Post by jesse cain lennox on Feb 2, 2012 23:57:32 GMT -6
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 the basics FULL NAME jesse cain lennox AGE & DOB & JOB 29 | october 13, 1983 his occupation is/was a fbi special agent, under the national security branch in the counterterrorism division HOMETOWN london, england ETHNICITY british LANGUAGES SPOKEN english, spanish, russian, arabic. those are what he is fluent in. on the side, he is learning other ones including german, finnish, and mandarin. SEXUAL ORIENTATION straight HAIR COLOR brown EYE COLOR green HEIGHT & WEIGHT 5'11" | 195 lbs DISTINGUISHING MARKS tattoos are: HERE as for distinguishing, he recently went under torture at the hands of the russian bratva, so he has scars on his back, his arms, and his chest. LIKES/DISLIKES likes: coffee, travel, england, alcohol, cigarettes, world news, cnn news, the fbi, his parents, jogging, working out, dogs, guns, hanging out, languages, his team. dislikes: criminals, attention on him, drugs, russia, people like him, cats, onions, mexican food, happy movies, fox news, war. STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES strengths: good at his job, getting information out of people weaknesses: though the fbi taught him to have no weaknesses, family and people close to him are his biggest weaknesses. we can throw alcohol in there too. SECRETS works for a secret division in the fbi, has been presumed dead for the past three months, was in love... once | in depth |
PERSONALITY
"my personality? i went through something like this when i was recruited for the fbi. well, i am extremely intelligent. my parents were... unconventional you could say. my mother was an anthropology professor, my father an archeologist and they made sure i was exposed to several things. my mother, one summer, made me learn arabic. it was random at the time, but it was one of the main reasons i was recruited. i like to think of myself as happy, even though i did battle with depression when i was a teenager. the move to america was a change, i liked it. but i've always been a quiet one. i could entertain myself with a book then making new friends. i know, i am quite the character. i enjoy the simple things, i am a thinker and i'm smart. it helps me survive in life."
why the fbi wanted him:
despite jesse having multiple languages under his belt that was appealing to the fbi, jesse is also very distant and can detach himself from emotions that would be hard for a normal person to. jesse doesn't show emotion very much which was very alluring. he doesn't feel remorse and doesn't have to think twice about making tough decisions.
why the fbi wanted him:
despite jesse having multiple languages under his belt that was appealing to the fbi, jesse is also very distant and can detach himself from emotions that would be hard for a normal person to. jesse doesn't show emotion very much which was very alluring. he doesn't feel remorse and doesn't have to think twice about making tough decisions.
FAMILY LIFE
"like i said before, my parents were professors, and when i was sixteen, we moved to valkyrie, california from london because my parents were offered positions at valkyrie university. i traveled everywhere when i was a kid. my dad is an archeologists and summers, he always took us to exotic locations through the university on digs with his students that were part of some program. it was a lot of fun, but entire summers, i'd be away so i never made too many friends in school. i was close with my brother and sisters and that was fine with me. when we moved to america, it was nice. by then, we didn't go on too many digs after that, but we're a pretty close family."
PARENTS/SIBLINGS
james lennox , 58, father, archeology professor
lilith lennox, 57, mother, anthropology professor
edward lennox, 33, brother, financial advisor
clara lennox, 25, sister, practicing counselor/therapist
avery lennox, 21, sister, social worker
lilith lennox, 57, mother, anthropology professor
edward lennox, 33, brother, financial advisor
clara lennox, 25, sister, practicing counselor/therapist
avery lennox, 21, sister, social worker
HISTORY
"i guess my story begins with that i was born in london. i was the second born child, out of what would be four. my brother, eddie was born a few years before i. my two sisters, clara and avery, born after me. education of the fine arts was pushed on us at the start. as soon as we could speak, we were taught how to read, when we learned that, we were learning new languages and cultures. our parents weren't hard on us, they weren't like that. they wanted to educate us to when we become adults, we could achieve whatever we wanted to pursue. it was also that fact that our mother was an anthropologist, and our father was an archeologist, they loved traveling, and took all us kids with them. egypt, seberia, israel, kenya, thailand... i've been everywhere.
