Post by David Young Henning on Nov 7, 2010 8:49:20 GMT -8
Original Character Application
Name: David Young Henning
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Place of Residence: Great Deer Yard Hotel, room 164
Type of Car: A black Ford Crown Victoria. License plate: FIDDLE2
Occupation/Skills: FBI Special Agent. Specializes in violent criminal behavioral profiling. Can solve a Rubik's cube in thirty seconds.
Appearance:
Caucasian, brown hair and eyes. Average build running on the slim side. Looks younger than his age but in general is perfectly normal in every respect.
Personality: Generally practical, somewhat jaded, hard-working, and a little bit calculating. He's well-liked enough at the Bureau, but his adeptness at politicking has made him slightly unpopular among some of his colleagues. There is nothing in particular about him that stands out, except for the fact that he looks a little bit pretty-boy and is usually mistaken for younger than he really is. He is skilled in the arts of diplomacy, but his cynicism about human nature prevents him from cultivating any deep relationships. He tends to get impatient when faced with things that aren't straightforward and factual.
Henning is a tea drinker, and he doesn't believe in the supernatural.
History: David Young Henning was one of the FBI agents assigned to the Red Seed Murders prior to York, but was removed from the case due to a strange illness he picked up during the investigation. Currently he has been covertly directed by FBI section chief Robert Abraham (mentioned in-game as "York's meddling boss") to keep an eye on Agent York, under the pretense of recovering while on vacation.
Agent Henning is not overly fond of York and has even less reason to like him now that York has taken over Henning's case; during his convalescence, all of Henning's documents were handed over to York for reference (these are assumed to include some of the images on York's laptop at the beginning of DP- this is something that can be discussed with York's player if needed, although it really doesn't matter if York thinks he got them elsewhere), so the two have not worked together especially closely. Due to Abraham's briefing, Henning knows slightly more about York than York knows about Henning, but aside from a general disapproval of what he has heard of York's infamous investigation methods, the two men have little personal connection.
Although his unofficial assignment is simply to make sure Agent York doesn't get himself into too much trouble, Henning has no qualms about poking around town by himself, in the possible hopes of solving the case that was taken from him before his replacement does.
RP Sample: (I realize I cheated a bit by including an NPC's dialogue here, which wouldn't be normal for role-playing with another person; I can include a non-dialogue sample if needed.)
Upon arriving in Greenvale, Agent Henning recalled his last conversation with Bob Abraham in the section chief's office, just before he'd left. It hadn't really been a conversation, more of a brief missive: "Relax, enjoy the nature... and if you have time, keep an eye on our mutual friend during his investigation. Don't interfere, just be observant. You know how he can get."
"No, not really," Henning said, frowning. He wasn't fond of verbal ambiguity, had no patience for it. Abraham steepled his fingers and leaned back in his leather office chair, a faint smile on his thin lips.
"Well, I'm sure you're quite aware by now that Agent York has taken over the Red Seed cases and has been working on them for a number of months since your hospitalization. You two haven't collaborated closely before, but I'm sure you've heard of his reputation."
Henning had to think for a moment. "He's that coffee guy."
"Yes... That's a charitable way of putting it. Anyway, you'll be on vacation, so I don't want you to stress about this. But truth be told, it is a very important assignment, and though I don't want to spread this section thin, I thought it might be prudent to have more than one man up there to cover all our bases. Like I said, you're going to Greenvale to recover, not babysit. All I'm saying is..."
"I understand, sir," Henning had said, not half believing it, but wanting to get away and back to business. He found all this skulking around and secrecy tiring. Now, safely sequestered alone in his hotel room, he had time to think. Somehow he had managed to check himself in yesterday without seeing hardly any evidence of the town's human inhabitants, if there were any. Perhaps it was the rain that had driven everyone indoors. He sighed and lay back on the bed, fully dressed, wondering exactly what it was he was going to do up here for the next few weeks.
It wasn't like him to succumb to boredom, especially not when there was a murderer on the loose. But the hunt was always more interesting when it was your own, not when you were watching the main action from the sidelines. And it wasn't as if he hadn't already recovered from that strange purple gas attack in the subway system last year; he felt fine now, though it was best not to take chances when one's health was on the line. He found himself wondering idly, just before drifting off to sleep, whether he had beaten Agent York to the punch by getting here so early. Or perhaps York was even now holed up in one of the Great Deer Yard Hotel's many rooms, maybe even just across the hall from him, dreaming- as Henning himself had once done, so many months ago- about those damned red seeds...
