[fought.my.way.back.from.the.dead]

[VAN [.S t r i k e.]]

Summary;;
You! Yeah, I see you, I see you sneakin' around. I'm Van, Van Strike and I'm a 24 year old man who doesn't like punk-ass guys and shy women. As you can see, I've got a very toned body, and I shave my head every week! Just take a look into my dark brown eyes and tell me I'm funny looking! Thats right, cower before my little over six feet -give or take a few inches- tall body. However, seeing as I am stubborn and bent in my own ways, I am usually just seen in beige khaki pants and leather work boots with the hem of my pants tucked in, sometimes I'll wear a t-shirt thats fitted to show my chisled chest, and other times I won't. You don't like it? Shit happens.

Alright, I'm not the friendliest at first, that should be an obvious trait, however I am very loyal and I would do anything for my pride and dignity.. and loved ones or friends. You people think you have it soo tough, well suck it up buttercup because I used to be in the military- oh yes, I was in the military forces, lugging that heavy equipment and outfits around, ah yeah, you think you got it bad. I'm stubborn too! I hate being told what to do unless I believe the person has a higher intelligence level than me, which isn't possible unless yer my drill sargent. I work out every day, and the odd time if I have the chance I'll kick the crap outta some stupid backstreeter who picks on a woman or some old guy. Pathetic mongrels.

What? You wanna know how I got here? Well, when a man and a woman love each other very much, they get together and- oh shut up! I'm not stupid, I know what you meant! My mother was passed away when I was six, I lived with my father until he put me into the military. I lived overseas in Australia for most of my life, however when I came back everything was basically gone. My father were no where to be found, and later on, doing some reasearch I found out that my father had been killed in a terrorist attack- a plane was jacked and flown into the sea. No, I don't have an sibings either, I'm an only child as my mother passed away- or at least I think I'm an only child.. However I won't ever know. Good enough for ya? No? Fine, from there I bought myself a car, and drove to the city of Isliton, yeah, yeah, right here, thanks tips- and I bought myself a decent house, no animals as I hate animals due to the fact they mess everything up, and no women either, they stay at my table in the strip joint and no where else.

Anyways, I decided to get my shit together, and now I work as a Police Officer and at times, when I'm called in, I work in the military forces- under cover, you know? Now scram!
(( Would it be possible for Van to be a Police Officer as well as a military recruit? ))

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Sample Post;;
Finally he had gotten a day from work, exhausted with this new case that had come up with a newly murdered woman- it was plastered all over the news along with his face. Officer Van Strike, the lead investigator for this new case. He was tired, bored and in need of sex and, or a drink. The man stood a few inches off six feet, he was tall with his head shaved completely, dark brown eyes were tired and in need of some serious TLC, man it’d help as of right now to have a wife.. Mind remembered back to that one girl, Alicia her name must’ve been, or something like that, they had been together for almost three years, and then he was called overseas to Australia for a few years and they had to call it quits. Heavy, steel-lined work boots thudded along the pub’s wooden flooring until he seated himself at the bar, he had left his uniform in his SUV, and had on a pair of navy jeans and a white, fitted t-shirt that displayed his muscled torso nicely.

Yawning hands rose to rub into his eyes slightly, grumbling before arms were crossed and he leaned them onto the bar, confused as to why he had come here if what he wanted was a lap dance or some whore to make him feel wanted. He must’ve been out of it, but hell, it was around midnight and he wanted a drink badly. A large, work-worn hand slammed down onto the counter impatiently as he sighed, "Can I get a beer please?!" Deep, masculine vocals were heard yelling over the music playing and multiple, overbearing conversations that happened around this pub, now who would’ve thought that a man like himself could be lonely? He mused slightly over that thought before attention had been caught by the television three seats down, hanging over the bar- it was the news report, someone had changed it to the news, in a pub none the less. And just to top the evening off, it was the broadcast that he had filled earlier today. Fuck.

A moment later a man strode over, smoking as he blew smoke with every breathe, leaning on the counter he laughed drunkily, slapping Van in the arm before laughing again. "Yer that police guy!" Once more laughter was heard, what was amusing remained a mystery to Van, so slowly he turned to face this man "Uh huh, what do you want?" He questioned in response, causing the man to laugh further before he shook his head and panted "The-the woman was raped, did she have clothes on when you found her?" What a stupid question, rape and murder, especially to a woman, was not something to find amusing, what a twisted man. Brows furrowed slightly before he shook his head, gaze lifting towards the bar as he smacked his hand down on the counter again impatiently, really, really needing that beer now! "No? Aww.. I was gunna ask how big her tits were!" Again he laughed before smacking Van in the arm as the officer turned, giving the man a steely, annoyed look, and amazingly enough the man took the hint as he laughed softly once more, rising and stumbling away. Fucker.

Other;;
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