Post by Abraham Grey on Apr 15, 2009 20:44:29 GMT
Suspect: GREY, ABRAHAM OLIVER
WARNING: This suspect is considered armed and dangerous (with a pen).
[/size]WARNING: This suspect is considered armed and dangerous (with a pen).
Basic Stats:
Name: Abraham Oliver Grey.
Known Aliases: Abe. Jonathon Donahue, Oliver Smith, Fred Vimes. (Used for his dealings with various different authorities.)
Gender: Male.
Age: 5th January 1985, 31.
Ethnicity: Caucasian.
Nationality: American.
Physical Description:
Mug shot: Callum Blue.
Height: 6’1”.
Build: Lithe and lanky. (Scrawny).
Hair Colour: Brown.
Eye Colour: Brown.
Known Disguises: Abe used to be a very stylishly and snappily dressed guy, but since getting disowned by his family he’s become decidedly more lax about his clothes. None of his suits are younger than about three years old and they’re always slightly rumpled because they haven’t seen an iron or clothes press in as many years. While his clothes might be scruffy they’re never dirty, more often than not because he has to wash them to get the blood splatters out of the fabric before it dries. The war, the stress of working in the Still Water Gang and a touch of insomnia have made all of Abe’s clothes decidedly looser and less tailored than they used to be.
Distinguishing Marks: Abe prides himself on being rather indistinguishable from your average Joe, he can blend right into a crowd and you wouldn’t even know he was there. He has collected his fair share of scars though, mainly from his time in the war. He has a particularly nasty looking slash of twisted scar tissue on his abdomen that he got from being stabbed by a bayonet during one battle. When he’s feeling particularly vindictive he tells new recruits to the Still Water Gang that Silas stabbed him for not fetching the boss a whiskey fast enough.
Psychological Report:
Self Image: It might not be noticeable at first, but Abe has a rather inflated sense of his own self importance. It isn’t so much arrogance as a belief that things will fall apart without him. (He says it can't be arrogance if he’s right.) Rather than making him bossy and impossible to be around this belief makes him work hard, possibly a little harder than he needs to. He usually gets the job done, through a combination of putting the hours in, determination and at times just plain intelligence, but this doesn’t stop him from feeling unsatisfied as his standards are set impossibly high.
To the Outward Eye: Abe has always been in the shadow of people with bigger and more exuberant personalities than his. In his youth his brother Markus got the spotlight by playing rebel and more recently people are more likely to notice the charming, but dangerous Silas. For that reason he can go unnoticed for some time, but once he is noticed he can hold his own. Abe definitely has the gift of the gab and can make even the most mundane story sound good. Though if you meet him in a crisis expect hysterics.
Social Status: He’s had the gift (or curse) of changing social circles several times throughout his life. Abe doesn’t have to work hard to make new friends, as he’s a friendly and approachable enough guy (especially in comparison to the people he currently chooses to associate himself with). However he isn’t very good at hanging on to the old ones. His reputation as Silas’s right hand man earns him allies and enemies in equal parts and his obsession with his work can leave him a little isolated at times.
Religion: Was a Roman Catholic, lost his faith some time ago, but old habits die hard.
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual.
Fears: War, his family, fist fights, gun fights, violence (specifically aimed in his direction) and the death of Silas Moran (Abe has no desire to run the Still Water gang and he knows he’ll move to the top of a lot of hit lists if Silas cops it).
Quirks/Habits:
- Cracks his knuckles.
- Always forgets people’s names until at least the 5th introduction.
- Slow eater.
- Snoops if left alone.
- Obsessively checks the time
- Despite this he is never on time for an appointment.
Dislikes: Guns, knives, violence, blood, cops, nightmares, other lawyers, his family and prohibition.
Detailed Report: Abe is a thinker not a fighter. He’s not a complete coward and he’ll hold his own if he has to, but he prefers to use words rather than violence to get his way. A multitude of life experiences have taught him what guns and fighting can do so it’s understandable that he’s reluctant to land himself in any more violent situations. Unfortunate really that he somehow ended up the second in command of the most ruthless and powerful gang in St. Louis.
He prides himself on being able to talk his way out of any situation, drawing on a quick wit, an extensive knowledge of law and sometimes just plain having a bigger vocabulary than the other guy to get his way. When that fails his next plan of action is to beg for mercy or run the hell away, sometimes both at the same time. Abe is far more diplomatic than many of the members of the Still Water Gang, who mostly employ a shoot first ask questions later approach to any and every situation, so he often ends up playing negotiator.
