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-PLAYER INFORMATION-
Name: Kristina
Email: kristina.carr@gmail.com
IM: Gunblade Dancer
Your LJ: darkranger
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-CHARACTER INFORMATION-
Name: Gene Hunt
Canon: Life on Mars(UK)/Ashes to Ashes
LJ: unbreakablelion
Character & Media Information: History of Gene Hunt
Character Perception: Gene Hunt is an old school copper in a changing world. His views and his methods are outdated, but he is reluctant change to the new ways - although through Sam and Alex he does begin to accept these changes - but he still relies heavily on his own ways. He is a borderline alcoholic, chain-smoking, sexist, racist, homophobic pig, who says whatever he thinks, whenever he thinks it without giving a damn about being politically correct. He is quick-witted, sharp-tongued and always ready with an insult or two.
He sees himself as the sheriff. And every sheriff needs good, honest, trustworthy deputies. He despises corruption. He used to take backhanders and he hated himself for it. It ate him up inside until Sam gave him the courage to do something about it. He considers himself one of the good guys, even if it means getting his hands dirty occasionally.
Under a very rough exterior, Gene actually has a big heart. He is like a father figure to his team, taking them under his wing and protecting them. As the truth about Gene is revealed, it becomes clear that this father role is bigger than people imagined. He is not just protecting these people; he is helping them find peace and the strength to move on from the trauma that brought them to him in the first place.
Timeline: After Ashes 3.8
Ticket: Ticket was left on his desk, along with a bottle of scotch. "Take a load off, mon brav."
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Additional Notes: Gene is taken post Ashes finale, so he’s still trying to get his head around certain information, but he is and always will be the same armed bastard we love.
Role Play Sample: Great. Bloody wonderful. Thanks to a botched sting operation that had left one police officer dead and another badly injured, Gene now had the Discipline and Complaints Department breathing down his neck again. Unkept arrest sheets, a lack of audio cassettes from interviews and a general shoddy workmanship regarding paperwork also showed CID in a bad light. Despite numerous warnings, Gene still firmly believed that paperwork was a waste of police time and if they wanted paperwork doing they should hire secretaries - preferably ones with skirts up to their arse and low cut blouses!
Gene had been sat in his office, smoking a cigarette and toying with his - the real his - collar number, brushing a gloved thumb over the chromed numbers. He threw it into the top drawer of his desk, locking it, before crushing the cigarette out, pushing himself to his feet.
He opened the door to his office, stepping out into CID's main room to address his team. "Right, ladies. Listen up. Some tart from D&C is coming to check up on us, so I want you all on your best behaviour, got it?" His current team was a far cry from the team he had come to love and care for, but they weren’t a bad bunch. They did their job, they obeyed his orders. Yet it just didn’t have the same feel in this room any more.
He threw his car keys at one of the men. "You. Go polish the Quattro. If you so much as scratch it I'll shove your head so far up your arse you'll be able to lick your tonsils." He turned his attention to another member of the team. "You, put some procedural posters or somethin' up. Make the place look pretty. Spray some of that air freshener about too. Birds love that kinda floral crap." He folded his arms across his chest, leaning against one of the desks. "I want your arrest sheets on my desk by dinner time. If you can't remember all the details, make it up. She'll be itching for any reason to shut us down. Don’t give her any reason. Don't let me down."