Post by Elliot Mackie on Jan 13, 2016 23:55:25 GMT 2
elliot mackie  the basics full name • Elliot Aaron Mackie nickname • None preferred, but will respond to "Mackie" and "Chief" for the most part. (May also repond to "hey asshole!" under certain circumstances.) member group • Chicago PD rank in the current group • Chief (Leader) age • 45 birthday • April 8, 1970 gender • Male sexuality • Heterosexual occupation • Chief of Police nationality • American accent • American loyalty • The police, the law, the people... and himself. the looks face claim • Benedict Cumberbatch height • 185 cm hair color • Light brown eye color • Blue-green with other colors (sectoral heterochromia) skin • Fair the freestyle app "What made you decide to become a police officer?" I hate when people ask me that. There's no easy answer to that question. Everyone has a different reason for doing anything, and as much as some people might like to prove otherwise, police officers are people, too. Kids love playing "cops and robbers", but the kid who plays the cop doesn't always become one. Actually, I liked to play the robber. Of course, when you're that young, you understand right and wrong, but only in an individual sense. Someone punches you, they're the bad guy. You're the good guy. Good guys have to beat the bad guys, so you punch them back, over and over until they finally get the message to not fuck with you... and then you're the one in charge, until you get punched in the face again. That's how justice works when there are no laws. I grew up in Peoria, which was slow, peaceful and boring. You might say I had the "perfect childhood". We moved to Chicago when Dad got a new accounting promotion. I was in my freshman year of high school, and while I had been skeptical about the change of pace, I soon found out the truth about city schools—no matter how "nice" your school was, even teenagers could practically be criminals, if they weren't already. I was completely unprepared. Before you could make a fist, I was getting in fights. I wasn't just the brunt of the blows, either. I slammed a stupid punk into a locker on far more than one occasion, which needless to say didn't help my stunning reputation as an honors student. But I wasn't going to just stand there and let myself get kicked around. I've never been like that. You've gotta do everything to keep yourself alive, even if it means smashing a few faces into the concrete. ~~~~~~~~~~ Elliot joined the police force with a criminal justice degree from the University of Chicago. The job was slow at first, restricted to desk duty, which was extremely frustrating. He passed his field duty training on time with almost perfect marks. He ascended steadily as anyone else, though his aggressive, even reckless decision-making was generally frowned upon. Regardless, he continued to gain rank over the process of years, and was appointed Chief of Police in 2013, to the dismay of much of the rest of the PD. "It's time we finally took action," the mayor had said as he handed over the plaques and congratulatory paraphernalia. He shook Elliot's hand. ~~~~~~~~~~ Bang bang, he shot me down Bang bang, I hit the ground Bang bang, that awful sound Bang bang, my baby shot me down. ~~~~~~~~~~ Where did it all go wrong? Elliot and his wife had been married for eight years and had two children. They lived in a nice house away from the belly of the city, on a relatively quiet street with grass, trees, neighbors. None of the inorganic coldness of downtown Chicago. The commute was killer, but worth the paycheck... or perhaps not. You're always working, we never see you anymore, your children don't know you, are you having an affair, you leave for days, I don't know you anymore, what have you become....? The list went on in the same cliche one would see in movies. And then, of course, came the inevitable. I want a divorce. He slammed his palm down onto the kitchen counter, and she started to cry. Elliot glowered and turned his back to her, starting for the door to the garage. "We can talk about this later," he said as he slid into his shoes. "I won't be home for dinner." As he drove to work that morning, the silence of the car was the most beautiful thing he'd ever heard. ~~~~~~~~~~~ The Executive Profile of an ESTJ STRENGTHS Dedicated: sees things through to completion.. Strong-willed: refuses to back down to opposition. Straightforward: Works and speaks in a direct manner. Reliable: Ensures stability by keeping promises. Organized: easily distributes tasks and responsibilities. WEAKNESSES Stubborn: Dismissive of information that contradicts own ideas. Resists Change: Prefers the tried-and-true over the new, to a fault. Judgmental: overly-quick and extremely critical in analyzing others. Preoccupied with Status: Prideful, vain, and goes to lengths to maintain image. Tense: Finds it hard to relax out of a need to maintain dignity. Lack of Emotion: Does not express feelings easily toward family, friends or strangers. the role player ooc name/alias • Beth experience • 8+ years other characters • N/A how you found us • I saw your ad! the roleplay sample if you're applying for a canon character, the RP sample must be written as the character you're applying for, so we get a good image on how you'll play them. if you're making an OC (original character) , the RP sample can be whatever as long as it's written by you. sample • Elliot stared down his nose at the recruits, the glare in his eyes reminiscent of the days he would spend in the area jails interrogating petty thieves and vandals dragged in from the projects. A fucking lunatic, some called him. A god damn genius, said others. To him, they looked like puppies, tails tucked between their legs struggling not to pee on the floor for fear of a swat with a newspaper. They had all passed the entrance exams, but now came the preliminaries, and they would decide which ones would be able to hold a gun and a field badge, and which ones would get to play watchdog for most of the day. They would each get their carry license, but only a few would actually deserve it, in his opinion. "First things first-- Chief Elliot Mackie. You will address me as Chief, Boss, or Sir. It is more or less the same for your other superiors. Welcome." The forced polite smile on his face melted into an acidic scowl. "This is what you might call the 'big day.' You will learn to work as a team. One step out of line means you get kicked out of line, and there are no second chances. Your training captain will be around in a few minutes, so in the meantime, I suggest you all do some hard-core growing up. You're not using nerf guns anymore. There are no game rules. Remember: when you're in the field, your enemy is always trying to kill you, so don't fuck it up." As he turned and exited the locker room, he felt the aggressive anxiety in the room grow tangible. He smirked, beside himself. It was good to be king. |
