Post by Ben Hollinder on Oct 4, 2009 12:42:59 GMT -7
Name;; Benjamin Joshua Hollinder
Expertise;; Homicide Detective
Personality;; Ben is abrupt and could be considered abrasive to co-workers and even higher ups sometimes. But he's dedicated to his job and does it well, which is probably why they put up with him. With a deep love of kids, it's no wonder that he does so well around them. He is totally different when dealing with them, kind, funny, caring and a joker. Should you expect this treatment from him toward your own person, be prepared to be sorely disappointed. Unless he particularly likes you he is like as not to be cold and calm, even snarky.
Being a very secretive person makes for hard times due to not really growing close to co-workers. If asked, he would say he is the lone wolf who needs no one. Though he keeps this mask up, it's far from the truth. Coming from a hurtful background himself, he is actually very needy of others and their approval, though his demeanor says anything but. Should he ever let down the iron walls that guard his heart, a vulnerable and hurt man is all that you would see. Getting past those walls though, is a feat that no one has actually managed.
Quirky behavior includes constantly checking his hair, and complaining about grey ones he spots, sweeping said hair back, and making pervy comments when he's sure he can get away with them. This odd behavior is exact opposite his usual temperament and can usually be observed when he's had a relaxing day hanging with kids. Though he's always careful to not go overboard--a sexual harassment complaint or law-suit is the last thing he wants. He also, if you can get him to talk at all, will like as not chatter at you about the latest game he's been playing or the latest kid he's been helping--so long as it doesn't breach their confidence, that is.
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History
Family: Maria Hollinder -- mother, in prison. Joshua Hollinder -- father, deceased.
Title: Head Detective of Homicide
Friends: Kids around the neighborhood, Mac.
Pets: German Shepherd named General and a Siamese cat named Sassy.
Acquaintances: NOPD, Tom from the NYPD
Enemies: Most anyone he's locked up back in NY. A good few of the gang members trying to take over New Orleans that he's put behind bars.
Arch Enemy: His own mother.
Overall History:Moved from Wales when he was still a small boy, his mother chose the USA to raise him--more specifically, New York City. Unhappy with the move, he was a withdrawn little boy who was tormented about his accent and 'gay' ways. You see, he was always slightly more feminine than he should have been and the bullies had a hey-day with it. Miserable, he turned to his mother for protection and help only to find that she had dived into the bottle and had found drugs to drown her own sorrows. He never knew why, but she always seemed afraid--almost as if she had something to hide. He didn't have a father, as his mother said the 'ungrateful louse' had stayed behind.
Through his childhood and teen years he watched his mother sink deeper and deeper into the grave she'd dug for herself. It was only when he was about 15 and slipped himself, drinking, that he realized that her grave was becoming his own as well. Desperate to save himself, he ran away, living off of the streets and doing odd jobs here and there for a bit of cash when he could. At 16 he was able to land himself a job and shortly thereafter, rent a seedy motel room. It wasn't much, but it kept him off of the streets and out of the cold.
He continued to attend school, graduating at the top of his class and attended college. As soon as he was able, he joined the police academy and again graduated with honors. Working his way up through the force was no easy task, but he was gifted and good at what he did. A detective, and specializing in helping children. Though he never shared his past with his collegues, a whisper went out that he had to have suffered through some of the same to be able to understand and help the kids as much as he did.
It was a year after he made detective that his mother showed up at the station, tearing his carefully constructed facade to bits. One look at him, as he bolted to his office, was enough for most to guess at least part of the situation. When the woman gave her name, the rest of it became apparent. Another detective cautiously approached Ben and mentioned that his mother would like to speak with him. Seemed she was in some kind of trouble.
What else was new? Ben had no choice but to see what she wanted or needed. Turns out she'd been on the run when she came to the USA and was currently wanted--for killing a man. Specifically, his father. The father that he'd thought had abandoned them and didn't want him. His mother was begging for help. Seems she'd been spotted by someone who she knew back in the day and it was only a matter of time before they came looking for her. She wanted Ben's help. Help which he couldn't and wouldn't give. He told her she would have to figure it out on her own, and turned her away.
His co-workers had overheard most, if not all, of the conversation and only a few faulted him for refusing her help. When questioned, he stated that when they came looking he would direct them in the correct direction. He loved his mother, but he also hated her for what she had done to him. And now he hated her more for the lies he'd been told as a child.
When the time came he did just as he'd said he would. And he's never looked back. Some say he is heartless because of this. Those who are closer can see the hurt little boy in his eyes at times and know that he only did what he had to.
He has become, in the last few years, one of the top detectives. With a smattering of knowledge in just about every field, he understands basics of most areas in the PD and has put them to good use. His favorite and least favorite job is still the same--helping the children who've been hurt. The love-hate relationship he has with this position is due to hating to see the hurt in their little eyes, but loving the ability to be able to try to help.
If ever someone needs a favor or needs someone to help keep a kid calm, Ben's the man to call upon...
