Collin Longmire - Tess
Stats
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Nature: Human
Occupation: Deputy-Detective, DeKalb County Sheriff's Dept.
Appearance: Collin is broad-shouldered and stocky in build, strong and fit but a man who seems to be built from cubes and angles. He's very fair with ruddiness to his skin. His hair is sandy blond. His eyes are green with a thin blue-grey rim around the outer and inner edges of his irises. He's 6 feet tall and weighs 200 lbs.
While on the job, he dresses in dark suits, not expensive but well fitted, and dark long-sleeved shirts. His shoes are always shined. He's every inch the serious professional, because when he's called onto the job someone has died or is very, very injured. He feels the dark clothing is a sign of respect for that kind of pain.
Off duty, he's usually in faded jeans that are one wash away from disintegration, and some stretched out, long sleeved t-shirt that's seen better days, barefoot or in very well-worn Frye harness boots. It's clear by his clothing choices where his priorities lie. Note the long sleeves. Regardless of the weather, he’s in long sleeves. They hide the scars.
He keeps his hair cut close on the sides and only slightly longer on top. He puts a little effort into it on work days. On off days, he usually just swipes his hand across it after his shower and calls it done.
Personality: Collin is a man with deeply embedded beliefs, who's no longer absolutely certain just what the cosmic rules are anymore, or where he stands in the Heaven/Hell balance. He puts on a good front, however. Those who work with him, who only know him casually, would have to be very perceptive to realize that his cheerful demeanor isn't a natural expression of his emotional state.
He's easy to work with, but not easy to get to know. He keeps information about his personal life close to his chest, and does only the minimal social mingling off the clock. Since moving to Stone Mountain, he's trying to force himself to be more sociable again, even if just for the appearance of normality, but introversion is a hard habit to break.
History: Collin is the eldest and only son of a lower-middle class, blue collar family in rural south-eastern Kentucky, who took him to a fundamentalist Baptist church every time the doors were open.
After high school, Collin did three things right away: marry his girlfriend Jennifer, move out of Beale’s Holler and enter college in the criminal law division, graduating at the top of his class with a Bachelors' degree. Collin was hired shortly thereafter by the Louisville police department. He was an ideal street cop, the kind the PR department loves. His success soon brought him a promotion to the Detective Division.
Four years ago, he had his one and only psychic experience. His wife left to join his sister Donna on a shopping expedition, and since Collin had a late night call the night before, he took advantage of the quiet to take a nap. He had a horrible nightmare, a terribly realistic dream about a fiery multi car wreck on the interstate.
Awaking in cold sweat, shaking, he tried to shake off the foreboding feeling of doom left by the dream. Going into the kitchen to grab a cold drink, he realized they were out of milk. He called her. She didn’t pick up. The sense of doom strengthened. Collin kept calling her, texting her, leaving voicemails. Then he tried his sister’s phone. They never picked up. They never would, ever again.
His wife and sister were among the unfortunates who died trapped in their cars as the inferno raged. Collin was put on compassionate leave, and afterwards he resigned his position. For a few months, he drank and drifted, lost in grief and crushing depression that even the pills the department shrink prescribed wouldn’t touch.
Collin spiraled downward, until he found himself standing on an overpass just after sunset, waiting for traffic to clear so that he wouldn’t plummet through somebody’s windshield and cause another massive, fatal accident. But just when he put his foot on the lower rail, a hand landed on his shoulder. The stranger somehow managed to talk him down off the overpass, and in a quiet, dark, smoky bar, told Collin he knew something that would ease his pain and grief. It wasn’t drugs the stranger was offering…. Collin learned that night of the incredibly euphoric effect of being fed upon by a vampire.
And though he didn’t realize it till it was far too late, while it may not have been an illegal drug the benevolent stranger was offering him, the relief came with a irresistible addictive hook all of its own.
Relieved of his crushing depression and grief, Collin started casting around for a job in a new town. When he saw the job offer for a Detective wanted for a tiny Georgia town called Stone Mountain, he was one of the few applicants, and got the position. Stone Mountain is a far cry from Louisville, but it could be Lesser Mooselick, North Dakota, for all he cares. Stone Mountain is away from Louisville, his family, his former church, and his wife and sister’s grave.
He is still addicted to the sleek, sedating sting and draw of a vampiric bite. Any time he tries to stop, he goes through withdrawals worse than any heroin junkie has ever suffered. But if it was only pain, he could grit his teeth and get through it. No, when he begins to shake and sweat and retch, his inner dark demon rises up to grind him under its heel again.
And so, once again, when his vampire fixes come knocking, he lets them in. And hates himself, when the soothing nod wears off and leaves him calm, but clear-headed once more with a wad of cash earned by the most perverted form of prostitution, lying on the table beside him.
Abilities: Collin is smart and scrupulously honest. He'll go the extra mile on his cases. Blessed or damned, he's a man who approaches his profession as his mission in life. Unless he’s been too long without his fix, he's able to keep his emotional turmoil locked inside a calm, steady exterior.
