Grant Fulcur
Jan 13, 2014 8:31:57 GMT 10
Post by Grant Fulcur on Jan 13, 2014 8:31:57 GMT 10
So this is who I am,
And this is all I know,
And this is all I know,
Name: Grant Fulcur
Nickname: Girlfriend (based off of his initials; has become 'Good Friend' among those who've served with him), or F**cker (last name is similar phonetically)
Callsign: Girlfriend/Good Friend
Date of Birth: March 23rd, 1981
And I must choose to live,
For all that I can give,
For all that I can give,
Branch: CIA (undercover as Army)
Rank: Special Skills Officer (Undercover as O-4 Major)
Division: N/A
Service Record:
1999-2005: Army Ranger
2005-2011: Delta Force
2011-2013: Secret Service
2013-Current: Special Skills Officer
Promotions: N/A
The spark that makes the power grow
Face Claim: Scott Foley
And I will stand for my dream if I can,
Symbol of my faith in who I am,
Symbol of my faith in who I am,
Personality: Grant is all business and takes his job very seriously, but often uses levity as a way to diffuse tension or relax those he's with. On down times, he's buried in his books, studying the cultures, the people and the nature that surrounds them. He's a very private man, mostly due to the nature of his job, but if he's doing something that isn't classified, he'll be happy to show it to you and explain it to you. Since his job is his life, he doesn't invest in the people where he is stationed unless it's required to complete his objective.
But he has a soft side and hates to see anyone hurt who shouldn't be, and he himself reserves the right to decide who that is. This has caused internal complications and struggles in the past, balancing the morality of his mission with the necessity of it, but he has never failed to complete his objective...
...so far...
Due to his training and experience, he has an extremely excellent knowledge of commuter systems and can hack any system from earth, but is also extremely intuitive and, due to his intensive training in psychology, sociology and linguistics, has a natural tendency towards being able to operate foreign computer systems as well.
And I must follow on the road that lies ahead,
I won't let my heart control my head,
I won't let my heart control my head,
Likes:
-Handguns
-Computers
-Watching other people work
-Alone Time
-Secrets that are his
Dislikes:
-People who pry
-Civilian Oversight
-Secrets that aren't his
-Deep Conversations
-Seeing innocent people hurt
-Pulling Rank
Aims:
-To catalogue every discovery and military action of the Vedas expedition, to make sure their reports and acquisition lists they send back to earth are accurate and they aren't concealing anything
-Observe and report any break of Chain of Command or extra-military practices that breach protocol
-Report Directly to the President
Fears:
-Losing his job
-Dying off-world
-Having to give the President a bad report
-CIA asking him to attempt a coup
Skills:
-Handgun Master classification at 300 yards
-Advanced Hand-to-Hand combat - Krav Maga, Jujitsu, Judo
-Sharpshooter Classification with all classes of projectile
-Advanced Computer Skills
-Hi-classification of Psychological and Sociological analysis and resilience
Habits:
-quickly irritated if distracted from current objective
-often fails to simplify technical terms for others
-single-tracked mind
-often smiles and grits teeth when irritated
I make my journey through eternity
I keep the memory of you and me inside
I keep the memory of you and me inside
Marital Status: None
Love Interest: None
Offspring: None
Parent: Joseph Fulcur (estranged), Susan Fulcur (deceased 1992)
Siblings: None
Fulfil your destiny,
Is there within the child,
History: Grant was born to Joseph and Susan Fulcur on March 23rd, 1981. Grant was put into private school when he was 4 years old off of his fathers retirement fund from working at a budding tech company called Apple, but when he was just 6 years old, his father r**ed then killed his mother, going on the run shortly after telling Grant to never tell anyone, or he'd come back and kill Grant. Grant immediately went to the police, who in turn contacted the FBI who uncovered that Joseph had been a Russian sleeper agent who became fed up with American society and was trying to escape the country. After a few months, Joseph was found and shot dead by an FBI agent near the border of Mexico and the USA. Grant was placed into foster care and public school for the rest of his education. Throughout his education, Grant got in many fights with students and teachers alike over simple, legalistic arguments, and he never forgot what happened to his father. In High School, at his first opportunity, he joined JROTC, then, right out of high-school, applied for Basic, and then RASP 1, heading straight for the Army Rangers, intent on seeing combat. From 1999 to 2005, Grant served in the Army Rangers, at first as an infantryman, then after time and a great amount of service, was hand-picked for Delta Force, where he served as a forward location scout for his squad until 2010, when he was placed on special assignment in Pakistan, assigned to a Joint Forces Unit tracking a high-value target; Bin-Laden. Grant performed basic surveillance for the team, utilizing the U.S's contacts in Pakistan to blend in to the community close to the target location, and was on station in a anti-flanking covering position during the raid itself. It took Grant 4 months to extract out of Pakistan as the government were on the hunt for any U.S. moles in their midst. Once Grant returned to the U.S, he was surprised to discover he had been registered as KIA, not MIA. Upon inquiry, Grant learned he was being removed from active duty, entering a witness protection program and being sent to Fiji for an early retirement. Grant refused all of it, insisting he be placed in some sort of active position. Due to the President's close involvement with the operation, the word eventually got to him that one of the soldiers from the raid was not accepting his early retirement package. Grant was brought before the president and the head of presidential security and, after a brief interview, he was approved to start tracking towards secret service work. After retraining, he was placed on the President's detail, then requested by the President to his daughters detail over the course of 2012-early 2013. In March of 2013, Grant was brought before newly appointed CIA Director John O. Brennan, the Vice President, and the President for a special assignment. Grant was being fast tracked for CIA employment as a Special Skills Officer. His mission? Monitor the SGC's new off-world mission to make sure they weren't hiding anything internally that the current administration needed to know about, and, if discovered, be the voice of the President to the new expedition. Grant accepted eagerly and, after a brief training period, was deployed to the Vedas Expedition undercover as an Army Major assigned to manage the Armory on the new planet.