i was six when my mother sat me down and said i should learn arabic. of course, i had no idea. my siblings and i had already mastered spanish, and my mother thought it would be beneficial to learn arabic. no idea why but, i started learning it, six years old. i don't really remember it to be honest, but i did. the older i got, the more different i became. my siblings, even my parents were loud, british, happy people, and i was more content just sitting by myself reading a good book, or learning a new language. i was still like that when i was in school, i mostly just, uh, kept to myself? i wasn't weird or anti-social like the loners in the films, i just... it's hard to explain, ok?
for high school, i went to the academy that pretty much everyone in the town went to. i did good, got good grades, even though the inner turmoil of my life was a lot. in short, i was depressed. i don't know why, i just thought about life too much and i wondered what it all meant, and then i felt like i just didn't do what i was wanting to do... or something. i wasn't suicidal, thought i'd make that clear, i was just sad. my parents caught onto it of course, and i got medicine to help with the depression. when i graduated from high school, i went to valkyrie university because well, it was just convenient. my parents taught there, so i actually went there for free. not that i did it for that, but it was just easy. besides, i didn't even finish school. how it happened, i don't know. i had no idea what i wanted in life, the degree, i mean. i took a wide range of classes my first year. geography, culture classes, more language classes. i guess it was an arabic class i decided to take. i was great in it, and the professor must have talked to someone because the next thing i knew, i was being approached my two guys wearing suits in the quad. i was very confused at the time, because they took me to a police station downtown. they said that they were with the fbi and thought i could be valuable. at first, i thought they were joking but my knowledge in the arabic language was extensive, and at that time, nine years ago, being an american, more or less, and knowing the language was valuable to the united states. i guess... i guess i had been waiting for something like this. to be needed, to do something that was going to change and define me. i didn't know what i was signing up for, but their recruit was successful.
the training was exhausting, but i was determined. they learned that i was a linguist which only heighten my appeal to the agency. when they discovered i was more... distant than most, more detached from human emotion, i was shuffled into the national security branch. the counterterroism division. to them, i already had half of it, i knew the languages of some of the top terrorist interest groups. but the worse of it was going to come. i was going to be an interrogator, an unconventional one. they wanted me to be the one they sent in when regular questioning wasn't going to work. around this same time i was going through my training, i met someone. her name was devorah cohen and, i'll say it because i can't lie, she was the greatest love i ever had. when i was training, i divided my time between los angeles and valkyrie, so when i was in los angeles, i was learning torture tactics for getting information out of potential terrorists, and when i was in valkyrie, i was... a boyfriend. they were two vastly different points. but while i could torture someone five ways with a toothpick and not feel anything, i could be with dev and feel... everything. i don't know how to explain it. being with her was different for me. i was always so closed off with my emotions and i didn't like opening up, but with her, she just... made me happy. i think when i started the job with the fbi, i needed something that grounded me, and dev was that for me.
at first, i was did my jobs around the states. miami, los angeles, new york, boston... i was called it, i did my job, i was usually gone for a maximum of three days and i was back in valkyrie until i was called again. i tried to leave my work in the city i was in, but sometimes it was hard. even if i was a serious and unremorseful agent in the room, i was different at home, behind closed doors. it wasn't the men i interrogated, or how i brought them to the brink of death and back. it was how i had become. i felt like it was apart of me. i was still that guy when i came home, no matter how hard i tried to separate the two i knew somehow i couldn't go anywhere with one half without the second. i just accepted it. my family? they loved dev. they always wanted me to bring her around, she got along great with my parents and my siblings, and i truly loved her. we were together for five years. and i wanted to marry her. even took one of my sisters to look at rings. but then i was being "promoted" you could say. i got a call. they wanted me in the middle east. they had intel on a terrorist group. i was needed. the only problem was that the middle east was spotty and it was unsure how long i would be over there. could of been six months, could have been a year. dev did not want me to go. she wanted me to stay, she begged, and really? i didn't want to leave, but i knew i had to. it was my job and despite what i did, i was actually really good at it. we fought. for the five years we had been together, i could have counted how many time we fought on one hand. it was bad, and it basically ended in an ultimatum: if i go, we were done. i went.
