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name: jameson thomas murphy.
nicnames: james, jt, detective murphy.
age: thirty6.
dob: november 01, 1960.
hometown: las vegas, nevada.
time in las vegas: entire life.
neighborhood: the croix townhouses.
occupation: homicide detective.
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height: six foot.
build: athletic.
hair color: dark brown.
eye color: blue.
notable injuries/scars:
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jameson was born into a world of trouble. named after his parents favorite brand of whiskey, he was never supposed to be on the lawful side of things. his mother was a card dealer at one of the casinos and his father was a jack of all trades, but master of none. he made money however he could, but more often than not, it landed him a few nights behind bars.
growing up, jameson was taught how to fend for himself. whether it was because his old man was behind bars for the night, or because his mother was picking up extra shifts to cover bail, he grew up much quicker than any kid should. by thirteen, he was making his own money by hustling tourists in games of pool at a dive bar near the apartment he grew up in.
by eighteen, he knew he wanted more for himself. he joined the military the first chance he had, choosing discipline and order over the chaos he'd spent his whole life in the middle of. his parents didn't agree with his choice, but neither tried to stop him. when he returned home at the age of twenty-eight, he was lost all over again. he looked for his parents, but the apartment he'd grown up in was empty and the casino his mother had worked in for most of his life knew nothing about her whereabouts.
rather than run away, jameson stumbled across a poster pinned to cork board at one of his favorite spots that read: officers needed. he weighed his options, but there weren't many for a man with a high school diploma and ten years of service. so, he dove in head first and to his surprise, made the cut.
jameson was struggling as a beat cop when he finally caught a lucky break. he and his partner had been assigned to an investigation, one that didn't seem like much at the time. however, the deeper they dug, the more they found, but it was his partner that made the breakthrough. when it came time to chase that lead, his partner was killed in action, leaving jameson with a choice. he could've given credit to the fallen officer, but he chose glory instead. two weeks later, he was promoted to the homicide department as a detective.
his choice didn't come without punishment. the longer the lie stretched on, the more the guilt had time to settle into his bones. it made him work harder, made him put the job above everything else. after all, he'd sold a devilish lie to get there, so wasting it all away wasn't an option.
he's been a detective for three years now and he finally feels like he's found his own footing within the department. he keeps his head down, mostly, but he looks to make amends wherever he can, even if it's not always what he wants.
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jameson is left handed.
he's a good cook, having learned how to care for himself at an early age. he's very resourceful and likes to make a lot out of a little.
has befriended a stray cat in the neighborhood. he tried to bring it inside once and it nearly clawed it's way through his front door. so, now he leaves a window open for it to come and go as it pleases. he's named it joker, inspired by the steve miller band hit.
he's a fixer in various ways. in his career and in his life. if he sees someone that needs help, he doesn't hesitate to offer it. which is funny considering he's not a very trusting person toward others, but he wants others to trust him.
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likes: black coffee, classic rock, working with his hands, the moon, animals, and thunderstorms.
dislikes: airplanes, crowded spaces, loud noises.
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push and pull. they don't know what they're doing. they don't talk about it. when it's good, it's good. when it's bad, they aren't talking. maybe they think he focuses on work too much, maybe he thinks the same of them. maybe they see the darkness that clouds him. at the end of the day, they know one another better than most people know either of them.
professional ties. jameson could've interviewed them for a case, or maybe they're current or past colleagues. this is anyone that jameson has met on with the badge on. just a starting point, but their rapport could've developed into friendship or something negative.
neighbor(s). anyone in the croix townhouse area. bonus points if they know about his friendly neighborhood cat, joker. would even love to have someone who steps in and helps make sure joker's bowl is never empty on the days that he knows will stretch on later than usual.
enemy. can be one-sided, or maybe it's mutual. someone that jameson pissed off (during an investigation, or off the clock) and now every time they cross paths, it's a snarky shit show of petty commentary.