Collin clings to his childhood beliefs, even though his faith is in fraying tatters as he inwardly swings between apostasy and sincere, desperate pleas for divine explanations and forgiveness.
Weaknesses: Hypocrisy. Self-doubt. Bigotry.
Hypocrisy because he despises all Preternaturals and considers them a detriment to society at best, the spawn of Beelzebub at worst. Despite the fact that he depends upon the worst of them, and regularly prostitutes his own body to their most base needs, to keep his own encaged.
Self-doubt is a flaw that may drive him to clear his sinuses with a .38 slug one day. He's conflicted and unsure about just who the monsters are, and where the line between good and evil lies. In the eyes of his family and his former church, he's a whore, maybe even a monster.
Bigotry-- prejudice against Preternaturals is widespread, and Collin is one of the closet offenders. Collin pities lycanthropes, because most of them were unwilling victims of an infection. Because of that, he sees destroying the violent ones more as euthanasia than execution. But at least, a shifter still has a soul. You can see it in their eyes, feel it with your own. But what is inside a vampire? A trapped soul, something more sinister, or nothing at all? Are they really dead, or caught until the Judgment on the cusp between life and death? And where does he rank on the spiritual scale, when he sells his very life-force to sustain them? These questions keep Collin up at night.
Hey, beats the nightmares.
Quirks: Collin cracks his knuckles when he's nervous. He can play guitar and harmonica. He shoots a mean game of pool. If anyone uses the Lord's name in vain repeatedly in his presence, it makes him so uncomfortable that he'll request that they use other profanity if they must. Collin may not be sure about his own standing in God's eyes, or where the entire Preternatural community fits in on the sinner/saint scale, but he's certain blasphemy is still divinely frowned upon.
Weapons: Glock 22 9mm pistol, department issue; vintage Colt snubnosed .38 Special Commando revolver.
Family: His parents are still alive, but since Jennifer and Donna's deaths, he's not been home for any holidays or family reunions. Especially with his shameful secret hanging over his head.
Vehicle: He drives a yield-sign-yellow 2010 Jeep Cherokee Sport and keeps it spotless. His wife chose the disgusting color, and he thought that dayglo hue and the size of the vehicle would keep her safer on the road. The day she died, she was in his sister’s new Beetle. The back seat is removed now, leaving room for the vehicle to double as a small, mobile crime lab.
Home: An old, shabby one-bedroom house in a sketchy area of town. Its main draw is the detached garage, which is where Collin meets with his… well… dealers or tricks, take your pick of terms. Both fit.
Character song: Animal I Have Become, 3 Days Grace
Character image portrayed by: Tony Higson
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Nature: Human
Occupation: Deputy-Detective, DeKalb County Sheriff's Dept.
Appearance: Collin is broad-shouldered and stocky in build, strong and fit but a man who seems to be built from cubes and angles. He's very fair with ruddiness to his skin. His hair is sandy blond. His eyes are green with a thin blue-grey rim around the outer and inner edges of his irises. He's 6 feet tall and weighs 200 lbs.
While on the job, he dresses in dark suits, not expensive but well fitted, and dark long-sleeved shirts. His shoes are always shined. He's every inch the serious professional, because when he's called onto the job someone has died or is very, very injured. He feels the dark clothing is a sign of respect for that kind of pain.
Off duty, he's usually in faded jeans that are one wash away from disintegration, and some stretched out, long sleeved t-shirt that's seen better days, barefoot or in very well-worn Frye harness boots. It's clear by his clothing choices where his priorities lie. Note the long sleeves. Regardless of the weather, he’s in long sleeves. They hide the scars.
He keeps his hair cut close on the sides and only slightly longer on top. He puts a little effort into it on work days. On off days, he usually just swipes his hand across it after his shower and calls it done.
Personality: Collin is a man with deeply embedded beliefs, who's no longer absolutely certain just what the cosmic rules are anymore, or where he stands in the Heaven/Hell balance. He puts on a good front, however. Those who work with him, who only know him casually, would have to be very perceptive to realize that his cheerful demeanor isn't a natural expression of his emotional state.
He's easy to work with, but not easy to get to know. He keeps information about his personal life close to his chest, and does only the minimal social mingling off the clock. Since moving to Stone Mountain, he's trying to force himself to be more sociable again, even if just for the appearance of normality, but introversion is a hard habit to break.
History: Collin is the eldest and only son of a lower-middle class, blue collar family in rural south-eastern Kentucky, who took him to a fundamentalist Baptist church every time the doors were open.
After high school, Collin did three things right away: marry his girlfriend Jennifer, move out of Beale’s Holler and enter college in the criminal law division, graduating at the top of his class with a Bachelors' degree. Collin was hired shortly thereafter by the Louisville police department. He was an ideal street cop, the kind the PR department loves. His success soon brought him a promotion to the Detective Division.
Four years ago, he had his one and only psychic experience. His wife left to join his sister Donna on a shopping expedition, and since Collin had a late night call the night before, he took advantage of the quiet to take a nap. He had a horrible nightmare, a terribly realistic dream about a fiery multi car wreck on the interstate.