But when Mac Taylor, the man he respected most at the NYPD, decided to leave, heading for New Orleans, Ben became disillusioned. The new head of the CSIs was... less than pleasant, and it wasn't too long before Ben too handed in his resignation and looked for a position elsewhere. With his expertise he knew that Miami or New Orleans would be more than happy to have him. And though the choice was hard, Ben eventually went with Miami as he wasn't sure how he'd handle the weather in the half wrecked city of New Orleans.
And with the current head of the CSIs being a total ass, Ben was only too happy to leave, knowing that he'd have a position waiting for him in Miami.
Profession: NYPD--former. MDPD Homicide Detective--Present.
Weapon of Choice: A pair of .45s or bare fists.
Writing Sample:
Ben gave her a slight smirk at her last comment, choosing to remain silent on most of the rest of what had been said. He was grateful she wasn't pushing his change in attitude, as some might have. Tilting his head to one side as he handed her exact change, he glanced out the window, his nose wrinkling. "You know, I usually don't mind this weather, but it's bugging me today...."
Nodding his thanks as he took his coffee and pie to the table, he glanced back at her, and grinned. "I'm sure there are some real headcases out there right now. Things never seem to slow down around here...." The grin faded away, Ben blinked somewhat sleepily at his watch as he checked the time. Ugh. He'd have to have a word with Lady Luck. She just kept dropping cases in his lap just when he was at his worst. Setting the food down he rubbed his eyes, flopped in the chair rather harder than was necessary, and glanced out the window.
And grumped at his phone as it jingled at him. He'd set a less annoying alert for text messages than the standard ones provided, but he still didn't like the thing. The only good thing? It was a Johnny Cash song, one of his favorites....
You can run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Sooner or later God'll cut you down
Sooner or later God'll cut you down
Well you may throw your rock and hide your hand
Workin' in the dark against your fellow man
But as sure as God made black and white
What's down in the dark will be brought to the light..
Once the phone had finished with the two bits of the song he'd chosen for the alert, he opened it, glared at the text, and grumbled under his breath. Oh well. No rest for the wicked. He glanced over at Zooey. "Five bucks says you can't identify the song on my phone." He smirked at her. Not a lot of people knew Johnny Cash as well as they used to.... and most just gave him blank looks or chuckled when they heard the song.
He smirked at her, an eyebrow raised. Maybe coming in here late at night and chatting would be good for him. She didn't seem put off by his ornery nature... unlike most of his colleagues, who would rather he just do his job and leave them alone.....
Expertise;; Homicide Detective
Personality;; Ben is abrupt and could be considered abrasive to co-workers and even higher ups sometimes. But he's dedicated to his job and does it well, which is probably why they put up with him. With a deep love of kids, it's no wonder that he does so well around them. He is totally different when dealing with them, kind, funny, caring and a joker. Should you expect this treatment from him toward your own person, be prepared to be sorely disappointed. Unless he particularly likes you he is like as not to be cold and calm, even snarky.
Being a very secretive person makes for hard times due to not really growing close to co-workers. If asked, he would say he is the lone wolf who needs no one. Though he keeps this mask up, it's far from the truth. Coming from a hurtful background himself, he is actually very needy of others and their approval, though his demeanor says anything but. Should he ever let down the iron walls that guard his heart, a vulnerable and hurt man is all that you would see. Getting past those walls though, is a feat that no one has actually managed.
Quirky behavior includes constantly checking his hair, and complaining about grey ones he spots, sweeping said hair back, and making pervy comments when he's sure he can get away with them. This odd behavior is exact opposite his usual temperament and can usually be observed when he's had a relaxing day hanging with kids. Though he's always careful to not go overboard--a sexual harassment complaint or law-suit is the last thing he wants. He also, if you can get him to talk at all, will like as not chatter at you about the latest game he's been playing or the latest kid he's been helping--so long as it doesn't breach their confidence, that is.
Picture;;
History
Family: Maria Hollinder -- mother, in prison. Joshua Hollinder -- father, deceased.
Title: Head Detective of Homicide
Friends: Kids around the neighborhood, Mac.
Pets: German Shepherd named General and a Siamese cat named Sassy.
Acquaintances: NOPD, Tom from the NYPD
Enemies: Most anyone he's locked up back in NY. A good few of the gang members trying to take over New Orleans that he's put behind bars.
Arch Enemy: His own mother.
Overall History:Moved from Wales when he was still a small boy, his mother chose the USA to raise him--more specifically, New York City. Unhappy with the move, he was a withdrawn little boy who was tormented about his accent and 'gay' ways. You see, he was always slightly more feminine than he should have been and the bullies had a hey-day with it. Miserable, he turned to his mother for protection and help only to find that she had dived into the bottle and had found drugs to drown her own sorrows. He never knew why, but she always seemed afraid--almost as if she had something to hide. He didn't have a father, as his mother said the 'ungrateful louse' had stayed behind.
