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inthenickoftime[PLAYER INFO]
NAME: Britt
AGE: 25
JOURNAL: daestwen
IM: daestwen at gmail dot com
PLURK: sh_consulting
E-MAIL: same as im
RETURNING: Yes, one, Sherlock.
[CHARACTER INFO]
CHARACTER NAME: Nicholas Angel
SERIES: Hot Fuzz (Movie)
CHRONOLOGY: End of the movie
CLASS: Hero. Ultimate Police Officer.
BACKGROUND:
INTRO MONTAGE: Police Constable Nicholas Angel. Born and schooled in London. Graduated Canterbury University in 1993 with a double first in Politics and Sociology. Attended Handon college of police training. Displayed great aptitude in field exercises, notably urban pacification and riot control. Academically excelled in theoretical coursework, and final year examinations. Received a baton of honour. Graduated with distinction in to the Metropolitan Police Service. Quickly established an effectiveness and popularity within the community. Proceeded to improve skill base with courses in advanced driving and advanced cycling. Became heavily involved in extra vocational activities, and to this day holds the Met Record for the hundred meter dash. In 2001 began active duty with renowned SO-19 Armed Response Unit. Received a bravery award for efforts in resolution of Operation Crackdown. In the last three months has received nine special commendations. Achieved the Highest Arrest record of any officer in the Met, And sustained three injuries in the line of duty. Most recently in December when wounded by a man dressed as Father Christmas.
Nicholas’ world is the same as ours - complete with terrible buddy cop films, cornettos, and farmers with lots of guns. Nick lived in London all his life, and he always wanted to be a policeman, since the time he was given a toy police peddle-car to roll around in and arrest the bad kids as a small child. He worked with a single-minded ambition towards this goal, his entire life dedicated to becoming the absolute best police officer that he could be, and he managed it. He became the most exceptional police officer that the Metropolitan Police had ever seen.
That was, of course, the problem.
With an arrest record 400 percent higher than any other officer in the service, Nicholas was making everyone else on the force look incompetent. He was also so focused that his personal relationships, most notably with his long time girlfriend Janine, felt hopelessly into disrepair. He simply couldn’t ‘switch off.’ In order to get rid of him (so they could all look better) the Metropolitan Police Service gave Nicholas a promotion to Sergeant - and then shuffled him away to the tiny town of Sanford.
Sanford was, of course, idyllic. Village of the year several years in a row, with no major crimes or arrests... In fact, no crime of any kind. It was, in a word, perfect.
Too Perfect.
There, he met his new partner Danny Butterman, the son of the Inspector, who took an instant liking to him and peppered him with questions about becoming a ‘real’ policeman. He had a difficult time fitting in with the rest of the village, as his stern demeanour and non-nonsense approach to the law gained him few friends.
Not long into his stay, however, strange things began to happen. People kept turning up dead in horrific accidents. A decapitating traffic collision, a gas explosion fueled by baked beans. Written off by the rest of the force, Angel’s increasing suspicions only lead them to ridicule him.
With only Danny to listen and understand, Nicholas slowly attempts to unravel the strange accidents and prove the intentions behind them - which all comes to a head when he witnesses the murder of Leslie Tiller, stabbed with her own shears.
With the absolute knowledge, now, that there is a serial murderer in the village, Nick chases down the suspect but loses them. He returns to the police station to confront his peers, and ultimately convince Inspector Butterman to let him confront the man he believes is responsible: Simon Skinner. However at the last moment Skinner fails to have the damning evidence for Nick to prove that it is him - he's missed the wound in his leg that the suspect he chased sustained while he fled. Dejected and confused, he returns with Danny to the tedium of every day police work until over a cornetto he has a brain wave. What if there was more than one killer?
Racing in to see the inspector and pour out his theories to him, Frank Butterman convinces him to go home and rest - that simple country life is getting to him, that he might be starting to go a bit... Well, crazy. Dejected, Angel returns home only to find a dim witted assassin waiting for him - Lurch. After smashing him in the head with a Japanese peace lily, Nick grabs his radio and follows the trail back to a meeting... Of the neighborhood watch alliance, who have been liking everyone who threatened Samford's village of the year prize! Worse, Frank Butterman, the Police Inspector, is running the whole thing!
Heartbroken, Nick tells them that they are all under arrest, but at his side Danny suddenly appears and all is lost. Cue chase scene, the discovery of dozen's of bodies and then - finally - Danny stabs him in the heart. ... Or did he? Several miles in the back of a trunk later, Nick is revealed alive - saved by the notebook full of ketchup that Danny had slipped into his breast pocket earlier that evening. However, he refuses to help Nicholas go after his dad, so the pair part ways, until Nick returns with a plan. And a horse.
