Post by ash on Aug 7, 2009 19:40:46 GMT -5
ashley sawyer higgins
30 male sarcastic middle class
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TELL US ALL ABOUT YOU!
Ashley Higgins is the latest in a long line of cops dating back to the mid 1800s, so you can see that joining the police force was probably an inevitable thing for him. As a kid, he wanted to be an Artist, but his father wouldn't have it.
Then he found out about Noir films. He grew up watching films from the '40s about Private Eyes and all their adventures. So then he wanted to be a P.I. Only by the time he graduated from high school, he'd found out how much, or rather, how little they earned and that most of the time they got hired out to spy on suspected cheating spouses. So that was out.
At his father's urging, he enrolled in the Police Academy, and he did surprisingly well too, despite the fact that his old man had told his buddies who happened to be Ash's teachers and instructors not to go easy on him. Which meant a pretty grueling time all and all.
After graduating from police academy, he got a spot in a precinct, and after a relatively short period of time, worked his way into his bosses' good books with his surprisingly adept police work. Showing some interest in taking the Detective exam, which was encouraged by his dad, he finally decided that being a cop could be his calling after all.
Until after he passed the exam. All the extra work and privilege of becoming a detective didn't do much for him, and he acquired a serious case of cynicism that he would hone pretty finely over the years.
Thanks to an indiscretion too many in the NYPD involving various female co-workers, Ash decided that the heat was getting a little bit hard to handle in his neck of the woods. Rather than having to deal with the fallout of his various flings and the official hassle it was going to cause him, he requested a transfer to a different PD. Milwaukee. Seemed like a far enough distance from all of his troubles. Right?wow, i'm glad to be joining UNTOUCHED. my name just so happens to be Jar, and the celebrity who i am using just so happens to be Ryan Reynolds. i've been doing this for many moons, so i pretty much know how this all works.
-- rp sample here... it can be from another site. more than 450 words please.The burning hot sun made the sand beneath Sean's feet scorch, made his throat dry and parched, his lips crack, caused him to squint the sun out of his eyes before he raised a hand shield them, trying to look out at the horizon only to to see the same shimmering sand dunes seemingly stretch off forever in the distance. It wasn't exactly a very encouraging sight, not by any stretch of the imagination.
He'd come out here with some local militia, they insisted they were "government soldiers" but he knew better than to think of them as any sort of professionals, to try and take some shots of what was going on in this country. Like so many other nations on the African continent, this one was being ravaged. By disease, by famine and by war.
The men behind him, trying to coax back to life the smoking engine of the battered jeep they'd been using as transport where only calling themselves "government" anything because they were on the winning side of this particular conflict. Sean knew that if their man in the capitol was tossed out tomorrow, they'd go back to calling themselves "revolutionaries" or "the people." Funny how that worked.
Sighing heavily, he dropped his hand and turned around, his back to the sun, watching the men work with rifles slung over their shoulders. For fifty dollars each, and a "gift" of his ray bans to their local "commander", this three men had been authorized to take him to a local village, far enough away from the relatively modern city he'd been staying, and show him around. He'd heard about the massacres being perpetrated around here, and he wanted to capture the victims on film, he wanted to show to his bosses back him just what was happening over here, and maybe, just maybe, make a difference. Save some lives.
But that had been put on hold for now, he knew, so he'd better try and make the time pass quickly. His camera was slung around his neck, as it had been since they'd left that morning. Taking a hold of either side, he lifted it to his eye, squeezing one shut and letting out a sharp whistle, startling the soldiers who were focusing their attention on alternatively yelling and making threatening gestures at the jeep while the one of them who actually seemed to know what he was doing worked through the noise.
Lowering the camera a few inches, he flashed a grin, eliciting a similar response from the soldiers, they were friendly enough. Waving around his camera slightly, they stood for a few seconds before getting his meaning, he wanted to take a picture. Getting into poses, or rather, trying to see who could pull off the best macho look with their rifles, he sighed, bringing the camera back up, "Here's one for the folks at home."
did i mention this application template was created by JESSICA. She was bored, and felt inspired. So yeah, credit is due where it is due. She goes by GAGA @ CAUTION. Not that it matters since she rarely posts anything there.