Post by Wade "Deadpool" Wilson on Jan 17, 2013 21:50:39 GMT -5
Christopher Chris Harrison
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Full Name: Christopher Flynt Harrison
Nicknames: Chris, Lt., Officer, Mr. Policeman (a nickname his daughter uses frequently)
Gender: Male
Age: 40
Sexual Orientation: Straight
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I'm sorry it's so big. DX
Location: New York
Origin: OC
Play-By: Matt Damon
Height: 5'11
Hair: Short, brown
Eyes: Blue
Typical Clothing/Uniform: Typical clothing consists of casual shirts and jeans, along with a pair of sneakers. He's also often seen in a jacket. When it comes to uniform, he either wears much more formal clothing or a standard issue police uniform.
Powers/Abilities:
Team Affiliation: Does the NYPD count?
Personality: Chris is actually a pretty decent guy. Though he is no superhuman, he doesn't mind his daughter thinking of him as one. He puts family first, everything else second, even if the only family he has around is his daughter. He would give her the world if it were the only thing to make her happy. So long as you don't lay a hand on his angel, he's probably going to get along with you just fine. He's caring, probably too much for his own good, and can't tolerate someone who goes against his moral code. Or hurts his daughter. He also doesn't take loss very well. If something goes terribly wrong in his job or life, he'll get rather depressed easily. If you do something that happens to irritate him, expect his attitude to go south in seconds. It's not exactly a good idea to test just how patient he can be either. Or get close to Nicole while he's around.
Family: June Harrison(wife; deceased), Nicole Harrison(daughter)
Marital status: Single; wife deceased
History: Born in a small Canadian town, Chris wasn't old at all when he moved to the Big Apple at the age of six. He grew up with his parents giving him a far more Canadian upbringing than a New York one. Might explain his polite attitude. He grew up a relatively decent young man, and when he hit 18, he met June Smith. They met at a café and Chris was smitten. He eventually asked her out, and they became romantically involved. They were together for another three years until Chris popped the question and proposed to her. She said yes, and the two were happily married for a while. Besides his love life, Chris was joining the police force in order to help out with the income. When Chris hit 24, he was ecstatic to hear that he was going to be a father. June had a girl that they named Nicole. Chris vowed to become the best father he could be.
Just as things seemed to be going well, they fell apart. June was diagnosed with cancer a few years after Nicki was born. Treatments didn't help. Nothing was working, and Chris was devastated to watch his wife fall apart. She died from the cancer, leaving Chris as a single parent trying to take care of his daughter. Each day, he had to remind himself to keep going for his baby girl. She was his world, and his inspiration to do anything. He would go to work as an officer and made it into higher ranks. Though, recently, he's seen his daughter acting rather strange, and he can't figure out why.
Sample Post:
Chris had finally emerged from the police station, exhausted and tired. It was a long day of returning lost children to their parents, and asking drunk drivers how much they were drinking. A rather quiet day in New York, if one could believe it. Chris reached his car, glancing upwards at the colossal Stark Tower. How easy would life be if he were as rich as Tony Stark? It was a thought to ponder upon as he entered his vehicle and sat down. Nicki would be able to have all the funds she needed for a bright future. Chris would be able to give her anything she wanted. But as he thought about it, maybe it wouldn't be as nice as he initially thought.
Money wasn't going to bring June back. That was the only thing he couldn't give to Nicole. That was the only thing he couldn't give to himself. He jammed the keys into the ignition, twisting the keys and starting up the the car. He didn't want to think about June. The month or the woman herself, it didn't matter. It was a reminder that she was gone. Chris backed out of the parking space and onto the busy streets. Bright lights flashed across the city, despite it being rather late out. Chris drove for quite a few minutes. He didn't keep track of the time. He pulled into another parking lot, glancing at the car's clock. 1:26 AM. It was so late, it was tomorrow. He sighed and shook his head, turning the key one again to shut the car off. He exited the vehicle, locking up the door once he was outside. The bitter cold hit him, reminding him that it was nearing the end of December. He trudged his way on into his apartment, climbing up the stairs to arrive to his cozy little home. He pulled out a ring of keys, sifting through them in order to find the right one. Once he did, he jammed it into the doorknob and opened it up. He expected the house to be quiet and seemingly empty. Instead, he found Nicole relaxing on the couch with a magazine in her hands titled "Super Heroes or Super Hotties?", a blanket thrown over her body. He sighed and shook his head, though his facial expression was friendly.
"Nicki, how you can stay up at this hour amazes me. You should head to bed. It's gonna be a big day celebrating New Year's, and I want you to get plenty of rest. Got it? The Super Hero Hotties will still be in that magazine tomorrow."
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