Together, and later with the rest of the police when they are convinced of Frank's insanity, they take down and imprison the neighborhood watch alliance and Frank Butterman, and Stamford is allowed to be a normal village instead of a perfect one.
And Nick has finally, maybe, found the place - and the people - and the person - that allow him to learn to "switch off".
PERSONALITY:
Nicholas is the ultimate workaholic. Everything to him is his work and he takes it incredibly seriously.
In fact, Nick takes everything incredibly seriously. Under age drinking. Grafitti. Traffic violations. Paper work. Nothing, as long as it is under the purview of the law, is too small or demeaning to warrant his full and absolute attention.
In the beginning his relationship skills need a serious amount of work. He mentions missing anniversaries, birthdays, even Janine's Father's funeral. His job takes full priority over his life, and he has no real friends outside the police service, and even they are happy to see him go. No mention is made of any living family.
This all changes as he slowly learns about friendship through his partner Danny, who introduces him to terrible cop films, cornettos, and taking it easy. He learns to relax - ever so slightly - but that doesn't mean he ever stops being a bad ass.
He is, however, polite and cordial even if sometimes a bit terse. Public relations are just as important to his job as preventing crime and giving speeding tickets.
He honestly believes that the law is paramount, and that it is set in place in order to protect its people and to prevent conflict. Therefore even the simplest traffic regulations are important, as they are in place to protect lives. The ultimate betrayal, for him, is when Frank is revealed to be working not only as a representative of the law, but ultimately completely betraying it.
He didn’t like to drink, because he never drank on the job, and well - Nicholas was always on the job. It takes Danny’s constant persistence to convince him to relax enough to have a few beers.
He has an unfailing sense of right and wrong, and relies on his sense of justice when circumstances spread outside of his comfort zone. He has a japanese peace lily that he tends obsessively and affectionately.
POWER:
1. Shit Just Got Real - When he puts on his sun glasses, he magically summons something that is appropriate to the situation. ie. I'm on a horse. Often this is a Japanese Peace Lily so that he can relax. Note: power only works once per situation, he doesn't control what is summoned, an it only lasts the duration of the situation. It must be a real-world item or animal.
2. Is that all you've got? - He is invulnerable as long as he is quipping one-liners.
3. You Ain’t Seen Bad Boys 2? - Has infinite bullets if firing one or two guns whilst jumping through the air.
[CHARACTER SAMPLES]
COMMUNITY POST (VOICE) SAMPLE:
VIDEO:
[Have a very stern, frowning man on your Network, City! It’s Nicholas Angel, and he’s still in uniform, glaring down at his communicator.]
Well I’ve called the Metropolitan Police six times. Given my name, rank. I’ve never quite heard that much laughing when attempting to report in.
The number for the station in Samford doesn’t go anywhere.
[He pauses, lowering the comm slightly. It’s apparent, now, that he’s on the street, a few blocks down from the Porter building. His aviator glasses glint in the harsh sunlight. Yeah, he listened to the spiel.]
Right.
I’m not looking for a transfer. If someone can get in touch with the Metropolitan Police Service without them falling into hysterics, I’d appreciate the contact.
I need to report a kidnapping. [The feed cuts out.]
LOGS POST (PROSE) SAMPLE:
He twirled the pens out of his breast pocket, slamming the buttons down with a sharp CLICK. Leaning over the pages intently, he scrawled in sharp, jagged strokes the name Peter Herring into the perpetrator column. Underneath, Valdalism. The light glinted in a bright streaking glare from the end of the chromed pen, and Nicholas raised his eyes to look at the young man on the other side of the desk. He was nervous, sweating, fingers digging into his trousers as he tried to look anywhere other than at the Badass currently writing paperwork.
Nick didn’t care. He caught him red handed.
Literally.
“You’re aware that the side wall of Central Station is, in fact, public property?” His voice was stern, snappish, his face set on the young man’s. “And that spray painting ‘DIE IMPORTS’ constitutes not only an act of vandalism but also a hate crime?”
He didn’t wait for a reply before briskly filling out the rest of the paper work and then slamming the pen down on the desk. The City only made these kind of cases worse. For the first time in his life, dealing with prejudice stemming from something other than solely his job... Where words worse than ‘Facist’ were whipped at his face regularly when dealing with the underbelly of the City...
But work was work and this teenager had just signed himself off to a massive fine with a splash of brilliant red spray paint. Even if the intent hadn’t been malicious - which, given the particular brand of graffiti, it most certainly was - Nicholas would still pursue this to the full extent of the law.
The maliciousness simply helped him enjoy it more.
He looked up at the other hapless police officers, one on either side of the suspect.
“Book him, boys.”