Name: David Young Henning
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Place of Residence: Great Deer Yard Hotel, room 164
Type of Car: A black Ford Crown Victoria. License plate: FIDDLE2
Occupation/Skills: FBI Special Agent. Specializes in violent criminal behavioral profiling. Can solve a Rubik's cube in thirty seconds.
Appearance:
Caucasian, brown hair and eyes. Average build running on the slim side. Looks younger than his age but in general is perfectly normal in every respect.
Personality: Generally practical, somewhat jaded, hard-working, and a little bit calculating. He's well-liked enough at the Bureau, but his adeptness at politicking has made him slightly unpopular among some of his colleagues. There is nothing in particular about him that stands out, except for the fact that he looks a little bit pretty-boy and is usually mistaken for younger than he really is. He is skilled in the arts of diplomacy, but his cynicism about human nature prevents him from cultivating any deep relationships. He tends to get impatient when faced with things that aren't straightforward and factual.
Henning is a tea drinker, and he doesn't believe in the supernatural.
History: David Young Henning was one of the FBI agents assigned to the Red Seed Murders prior to York, but was removed from the case due to a strange illness he picked up during the investigation. Currently he has been covertly directed by FBI section chief Robert Abraham (mentioned in-game as "York's meddling boss") to keep an eye on Agent York, under the pretense of recovering while on vacation.
Agent Henning is not overly fond of York and has even less reason to like him now that York has taken over Henning's case; during his convalescence, all of Henning's documents were handed over to York for reference (these are assumed to include some of the images on York's laptop at the beginning of DP- this is something that can be discussed with York's player if needed, although it really doesn't matter if York thinks he got them elsewhere), so the two have not worked together especially closely. Due to Abraham's briefing, Henning knows slightly more about York than York knows about Henning, but aside from a general disapproval of what he has heard of York's infamous investigation methods, the two men have little personal connection.
Although his unofficial assignment is simply to make sure Agent York doesn't get himself into too much trouble, Henning has no qualms about poking around town by himself, in the possible hopes of solving the case that was taken from him before his replacement does.
RP Sample: (I realize I cheated a bit by including an NPC's dialogue here, which wouldn't be normal for role-playing with another person; I can include a non-dialogue sample if needed.)
Upon arriving in Greenvale, Agent Henning recalled his last conversation with Bob Abraham in the section chief's office, just before he'd left. It hadn't really been a conversation, more of a brief missive: "Relax, enjoy the nature... and if you have time, keep an eye on our mutual friend during his investigation. Don't interfere, just be observant. You know how he can get."
"No, not really," Henning said, frowning. He wasn't fond of verbal ambiguity, had no patience for it. Abraham steepled his fingers and leaned back in his leather office chair, a faint smile on his thin lips.
"Well, I'm sure you're quite aware by now that Agent York has taken over the Red Seed cases and has been working on them for a number of months since your hospitalization. You two haven't collaborated closely before, but I'm sure you've heard of his reputation."
Henning had to think for a moment. "He's that coffee guy."
"Yes... That's a charitable way of putting it. Anyway, you'll be on vacation, so I don't want you to stress about this. But truth be told, it is a very important assignment, and though I don't want to spread this section thin, I thought it might be prudent to have more than one man up there to cover all our bases. Like I said, you're going to Greenvale to recover, not babysit. All I'm saying is..."
"I understand, sir," Henning had said, not half believing it, but wanting to get away and back to business. He found all this skulking around and secrecy tiring. Now, safely sequestered alone in his hotel room, he had time to think. Somehow he had managed to check himself in yesterday without seeing hardly any evidence of the town's human inhabitants, if there were any. Perhaps it was the rain that had driven everyone indoors. He sighed and lay back on the bed, fully dressed, wondering exactly what it was he was going to do up here for the next few weeks.
It wasn't like him to succumb to boredom, especially not when there was a murderer on the loose. But the hunt was always more interesting when it was your own, not when you were watching the main action from the sidelines. And it wasn't as if he hadn't already recovered from that strange purple gas attack in the subway system last year; he felt fine now, though it was best not to take chances when one's health was on the line. He found himself wondering idly, just before drifting off to sleep, whether he had beaten Agent York to the punch by getting here so early. Or perhaps York was even now holed up in one of the Great Deer Yard Hotel's many rooms, maybe even just across the hall from him, dreaming- as Henning himself had once done, so many months ago- about those damned red seeds...
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