GREKOV, JAMES ALEKSANDR

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JAMES ALEKSANDR GREKOV

FULL NAME:
James Aleksandr Grekov

NICKNAMES:
Jim, Sarge

AGE:
24

GENDER:
Male

SEXUALITY:
Straight

STATUS:
Single

GROUP:
Student

GRADE:
Freshman

MAJOR:
Criminology

JOB OCCUPATION:
US Army Reserves Military Police (E-7), SWAT Member

HAIR:
Dark Brown

EYES:
Green

SCARS/BIRTHMARKS:
Scar on right cheek below his eye from a knife fight.

TATTOOS:
A Dagger with a scroll wrapped around it saying "Si vis pacem, para bellum" on his left upper arm

PIERCINGS:
N/A

PLAY-BY:
Channing Tatum

LIKES:

• Military
• Foreign Cultures
  
• Learning
• Running
• Smoking
• Vodka
• Snow
• Training
  
• Teaching
• Hanging out with people
  

DISLIKES:

• Losing
• Jerks
• Drunks
• Intolerance
• Negative People
  
• Fighting for no reason
  
• Overly Religious People
  
• Ignorant People
  
• Beer
• Mixed Drinks
  

FEARS:

• Fireworks
• Crowded Places
  
• Nuns
  

SECRETS:

• He operated in a Black Ops group during his second tour
  
• In order to cope with his actions during his second tour, he drinks a lot of vodka
  

PERSONALITY:

"Nicholas Ipati?"
"Yes that's me. Can I help you?"
"I would like to know about your nephew, James.”
"Is he in trouble with the Government?”
"Not quite. What is he like now?"
"What do you mean?"
"Personality-wise. Is he sane or just a crazed killer?"
"Well that's blunt, but...

James is sworn to a strict code of ethics and honor that he would rather die first then break a single rule on the code. He is a little fanatic about it but besides that, he could be considered normal. He takes morning and evening runs and works out daily. He likes to visit the nearby tourist locations and rest; he even may take a guitar and play some music. He even smiles and laughs. He is a big flirt, and likes to play around, but doesn’t let things get too far. Sometimes he’ll even try to get a girlfriend, emphasis on try though poor boy. Yet his dark side is a very powerful factor in his thoughts and emotions.

When he is being a good guy, which is most of the time mind you, James is great to be around. He doesn’t talk much, so he is a great listener. He always there to lend a helping hand to anyone, and isn’t afraid to get a little messy to help his friends. He will keep his loyalty to anyone as long as he doesn’t break his code of honor. James also loves outside. He hates being indoors so he is most open and playful outside. I guess it’s the military in him. A little funny tidbit is that he loves wearing suits. I don't know why but he just loves being dressed up despite the work he does."

"Well that's if he's a good guy. What about when he's mad?"
"He a soldier of the US Army. Doesn't that explain it."
"He is a different case then most American Soldiers. What would be the best advice to give someone dealing with him?"
"Easy...

All you have to do is not piss him off. I’ve heard the stuff he talks about in his sleep. He’d beat a man to death with his bare hands if he is angry enough, but because of his military training he’s learned to control it sometimes, yet it also makes him more lethal. He hasn’t been the same since he got back from the War though. He often talks to himself and only mumbles a few words here and there around strangers. He also hates formality; he gets enough of it in the military. I sympathize with him on that though. He isn’t quick to anger but he is slow to recover. He’d probably hunt a man down for a year if he caused any bodily harm to him. But if he finds a man hurting a woman, there will be a bloodbath without a doubt."

"You really think he's capable of that?"
"Without a doubt in my mind."
"I think that is all we need for his personality."
"One last thing...

If you plan on taking someone from him, you better be ready for a fight. In Afghanistan he personally ripped apart a village looking for a POW, his Major at the time, though some people claim he didn’t follow the ROE to the letter and entered the Grey area on his hunt. But just imagine here, he wouldn’t have to obey any rules as he hunts down whoever they are. But if someone willingly leaves him, he won’t chase them. Obviously they left for a reason, he has enough to deal with and he’s used to rejection and being scorned. But don’t expect him to welcome you back with open arms, with a few hateful remarks and maybe even a fight yes, and then on top of that you might not be let back in. He needs people that will stay in his life, now just come and go as they please.

I’m sure he did the same thing they all do over there, fight the damn war and just try to survive. I don’t envy him. Ever since he’s been back he’s changed. He just seems so much darker and solemn. When I first met him and from what Jennifer and David have said, we almost couldn’t make him shut up half the time. Nowadays he barely speaks; it’s hard to get more than a couple of sentences out of him. His night terrors have gotten worse, I fear for him, I honestly do. He was thrown to the dogs too young and now he’s having to pay a price worse than death itself.

