Post by mustacheman on Sept 1, 2009 22:51:44 GMT -5
"You know there’s got to be a faster way to do this. How about we just change the first question to ‘have you recently dated a homicidal pyromaniac?’"
-Derek Morgan, "Compulsion"
-Derek Morgan, "Compulsion"
Your Name:Mike
How many years roleplaying?:6-7
French poet Jacques Rigaut said, "Don't forget that I cannot see myself. My role is limited to being the one who looks in the mirror."
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Character Name:David Rossi
Age: 43
Date of Birth: 5/11
Residence: Langely, Va
Profession: Supervisory Special Agent, Profiler
Appearance: Rossi is a rough looking individual. He has mustache that connects around his face to his small beard. His face shows signs of aging and stress, due from the cases that he had done previously with the fbi, as well with age. His hair is a deep black and is cut short and put back, avoiding his face.
Rossi dresses semi-casual, appearing in something nice every now and then, appearing at work like that. He often wears a button up long sleeve shirt, no tie, a black jacket, with black dress pants. He wears a pair of black sneakers that go well with his pants, blending it in. IT is incase if he has to chase a suspect down, and prefers not to run in dress shoes.
Personality: Rossi is the exact persona for a boss. He cares for his team. He also cares for what is happening in their lives, and acts somewhat as a counselor to the team. When he is agitated or depressed, he often smoothes it down with reasoning, or reading when he is not on a case. When on a case, he tends to make that anger disappear, and not re appear.
Rossi also likes to make amends to those that he had done wrong to. If he screws something up personally with a case, or fails to solve the case, pending on the severity of the situation he will try to make amends for what he had not accomplished. Rossi tends to be sarcastic and have witty responses for his team. Often on cases, Rossi will pull a quote from somewhere and have it relate to the case or what another member had said previously.
History: A former FBI BAU member, Rossi was into early retirement, writing books and going to places to sell his books on the many cases he had done before. But he looks down to his bracelet where the names of three children whose parents were killed on Christmas eve. He had called them to let them know that he was still on the case. He was contacted by the BAU again to go back into the BAU to solve that case. Eventually he got back to the case and it happened to be a mentally handicapped person that had been behind it all along.
Rossi had also acted as head of the division at times when they had faced against the boston reaper, and hotchner had been in distress from the case, and how he was tormented by the call and the deal he had been offered by the reaper. He had acted as a negotiator, as well as just a regular member of the team at times.
Likes: Reading, writing, putting scumbags in jail, BAU
Dislikes: Crimes against children, not solving a case, letting someone down, letting someone get to him
Strengths: Interrogating, profiling, shooting, reading a person’s movements.
Weaknesses: Crimes committed by children, finding out a fellow agent was behind it, crimes involving the supernatural,killing people.
Parents:n/a
Siblings:n/a
Spouse:3 former wives, names n/a
Children:n/a
Anything Else?
Roleplay Sample: It is Reid from a site that I came from. "Reid! You get to handle this case, seeing as how you have solved your last one." said the Cheif as he handed him a profile of his unsub. It was not for murder or anything, it was the fact that everyone else was 'busy' with cases that they slacked off on, which were petty crimes. Being as how he dealt with federal crimes, he got dealt the more severe cases to be started with, and from what he read in about a 10 second short, the man would be relatively easy to capture.
"Get all the information he knows. Then arrest him for street racing. I want him behind bars." said the chief as Reid exited with the folder, containing most of the mans information in there, as well as a picture of him when he too was in the fbi. He had seen the face around once or twice before, passing him inn the halls between FBI main office, and to the BAU. All of a sudden he remembered him, and his face. Although it took a minute to click he knew the person. He had been in other encounters with the undercover part, bringing down an LA street racing gang. Although he went MIA when he did not report back, and although no one gave the order, everyone presumed he was dead.
He exited the rather small district, and went towards his car. It was much different then the one he had in washington, with this town being as low as it was. It was a cherry red 69 for mustang fastback. It would give reid some time to practice up on his engineering skills as well with his auto skills. He would use those engineering skills well and although he was more lenient towards more energy efficient cars, he would show a little bit more of his fun side.
Reid hopped in the car and started it. IT started smoothly, and gave a loud hum before peeling out of the station, and out into the street, where reid made short work of him getting to hte hospital. It was not that far away, but with it being by the college, traffic kind of tended to be more clouded than usual.
45 minutes later he arrived at the hospital, parked his car, within his sight of entering the hospital and signed in. He went up to the upper levels and took the elevator to go see the unsub. He got to the designated floor, where all the patients resided. He came up upon a nurse and asked "Could you tell me where Brian O'Connors room is?" said Reid as the nurse gave him rough instructions on where his room was.
Reid had been wearing a simple pair of dress black pants, black dress shoes, a blue button up shirt, with a red and black tie going down the middle. He was wearing his watch in his usual fashion, which was ontop of the button up long sleeve shirt. He wore a black sports coat over it, with his revolver tucked snugly in the pocket.
"Brian O'Conner? I need to ask you a few questions." said Reid as he made his way to the patients bedside, taking a look at his injuries. He had been what appeared to be a car wreck, no doubt from his former undercover ego, as a street racer. He scantly knew him or was ever involved with what he did, but he did hear the buzz about it in conversations along the hallway out of the FBI.