My fate is on the wind,
The king of hearts, the joker's wild,
The king of hearts, the joker's wild,
The heartbreaker being this face is Adam and I hail from USA
I have been RPing for 4 Years
I agree with the TOS and the Site rules.
Cos I have found a dream that must come true,
Every ounce of me must see it through,
Every ounce of me must see it through,
Role Play Sample:
Grant stood, looking at himself in the large mirror outside the President's office. Every part of his ensemble was perfect. Grant tucked his ear-bud further behind his ear and removed his sunglasses, placing them in the breast pocket of his black matte suit coat. He straightened his tie again and pulled his suit-coat straight, sighing heavily.
"You look fine, Grant," Darienne Page said as she got up from the receptionist desk, walking towards him, "You keep fidgeting, it'll look worse,"
"I know," Grant said, flattening his dress pants again, "It just never looks perfect."
"And it never will," she said, padding his shoulders and tightening the tie against his neck before turning and watering the Sunflower on the end-table underneath the mirror. Suddenly the phone rang. Grant spun around and stared at it with dread. Grant was not unused to being in the presence of the President; he had been assigned to his personal detail for 2 years before the President personally requested him transferred to his daughters detail. But it was this last fact that made him nervous to be called by name to the President's office. Often times, this kind of a call was due to a complaint or a breach of security that was missed by somebody, and that somebody was probably Grant if he was being called in.
Darienne picked up the phone, "Yes, Mr. President?" She paused, glanced over at Grant and said, "I'll send him in." She hung up the phone and gave the unnecessary, "The President will see you now," with a knowing grin. Grant turned, gave one last look at the mirror, and waited at the door as Darienne walked over to it and opened it inward, saying "Grant Fulcur, Mr. President."
The President was bent over his desk, signing something when he said, "Thank you, Darienne," Grant stepped inside and took in the room in an instant. The first thing he noticed was the door to Chief of Staff McDonough's office was open, and Mr. McDonough was sitting on one of the couches. Next to him was the Vice President himself, and across from him was CIA Director Brennan, who turned as Grant entered, sizing up the Secret Service Agent. Grant swallowed hard, his blood pressure rising. I'm in for some deep s**t, he thought, moving to a relaxed 'at ease' position, awaiting his fate.
"Come in, Grant," The President said, still signing the sheets in front of him. Grant awkwardly moved forward a couple of steps and then stopped, not knowing what to do. "Have a seat." Grant looked at the seating arrangement; the two couches and the President's chair, and the last remaining couch spot was next to the CIA director, so Grant sat down, staying as upright as possible. The President finished signing the papers, handed them off to Darienne, and then took a seat, turning to Grant.
"First off Grant, I want you to know you're not in trouble. Nothing's wrong."
"Sir?" Grant said, a confused look on his face.
"Fulcur," The Vice President said, getting his attention, "This isn't a disciplinary meeting." He sighed heavily, glancing at the CIA Director, then looking to the President, "We need your help with something,"
The President looked to the CIA director, then asked, "How much do you know about the Stargate Program?"
Grant looked between all three, flabbergasted. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. "I've overheard you talking about it sometimes, Mr. President," Grant said, then insisted, "But that is all, I promise you."
"Grant," Brennan said, looking at the floor, "The CIA is acquiring you,"
"You are no longer on the secret service," The Vice President clarified.
"And we're deploying you immediately," Brennan continued, "Provided you pass qualifications training,"
"Deployed?" Grant asked, taken aback, "But I thought I was off of active duty for security purposes! That I was too much of a security risk to deploy domestically, much less internationally!"
"That's all still true, Grant," The President said, "But we're not deploying you internationally."
"Ok," Grant said, looking between the three of them, confused but accepting, "So...where am I going?"
Both the Presidential staff looked to Brennan. He sighed, looking at the floor, then looked Grant straight in the eye. "To another Galaxy."
Immortality
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