i took it hard. i crawled back up in my shell and i just became the worse possible version of my self on the job. i was mean, i was ruthless, and i almost enjoyed the pain i was dishing out. i spent a year and a half in the middle east. i went where the government told me too. when i came back, the first person i wanted to unwind to was dev, but we were over. over the five years, i never really met too much of her family. i knew a couple, and i called them and ask where she was, because she wasn't returning any of my calls. her uncle told me that she was in new york and she changed her number. i caught the hint. i mulled around in valkyrie for a bit and eventually called back to duty. this time in russia. i think i was a little to eager to return to work. i mean, i loved my family, but they always asked me how work was, and... i never could really tell them what i did. i'd always say i couldn't say. i packed up, met my team in washington, d.c. for the official debriefing, and soon enough, we were on a plane heading for moscow. the team i was a part of i had been with since the beginning. we were all around the same age, though we were all vastly different. we were all recruited around the same time for having special talents that were required for out job. we were the creme of the crop in the counter-terrorism division. we had been working together for seven and a half years, so it was like we just knew each other, we knew how we worked. even if we were debriefed in d.c., we still had a lot to do when we got to russia. half of the jobs was waiting around. we still were collecting intel, locating people of interest, surveillance, taking probably a million pictures. we all had a part to play and mine usually was the last when we got the target.
we had been in moscow for about two months when it happened. how it happened is still a mystery to me. one minute we were in our undisclosed location headquarters, the next, a bunch of russians came in, guns blazing and kidnapped us all. we were beaten, starved, laid to rot in some shithole basement. we all sort of knew we were going to die, it was just when and how it was done. it had only been two weeks. they pulled me out and shoved me into a van. i learned that they had set the building on fire with my team - my friends still in there. i don't know why they kept me. i think maybe because they knew what my job entailed. i would have been the lucky one to die in the fire. i was tortured, it was difficult, but i was tough... i knew what they were doing, they were using my own techniques on me, seeing how i would break. i just wanted them to kill me.
you are probably wondering where the fbi was in all this? well, when we were kidnapped, we were off the grid. we weren't scheduled to have contact with d.c. for another three weeks. when we didn't contact them, they knew something had gone wrong and they started their investigation. their investigation led them to the building, where they found the bodies. it was bad. i only know of this because i was given a russian newspaper as my captors laughed in my face. it said that the united states fbi located six of their fallen agents. my name was on there as declared dead. i know they wouldn't have found my body, but if they found remains of my other teammates, they could of just out two and two together and assumed i was burned too much beyond finding remains. as far as the world knew, i was dead, and the russians knew that. it took me three three months to escape them. even if i was a hostage, i still carried all techniques in my head. i was still tortured, and i really don't want to talk about it if you don't mind, all you need to know is that i'll be carrying around scars for the rest of my life because of them. it's all about the window of opportunity and when they let me go tot he bathroom one night, i jumped them, knocked them out and crept through the house i was kept in. there were a couple more upstairs, and... and i wanted to survive. i think i might have killed one. i didn't stick around because i ran out the doors and ran and ran until i almost fell over. the entire night, i stayed out of view, trying to clean myself up. when morning broke, i asked directions to the united states embassy based in moscow. i stumbled in, exhausted, hungry, and thirsty, and all i said was that i was with the fbi before i passed out. when i came to, i was in room. that's when a couple people came in and said that they knew who i was and that they could help me. i stayed there for a couple days as we talked to the fbi in d.c. and they scheduled me a flight back to the states. i was flown to d.c, and i debriefed them on everything i experienced. they called me some kind of hero and i laughed. right. i was alive and my friends were dead. i was able to go to valkyrie. it's going to be kind of hard, considering my family believed i was dead.