FINAL NOTES:
NOPE THAT’S ABOUT IT. Let me know if I need to adjust anything. c:
NAME: Britt
AGE: 25
JOURNAL: daestwen
IM: daestwen at gmail dot com
PLURK: sh_consulting
E-MAIL: same as im
RETURNING: Yes, one, Sherlock.
[CHARACTER INFO]
CHARACTER NAME: Nicholas Angel
SERIES: Hot Fuzz (Movie)
CHRONOLOGY: End of the movie
CLASS: Hero. Ultimate Police Officer.
BACKGROUND:
INTRO MONTAGE: Police Constable Nicholas Angel. Born and schooled in London. Graduated Canterbury University in 1993 with a double first in Politics and Sociology. Attended Handon college of police training. Displayed great aptitude in field exercises, notably urban pacification and riot control. Academically excelled in theoretical coursework, and final year examinations. Received a baton of honour. Graduated with distinction in to the Metropolitan Police Service. Quickly established an effectiveness and popularity within the community. Proceeded to improve skill base with courses in advanced driving and advanced cycling. Became heavily involved in extra vocational activities, and to this day holds the Met Record for the hundred meter dash. In 2001 began active duty with renowned SO-19 Armed Response Unit. Received a bravery award for efforts in resolution of Operation Crackdown. In the last three months has received nine special commendations. Achieved the Highest Arrest record of any officer in the Met, And sustained three injuries in the line of duty. Most recently in December when wounded by a man dressed as Father Christmas.
Nicholas’ world is the same as ours - complete with terrible buddy cop films, cornettos, and farmers with lots of guns. Nick lived in London all his life, and he always wanted to be a policeman, since the time he was given a toy police peddle-car to roll around in and arrest the bad kids as a small child. He worked with a single-minded ambition towards this goal, his entire life dedicated to becoming the absolute best police officer that he could be, and he managed it. He became the most exceptional police officer that the Metropolitan Police had ever seen.
That was, of course, the problem.
With an arrest record 400 percent higher than any other officer in the service, Nicholas was making everyone else on the force look incompetent. He was also so focused that his personal relationships, most notably with his long time girlfriend Janine, felt hopelessly into disrepair. He simply couldn’t ‘switch off.’ In order to get rid of him (so they could all look better) the Metropolitan Police Service gave Nicholas a promotion to Sergeant - and then shuffled him away to the tiny town of Sanford.
Sanford was, of course, idyllic. Village of the year several years in a row, with no major crimes or arrests... In fact, no crime of any kind. It was, in a word, perfect.
Too Perfect.
There, he met his new partner Danny Butterman, the son of the Inspector, who took an instant liking to him and peppered him with questions about becoming a ‘real’ policeman. He had a difficult time fitting in with the rest of the village, as his stern demeanour and non-nonsense approach to the law gained him few friends.
Not long into his stay, however, strange things began to happen. People kept turning up dead in horrific accidents. A decapitating traffic collision, a gas explosion fueled by baked beans. Written off by the rest of the force, Angel’s increasing suspicions only lead them to ridicule him.
With only Danny to listen and understand, Nicholas slowly attempts to unravel the strange accidents and prove the intentions behind them - which all comes to a head when he witnesses the murder of Leslie Tiller, stabbed with her own shears.
With the absolute knowledge, now, that there is a serial murderer in the village, Nick chases down the suspect but loses them. He returns to the police station to confront his peers, and ultimately convince Inspector Butterman to let him confront the man he believes is responsible: Simon Skinner. However at the last moment Skinner fails to have the damning evidence for Nick to prove that it is him - he's missed the wound in his leg that the suspect he chased sustained while he fled. Dejected and confused, he returns with Danny to the tedium of every day police work until over a cornetto he has a brain wave. What if there was more than one killer?
Racing in to see the inspector and pour out his theories to him, Frank Butterman convinces him to go home and rest - that simple country life is getting to him, that he might be starting to go a bit... Well, crazy. Dejected, Angel returns home only to find a dim witted assassin waiting for him - Lurch. After smashing him in the head with a Japanese peace lily, Nick grabs his radio and follows the trail back to a meeting... Of the neighborhood watch alliance, who have been liking everyone who threatened Samford's village of the year prize! Worse, Frank Butterman, the Police Inspector, is running the whole thing!
Heartbroken, Nick tells them that they are all under arrest, but at his side Danny suddenly appears and all is lost. Cue chase scene, the discovery of dozen's of bodies and then - finally - Danny stabs him in the heart. ... Or did he? Several miles in the back of a trunk later, Nick is revealed alive - saved by the notebook full of ketchup that Danny had slipped into his breast pocket earlier that evening. However, he refuses to help Nicholas go after his dad, so the pair part ways, until Nick returns with a plan. And a horse.
