<div class="floatright">(https://i.ytimg.com/vi/pQoCHLr8he0/maxresdefault.jpg)</div><strong>Player:</strong>Praxis<br/><strong>Character Name:</strong>David Oestreicher<br/><strong>Age:</strong>35<br/><strong>Sex:</strong>Male<br/><strong>Place of Birth:</strong>Las Vegas, Nevada<br/><strong>Former Occupation:</strong>Navy Seal - EOD (Explosive Ordnance) Operator - Significant exposure to black ops<br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong>Patient, OCD regarding "everything in it's place" , burgeoning alcoholic , fuelled by guilt , seeking atonement<br/><br/><strong>Physical Traits</strong>: 6'3", 201 lbs.  Sandy blonde hair and blue eyes.  David has the physique of someone who trains daily covering both strength and cardiovascular areas.  He also does yoga daily; aside from the physical benefits he finds it allows him to "keep it together".  David has a series of scars from his time enlisted; all of which can be discovered over time should he be found in states of undress.  One scar of note however is a "burn" on his upper left shoulder and partially onto his shoulder blade.  It also reaches the left side of his neck and can be noticed when he wears a t-shirt.<br/><br/><strong>Skills:</strong>Explosives of all kinds involving creation, placement of, disarming and destroying.  While not an actual engineer, he has trained through the military with both electrical and electronic engineers and is capable in the field, sidearm expertise, firearm expertise, hand to hand combat expertise. Some but not extensive exposure to tradecraft. Intermediate Level Spanish and French, Beginner Level Farsi<br/><br/><strong>Agent Profile:</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Mexico City had a sound all it's own.  There was music...at least five entirely different songs by his count and people.  Too many people.  People yelling, talking, singing and even crying.  Beneath all of that was the sound of people living...people moving about in a sprawling city where life didn't really seem to mean that much and beneath all of that; the sound of cars and trucks honking. It was constant.  He wondered how people managed to even function in the chaos.  He'd been on a number of missions; too many missions in too many third world countries and all of them were chaotic with chaotic drivers that seemed to use their horn as often as they drew breath...but none of it compared to Mexico City.  The sound was maddening and he looked down at his empty beer; his fingers twitching momentarily as he struggled to keep from ordering a second from the skinny, but pretty waitress that couldn't have been more than sixteen.<br/><br/>"You hate it here."  Carroll, his old senior officer smiled.  The man was north of fifty years old and his body was not what it used to be but he was a good deal more than what his appearance might suggest to those with untrained eyes.  It was easy to see where Carroll had gotten soft but where he hadn't softened was his pale blue eyes.  Still hard.  Still unyielding.  Still capable of looking straight through you.  They were eyes that could look at you, see you were tired; more than tired.  A word had not been invented for the physical state that they would be left in at times so "tired" would have to suffice. So tired... and yet he could convince you that you were ready for another thirty-five kilometer slog through the jungle.  Carroll had smiled when he had spoken but the smile didn't reach his eyes...  Carroll was judging him even as he was judging Carroll.<br/><br/>He turned his head and the traffic moving past was caught in the reflection of his sunglasses as he offered his senior officer a smile that was forced.<br/><br/>"I hate it here." , he admitted.  Carroll gave him a look as if the words he spoke caused the older man pain.  Overacting as though he had been stabbed through the heart; mortally wounded...which elicited a small smile which was when Carroll lifted his hand, raising two fingers.<br/><br/>"Aw...c'mon David.  I live like a king down here on money that would get me anywhere back home.  The women are fantastic...as long as you make sure it's a woman and not a girl...and not a man...and if you use protection you won't catch something they don't even have a name for yet."  Carroll gave an absolutely fantastic smile to the girl that delivered them two more beer and the man took both from the girl's tray, stopping to place one down in front of the both of them.  "Listen...I didn't bring you here to sell you on the glory of Mexico.  Clearly...you're not ready for it but I have something.  Word has trickled out that there's something new being formed.  Something very...off the books.  You might be interested...  Carroll left it hanging as he took a drink.<br/><br/>"So...they need a door-kicker?"  Carroll gave him an amused smile as a response and took a long drink from the bottle of beer.  The amber coloured beer danced around the of the bottle as he drank deeply and he let out a satisfied growl before placing the now half-full bottle down on the table with a resounding thud.  His smile had not left his lips as he replied.<br/><br/>"You are a little bit more than a door-kicker David.  That's like calling a tiger a house cat and that never works out well. " , both men shared a smile as they both knew how much shit Carroll was full of.<br/><br/>David looked down at the open beer in front of him.  His nostrils flaring slightly as he breathed in the scent of it.  His hands, resting palm down on either side of the bottle pressed a little harder to the table.  "It tends to not work out well for the owner..." , David replied in a quiet, wry tone.<br/><br/>"It doesn't work out too well for the tiger either...", Carroll grinned.<br/><br/>David continued to look at his beer for a moment before looking up and catching Carroll giving him a look he had never seen before.  Carroll looked...concerned.<br/>The look was gone as quickly as it had appeared and Carroll took another drink and offered what seemed like a perfectly normal smile.  "How are you doing with the drinking, David?"<br/><br/>David didn't grimace at the question, he knew it was coming and even with all the time it had been, he didn't want to look Carroll in the eye when he lied to the older man. David's sunglasses hid his eyes as he looked out at the maelstrom of traffic and a small smile...a smile full of lies was on his lips as he spoke.<br/><br/>"I'm good, C."<br/><br/>"Well of course you're good.  I can see you're good.  I didn't ask that though now did I?"<br/><br/>"I'm bravo zulu C.  Who do I contact?"<br/><br/>"Come by tomorrow and I'll get you the information you need.<br/><br/>David nodded his head and gave his senior officer a smile that was more genuine and less deceptive.  He slid the bottle of beer in front of him across the table and left it in front of Carroll.<br/><br/>"Thanks C.  I...it will...the work will be good for me.  I need it."  Carroll smiled and nodded his head even as he finished off his first beer and then took a hold of the second that David had just given him.<br/><br/>"I know you do." , he replied in an affectionate tone before his eyes hardened.  Only a little...so slight that most wouldn't notice but for David it was clear that his once senior officer had shifted gears entirely.  "And David...two things.  Do us proud operator..." David stood from where he had been seated and gave a short, sharp nod of his head in response before Carroll continued.  "...and David...get a shave.  You look like something out of a fuckin' videogame."<br/><br/>David laughed quietly a moment before looking away.  His eyes falling on the nearby steady stream of honking cars, people and all of the chaos that simply seemed to roll out of them.   Both men were quiet a moment, looking at the chaos arrayed before them and both pairs of eyes were clearly...seeing something else altogether.<br/><br/>"C?"<br/>.<br/><br/>.<br/><br/>.<br/><br/>"Yeah David?"<br/>.<br/><br/>.<br/><br/>.<br/><br/>"You think we'll be forgiven for what we did?"<br/>.<br/><br/>.<br/><br/>.<br/><br/>"I hope not. We sure as fuck don't deserve it."<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>On/Offs:</strong>Character reflects my own.  I'm not complicated.  Get in my ear if you think your character and mine will get that far.  Let's just go with "dominant" to start.