought out to a nearby ambulance. His heart clenched as he dropped his shopping, and ran towards the apartment, dodging past the police tape and officers, bolting into the elevator pounding the button to his floor as hard as he could. The dorrs opened with a ping as he reaches his floor. Once more he ran at breakneck speeds, stopping only when he saw the door to his home had been forced open from the outside.

The ride to the hospital had been agonizing. He had never felt so dead inside.

Jason was dead. A shot directly though the brain. There was no way he could have survived that. The policeman who accompanied him offered his sympathies, and he slowly nodded, accepting them. He wanted to know why, however. Why his love had to be killed.

The investigation was proceeding unnaturally slowly. As part of his training in Forensic, he understood there was certain procedures to follow, and those took time. But he was questioned three months into the investigation, and he felt like the lieutenant he was talking to wasn't interested in his story. He demanded to know where he was when the murder took place, which he replied easily to, and provided supporting evidence. The footage from the security camera. The lieutenant walked out of the room angrily. Where they trying to blame this on him?

A few phone calls to the high-ups proved futile, and slowly he began to fear corruption. Jason's father ran a bank and would pass it on to his children. Jason was an only child...

He changed his major from forensic medicine to forensic investigation, wanting to take the case up himself when he graduated. Top grades in his field and full honours and several companies calling his door offering positions. But he had his sights set on the Federal Bureau of Investigation. He travelled to Washington and passed his entrance exam, quickly put into the field.

In a heart beat he had thrown a cold case wide open, the case of a man presumably murdered by his girlfriend, and several similar cases. The trail had gone cold after the last murder, until he pointed out the location of the last murder. Watertown, just south of the Canadian border. He followed the location, and found she was moving north rapidly. He looked through the evidence collected, and found a baseball card for the Toronto blue jays. He took a guess and sent a team to find her there. His guess paid off. She was hiding in a derelict hotel building, with one more body to her count.

The FBI saw promise in this youth, who with but a few pieces of evidence managed to locate a serial killer.

He was shocked when he was offered to join a new initiative the FBI was making alongside the DNS, a team to hunt for terrorism on the ground level. Feeling it might be the next best way to investigate his boyfriends murder he took the offer.

For his security he was erased from the books, made to seem like he never existed. His driver's license was registered to an Alex Smith, David Grave, John Chang and a Mark Fisher, he switched cards each day. His bank information was handled by the bureau directly, as were any subscriptions he chose to have. It was a cumbersome system, but he understood it made him invisible to the world.

His badge read only “Agent”

He was shocked to hear he was being sent to Los Angeles so quickly for his case. A possible terrorist attack on a law office. The FBI suspected Libertine, which he took as a stupid rumour. His partner would meet him in the apartment they were to share. He wished they had taken their time with moving him, but the bureau was being pressured to ease the public's worry.

He honestly wished they had a better name then C.A.T.S to operate under.

OOC

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Lucas O'Connor | Reader Reed | Scott MacGreggor

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