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RinTin Quillen » D1 PK » FIN Jan 24, 2013 9:16:57 GMT -5

Post by semper on Jan 24, 2013 9:16:57 GMT -5

Name: RINTIN
Age: 25
Gender: Male
District/Area: District 1
Appearance:

Personality:

Lestrade runs things for the District One Peacekeepers, (idek or he helps to, idek if there is a head PK) A man of the law, he believes in justice and equality, and was told to keep on eye on the Detective by the Capitol. Although annoyed that someone younger in him likes to run around telling him how to do his job, he can't help being a tiny bit impressed by the Detective's deductions. Definitely not lazy, Lestrade earned his place fair and square on the force, and tries to keep everything together. He's wanted to be a Peacekeeper ever since he was a boy in District Two. He's proud, but not afraid to ask for help when it's needed. A very likable guy, he's the nice guy of the group.

I feel like a sucker for love triangles or something but perhaps Lestrade could fancy Amy Pond but oooohhh nnnooooo Rory’s just obsessed with her so sorry Lestrade, no dice there just being a pedophile but a genuine one – is that even a thing? Or maybe he could lurve Donna and be all like “no Donna you’re amazing” and she may think he’s just trying to cheer her up but really he does it because he really thinks that about her and loves all her sassy comments and things. Integrating the two aww yiss

But anyway, he is the kind of Peacekeeper that always plays the good cop and sees all the different shades of grey between the definite black and white unlike Javert. He approaches cases from both the victim’s and suspect’s point of view in order to “get a better view of the grand scheme of things.” While he doesn’t like being shown up by someone younger than him, the Detective has never been wrong so he trusts him. However, because of his lifelong dream of being the best PK in One, Lestrade does feel the occasional pang of jealousy – ”I’ve been working harder and longer than Detective at this, how am I not better than him at it?” But once he reminds himself that he’s earned everything he has and that he’s head PK/a respected PK along with maybe a box or two of doughnuts his mood lightens.

He wants to help people, even the poor of the district. He wants to make One the best of the twelve and so he’ll treat everyone fairly and just be the nice guy yay. Maybe he has a pet bird too. a parrot to tell him he’s pretty maybe

History:

I ALWAYS WANTED TO BE A PK

Codeword: odair
Comments/Other:

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Lestrade in Wholock Plot

Last Edit: Jan 28, 2013 12:02:29 GMT -5 by semper

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RinTin Quillen » D1 PK » FIN Jan 26, 2013 13:33:22 GMT -5

Post by semper on Jan 26, 2013 13:33:22 GMT -5

”This is the last one, sir.”

A light manila folder slid across the smooth wooden desk, stopping when two sausage-like fingers pressed down to catch it. With a pained sigh the large man picked it up, opened it, and drew out the papers. ”Keeper 937, what’ve you got for me today?” His eyes scanned the paper, lips pursing together.

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PEACEKEEPER 937 – RINTIN QUILLEN – MALE – 25 PHYSICAL 937 is by no means a weak member of the PK force. He is 6’1” which was the average for his training class. With the height comes the strength; after given rigorous physical tests, he is both strong and fast enough to be in the Peacekeeper force. For identification purposes, though: 937 has short dark hair, some of it dark brown and the other black. His eyes are a blue-grey mixture and he has thin eyebrows. Not thin as in a line, but thin in terms of thickness. He has a rather square-shaped head with a prominent jawline and small ears. A bulby nose, smaller-than-average mouth, and he keeps a very clean-shaven face. His overall skin tone is tan, remaining that way even during the dead of winter. Perhaps a genetic trait. When not in uniform, 937’s civilian attire consists mostly of just T-shirts, jeans, and boots. His shirts tend to be just a bit small and always tend to show off the obvious muscle on his arms. Luckily he does not do the same with his jeans – they usually are on the baggier side, frayed on the ends and the material worn. He tends to stick with grey colors. Along with his tan skin, he has scars from his time spent on the Force. A particular distinguishing one is underneath his right forearm: a red mark roughly 1 ½ inches long. We do not know where he acquired it but the redness never seems to go away. A birthmark, maybe; but when asked about it, 937 has always answered: “It has been there for as long as I remember.”

The rotund man gave the rest of the profile a quick glance, tapping the paper with his finger as thoughts processed through his mind. 937 certainly seemed to have the physical requirements of a Peacekeeper, but when it came to promotions, it wasn’t just about the looks. A slight nod, a shifting of papers, a wave of the hand – ”Call him in.”

It took only a few seconds before 937 stepped through the door, looking just as tan, grey, and hulking as the profile had described. He carried himself with the air of superiority that all Peacekeepers did, but it did not seem as hollow as the multitude of crooked law enforcers the round man had working for him. 937 had soft eyes, not hard judging ones – and while his apparent strength appeared intimidating, he did not look like he ran things with an iron fist.

