Post by Deleted on Feb 7, 2013 6:18:09 GMT -8
| Sergio González Navarro A young, temperamental policeman, Officer González is a perfect example of a man married to his job. Brusque as he is, preferring the company of horses to other people, he's resourceful, serious and dedicated. |
| CODE NAME: El Huaso |
| Male | 23 | Heterosexual |
| Chilean/British | Police Officer | Independent |
| Physical |
| 173cm/5'8'' | 70kg/154lbs | Dark brown |
| Coppery brown | Tanned | Thin/average |
| Personal |
-Serious: Sergio approaches everything with a serious attitude. Everything. He is aloof and reserved, and his attitude changes very little around different people; it's not a facade of any description, it's just how he is. Good luck getting him to smile - it almost never happens, if at all. -Upfront: He doesn't like to mince his words or beat around the bush. Along with his generally serious exterior, this can make him seem abrupt and rather rude, which is a double-edged sword, in a way; at least he will usually get his point across in a blunt manner, rather than avoid it. -Responsible: Not one to go back on his word, he takes on tasks and obligations head on with - most of the time - little complaint, if any complaint at all. -Disagreeable: On the other hand, if he does happen to have any complaints or disagreements about something, he won't keep his mouth shut about it. He can be a loud-mouth, when he wants to be, and he's never been one to hold onto guilt or dwell on whether he's put a foot wrong or not, and this doesn't really help his already off-standish personality. On the contrary, he really is capable of niceness, however... Sometimes, anyway. -Conservative: Remarkably so, for his age. He's a prude, and believes that people should keep certain conversations to themselves; he's not the type to do much than hand-hold or give a chaste kiss in public - and even those are usually with reluctance. -Resourceful and organised: Sergio has a good head on his shoulders, and is usually able to find ways to effectively solve difficult situations. He also likes to keep things in order, to the point where he's a little bit obsessive over how things (such as his work) are organised. -Short-tempered: His anger is easily triggered, and though he's not exactly the warmest or easiest person to get along with in the first place, his chronic lack of sleep may be a contributary factor to his short fuse. If he flies off the handle, it's normally for what others might consider a trivial reason. -Proud: In keeping with his short fuse, anyone willing to poke fun at him or hurt his pride, even just light-heartedly, would be quick to learn about his temper. -A loner: He's well aware that his somewhat abrasive personality distances him from most people, and he's kind of learnt to deal with it. After all, it's not like it poses much of a problem - he'd really rather others didn't get in his way. -Poorly spoken: He speaks with a strange Hispanic-British hybrid accent - that is, when he's not slurring his speech in a mumble to the point where it's difficult to understand. |
| Likes | Dislikes |
-Wine: The good stuff, mind. He'll occasionally drink beer, but he's used to wine, having been weaned on it in his childhood. -Football, or 'fútbol': He kicked a ball around with the other kids whilst growing up, considering the game a natural part of his heritage. At home nowadays, he usually keeps the TV on the sports channel, though he's never really allied himself with any of the English league teams. -Horses: Kind of a given. He spends time in the police's stables whenever he gets the chance. Horses make good friends, and aren't nearly as irritating as other people often are, he finds. -Working: Probably a given - he puts more energy and thought into his work than most, considering it something he has to do, both to support himself and to take his mind off the rest of the world around him. -Partying: Well, anyone who works as hard as he does deserves a rest, right? Not that partying is a 'rest', per se - not for him, anyway. This is his general method of non-work related socialising. -Tea and sandwiches: Both of which are in abundance in London, luckily. These, along with wine, are essentially the extent of his diet. It's not like he has time to cook, after all. | -Medication: He has to take it when the need arises, of course, but doing so irritates him regardless; asides from being too stubborn to admit that he was weak enough to be told to take it in the first place, he can't drink when on it, either. -Discussing sex: No - just no. These types of things are to be kept behind closed (and soundproofed) doors, in his opinion. -Spicy food: It's not so much that he can't handle the heat of spices themselves, it's more that he doesn't see the sense in using spices to cover up the flavours of existing ingredients. Personal preference, really (although Chileans do tend to associate spices with the underclass)... Considering his diet, it's not too surprising, though. -Loud people: They're... Irritating. Shouting is something done for cautionary reasons, he thinks, and people can generally hear perfectly fine otherwise, so what's the point in bellowing across rooms? That's just a sure-fire way to piss him off. -Sleeping: It's not so much a dislike as a necessity he takes on begrudgingly. It consumes time... Time he thinks he could be putting to use. |
| Dreams | Fears |
-Work up the career ladder: Where he is right now, he makes enough cash to live comfortably, but he really wouldn't object to a promotion at some point. -Own a racehorse: One day he'd like to own at least one. If he could expand on that dream, he'd have a whole stable full of horses, but that's more of a delusion of grandeur to him. -Improve his health: As much as he'll deny it, he does consider it important deep down. Unfortunately he's kind of caught in a spiral where getting better requires lifestyle changes he can't bring himself to make right now. | -Becoming so ill, he can't work: Though the only thing really doing anything to prevent this from happening is his occasional course of medication, he really does love his job, and having to leave due to health reasons is an upsetting prospect. -Earthquakes: He's pretty damn scared of them - not that this is information he tends to disclose to people, of course. -Failure: He can't stand the prospect of failing, given that he puts a great amount of work and effort into practically everything he does. |
| Background |