One of the biggest areas that he and Silas seem to disagree on is the need for mercy. Abe is willing to give people second chances. The way he sees it there are only a finite number of good, loyal people who are willing to work for the gang and if Silas keeps having them killed for the littlest mistakes they’ll soon run out. That said Abraham holds loyalty in high regard, cross him or betray the gang and he won’t hesitate to have a hit put out on your head.
Abe came from a very rich family and he was rather spoiled as a child. He became used to the finer things in life and it came as rather a shock when all that was stripped away when he went to war and he didn’t take it very graciously, whining constantly about the poor conditions which didn’t earn him any friends. Once he returned and got himself disowned by his family he had to get used to living on less money. For this reason he can get very jealous of people with more expensive things than him and covets them like crazy.
He doesn’t sleep very well a result of too much time spent working and being plagued by nightmares of the war and his brother’s death and this can make him irritable. Abe isn’t very tolerant of things that annoy him and once he gets riled up he’s a grumbler. He mumbles a constant stream of complaints and curses, not caring if anybody can decipher what he’s saying or even if anybody is listening. So long as he gets to vent.
Other: N/A.
Additional Information:
Occupation: UnderBoss and Lawyer of the Still Water Gang.
Socioeconomic Status: Middleclass. Any money he makes working within the gang seems to be spent almost as quickly as he earns it, frittered away on gambling, drink and bad investments. Formerly upperclass.
Education: Top notch private education with additional home schooling.
Weapon of Choice: If he had the choice he wouldn’t have a weapon, but he isn’t suicidal enough to think he could survive gang life without one. Abe reluctantly carries a Colt M1873 SAA feeling that if he is going to shoot somebody he might as well use a proper gun and take the time to aim. None of this unreliable semi-automatic nonsense, firing off bullets with no regard as to who you might hit.
Car/Vehicle/Mode of Transport: Abe drives a Hudson Essex Super Six Phaeton in black. He loves his car and flat out refuses to drive it for gang business that might end in a shoot out or car chase. While he enjoys driving he hasn’t the slightest clue about mechanics so he’d be a little stuck if it broke down on him.
Special Skills: As well as acting as lawyer for the Still Water Gang he is excellent at creating forgeries of important documents. Abe also has the uncanny talent of remaining alive despite working with Silas Moran on a daily basis.
Languages Spoken: American and a little French.
Known Accomplices:
Blood Relatives:
Father: Lawrence Grey (65), Lawyer.
Mother: Sylvia Grey (56, nee Donahue), Housewife.
Brother: Jeremy Grey (38), Lawyer.
Sister in law: Margaret Grey (30, nee Vimes), Housewife.
Sister: Ruth Grey (34), Secretary.
Brother: Markus Grey (26 at death).
Romantic Partner: N/A.
Other: The Still Water Gang.
Pets: While Abe doesn’t technically own any pets he’s taken to feeding the stray cats that hang around the alley outside Doyle’s Speakeasy.
Past Offences:
Birth Place: St. Louis City Hospital.
History: Abraham Oliver Grey had the good fortune and bad luck of being born into a family with old money. The Grey family had a reputation as the best and oldest established prosecution lawyers in the state with three generations of men working closely with the government and police to catch the bad guys and make sure a solid case was built to keep them behind bars. It was even rumoured one of Abe’s ancestors had been involved in drawing up the declaration of independence. (Or maybe that was just talk.)
Right from the outset Abe was given the best education money could buy, attending a private boys boarding school where information was beaten (literally) into children whether they wanted it or not. In the long summer months instead of getting an ounce of freedom everything he’d learnt at school was reinforced by a barrage of tutors. The poor boy didn’t stand a chance and wasn’t popular with the other students as the reputation of his bullying older brother Jeremy and flamboyantly reckless other sibling Markus preceded him.
As is so often the case Abraham and his siblings were pitted against each other for the love and
Abe’s life was coming along nicely and the cherry on the proverbial cake, the thing that filled him with a sense of smug satisfaction, was that he met a girl. Margaret Vimes was quite the looker and one of the trainee secretaries at the firm. Abe was a man in love and quickly set about wooing her (with the permission of her father of course, he wasn’t some uncouth scoundrel). Unfortunately Jeremy had the same idea, motivated mainly by the need for revenge against his upstart younger brother Abe, who the eldest Grey sibling felt was trying to snake his place as rightful air to the family company.