The man gestured toward a plush seat in front of his desk and 937 sat down, his posture staying up and his hands, curled into loose fists, rested on his legs.

”First of all, do you mind if I call you Quillen? While I enjoy the numbers for identification purposes, I don’t find them as enjoyable during interviews.” The young Peacekeeper nodded. ”S’fine, sir.” The large man settled back into his chair, which squeaked under the strain of the weight. ”Right. Well. I’m sure you know but you have been considered for a promotion within the Force; however, I don’t like to trust everything the paper tells me within the folder.” He tapped on the manila folder again with a pudgy finger. ”So, tell me, Quillen. Why should I put the all-clear stamp on your profile to let you be promoted? What sets you apart from the rest?”

Quillen was silent for a moment, thoughts formulating in his mind. ”What sets me apart from the rest is that I am meticulous and methodical. There are some criminal acts that are without a doubt rotten and the culprit deserves to be locked up, but there are also much smaller acts that I believe deserve to be looked at more closely. Perhaps a child stole a piece of candy – something small such as that – the child shouldn’t be slammed behind bars. They need to learn their lesson, don’t get me wrong, but I believe that each act should have its own carefully decided punishment. Sure, a night in a jail cell will terrify the poor child, but I believe that there are more effective ways than what has already been implemented. There are also instances where the suspected criminal has motives that are proven to be true but the morality of the situation is not looked at. If someone is stealing food because their family is starving and on the brink of death, should they be punished as harshly as someone who just steals for fun? I don’t believe they should. They should be let off with a warning and be offered help to get back on their feet. I believe in examining a case as a whole and viewing it from all points of views, not just from a judicial perspective. For instance, what was the victim thinking? Or the culprit? Bystanders? I try to judge things on a moral basis while still being aware of the law.”

”Are you saying you’d bend the rules?”

”No, but I do believe that there are exceptions to every rule.”

The large man sat silently for a moment, processing the load of information that had just come in. Most of the Peacekeepers that had come in earlier had expressed that they would put every crook in One behind bars, no questions asked. However, the large man was intrigued by this new answer that Quillen presented. He wanted to keep his organization respected and prove to the Capitol that One wasn’t just one of the barbaric lower Districts, and to do that they needed to be trusted, remain an honorable force, and to do that the man knew that what 937 had presented was vital. ”Tell me about your personal life.” Quillen paused, seeming startled from the question. ”I don’t…. quite see what that has to do with my job.” The large man shifted in his chair, keeping his beady eyes locked onto the young Keeper. ”Just answer the question.”

Quillen seemed a little uncomfortable in his chair but eventually did speak. ”I live alone in a little house out on—“ The large man held up a hand. ”No, I mean what are your habits? Quirks, hopes, foods you like, things like that. Untypical things.” Quillen nodded before adjusting his answer. ”Oh. Well, as much as I probably shouldn’t say, I do really enjoy doughnuts and coffee. Pretty stereotypical, you know? An officer with doughnuts and coffee. I particularly like the jelly filled ones – raspberry, not grape. I hope I’m not going off track..?” The large man motioned to continue. ”Aside from that, um… I guess I don’t mind living alone. Actually, I’m not completely alone. I have a parrot named Lucy and when I’m not at work I like to teach her things. She likes to speak and can tell me when she’s hungry, or thirsty, or if she wants to play a particular game. She’s really smart and I love her. I guess you could say she’s my companion since I live by myself.”

”Do you enjoy living alone?”

The young Peacekeeper shrugged. ”To some extent, yes. I love my work, I love helping the people of One and keeping things in order, but I also enjoy the solitude of my home. I grew up in that home, actually. So even though I’m alone, I feel… alright about it, I guess.” The large man eyed Quillen and a rather smug smirk on his face. ”Any lovers?”

Quillen’s face tinted red. ”N-no, sir. None at all.”

”None? Really? A strapping lad like you—“

”None. Sir.”

”Do you plan on finding someone? You know, to take your mind off things.”

”No. Lucy does a fine job of that already.”

The large man quirked an eyebrow. ”You see rather fond about that bird. Tell me more about it.”

”Lucy?” Quillen seeed to relax. ”She’s great. She’s my best friend, really. She’s a macaw and her feathers are basically rainbow. She knows a lot of tricks already and I like to teach her new things. She can even say her name, can you believe that? ‘Lucy wants this,’ ‘Lucy wants that,’ usually just food or something to play with. She loves her vegetables too so I go downtown every day and get some for her. I also carve and sand wooden stands for her and put them around my house so she can fly around and land at different places. She’s always there for me, you know? Whenever things have gone bad, I can just know that when I get home Lucy will be waiting to play and help me cook dinner. She likes stirring things, actually. But one time she burned her foot, which wasn’t good. I felt really bad about that.”