Awaking in cold sweat, shaking, he tried to shake off the foreboding feeling of doom left by the dream. Going into the kitchen to grab a cold drink, he realized they were out of milk. He called her. She didn’t pick up. The sense of doom strengthened. Collin kept calling her, texting her, leaving voicemails. Then he tried his sister’s phone. They never picked up. They never would, ever again.
His wife and sister were among the unfortunates who died trapped in their cars as the inferno raged. Collin was put on compassionate leave, and afterwards he resigned his position. For a few months, he drank and drifted, lost in grief and crushing depression that even the pills the department shrink prescribed wouldn’t touch.
Collin spiraled downward, until he found himself standing on an overpass just after sunset, waiting for traffic to clear so that he wouldn’t plummet through somebody’s windshield and cause another massive, fatal accident. But just when he put his foot on the lower rail, a hand landed on his shoulder. The stranger somehow managed to talk him down off the overpass, and in a quiet, dark, smoky bar, told Collin he knew something that would ease his pain and grief. It wasn’t drugs the stranger was offering…. Collin learned that night of the incredibly euphoric effect of being fed upon by a vampire.
And though he didn’t realize it till it was far too late, while it may not have been an illegal drug the benevolent stranger was offering him, the relief came with a irresistible addictive hook all of its own.
Relieved of his crushing depression and grief, Collin started casting around for a job in a new town. When he saw the job offer for a Detective wanted for a tiny Georgia town called Stone Mountain, he was one of the few applicants, and got the position. Stone Mountain is a far cry from Louisville, but it could be Lesser Mooselick, North Dakota, for all he cares. Stone Mountain is away from Louisville, his family, his former church, and his wife and sister’s grave.
He is still addicted to the sleek, sedating sting and draw of a vampiric bite. Any time he tries to stop, he goes through withdrawals worse than any heroin junkie has ever suffered. But if it was only pain, he could grit his teeth and get through it. No, when he begins to shake and sweat and retch, his inner dark demon rises up to grind him under its heel again.
And so, once again, when his vampire fixes come knocking, he lets them in. And hates himself, when the soothing nod wears off and leaves him calm, but clear-headed once more with a wad of cash earned by the most perverted form of prostitution, lying on the table beside him.
Abilities: Collin is smart and scrupulously honest. He'll go the extra mile on his cases. Blessed or damned, he's a man who approaches his profession as his mission in life. Unless he’s been too long without his fix, he's able to keep his emotional turmoil locked inside a calm, steady exterior.
Collin clings to his childhood beliefs, even though his faith is in fraying tatters as he inwardly swings between apostasy and sincere, desperate pleas for divine explanations and forgiveness.
Weaknesses: Hypocrisy. Self-doubt. Bigotry.
Hypocrisy because he despises all Preternaturals and considers them a detriment to society at best, the spawn of Beelzebub at worst. Despite the fact that he depends upon the worst of them, and regularly prostitutes his own body to their most base needs, to keep his own encaged.
Self-doubt is a flaw that may drive him to clear his sinuses with a .38 slug one day. He's conflicted and unsure about just who the monsters are, and where the line between good and evil lies. In the eyes of his family and his former church, he's a whore, maybe even a monster.
Bigotry-- prejudice against Preternaturals is widespread, and Collin is one of the closet offenders. Collin pities lycanthropes, because most of them were unwilling victims of an infection. Because of that, he sees destroying the violent ones more as euthanasia than execution. But at least, a shifter still has a soul. You can see it in their eyes, feel it with your own. But what is inside a vampire? A trapped soul, something more sinister, or nothing at all? Are they really dead, or caught until the Judgment on the cusp between life and death? And where does he rank on the spiritual scale, when he sells his very life-force to sustain them? These questions keep Collin up at night.
Hey, beats the nightmares.
Quirks: Collin cracks his knuckles when he's nervous. He can play guitar and harmonica. He shoots a mean game of pool. If anyone uses the Lord's name in vain repeatedly in his presence, it makes him so uncomfortable that he'll request that they use other profanity if they must. Collin may not be sure about his own standing in God's eyes, or where the entire Preternatural community fits in on the sinner/saint scale, but he's certain blasphemy is still divinely frowned upon.
Weapons: Glock 22 9mm pistol, department issue; vintage Colt snubnosed .38 Special Commando revolver.
Family: His parents are still alive, but since Jennifer and Donna's deaths, he's not been home for any holidays or family reunions. Especially with his shameful secret hanging over his head.
Vehicle: He drives a yield-sign-yellow 2010 Jeep Cherokee Sport and keeps it spotless. His wife chose the disgusting color, and he thought that dayglo hue and the size of the vehicle would keep her safer on the road. The day she died, she was in his sister’s new Beetle. The back seat is removed now, leaving room for the vehicle to double as a small, mobile crime lab.
Home: An old, shabby one-bedroom house in a sketchy area of town. Its main draw is the detached garage, which is where Collin meets with his… well… dealers or tricks, take your pick of terms. Both fit.
Character song: Animal I Have Become, 3 Days Grace
Character image portrayed by: Tony Higson