Through his childhood and teen years he watched his mother sink deeper and deeper into the grave she'd dug for herself. It was only when he was about 15 and slipped himself, drinking, that he realized that her grave was becoming his own as well. Desperate to save himself, he ran away, living off of the streets and doing odd jobs here and there for a bit of cash when he could. At 16 he was able to land himself a job and shortly thereafter, rent a seedy motel room. It wasn't much, but it kept him off of the streets and out of the cold.
He continued to attend school, graduating at the top of his class and attended college. As soon as he was able, he joined the police academy and again graduated with honors. Working his way up through the force was no easy task, but he was gifted and good at what he did. A detective, and specializing in helping children. Though he never shared his past with his collegues, a whisper went out that he had to have suffered through some of the same to be able to understand and help the kids as much as he did.
It was a year after he made detective that his mother showed up at the station, tearing his carefully constructed facade to bits. One look at him, as he bolted to his office, was enough for most to guess at least part of the situation. When the woman gave her name, the rest of it became apparent. Another detective cautiously approached Ben and mentioned that his mother would like to speak with him. Seemed she was in some kind of trouble.
What else was new? Ben had no choice but to see what she wanted or needed. Turns out she'd been on the run when she came to the USA and was currently wanted--for killing a man. Specifically, his father. The father that he'd thought had abandoned them and didn't want him. His mother was begging for help. Seems she'd been spotted by someone who she knew back in the day and it was only a matter of time before they came looking for her. She wanted Ben's help. Help which he couldn't and wouldn't give. He told her she would have to figure it out on her own, and turned her away.
His co-workers had overheard most, if not all, of the conversation and only a few faulted him for refusing her help. When questioned, he stated that when they came looking he would direct them in the correct direction. He loved his mother, but he also hated her for what she had done to him. And now he hated her more for the lies he'd been told as a child.
When the time came he did just as he'd said he would. And he's never looked back. Some say he is heartless because of this. Those who are closer can see the hurt little boy in his eyes at times and know that he only did what he had to.
He has become, in the last few years, one of the top detectives. With a smattering of knowledge in just about every field, he understands basics of most areas in the PD and has put them to good use. His favorite and least favorite job is still the same--helping the children who've been hurt. The love-hate relationship he has with this position is due to hating to see the hurt in their little eyes, but loving the ability to be able to try to help.
If ever someone needs a favor or needs someone to help keep a kid calm, Ben's the man to call upon...
But when Mac Taylor, the man he respected most at the NYPD, decided to leave, heading for New Orleans, Ben became disillusioned. The new head of the CSIs was... less than pleasant, and it wasn't too long before Ben too handed in his resignation and looked for a position elsewhere. With his expertise he knew that Miami or New Orleans would be more than happy to have him. And though the choice was hard, Ben eventually went with Miami as he wasn't sure how he'd handle the weather in the half wrecked city of New Orleans.
And with the current head of the CSIs being a total ass, Ben was only too happy to leave, knowing that he'd have a position waiting for him in Miami.
Profession: NYPD--former. MDPD Homicide Detective--Present.
Weapon of Choice: A pair of .45s or bare fists.
Writing Sample:
Ben gave her a slight smirk at her last comment, choosing to remain silent on most of the rest of what had been said. He was grateful she wasn't pushing his change in attitude, as some might have. Tilting his head to one side as he handed her exact change, he glanced out the window, his nose wrinkling. "You know, I usually don't mind this weather, but it's bugging me today...."
Nodding his thanks as he took his coffee and pie to the table, he glanced back at her, and grinned. "I'm sure there are some real headcases out there right now. Things never seem to slow down around here...." The grin faded away, Ben blinked somewhat sleepily at his watch as he checked the time. Ugh. He'd have to have a word with Lady Luck. She just kept dropping cases in his lap just when he was at his worst. Setting the food down he rubbed his eyes, flopped in the chair rather harder than was necessary, and glanced out the window.
And grumped at his phone as it jingled at him. He'd set a less annoying alert for text messages than the standard ones provided, but he still didn't like the thing. The only good thing? It was a Johnny Cash song, one of his favorites....
You can run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Sooner or later God'll cut you down
Sooner or later God'll cut you down
Well you may throw your rock and hide your hand
Workin' in the dark against your fellow man
But as sure as God made black and white
What's down in the dark will be brought to the light..
Once the phone had finished with the two bits of the song he'd chosen for the alert, he opened it, glared at the text, and grumbled under his breath. Oh well. No rest for the wicked. He glanced over at Zooey. "Five bucks says you can't identify the song on my phone." He smirked at her. Not a lot of people knew Johnny Cash as well as they used to.... and most just gave him blank looks or chuckled when they heard the song.
He smirked at her, an eyebrow raised. Maybe coming in here late at night and chatting would be good for him. She didn't seem put off by his ornery nature... unlike most of his colleagues, who would rather he just do his job and leave them alone.....