Sergio is the only child of two Chilean nationals, though he was born in London and lived there for the first few years of his life. His mother (Ms. Navarro), half British through her mother herself, was a financial director of a London-based property company, married his father (Mr. González, who, up until their marriage, had lived his entire life 7000 miles away just outside of Santiago) three years before Sergio's birth. There was very little to be said about their marriage, other than the fact that it had seemed to have all happened very quickly, and that Mr. González hadn't put much thought into leaving behind his life in Chile, where his family owned and ran a small vineyard, for a much different setting than he was used to in London. To this day, Sergio is perhaps the only evidence that Mr. González and Ms. Navarro were ever married at all. Their romance ended when Sergio was four years of age; his father had grown both tired of the hectic city life in London, and his mother, with her career at the forefront of her mind, refused to return to Santiago with him. Of course, they supposed they had been young and foolish to enter into a marriage and have a child without taking everything into consideration, but with them having grown apart and Mr. González adamant on returning home, there was little they could do to salvage their marriage. They divorced, and Ms. Navarro, intent on continuing her career, allowed Mr. González to have primary custody of Sergio. Though he would either return to London for the summer months or for Christmas every other year, the rest of the time Sergio spent growing up was in the González family's vineyard outside of Santiago. Though he was with his father and grandparents, he was separated from his mother for several months of the year; initially a confusing and distressing experience for a child his age, and this is perhaps the root from which his distant personality stemmed. He grew up perfectly fine otherwise, spending a good portion of his free time riding horses on a nearby farm - when he wasn't being dragged into helping pick grapes by his grandparents, that is. Mr. González and Ms. Navarro eventually both remarried, though Sergio was mostly indifferent to either step-parent. After leaving school he returned to London to study, deciding he wanted to enter the uniformed services. He occasionally saw his mother and her husband, but bunked with other students and worked a few part-time jobs to keep himself afloat, refusing to rely on Ms. Navarro for any kind of income. Perhaps abandonment had been the reason Sergio had refused any money from his mother. Ms. Navarro wasn't exactly short of cash, and any mother willing to pay for their child's education wouldn't normally be turned down on said offer. But really, Sergio never treated his mother in a negative manner (by his own standards, of course) for what had happened - he simply considered working for his own education and upkeep as his personal way of becoming an independent adult. After all, the man who had raised him for most of his life was back on the other side of the world. But things didn't prove at all easy - working night shifts to cover his tutorial fees, in addition to college and homework, as well as working another job on his day off to pay for rent and - when he felt like being a little more social than he was used to - spending nights out with the other students at clubs or parties, eventually all took a toll on his health. He developed insomnia, as well as circulatory problems (likely from the stress the insomnia caused). The fact that he barely had time to eat didn't help much, either. Prescribed medication eventually eased these problems off, but Sergio was left never stopped working himself as hard as he did, despite how remarkably frail he was left, for a man of his age. In the end, his hard work paid off, and he landed a job within the London police force (his health having clearly improved enough for him to have been accepted). A few years on from which and he ended up in the mounted force, putting the riding he learnt back on the farmland outside of Santiago to use. He's much more comfortable quelling rioting crowds on a horse than on foot with a shield, anyway. |
| Role-Play Sample |
A plain clothed evening shift in Hackney. Nothing out of the ordinary, for Sergio, although sitting in a restaurant wasn’t exactly his idea of work. Still, this was the shift he’d been given, and he’d headed to the Brawn restaurant without any complaint. It wasn’t uncommon for plainclothes officers to be dispatched, particularly after dark, to places that were at risk of robbery, though with the rest of his colleagues busy, he’d had to go alone. Dangerous, yes, but it wasn’t like this part of his job wasn’t dangerous to begin with. With only his wallet, his phone, and a pair of handcuffs on him, he sincerely hoped that there wouldn’t be an incident that evening. Not that he wouldn’t put his best efforts into handling any situation that arose, of course, but really, no situation at all was always the ideal scenario – even if it meant sitting idle for a couple of hours or so. In accordance with his cover, he’d driven in one of his station’s pool cars there. It was a small, cramped model, and not exactly a smooth ride, but it served its purpose even if it did kind of stick out like a sore thumb amongst the more expensive vehicles in the car park. From there, it was a short walk down to the restaurant itself, which he cleared quickly, strolling with his hands in his pockets. It wasn’t really his idea of a high-end restaurant, but it was busy enough inside to prove it was decent - not that he took much of a look around; upon entering the building, he declined the offer of a table and took a free seat at the end of the bar. His prompt excuse to the server working the front door was that he was there to meet someone, and he didn’t want a table until they were there… Hopefully that didn’t sound too suspicious – he had no idea whether the staff had been made aware that a plainclothes officer was visiting that evening. Not that it mattered; they wouldn’t have been able to tell off-hand, either way. After requesting to see the wine list, only then did he turn around in his seat to take a better look at the rest of the room. |
| OOC Information |
| Bul |
| y'all have my skype |
| Did you hear about the theft at the Viagra factory? The police are looking for some hardened criminals! |
| I am wasted - but the condom in my wallet doesn't have to be. |
| made by CAPTAIN of BACK TO NEVERLAND |
