Player Information:Name: Jo
Age: 23
Contact: frickange1 (YIM)
Other Characters: Andrea 'Andy' Lang
Character Dossier:Name: Drew Henson
Codename: Cipher
Date of Birth (Age): 25 February 1981 (27)
Parents: Katie Henson (Mother), Dylan Henson (Father--Deceased).
Siblings: Brian Henson (Older Brother)
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Skills: Electrical & Electronic Engineering, and Computer Science. Anything and everything to do with technology.
Specialty: Tech Works
Physical Description:
Stands at 5'7" with dark brown hair. Drew does stand out a bit more since he's not as tall or as built as the other instructors in the Academy, though Drew still manages to carry himself well enough.
Behavior: Although a genius, but Drew is cautious and lacks self-confidence. Stemmed from the fact that he grew up too fast, Drew has been dying to fit into the crowd but never could. Trying too hard to do so, its often turned Drew into a clumsy and bumbling fool.
History: Born and raised in England, Drew was a prodigy, showing promise in the field of mathematics at the tender age of five. Before long, he was propelled through school and finally graduated from Oxford at 17 in Computer Science. Despite what was expected of him, Drew decided not to focus on a sub-field but was happy enough being a 'jack of all trades but a master of none'. In the end, he took a second degree in Eletrical & Electronic Engineering. Later when he was 23, the United States government approaced him and he was offered a chance to work with them.
Despite his reservations about the US government and how they work, Drew decided to take it. His choice had nothing to do with the "bright" future the government would often boast to him about but rather to avoid his family. Although Drew maybe a genius with all the possibilities before him, but there was one thing he could never so no to--his mother.
Being a single parent and discovering her son's talent made her into an over-protective mother at times, up to the point where Drew felt suffocated. His older brother, Brian had joined the army in order to rebel causing their mother to be twice as over-protective of Drew. In the end, even though he loved his mother with all his heart, Drew figured the only way he could be his ownself was to work with the government in a different country--and so, he took it.
RP Sample:The soldering iron barely shook in his hand as he held it steady. All he needed was to fuse the transistor into the circuit board--but only slightly. Too much lead meant too much contact, which could mean overload and into a not so pretty big boom. Watching through the magnifying glass, Drew squinted and smiled as his job was done. Pushing aside all his equipment, he looked up just in time as the door to his office swung open.
"Hello?" he questioned cautiously from between his brown bangs.
"Mr. Henson," the buffed African-American in his neatly tailored suit approached the Englishman. Drew recognised him from a meeting two weeks ago. If he wasn't mistaken, Lorne was his name. "There's something for you." he held out a file with the words 'Confidential' printed on top.
Drew never understood the Americans. Here they were all about keeping things confidential and yet there they go proclaiming it with bright red stamps on the covers of files. Accepting the file, he flipped through it, "What is it?"
"Your new assignment."
"Assignment? But I thought I was brought here merely to--"
"Study the machines?" Lorne interrupted. "You'll still be doing that, but at the same time you'll be teaching about machines."
Turning each page of information before him, Drew's eyes went wider. He pulled off his glasses and stared at the other agent, "A boarding school for girls?!" he exclaimed. "I'm teaching a bunch of bratty girls?"
"I don't know about bratty, but these are no ordinary girls. They've been handpicked by the government as future covert agents that will be trained in the various arts of assassination."
"If it's all about assassination then what do they need to know about computers and electronics? Are you expecting them to pick up a keyboard and use as a killing device?" Drew was very aware that his voice was getting higher--a clear sign he was agitated. Even his British accent was more clipped than usual.
Lorne shrugged. "They could use basic knowledge in technology; an aid to their mission. They need to know their way around machines."
"But... but..."
"This isn't a request, Henson, it's an order. Not you or I can contest that." Lorne looked almost apologetic as if he knew something. Before Drew could ask, the senior agent was already on his way out. "The details of when, where, and who are all in there. Good luck, Henson."
When the door closed with a loud click, leaving Drew alone with his electronics once again, he had a sinking feeling he was in over his head. "Bloody hell..."
The Grace Academy
