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Luke Murray
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Name: Luke Murray

Age: 36

Gender: Male

Class: Criminal

Job: USMC Teacher.

Rank: Coronal

Appearance: Luke has dark brown hair, which he keeps short, mostly due to the marine corps regulations. He has a heart shaped face with bright blue eyes. He has a very nice body and well toned muscles, which cover most of his body. He stands at 6’0 and weighs about 200lbs. He is usually seen with jeans held up by a belt and a tight shirt of some kind.

Luke, though knowing he has a nice body is often seen fully clothed, as to not attract any attention form others. During work he has to wear his marine uniform that doesn't look out of place, but outside of work he wears tight shirts and often a jacket of some sort. Luke rarely goes out to dress up in a suit or anything similar. He will throw on a nice shirt and pants, if there is some sort of function he has to go to, but apart from that he has his uniform, and a couple of other jeans and things.

Personality: He is a highly self-confident, intelligent man with many talents but almost as many flaws. Whatever school or course he was in, he was always the best in his class, a fact that not everyone surrounding him liked. Since he knows that he isn't stupid and has noticed, over the years, that he is usually right about things, he can sometimes appear arrogant to those who don't know him very well. He's learning to trust his instincts, although his doubting side sometimes prevents him from acting upon them. However, to others, he can appear as a know-it-all, who simply always tries to get his way. Time and time again, though, they have to admit that he was right.

Because a deep sense of safety and security has been instilled in her by the marines with everyone going to bat for a fellow marine, he always leaves his door unlocked. Although when he first enters a room he always takes a good look around. Though far from being paranoid, he likes feeling safe. Having had weapons and self-defence training from the marines, he can be a deadly opponent while in a fight.

He is a team player, and willing to accept orders through the chain of command, but has a problem when people who have no business giving them. He doesn't stick out, in fact if anything, he does his best to blend in, not being overly heroic, or doing anything that could attract attention to him. He is an good marine, though, he has an unnatural obsession with stalking people.

History: He was born June 16, 1978 in Southern, California. His mother was a home maker and his father was a Los Angeles policeman for 21 years. His father was also in the US Army reserves from which he retired as a full bird colonel. Luke was considered a nerd throughout school getting straight As and graduating high school with a 4.2 GPA.

He joined the Marines straight after he left school in (1990) and six months after completing his training (second in his class). When his 4 year commitment with the Army was up (1996) he reenlisted for another 4 years as an instructor at the Military Training Centre in Ft. Leonard Wood, Missouri. Luke moved in 2000, to be closer to the object of his affections. He is now working at Norfolk naval base as an instructor there. He decided to stay with the training, and From 2000, he had stayed in the training centre, and has made sure he has a squeaky clean record.

Almost too clean. All through his career Luke has kept in contact with where and what his object does, and is. He has followed them for a while and knows every habit, and thing they do, and has never stopped following. The training centre gives him a 9-5 job, and he doesn't work weekends, and so the rest of his time is spent stalking.

Role Play Sample: from another site.
Mac was stood pacing in his apartment. He had called Hawks to check up on they guy, and so far he hadn't called back. It had been nearly an hour, since Daniel had left to get his things. That was too long even for him, the traffic was bad, but then he could have called to say he was on his way. Mac shook his head, no there was something wrong. He grabbed his black suit jacket, and went to collect his 9mm, from the cabinet by the door. He checked that it was full of rounds, before he made his way, out shutting and locking the door. Daniel had a key to his place anyway, so if he turned up there was no problem with him getting in.

It didn't take him long to make it to Daniel's place. The emergency lights helped cut the journey down a little, he was trying to think of what to expect when he got there. As he pulled his truck up outside, he scanned the other cars there, and sure enough there was Daniel car outside. Mac wondered what he had been worried about, after all he was probably stuck on what to take, or what work cases he would need. He smiled to him self slightly as he got out of his truck and made his way inside.

As Mac made his way down the hallway, he wondered why he had been worried. Daniel would most likely come out and laugh that he was there. Mac raised his hand to knock on the door, as he did he opened it. Mac was met by the smell of puke, he immediately grabbed his side arm, and pointed it into Daniel place. How could Mac have been so stupid, since when was he late, and he didn't call either. He should have come earlier, and hopefully stopped what ever had happened. He should have known better, and gone with him.

He stood for a moment looking at the floor, as he entered slowly. "Daniel" He called, as he walked around. He looked at the living room, which was trashed and covered in blood, puke and who knew what else. His stomach, twisted as he looked around, he could feel terror in him that he didn't like. Mac checked every other room apart from the bathroom. He really didn't want to go in there, not knowing what he was going to find. Mac knocked on the door before entering.

He glanced around, and saw Daniel sitting in the shower. He was alive, or seemed so, and Mac was happy about that. "Daniel, are you ok?" He asked softly, as he grabbed a few towels, and holstered his weapon. Mac could see he wasn't in a good way, and that he needed some sort of help. It looked like he had scrubbed himself, and he didnt look good. It had only been an hour ago that they had shared pizza, and joked around. He reached into the shower and turned it off, his jacket sleeve getting was damp as the water hit it. He tried to cover Daniel with the towels. "What happened?" He asked him, guessing a few of the answers already. He knelt down close to him as he waited for the answer. He didn't need Hawks now to tell him the guy was out, it was true.

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