Post by derek on Jun 22, 2011 12:11:19 GMT -5
DEREKNOAHMORGAN
General Information
Full Name| Derek Noah Morgan
Birthday| "Birthdays don't mean much to me anymore, but I was born April 20, 1970. I am the oldest of three children, and the only man"
Age| "I'd say I'm getting old, but I know I would get smacked for that, I may be Forty One but Pen says I don't act like it."
Gender| "I'd say it's pretty obvious that I'm a male, do I really need to elaborate for you? no, didn't think so"
Occupation| " I am a Supervisory Special Agent in the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit, My Specialties are Obsessional Crimes and Explosives. I was once in the Bomb Squad Unit in Chicago "
Sexual Orientation| " Have you seen me on the dace floor? I'm like a shark in a feeding frenzy, Woman love me, that's for sure. "
Education| " I went to Northwestern University on a football scholarship, A guy whom I rather not name helped me get there, I was good, there was no doubt about that"
Appearence
Play by/ Face claim| Shemar Moore
Hair Color|" My hair is black, but I keep it shaved down, it's cooler that way, and I don't think I look very classy with long hair, not at all. Plus, it reminds me too much of high school "
Eye Color| " I have brown eyes, they're quite boring, but hey, it's not like you can change your eye colour yeah?"
Body Style/Build| "I'm surprised you even have to ask, I'm a big guy, I have big guns, I hold a black belt in Judo and I even teach FBI self defense classes."
Height| "I'm pretty tall, about 6 foot One, I'd like to think that I intimidate people with my good looks, big guns, and height ;)"
Weight| "I weigh about 183, and it's all muscle"
Tattoos| "I have some yes, but I don't want to talk about them. You'll never see them and that's all that matters."
Piercings| "None"
Overall Appearance| "Considering how many woman I get asking me out in a day, I'd say I'm good looking. I'm tall and dark and I've been told that I command attention when I'm in a room. (I've also been told that My ego fills rooms, but whatever) I'm I'm intimidating, but woman find me easy to talk to, I'm handsome which makes men dislike me a lot of the time.
I dress neatly, I mean, I'm in the FBI, I should dress right. I don't wear suits like Rossi and Hotch, but I do wear long sleeve shirts, usually a muted colour. I don't know what you want me to say, I'm your average handsome, muscular FBI guy, the type of guy who kicks down doors, tackles Unsubs and kicks ass and takes names. What more can I tell you?
Personality
Likes| running, sit ups, dancing, drinking, football, every other sport, woman, happy endings to terrible cases.
Dislikes| child abusers, sexual crimes, not finding our guy, not getting enough sleep, worrying, stress
Special Skills| kicking down doors, fighting, working with explosives, obsession crimes, human behavior
Strengths| fighting, running, talking to the ladies, making witty comments, staying calm
Weaknesses| children, good looking women, a good warm cup of coffee, computer stuff, penelope garcia
Habits| asks questions he knows the answer to, bites his nails, kicks down doors even when it's not super necessary
Fears| losing the ones he loves
Goals in Life| not really sure at this point in time
Overall Personality| " Some people would say I'm a womanizer, but I don't think I am. I'm a nice guy once you get to know me, but when I'm mad, LOOK OUT. I like to joke around and have fun, especially when I have my friends with me. I flirt a lot, and sometimes I don't even notice that I'm doing it. As much of a 'bad boy' image I have, I respect women, and I absolutely love children "
History
Hometown/Nationality| Tough neighborhood in Chicago, half black/half white
Parents| Fran Morgan - Mother, Dwayne Morgan - Father (deceased)
Siblings| Desirée Morgan & Sarah Morgan, sisters
Significant Other| none.
Kids| none.
Other Relations| Signe Larsen - Close Family Friend
Overall History| "I've already told you everything you need to know. I lived in a tough part of Chicago with my two sisters, dad was murdered when I was young, I got a football scholarship, went to university, got out and was a Chicago Police Officer, then was on the Bomb Squad then decided I wanted to become a profiler, and here I am, what do ya know."
