Skills: Disable bombs, lock-picking, knows a few magic tricks.
APPEARANCE
Dave has slick dark brown hair, green eyes, stubble, and tan skin. His work uniform consists of a gray suit, a light blue shirt and a dark blue tie with white diagonal stripes.
PERSONALITY
David comes off as more of a playboy than a detective when around the elite. Being particularly charismatic, he prefers to use flattery and persuasion to achieve his goals, rarely resorting to threats or force. This has led to him becoming well known and liked among celebrities, allowing him to have many useful connections and resources. It is also for this reason that he prefers to work alone as he believes having a partner only makes it more difficult for him to establish and maintain delicate relationships.
When his preferred approach doesn't work however, he can successfully use force to confront and apprehend criminals. Dave's intelligence in making deductions from evidence and his ability to disable a bomb make him a particularly skilled detective. He is also capable of defending himself physically.
Misc: He was into magic in sixth grade.
BACKGROUND
He witnessed the murder of his mother when he was 7 years old and her killer was never caught, which motivated him to go into Law Enforcement. Due to an absent father, Dave was put in an orphan system, then placed in a foster home along with other children. He developed a close relationship to Jamal Grady, whom he considers a brother.
After finishing his police training and gaining field experience for a few years, he worked his way up to the major crime division. With the murderer still on the loose, Dave has yet to bring him to justice. After moving out of L.A., he focused on his own investigations, especially finding more clues about his mother's killer whereabouts.
More info to be added and determined by events.
QUOTES
"The day it happened… when my mom died… I remember coming out to the living room. I saw him. The man. He had a mask on, so I couldn't see his face. He pointed a gun at my mother, and… I remember her face. She didn't look scared. She looked defiant. Strong. Until she noticed I was there. Then her face went pale. I must have told the story a hundred times. To cops, counselors, therapists… Didn't make a difference in the end. The scumbag who did it still got away. Now I've got a badge. I'm a detective, for god's sake. But sometimes it feels like I'm no closer to finding answers than I was when I was a kid."
Thanks for the accept, I look forward to getting a plot going sometime soon, let me know if you are up for it. Otherwise banter is equally welcomed. Oh, names Sebastian Castellanos, KPD detective.