The day Abe discovered Jeremy had proposed and Margaret had accepted was one of the worst of his life. He dealt with it admirably by disappearing from work for two weeks and drinking himself under the table in various shady bars. It was Markus who eventually found him, the brother Abe never paid much mind to because he sidestepped family rivalries entirely by being the black sheep of the family by wanting to be a journalist instead of going into the family business.
The damage between Abe and Jeremy’s relationship was irreparable and the two of them never shared a civil conversation about anything other than work from that point on. Instead Abe and Markus set up a truce which quickly turned into an alliance against the madness of Grey family politics. Markus showed Abe a whole new world, one where he could have fun instead of working all the time. One with booze and gambling and dancing girls.
That was why it wasn’t much of a surprise that when Markus decided to go to war and fight the good fight Abe followed. Partly out of loyalty and partly on the order of their mother who was worried one of her boys was going to get himself killed out there alone. Abe hated it. Sure the training was just like boarding school with extra gym class, but he hadn’t exactly enjoyed his time at school with few friends. Besides his talents lay in academic subjects.
Markus settled in much more comfortably, even managing to get past the fact that their wealth had got them in at a higher rank rather than working their way up the old fashioned way. Abe eventually found his niche, though, reading and writing letters from home for the other men. So, despite being thoroughly miserable in poor conditions, Abe got by. That was until Markus had to go and be a hero, getting himself killed by going over the top to try and fetch the watch of a fallen comrade to send back to the man’s family. Abe would never know why he did it, although he had his suspicions that his brother and the soldier in question we a little more than friends.
He wasn’t given long to mourn, ending up getting transferred for one too many mistakes, to the 1st Platoon, D Company, 7th Machine Gun Battalion, 38th Regiment of the 3rd Infantry Division. If he’d had trouble fitting in before it wasn’t a patch on the animosity he felt from these men for feeling he’d replaced fallen soldiers. Eventually a chewing out from one Captain Silas Moran and the threat that he’d get a bullet in the back of the head if he wasn’t careful forced Abe to buck his ideas up. He fought in the second battle of the Marne, saving a few lives and ending a few more.
War changes a man and by the time Abe returned home, victorious but not feeling it, he was more distanced from his family than ever. He returned to work, thoroughly disillusioned with the noble art of prosecuting common criminals. A lot of the men his family were putting away had fought in the war, what did it matter if their interpretation of the law was a little different. Eventually Abe started accepting bribes from the Still Water Gang to sabotage the cases against their men, losing vital evidence, giving away the location of witnesses who usually met sticky ends and even exposing bent cops who weren’t quite bent enough to avoid testifying.
His dealings with the gang inevitably meant an impromptu reunion with Silas Moran. Not long after that his betrayal to the Grey name was exposed. His sister Ruth had known for some time what he was doing, nothing gets past the keen eyes of a secretary, but had hoped it was just a phase Abe would grow out of. When it became apparent he was becoming more and more immersed in gang life she told their parents. In order to avoid scandal and salvage the reputation of the firm Abe was quietly disowned, his inheritance withdrawn and instructed never to try and contact them again.
It could have spelled the end of his dealings with the gang now he was no longer in a position to work from within the justice system, but he proved his use in other ways. Forging documents, advising the bosses on the law (and ways to get around it on a technicality), representing gang men in the courtroom and eventually proving his skill at negotiation. Abe worked his way up through the gang, following in the wake of Silas mostly, the instinct to follow his old Captain drilled into him from his army days.
Somehow, against his better judgement, he ended up playing second in command once Silas became the big cheese. The job sneaking up on him before he really had the chance to be sensible and refuse. Abe wasn’t even sure how he ended up quite so far on the other side of the law. It was one thing to accept a couple of bribes and quite another to do the one doing the bribing. Shrugging off any doubts he decided he was happier doing this than he’d ever been as a prosecution lawyer or soldier.
RP Sample:
Well that was another evening that could well and truly be summed up as a disaster. Abe was exhausted, he just wanted to get back to his office and drink himself into a stupor. For a moment he was tempted to take a detour and have a good soak in the tub, he still had Ame’s blood all over him. It had started to dry and was making his shirt all crisp and flaky. The thought of good, strong, expensive liquor was more appealing though.