So far only one thing stuck out in the large man’s head: Quillen’s sense of morality underneath the law. That meant that the young Peacekeeper wouldn’t make any harsh or sudden decisions without considering possible repercussions. ”What are your views on asking for help with cases?”

”Everyone needs help sometimes. I’m not afraid to ask a fellow officer for help because I know if they asked, I’d stop and help as long as they needed me to. After looking at evidence for a very long time you can really miss some key things so it’s always good to have a fresh pair of eyes look over things. And then if they spot something, I really don’t think I’d hesitate to accept it as if I myself had found it.”

Perfect. The large man opened up 937’s file again, eyes scanning the paper and picking out key parts. ”I see your father was also a Peacekeeper who retired early.”

”Yeah. He retired when I was… ten, maybe? When he came back to live with us, I looked up to him for a lot of things. He taught me everything he knew about being a Peacekeeper and what it really entailed: keeping the peace. And to keep the peace, he said, you have to look between the lines of the law. While some cases are clear cut, others aren’t. For instance, as I said earlier, if someone’s stealing for the sake of saving their family, they deserve a less harsh punishment. ‘Every case needs to be looked at from every angle,’ he always told me. People respected him, I know they did. My dad, in my opinion, was the best officer in the whole force – but then again I’m also biased since he’s my dad. And when he wasn’t working, he was the stereotypical dad: helping me, playing with me and my sister when we were younger, just doing all the things a dad should. I loved him so much, and when he died…” Quillen paused. It was obvious to the large man that the death of the man was still painful to the young officer. ”They never told me why he died. It made me mad, too, all that not knowing. And while I still don’t know, I guess I’m over that aspect of it. There’s nothing I can do to reverse it so I might as well just move on and remember him for who he was and all that he taught me.”

”What about your mother? There’s hardly anything written about her.”

”My mother,” Quillen drawled nostalgically, ”was a cougar, no doubt. She was older than Dad by about ten years, I think. But frankly I wouldn’t want anyone else as a mother. She’s still working as a seamstress and creates the most beautiful dresses I’ve ever seen. She taught me to sew when I was really young, saying that I should learn how to fix my own things and that if a man’s to say ‘I can fix that,’ he might as well know how to fix even clothes. It came in handy when I was younger – I was always out playing and tearing up every piece of clothing I owned, so she’d sit down with me and walk me through patching it up. My mother’s a bit psycho, I guess you could say; just the other day when I went to make supper for her she kept insisting on putting cinnamon in the pasta.” This received a chuckle from the large man. ”You still take care of your mother? I carted mine off to the rest home as soon as she turned the proper age.” Quillen smiled a little, as if he wouldn’t expect anything more from the man in front of him. ”I certainly do, yes sir.”

The chair squeaked in protest again as the man shifted, folding his arms across his belly. ”Why did you want to become part of my Peacekeeper force? You could very well have just stayed home sewing to your heart’s content.”

Quillen appeared pleased to have been asked. ”Well, like I said earlier, my dad taught me everything. I liked his sense of morality and how he dealt with everything. People respected him and I admired that. I wanted to be like him and have people look up to me, you know? I wanted people to know they could trust me and that I’d treat everyone fairly. I think I’ve achieved that and I want to uphold it to the best of my ability. It’d also be a disgrace to my dad if I ruined the Quillen name by being a corrupt officer or not taking into consideration all the possible variables and motives of any and every case.”

The large man nodded slightly. He had picked out bits and pieces of 937’s biography that stuck out and could quite possibly work with his ulterior purpose for the promotions. Beady eyes looked down as he aligned the papers and put them gently into the folder, setting it neatly on the desk. He mulled over the requirements and the interviews of the officers that had come in before 937, but none of them seemed quite as flexible. All of them saw every situation to be clear cut and always have a definite punishment, but the large man was attracted to Quillen’s curiosity of all the grey areas of cases. His sense of companionship, too, made his interview just a little sweeter. But who could handle the task of his secret motive for the interviews?

He waved a hand in dismissal of 937, who stood up and started to leave. The large man’s adjutant opened the door for the young officer to exit through—

”Quillen, actually, just one more thing.”

Quillen stopped and turned, watching his commander set yet another manila folder onto the table, though this time it was much thicker. He retreated back to his chair, hesitantly sitting down and hearing the door click shut once again.

”I was given orders by the Capitol earlier to keep an eye on someone who is not in the Peacekeeper force.” Pudgy fingers opened the large file with PRIORITY stamped on the front in large red letters. He pulled out a few papers that were held together by a clip, along with a picture attached to the front.

”An eye on who?” Quillen inquired, sounding immensely curious. His gaze was locked onto the clipped papers as they were pushed across the desk in his direction.

”A detective of sorts.”

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Last Edit: Jan 28, 2013 16:37:09 GMT -5 by semper

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