[/td][/tr]i was six when my mother sat me down and said i should learn arabic. of course, i had no idea. my siblings and i had already mastered spanish, and my mother thought it would be beneficial to learn arabic. no idea why but, i started learning it, six years old. i don't really remember it to be honest, but i did. the older i got, the more different i became. my siblings, even my parents were loud, british, happy people, and i was more content just sitting by myself reading a good book, or learning a new language. i was still like that when i was in school, i mostly just, uh, kept to myself? i wasn't weird or anti-social like the loners in the films, i just... it's hard to explain, ok?
for high school, i went to the academy that pretty much everyone in the town went to. i did good, got good grades, even though the inner turmoil of my life was a lot. in short, i was depressed. i don't know why, i just thought about life too much and i wondered what it all meant, and then i felt like i just didn't do what i was wanting to do... or something. i wasn't suicidal, thought i'd make that clear, i was just sad. my parents caught onto it of course, and i got medicine to help with the depression. when i graduated from high school, i went to valkyrie university because well, it was just convenient. my parents taught there, so i actually went there for free. not that i did it for that, but it was just easy. besides, i didn't even finish school. how it happened, i don't know. i had no idea what i wanted in life, the degree, i mean. i took a wide range of classes my first year. geography, culture classes, more language classes. i guess it was an arabic class i decided to take. i was great in it, and the professor must have talked to someone because the next thing i knew, i was being approached my two guys wearing suits in the quad. i was very confused at the time, because they took me to a police station downtown. they said that they were with the fbi and thought i could be valuable. at first, i thought they were joking but my knowledge in the arabic language was extensive, and at that time, nine years ago, being an american, more or less, and knowing the language was valuable to the united states. i guess... i guess i had been waiting for something like this. to be needed, to do something that was going to change and define me. i didn't know what i was signing up for, but their recruit was successful.
the training was exhausting, but i was determined. they learned that i was a linguist which only heighten my appeal to the agency. when they discovered i was more... distant than most, more detached from human emotion, i was shuffled into the national security branch. the counterterroism division. to them, i already had half of it, i knew the languages of some of the top terrorist interest groups. but the worse of it was going to come. i was going to be an interrogator, an unconventional one. they wanted me to be the one they sent in when regular questioning wasn't going to work. around this same time i was going through my training, i met someone. her name was devorah cohen and, i'll say it because i can't lie, she was the greatest love i ever had. when i was training, i divided my time between los angeles and valkyrie, so when i was in los angeles, i was learning torture tactics for getting information out of potential terrorists, and when i was in valkyrie, i was... a boyfriend. they were two vastly different points. but while i could torture someone five ways with a toothpick and not feel anything, i could be with dev and feel... everything. i don't know how to explain it. being with her was different for me. i was always so closed off with my emotions and i didn't like opening up, but with her, she just... made me happy. i think when i started the job with the fbi, i needed something that grounded me, and dev was that for me.
at first, i was did my jobs around the states. miami, los angeles, new york, boston... i was called it, i did my job, i was usually gone for a maximum of three days and i was back in valkyrie until i was called again. i tried to leave my work in the city i was in, but sometimes it was hard. even if i was a serious and unremorseful agent in the room, i was different at home, behind closed doors. it wasn't the men i interrogated, or how i brought them to the brink of death and back. it was how i had become. i felt like it was apart of me. i was still that guy when i came home, no matter how hard i tried to separate the two i knew somehow i couldn't go anywhere with one half without the second. i just accepted it. my family? they loved dev. they always wanted me to bring her around, she got along great with my parents and my siblings, and i truly loved her. we were together for five years. and i wanted to marry her. even took one of my sisters to look at rings. but then i was being "promoted" you could say. i got a call. they wanted me in the middle east. they had intel on a terrorist group. i was needed. the only problem was that the middle east was spotty and it was unsure how long i would be over there. could of been six months, could have been a year. dev did not want me to go. she wanted me to stay, she begged, and really? i didn't want to leave, but i knew i had to. it was my job and despite what i did, i was actually really good at it. we fought. for the five years we had been together, i could have counted how many time we fought on one hand. it was bad, and it basically ended in an ultimatum: if i go, we were done. i went.