About the Roleplayer
Alias | Cheshire, or Chesh[/center][/quote]
Age| 19
Experience| 8 Years
Sample roleplay|He knew that Spencer was going to come, he had dedicated his life to saving others after all. So he had gathered his things and left the barn, he knew the way the FBI were going to flank the barn to, so he sat deep in the forest and watched on his laptop as Spencer tried to call into the FBI tech girl. He quickly cancelled the call, and wasn't surprised when Spencer then tried to call from his car and then his phone again, silly boy. Sure it had been hard to hack into the stupid car, some would say it was nearly impossible, but nothing was really impossible was it? no. He quickly switched the windows in the computer to watch as the beautiful Quinn began to pass out, he wondered if Spencer would even be in time to save her life, he didn't however notice that Reid had made another call until it was too late. He had no idea what Reid had said but he quickly disconnected the call, praying that it hadn't lasted long enough. He was surprised though when he heard the roar of Reid's car coming down the dirt road.
He resisted the urge to jump up and run when Reid got out of the car, a serious look on his face. Damian couldn't tell if it was fear, or anger, or maybe even nothing, but there was something about the tall lanky boy made him shiver. He watched as Spencer went into the barn, a small smile playing on his own features. He walked casually through the trees, leaving his equipment there for the quick get away that he knew he would need. He walked into the barn quietly, watching as the FBI agent tried to untie his new girlfriend, before making his move, he lifted the crowbar in his hand, testing the weight of it before he hit Reid hard in the side of the head, the young man dropped away from Quinn and fell limply to the ground. Damian grinned as Quinn started screaming, he picked up Spencer -it was quite easy considering Reid was light in weight. Damian tied his hands and feet, and duct tapped his mouth. He then pulled the lanky man away from Quinn and stood up straight again "hell is a much better place than highschool, and i can't wait to see you there" he laughed before walking over to his table, he picked out a knife, it was a long hunting knife that was used to carve deer, he walked over to Reid and bent down next to him, pulling his head up by his hair and putting the knife to his throat, he grinned at Quinn "who would you rather be killed by, Spencer here, or me?" he asked for the second time, he smiled before he slid the knife down Reid's body until he reached his stomach area, before he shoved the knife into Spencer's body. The tall young man gasped, his eyes flew open, they were the size of saucers, Damian laughed.
Damian spun the knife around in Spencer's body, laughing as the young man cried out in pain, he pulled the knife out and held it up, blood dripped down the blade and onto his hand, Damian watched it with a menacing grin before setting the knife down and letting Spencer fall onto his side, as his body shook. Damian moved over to his table again and grabbed the bottle and needle, he then moved back to Spencer but not before he grabbed a bottle of water, he opened it and dumped it on Reid's face, Reid sputtered and coughed but was mostly away. Damian took his gun from the ground and pushed it into Reid's tied hands, Reid tried to move so he could shoot Damian, but he was too weak. Damian grabbed his arms and pointed the gun at Quinn, he whispered into Reid's ear "killer and you will live" Reid shook his head the best he could, his lips parting but not saying anything "she's just using you Spencer, she's going to leave you, hurt you like all the others did, she just wants to see you in pain, can't you see that she's enjoying this?" tears streamed from Reid's eyes, he stared at Quinn and Damian grinned at her "kill her, kill her now Reid, don't let her lie to you anymore"
Damian knew that he didn't have much time now "DO IT!" he screamed, Reid shook his head "DO IT NOW!" he was getting angry. He took the needle and put it in the bottle, letting it take the liquid up from it before he slowly put it into Reid's arm, Reid began to cry again, trying to say something but not being able to, Damian took him into his arms, running a hand through his hair "shhh" he hushed quietly "it'll be over soon" Damian slowly let Reid lay on the ground, he ran a hand over his hair once more, a sad look on his face, before his gaze flickered to Quinn again, his stare hardening "he may be out of this battle, but I'm coming back for you. Lopez and Puckerman to." he grinned and walked over to Quinn he kissed her on the lips ferociously before hitting her hard across the face and then leaving the barn, running into the forest and grabbing his things and jumping on the dirt bike that he had along with him. He sped off.