"You fear for him? Or do you fear him?"
“Both. I fear he’ll lose his mind and just go crazy, but I still care for him as if he was my own son.”
“Then why do you fear him?”
“He’s a soldier. He’s been to war and he’s changed so much. He isn’t the same, but I assure you he isn’t dangerous.”

MOTHER:
Jennifer Williams, 49,


FATHER:
David Williams, 53

SIBLINGS:
Bethany Williams, 11

OTHERS:
Nicholas Ipati, Uncle 65

PETS:
N/A

HOMETOWN:
Samara, Russia

HISTORY:

“Now we want to know about when he was born to now.”
“What for? It's in his file.”
“Please stay on...”
“And why did the CIA just show up at my doorstep? I retired ten years ago."
"Just answer our questions."
"Fine. Well lets see...

James was born in Samara to a drunken mother, my sister, and a non-existent father, hell probably just a fling she had. A month later, he was left on the doorstep of an orphanage in Samara with a blanket, ten rubles, and my phone number in America. He had his birth certificate, but his parent’s names had been removed. The orphanage took him in and placed him with the other newborns. They contacted me but I couldn’t take him in because of my work."

"What was your work exactly?"
"I'm not at liberty to say."
"Okay then. Continue."
"Alright...

The caretakers assumed that I was someone for James to contact when he was older. Nevertheless, he was now considered an orphan in Russia. He was to be raised like the others and treated like the others, one day to join their army or end up on the streets in a Gang.

He was treated well for the first few years, yet when he was five and could start working, he did. His lead caretaker, Yuslef, was a cold woman. She made the young children clean around the clock constantly beating them for any breaks they took. She forced them to even work outside in the weather. After six years of this hell, James was luckily adopted by Jennifer and David who lived in Boston, who at the time were having trouble conceiving a child. You’ll see that in his records of course.”

"We have seen this in his record. Continue Ipati."
"I'd love to...

James was twelve when he got here, and David put him in boxing league and started training him how to fight. He learned quickly and started in Tournaments as soon as he was eligible. It was two years later that either David and Jennifer gave him my number, or he found it himself, but James called me. I was in Miami at the time and was surprised. I had always known my drunken sister had a child and she told me to one day expect a call from him, but I never expected that he would call me. Poor child first thought I was his father, but when I told him I was his uncle, he just started firing off questions about his parents. In an impulsive action I hung up without saying anything because I was surprised.

"Did he not know who they were?"
"All he knew at the time was he was left at an orphanage."
"Alright."
"I'll continue...

There James tried to be a normal American Student, yet the High School he went to was filled with preppy kids, not wanting to befriend some Russian Immigrant, who still had the accent and could speak English decently at that time. He was also having problems at home as Jennifer and David had just had their first child together after years of trying, much to their surprise. But I think he took it better than most other adopted kids would have.

I finally did meet him on his 17th birthday, five years after he had been brought into the country. James was elated but he still stayed the outcast at the school. Eventually he had his breaking point as three of the football players were picking on him, he just took it and ignored them which only made them angrier. At this time he had grown to 6’5” and weighed 250 lbs, still boxing every now in then to stay in shape. James never threw the first punch but he finished the fight. It was a one sided fight in James's favor. He wasn’t charged with anything because it was all in self-defense, much to the complaints of the parents of the students. He was allowed to return to the school after a month long suspension. During that month off, he went to an Army Recruiter and enlisted. I was both proud and worried for his safety."

"Then he was surely a threat. If he was injuring people, yet the Military still took him?"
“He was cleared of all charges and it was in self-defense. Why are you asking these question just look at his damn file.”
“Just stay on topic and answer our questions so that we can finish this business.”
"We could get this over with if you'd stop interrupting me...

When he graduated three months later, he was immediately sent to Basic Training and endured the ten hot weeks. Afterwards, he was sent to Fort Leonard Woods for Military Police training. Those weeks were the most fun for James as he learned the various weapons available to him. He was proficient enough to be named a platoon leader and ranked Corporal. He was eighteen and finally happy with his life. As a Military Policeman, he was sent first to Korea for a time, until he was deployed right after Christmas.

He was deployed to Afghanistan in a combat role for two years. He fought on the frontlines often leading missions. He watched men on both sides die. He felt sad at first but the war slowly hardened him. Soon if he saw anyone with a weapon that wasn’t an American, he killed them. He left bodies in his wake mission after mission. He was used to seeing blood and wasn’t afraid. He had been stabbed and shot a couple of times, only to be back next mission ready for combat. He gained rank quickly in the field eventually resting at a Sergeant First Class. He celebrated the promotion with his birthday turning 22, commemorating the event by getting a tattoo on his arm.”

