Post by Blake Abbot on Apr 10, 2009 20:11:27 GMT
u]Full Name: [/u] Blake Randolph Abbot
Base Class/Sub Class Police Officer, SWAT.
Strengths: [/b] Trained, and well at that. Extremely cautious, but often reckless. Experiences range from a simple Colt .45 to Rocket Launchers. High knowledge of how to handle dangerous situations, due to multiple simulations during training. Bent on keeping the team intact, and civilians alive.
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Physical Description: Younger, but his face shows ruggedness. Very fit, basic requirements for SWAT members. Stands at 5'11. Short cut dirty blond hair, military style, and dark green eyes, along with tanned skin. Facial hair is non existent, it only aggravates Blake. Lean yet formed character, upon his constant physical exercise.
Personality: Blake has a bit of an ego problem, especially seen around civilians. Calm and clear minded, Blake is not one to think or act hastily in most situations, unless required. Usually one to keep his tongue to himself, unless he's sure that the proposed statement is illogical and clearly wrong. Optimistic. Not highly religious or political, yet in elections he votes for Democrats.
History: Blake Randolph Abbot. Advanced SWAT team member, but by choice? Born into a military family, service to this country has always been a great part of their culture. His father had been a General in the Navy, where he wanted Blake to follow in his footsteps. Personally, Blake didn't agree with the reasons the military had been issued to fight for, and didn't agree with many of the government's motives.
After his father's retirement from the military when Blake turned 18, his father became the captain of the NY PD. Immediately having an in, Blake trained at the police academy before becoming interested in the SWAT forces. Being the captain's son drew high expectations from Blake, which he was constantly straining to achieve. Due to his devotement with work, personal relationships were hard for Blake to maintain. He grew lonely, quite often, but could never let his father know this...
At the age of 24 Blake received a written invitation to the Armed Reserves Unit, SWAT, which he quickly accepted. After a vigorous and body toiling training for 6 months, he was than ready for action.
The first day on the job was where his life took a dramatic twist for the worst.
Ordered for deployment in a suburb city known as Williamsburg. If only he knew while in the back of the armored SWAT vehicle, joking with his companions. A brisk stop, than a noise, than silence. "Teddy?" Blake asked, the others with puzzling looks plastered upon their faces. "What the hell..." Blake drew his desert eagle and kicked the back door of the SWAT car open. "SHI-" Was all Blake had time to say before dropping to the cement, figures airborne above him, straight into the back of the SWAT mobile. The fall to the cement had momentarily dazed Blake, and all he heard from the car was screams, no gun shots, just screams. Glancing inside he saw blood spewing, and slurping sounds, and he was gone.
His squad was gone, his contact lost, and his head, bursting...
"What, in the [duck], is going on?"
He approached a building. Not caring what or who's building it was, he kicked the door in, quickly retreated inside, than closed the door, slowly. His body slumped, his head was swirling. He knew not what to think, what to expect. He just laid his head back against the door, and let the darkness surround him once more.
Base Class/Sub Class Police Officer, SWAT.
Strengths: [/b] Trained, and well at that. Extremely cautious, but often reckless. Experiences range from a simple Colt .45 to Rocket Launchers. High knowledge of how to handle dangerous situations, due to multiple simulations during training. Bent on keeping the team intact, and civilians alive.
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Physical Description: Younger, but his face shows ruggedness. Very fit, basic requirements for SWAT members. Stands at 5'11. Short cut dirty blond hair, military style, and dark green eyes, along with tanned skin. Facial hair is non existent, it only aggravates Blake. Lean yet formed character, upon his constant physical exercise.
Personality: Blake has a bit of an ego problem, especially seen around civilians. Calm and clear minded, Blake is not one to think or act hastily in most situations, unless required. Usually one to keep his tongue to himself, unless he's sure that the proposed statement is illogical and clearly wrong. Optimistic. Not highly religious or political, yet in elections he votes for Democrats.
History: Blake Randolph Abbot. Advanced SWAT team member, but by choice? Born into a military family, service to this country has always been a great part of their culture. His father had been a General in the Navy, where he wanted Blake to follow in his footsteps. Personally, Blake didn't agree with the reasons the military had been issued to fight for, and didn't agree with many of the government's motives.
After his father's retirement from the military when Blake turned 18, his father became the captain of the NY PD. Immediately having an in, Blake trained at the police academy before becoming interested in the SWAT forces. Being the captain's son drew high expectations from Blake, which he was constantly straining to achieve. Due to his devotement with work, personal relationships were hard for Blake to maintain. He grew lonely, quite often, but could never let his father know this...
At the age of 24 Blake received a written invitation to the Armed Reserves Unit, SWAT, which he quickly accepted. After a vigorous and body toiling training for 6 months, he was than ready for action.
The first day on the job was where his life took a dramatic twist for the worst.
Ordered for deployment in a suburb city known as Williamsburg. If only he knew while in the back of the armored SWAT vehicle, joking with his companions. A brisk stop, than a noise, than silence. "Teddy?" Blake asked, the others with puzzling looks plastered upon their faces. "What the hell..." Blake drew his desert eagle and kicked the back door of the SWAT car open. "SHI-" Was all Blake had time to say before dropping to the cement, figures airborne above him, straight into the back of the SWAT mobile. The fall to the cement had momentarily dazed Blake, and all he heard from the car was screams, no gun shots, just screams. Glancing inside he saw blood spewing, and slurping sounds, and he was gone.
His squad was gone, his contact lost, and his head, bursting...
"What, in the [duck], is going on?"
He approached a building. Not caring what or who's building it was, he kicked the door in, quickly retreated inside, than closed the door, slowly. His body slumped, his head was swirling. He knew not what to think, what to expect. He just laid his head back against the door, and let the darkness surround him once more.