i took it hard. i crawled back up in my shell and i just became the worse possible version of my self on the job. i was mean, i was ruthless, and i almost enjoyed the pain i was dishing out. i spent a year and a half in the middle east. i went where the government told me too. when i came back, the first person i wanted to unwind to was dev, but we were over. over the five years, i never really met too much of her family. i knew a couple, and i called them and ask where she was, because she wasn't returning any of my calls. her uncle told me that she was in new york and she changed her number. i caught the hint. i mulled around in valkyrie for a bit and eventually called back to duty. this time in russia. i think i was a little to eager to return to work. i mean, i loved my family, but they always asked me how work was, and... i never could really tell them what i did. i'd always say i couldn't say. i packed up, met my team in washington, d.c. for the official debriefing, and soon enough, we were on a plane heading for moscow. the team i was a part of i had been with since the beginning. we were all around the same age, though we were all vastly different. we were all recruited around the same time for having special talents that were required for out job. we were the creme of the crop in the counter-terrorism division. we had been working together for seven and a half years, so it was like we just knew each other, we knew how we worked. even if we were debriefed in d.c., we still had a lot to do when we got to russia. half of the jobs was waiting around. we still were collecting intel, locating people of interest, surveillance, taking probably a million pictures. we all had a part to play and mine usually was the last when we got the target.
we had been in moscow for about two months when it happened. how it happened is still a mystery to me. one minute we were in our undisclosed location headquarters, the next, a bunch of russians came in, guns blazing and kidnapped us all. we were beaten, starved, laid to rot in some shithole basement. we all sort of knew we were going to die, it was just when and how it was done. it had only been two weeks. they pulled me out and shoved me into a van. i learned that they had set the building on fire with my team - my friends still in there. i don't know why they kept me. i think maybe because they knew what my job entailed. i would have been the lucky one to die in the fire. i was tortured, it was difficult, but i was tough... i knew what they were doing, they were using my own techniques on me, seeing how i would break. i just wanted them to kill me.
you are probably wondering where the fbi was in all this? well, when we were kidnapped, we were off the grid. we weren't scheduled to have contact with d.c. for another three weeks. when we didn't contact them, they knew something had gone wrong and they started their investigation. their investigation led them to the building, where they found the bodies. it was bad. i only know of this because i was given a russian newspaper as my captors laughed in my face. it said that the united states fbi located six of their fallen agents. my name was on there as declared dead. i know they wouldn't have found my body, but if they found remains of my other teammates, they could of just out two and two together and assumed i was burned too much beyond finding remains. as far as the world knew, i was dead, and the russians knew that. it took me three three months to escape them. even if i was a hostage, i still carried all techniques in my head. i was still tortured, and i really don't want to talk about it if you don't mind, all you need to know is that i'll be carrying around scars for the rest of my life because of them. it's all about the window of opportunity and when they let me go tot he bathroom one night, i jumped them, knocked them out and crept through the house i was kept in. there were a couple more upstairs, and... and i wanted to survive. i think i might have killed one. i didn't stick around because i ran out the doors and ran and ran until i almost fell over. the entire night, i stayed out of view, trying to clean myself up. when morning broke, i asked directions to the united states embassy based in moscow. i stumbled in, exhausted, hungry, and thirsty, and all i said was that i was with the fbi before i passed out. when i came to, i was in room. that's when a couple people came in and said that they knew who i was and that they could help me. i stayed there for a couple days as we talked to the fbi in d.c. and they scheduled me a flight back to the states. i was flown to d.c, and i debriefed them on everything i experienced. they called me some kind of hero and i laughed. right. i was alive and my friends were dead. i was able to go to valkyrie. it's going to be kind of hard, considering my family believed i was dead.
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ALIAS lainey.
YEARS OF EXPERIENCE eons.
OTHER CHARACTERS the scoobies, you know.
HOW'D YOU FIND US? i made us
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YEARS OF EXPERIENCE eons.
OTHER CHARACTERS the scoobies, you know.
HOW'D YOU FIND US? i made us
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