With a small sigh Abe paused before the door to his office to rub tiredly at the bridge of his nose with two fingers. Then he pushed open the door and almost turned round and left again. It was testament to how utterly worn out he was that he’d just wandered into Tristram’s office by mistake. Wait. That was definitely his desk, his quill, his owl and his books. Pickle was even there keeping a pile of homework warm. Why the blazes was everything so tidy?
Abe peered around the room, jaw slack in an expression of utter bewilderment. There was a woman sitting at his desk. Under normal circumstances he’d be delighted to find a woman in his office, but normally he hadn’t spent the evening rescuing students from the brink of death. Plus this woman, his mind belatedly supplied, was Jacaranda Mulicber. Great. Just what he wanted, horrifying tales of exactly how many times she’d had sex with Silas.
”You tidied my office!” He yelped accusingly, feeling alarmingly close to tears. He was a grown man, he hadn’t cried in years and he definitely wasn’t going to start now over a clean office. The stress of the evening was clearly getting to him. ”I’ll never find anything.” Abe whined. With a long-suffering sigh he flopped into the chair facing his desk and waved his wand absently at the fireplace. A fire instantly roared to life in the grate.
Resigning himself to the situation, Abe relaxed. ”I need a drink.” He said, looking meaningfully at the crystal glass in Jacaranda’s hand. He wasn’t at all surprised she’d found his stash. Abe tugged at his collar, pulling at the first button to pop it loose, then let his hand drop to pick absently and the flakes of blood clinging to the front of his shirt. All that was left now was to fix her with a suitably hurt look, she had gone and slept with Silas after all. That was just mean.
The look became a little more longing as he took in her appearance. Impossibly long legs propped up on his desk and… Was that Kristoff in her lap? Traitorous little bastard. Abe found himself hoping the kitten decided to sharpen his claws on her skirt. ”What are you doing here Jac?” He asked, not in the mood to dance around the subject, getting liberally sprayed in a student’s blood tended to make him irritable. He couldn’t help caring about them, despite the fact that they consistently refused to learn, even the Gryffindors. ”Come to gloat?”
With a small sigh Abe paused before the door to his office to rub tiredly at the bridge of his nose with two fingers. Then he pushed open the door and almost turned round and left again. It was testament to how utterly worn out he was that he’d just wandered into Tristram’s office by mistake. Wait. That was definitely his desk, his quill, his owl and his books. Pickle was even there keeping a pile of homework warm. Why the blazes was everything so tidy?
Abe peered around the room, jaw slack in an expression of utter bewilderment. There was a woman sitting at his desk. Under normal circumstances he’d be delighted to find a woman in his office, but normally he hadn’t spent the evening rescuing students from the brink of death. Plus this woman, his mind belatedly supplied, was Jacaranda Mulicber. Great. Just what he wanted, horrifying tales of exactly how many times she’d had sex with Silas.
”You tidied my office!” He yelped accusingly, feeling alarmingly close to tears. He was a grown man, he hadn’t cried in years and he definitely wasn’t going to start now over a clean office. The stress of the evening was clearly getting to him. ”I’ll never find anything.” Abe whined. With a long-suffering sigh he flopped into the chair facing his desk and waved his wand absently at the fireplace. A fire instantly roared to life in the grate.
Resigning himself to the situation, Abe relaxed. ”I need a drink.” He said, looking meaningfully at the crystal glass in Jacaranda’s hand. He wasn’t at all surprised she’d found his stash. Abe tugged at his collar, pulling at the first button to pop it loose, then let his hand drop to pick absently and the flakes of blood clinging to the front of his shirt. All that was left now was to fix her with a suitably hurt look, she had gone and slept with Silas after all. That was just mean.
The look became a little more longing as he took in her appearance. Impossibly long legs propped up on his desk and… Was that Kristoff in her lap? Traitorous little bastard. Abe found himself hoping the kitten decided to sharpen his claws on her skirt. ”What are you doing here Jac?” He asked, not in the mood to dance around the subject, getting liberally sprayed in a student’s blood tended to make him irritable. He couldn’t help caring about them, despite the fact that they consistently refused to learn, even the Gryffindors. ”Come to gloat?”
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