"This could be a Gang identifier if that was the life the orphanage imprinted on him."
"He isn't in a Gang, I assure you. It's US Army tattoo."
"Ipati, we want what is best for him."
"Sure. Just let me finish...

He had five months left on his deployment, when he was injured by a roadside bomb. He was knocked unconscious and hospitalized for two months. He stayed with Jennifer and David during his recovery time. I visited him when I could. He did go back to Afghanistan after a few months and led a mission to rescue some POW's the Taliban had taken. Afterwards, he stayed there for two years working on missions he can’t talk about. And don’t waste your time looking at them, I’ve already tried. His files during that time have all been redacted, there is no proof he was ever there and the pictures of him there have everyone’s faces blacked out. I have the same files and pictures in my own file while I worked for the CIA, he worked off the record and did things for his country that only he knows of.

He was just sent home and signed reenlistment papers with a reserve unit. I had him enrolled in College in New York, so he could try to find work outside of the military, he did find some with NYPD as a SWAT Member, but I want him in something that isn't so dangerous. He's is still recovering from the war, often going on sleepless nights. He lives in my guest room if you would like to speak with him."

"That's an interesting offer Ipati. But we'd have to deny it"
"Why?"
"Don't worry about it."
"Anyways are we done here?"
"Yes. Thank you for your information Ipati."
"I'm sorry I never got your name."
"I'm nobody. Just looking into his history."
"Just how in depth are you getting with James' life?"
"Good day Ipati.”

YOUR ALIAS: James
RULE WORDS: kidnappedbykim!
WHERE YOU FOUND US: Proboards Support
SAMPLE:

“Poydem. Ty dolzhen byt' obman.”

“Ona nazyvayetsya udacha plemyannik.”

“Da . Ty uveren, chto povezet, chtoby ya ne vyyasnit', kak vy obmanyvayete.”

Nicholas laughed at his nephew as they spoke in Russian at the Starbucks on 5th Ave, a few minutes walk from their apartment. Amid the people listening to music and messing around on their computers, the two of them were playing a game of Durak, a Russian Card game that James was having to learn from his Uncle who he now suspected of cheating. With a sigh James stood up and walked over to the counter to order some coffee. His uncle wanted his usual Something Macchiato, but James was never much of a coffee drinker so when the overly excited Barista, who used her head and hands to talk, asked him if that was it James just kind of nodded and pulled out his wallet to pay for it.

“I think it’s like really awesome that you keep coming here with that old guy and playing cards with him. And that language you two are speaking is totally awesome also.”

“Thank you ma’am. And he’s my Uncle, he’s teaching me how to play cards but I think he’s cheating.”

“O M Geee he shouldn’t be doing that. That is like so not cool.”

A small laugh escaped James as he covered it up with a cough into his shoulder. He had almost forgotten some people actually talked like that. His time in Afghanistan had made him be around people that used actual words and not chatspeak when actually speaking. She had a huge smile plastered on her face as she took James’ money and walked off to make the drink. James returned to the table he and his Uncle were sitting at and shrugged his shoulders. His uncle shuffled the deck and started laying out the cards for another game as James looked around at the people so engrossed into their electronics. A few moments later, a voice caught him slightly off-guard as his eyes had found themselves staring into the street watching the people walking past.

“Here you go sir. I hope it’s to your standards.”

She held that giant smile on her face as she waited for him to taste it and tell her how it was. He handed off to his Uncle who took a drink and smiled. She looked between them with a curious look as she had expected the drink to be for James and not his uncle. She made her way back to the counter where she quickly found her phone in her hands and away to Insta-land. James shoved the cards back to his uncle as he shook his head to show he didn’t want to play anymore. He looked around himself again and noticed this time two men in black suits staring intently at him, but they looked away when he caught their eye.

“Brosayu uzhe?”

“Da. Ya prosto khochu, chtoby poyti v kvartiru i naslazhdat'sya eti posledniye paru dney, prezhde chem ya v konechnom itoge na pervom kurse v kolledzhe. Kakiye vy zastavili menya v ya mog by dobavit'.”

His uncle laughed as he stood up and took his coffee with him. James followed him, nodding his head at the girl behind the counter, but she was too engrossed in her phone that she missed him. James sighed and walked out into the August weather looking around himself. They had arrived at their apartment after a few minutes of walking, Nicholas went to the apartment, while James stayed on the elevator to the top floor then up a set of stairs to the rooftop where he pulled out a cigarette and lit it taking a large puff of it. He watched the city streets below him and wondered what he was going to experience in his new civilian life. Sure he had military duty once a month, but now he could lead a life without worrying about if he’s being deployed tomorrow or not. He could have a normal-ish life. He saw two men in black suits enter the building below and started wondering if they were the same ones that he had seen at Starbucks.

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