Together, and later with the rest of the police when they are convinced of Frank's insanity, they take down and imprison the neighborhood watch alliance and Frank Butterman, and Stamford is allowed to be a normal village instead of a perfect one.
And Nick has finally, maybe, found the place - and the people - and the person - that allow him to learn to "switch off".
PERSONALITY:
Nicholas is the ultimate workaholic. Everything to him is his work and he takes it incredibly seriously.
In fact, Nick takes everything incredibly seriously. Under age drinking. Grafitti. Traffic violations. Paper work. Nothing, as long as it is under the purview of the law, is too small or demeaning to warrant his full and absolute attention.
In the beginning his relationship skills need a serious amount of work. He mentions missing anniversaries, birthdays, even Janine's Father's funeral. His job takes full priority over his life, and he has no real friends outside the police service, and even they are happy to see him go. No mention is made of any living family.
This all changes as he slowly learns about friendship through his partner Danny, who introduces him to terrible cop films, cornettos, and taking it easy. He learns to relax - ever so slightly - but that doesn't mean he ever stops being a bad ass.
He is, however, polite and cordial even if sometimes a bit terse. Public relations are just as important to his job as preventing crime and giving speeding tickets.
He honestly believes that the law is paramount, and that it is set in place in order to protect its people and to prevent conflict. Therefore even the simplest traffic regulations are important, as they are in place to protect lives. The ultimate betrayal, for him, is when Frank is revealed to be working not only as a representative of the law, but ultimately completely betraying it.
He didn’t like to drink, because he never drank on the job, and well - Nicholas was always on the job. It takes Danny’s constant persistence to convince him to relax enough to have a few beers.
He has an unfailing sense of right and wrong, and relies on his sense of justice when circumstances spread outside of his comfort zone. He has a japanese peace lily that he tends obsessively and affectionately.
POWER:
1. Shit Just Got Real - When he puts on his sun glasses, he magically summons something that is appropriate to the situation. ie. I'm on a horse. Often this is a Japanese Peace Lily so that he can relax. Note: power only works once per situation, he doesn't control what is summoned, an it only lasts the duration of the situation. It must be a real-world item or animal.
2. Is that all you've got? - He is invulnerable as long as he is quipping one-liners.
3. You Ain’t Seen Bad Boys 2? - Has infinite bullets if firing one or two guns whilst jumping through the air.
[CHARACTER SAMPLES]
COMMUNITY POST (VOICE) SAMPLE:
VIDEO:
[Have a very stern, frowning man on your Network, City! It’s Nicholas Angel, and he’s still in uniform, glaring down at his communicator.]
Well I’ve called the Metropolitan Police six times. Given my name, rank. I’ve never quite heard that much laughing when attempting to report in.
The number for the station in Samford doesn’t go anywhere.
[He pauses, lowering the comm slightly. It’s apparent, now, that he’s on the street, a few blocks down from the Porter building. His aviator glasses glint in the harsh sunlight. Yeah, he listened to the spiel.]
Right.
I’m not looking for a transfer. If someone can get in touch with the Metropolitan Police Service without them falling into hysterics, I’d appreciate the contact.
I need to report a kidnapping. [The feed cuts out.]
LOGS POST (PROSE) SAMPLE:
He twirled the pens out of his breast pocket, slamming the buttons down with a sharp CLICK. Leaning over the pages intently, he scrawled in sharp, jagged strokes the name Peter Herring into the perpetrator column. Underneath, Valdalism. The light glinted in a bright streaking glare from the end of the chromed pen, and Nicholas raised his eyes to look at the young man on the other side of the desk. He was nervous, sweating, fingers digging into his trousers as he tried to look anywhere other than at the Badass currently writing paperwork.
Nick didn’t care. He caught him red handed.
Literally.
“You’re aware that the side wall of Central Station is, in fact, public property?” His voice was stern, snappish, his face set on the young man’s. “And that spray painting ‘DIE IMPORTS’ constitutes not only an act of vandalism but also a hate crime?”
He didn’t wait for a reply before briskly filling out the rest of the paper work and then slamming the pen down on the desk. The City only made these kind of cases worse. For the first time in his life, dealing with prejudice stemming from something other than solely his job... Where words worse than ‘Facist’ were whipped at his face regularly when dealing with the underbelly of the City...
But work was work and this teenager had just signed himself off to a massive fine with a splash of brilliant red spray paint. Even if the intent hadn’t been malicious - which, given the particular brand of graffiti, it most certainly was - Nicholas would still pursue this to the full extent of the law.
The maliciousness simply helped him enjoy it more.
He looked up at the other hapless police officers, one on either side of the suspect.
“Book him, boys.”
FINAL NOTES:
NOPE THAT’S ABOUT IT. Let me know if I need to adjust anything. c:
