Post by Tiberius Deacon Hargreaves on May 12, 2016 15:35:17 GMT -5
TY DEACON HARGREAVES
FULL NAME: Tiberius Deacon Hargreaves
NICKNAMES: Ty
AGE: twenty nine
GENDER: male
SEXUALITY: Straight
STATUS: Single
GROUP: Citizen
GRADE: N/A
MAJOR: N/A.
JOB OCCUPATION: As far as anyone knows, he's just a muscle man for the gang he'd grown up with but he's really a police officer with the organised crime unit.
HAIR: Cropped short, a little longer on the top than the sides. His hair is so dark, it's almost black but not quite.
EYES: Green.
SCARS/BIRTHMARKS: He's got his fair share from fights gone a little sideways but he's been lucky that he's relatively scar free.
TATTOOS: Plenty. He's got two full sleeves a chest piece that includes a young girl praying and a lion's head with a full mane and quite a few more scattered across his body. The most important ones though, seem the most innocuous. He's got 12/21 in Roman numerals right across one shoulder and 85 across the other. One is his best friend's birthday and the other is his precinct.
PIERCINGS: None.
PLAY-BY: Micah Truitt! <3
LIKES: motorcycles, cold import, his favourite leather jacket, ramen noodles, whiskey on ice, jacked up trucks, dogs, travel, the beach, nightclubs, sour patch kids, satirical comedies, smart mouth women, social media, poker.
DISLIKES: innocent women, warm beer, gang life, liars (and he knows how hypocritical it is), migraines, social media, cardigans, romance novels, crime shows, getting lost, fucking up, misplacing his phones, blue pen
FEARS: Getting a girl pregnant, getting shot, Someone finding out who he really is.
SECRETS: Ty is actually a cop. He hadn't started out that way but he and his best friend had been young, saw what was going on and wanted out. He'd been the one to go to the cops though. He'd been the one to talk, not Sullivan. But Sully was the one killed and all the blame was put on his family. He blames himself for that every single day and it's what pushes him forward.
PERSONALITY: Ty is very much a twig of a girl in the middle of winter; tons of layers. He was that thug kid who wore his clothes ten sizes too big, his ball caps slightly tilted to the side over a bandanna and thought himself the coolest guy out there. He had been the cutest little kid on the planet at one point but it wasn't a good neighbourhood and one thing always leads to the next and that was how Ty found himself embroiled in gang life. When it started to turn sideways, he started to look for an out with his best friend; get them the hell out of Dodge before shit really did go south. It didn't work and he lives with the guilty conscience of that every single day. He promised his dead best friend that he would look out for his little sister, make sure she did get out before the gang life became all there was for her; protect her any way that he could. But that's not all there is to Ty. He's given his word to serve and protect and damn if he isn't keeping that promise. Once upon a time he was just some tatted up thug, now he's a tatted up cop. And he's damn proud of that. He pulled himself up and out of the gutter his life has been falling down and now he's two members away from fully tearing apart the gang he'd grown up in. For all intents and purposes, Ty is still a hard man and comes across a little ruthless and cruel but these days that's more a persona than the real him. Underneath it all, he does have a heart; it's just been buried for so long he's not really sure how he's going to let it show once his life becomes his own again. He'll never claim to be a saint because he never was one but he will promise to try and be a man that his best friend could be proud of; the type of man that they'd both wanted to be before Sulli had been shot and that particular dream went up in smoke. He's not the romantic type, he's too rough and tumble for that but he does know how to treat women right. He is by no means a gentleman, a fact that he's also quite pleased about.
MOTHER: Edith Hargreaves & 63.
FATHER: Carl Hargreaves & 66.
SIBLINGS: N/A
OTHERS: Sullivan Wayne Fawkes & Deceased, best friend
Elvira Lyris Fawkes & 27, Best friend's sister.
PETS: Kathel & Irish Wolfhound, 3 yrs
Teagan & Irish Setter, 2 yrs!
HOMETOWN: Brooklyn, New York City, New York.
HISTORY: So many years ago, Edith gave birth to her only child, Tiberius Deacon Hargreaves, much to the joy of her husband of nine years, Carl. Edith hadn't known if she would even make it through the first trimester as she hadn't until Ty. And even he'd arrived in the world six days earlier than they'd planned. Edith and Carl had not been a young couple at this point but they still hadn't had all the money in the world saved up. They had a roof over their heads, clothes in the wardrobe and food on plates but there was still plenty Ty had wanted for, though none of it was important. He'd had toys growing up, his parents having splurged on things to occupy their growing son. Ty had been a cute little boy growing up, which gave him the distraction he needed when he started picking pockets to buy himself some sweets when the craving for a bit of sugar hit him. He met Sullivan in school and they became fast friends there, both egging each other on to see who was better as small boys did.
They'd been young, stupid and thought themselves invincible when they'd joined a gang together. Ty was already a bit of a scallywag and fell into gang life pretty easily. Things weren't overly terrible, at least, not while Ty was ever around. There were beatings and fights and things but it all seemed to minor that ty didn't put much care or thought into it. And then the leader of the gang decided they were too small time and wanted to change that. And it was around then that Ty and Sullivan thought it was getting to be too much and they wanted out. Sullivan had been scared but Ty knew they needed to talk to someone, so he'd gone off alone to talk to the police. Their neighbourhood may have been seedy but at least they weren't part of the darker dealings. But dealing a bit of pot on the street corner hadn't been enough, the leader wanted harder drugs being sold on those streets by his people. Ty told the cops everything. He was just barely shy of his eighteenth birthday and because he was still seventeen, the detective he spoke to gave him options. He'd been a stupid kid, had said as much and promised he would take whatever punishment came his way.
They put him back into the gang as their CI. It worked well for a long time but then it turned. Shit went down and it was discovered that someone was talking to the cops. It was of course, Ty who was talking but he was very good at covering his tracks. Sullivan knew of course, but he was all for it because it meant protecting his sister. Even now after eleven years, Ty isn't sure how they found out, if anyone actually ever did or if they wanted Sully out of the way and so created some bullshit to spread through the gang. But someone pointed their finger at Sullivan, claiming he was the one talking to the police. Everyone believed it was true, even though Sully had never done anything strange or out of the ordinary, he wasn't always around when plans were made or conveniently missing later when those plans were about to go down and the police showed up. But Ty had been. When he'd heard the plans for Sully, he slipped out, walked around in circles as if he were clearing his head, but it was really to make sure he hadn't been followed before heading over to the precinct he needed and the detective he needed to talk to. He wanted Sully saved and he wanted out. But Detective Danny Weatherly talked him into sticking around and keeping an eye on them still. It was the best way to get the gang to crumble, from the inside out.
He agreed of course, but he wanted Sully out now. And so they made plans and Ty told him everything about where they were going to get him, how they all thought it was his best friend and not him who was the rat. He needed Sully to be okay. He would have promised his soul. He told Detective Weatherly that Sully was his best friend, even though gang life dictated that there were no such things as friends in their world. Detective Weatherly promised he would set things to rights, protect Sully and get him the hell out of dodge. He said he would stop it before it ever happened; make it seem like a routine check in the area and catch them just before it happened. Ty was relieved. But he knew Sully was supposed to meet up with his sister so he job was to keep her occupied long enough that they'd all be arrested before she got there so she and Sully would be able to go on about their business uninterrupted. Ty stalled her for as long as he possibly could, flirting and teasing her until she'd had enough and left him. He could only pray to every deity listening to him that it had been enough time. Still, he'd had a sick feeling and followed her close enough that he saw what she saw when they got to their meeting place. The cops had been late.
From then, Ty blamed Weatherly. There were screaming and yelling matches, all of which the detective took without yelling back. He understood that they'd fucked up and ruined the trust Ty had had in him; in the police. But there was a way of making things right, of getting the people who'd committed the cruelest crime. Weatherly suspected the cruiser who'd been assigned the "routine check" had been paid off to be late, meaning there was someone in the precinct who was looking out but not getting any facts straight. Weatherly thought it was ridiculous police work, that. If they were passing along messages to the gang but not getting the CI right. It all burned Ty the wrong way though and he wanted justice. He wanted them to pay for what they'd done, not to just to him but to Elvira and her parents as well. Elvira wanted answers just as much but Ty couldn't let her get involved and figure out the truth about him and Sullivan. He branded her a liar, made a fuss until everyone believed him when he said she made it all up in her grief stricken mind to cope with everything. And thankfully, they believed him, though it killed him inside to ruin her reputation, even if it was only ruining it for a group of drug addled, idiotic gang members.
Two years went by with Ty shutting down Elvira at every corner, making sure her being a liar stuck. And then the worst thing could happen to her. He had missed that particular meeting, having been at the precinct going through the training he'd been still secretly a part of. Since that night that Sullivan died, the precinct captain put in special requests and such to have Ty join the force until special circumstances and it gave him a renewed sense of self and a new determination. But two years of training, didn't do anything when he missed an important meeting, claiming his mother was ill, which she was but it hadn't been anything he needed to stick around home for. And then later that night, he heard the sirens and knew something was going down. He dressed quickly and rushed to Elvira's house, seeing before ever getting there, the bright lights of a full blown fire. He hadn't known or he would have called it in on the burner he had, made sure the house was watched. He felt even more guilt, despite not having known it was going to happen. Everything that happened to Elvira felt like it was done by his own hands and the guilt ate him away but he had to keep going. He couldn't find his answers at the bottle of a bottle or in the embrace of one of the plethora of women the gang seemed to have hanging off them.
He needed revenge, he needed justice. The next few years flew with Ty slowly working his way through the gang. He'd taken out a few middle level men, bringing in a couple fellow cops with impressive, albeit fake backgrounds to help him out. Between the three of them, they were taking care of the gang but Ty knew there would be others who would take up the corners and the women that were left when this gang was done for. At twenty nine now, Ty is so close to finishing off the work he'd been doing for so long now. A few short months and the three of them would be returning to a life without this gang. Ty doesn't know what that feels like. He's genuinely scared of what he's going to do with himself after all of this is said and done. At least he has a decent apartment, in a much better neighbourhood to go home to every night after he's made sure he's not being followed. He could always claim it's a girlfriend's place but then he'd have to produce a girlfriend out of thin air as much as he likes the few women part of his unit, the chemistry isn't there. He can't wait though, for the day that he can tell Elvira the truth about everything; and probably get punched in the face for his efforts but he strongly believes he deserves it.
YOUR ALIAS: Cali!
RULE WORDS: I'm keeping them!
WHERE YOU FOUND US: It'll give you nightmares.
SAMPLE:NO!
