ADDICT

  /'ADIKT/ NOUN; A PERSON ( ONCE ) ADDICTED TO A PARTICULAR SUBSTANCE   javier del omo. 32. field agent for the circle.

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✉ → agent elm

Eleanora: nothing illegal.

Javier: That does not answer my question in the slightest and only makes me more concerned.

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✉ → Nell

Eleanora: i need to find something and i need your help. any borough. i'll go to jersey, idgaf.

Javier: Depends on the thing, honestly.

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samanthawarren‌:

She hummed a chuckled as a response. what doesn’t keep me up at night. his words were true even for her. some things she did for the circle kept her up at night but nothing like the night she shot Leo - that made her hands shake, made her startle in the middle of the night unable to catch her breath. “Oh is that what they say?” she drawled sarcastically. “I’ve just come to expect the other shoe dropping - like our last mission, thinking we made progress.” 

If there was one thing that Javier had learned during his shift from being a beat cop to an international espionage agent, it was that he should always expect the unexpected. Even when he was in the NYPD, he knew there was always time for another shoe to drop and in the Circle, it seemed they always did. So he hardly thought their troubles were over so soon--much like it seemed Samantha did. “Kind of sad, huh? Can’t just trust a win.” He shrugged, half heartedly. “But I guess that’s just the way it is sometimes. Or all the time for us.” 

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bluevnce‌:

         open starter;

The punching was already getting worn out. Loud thuds landed against rough fabric echoed throughout the gym. Roland’s vision had been filled in with white, and his hits were harder with each impact. The entrance behind him didn’t pull his focus away until he turned to remove the bag off its hook. “Congratulations, Agent —-” He started and hastily tossed the bag to the side. Roland made it look like it was a beach ball. “You’ve mastered the art of furtiveness. Did you need something?”

If there was one thing that Javier never expected might be part of a recovering addicts’ life, it was an excess of free time. Time he wasn’t spending drinking, partying, or doing anything that might tempt him to be drinking or partying or whatever. And the time went slowly. Every second of it, whether occupied by activity or not. So hobbies were important for an addict, Javier mused, which was what brought him to the open gym at the Circle’s HQ in the first place. “Didn’t mean to hover, sorry. Just trying to get a workout in. If that’s okay with you, Commander.” 

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samanthawarren‌:

“Oh I’ve already gathered that much.” she teased sitting in the spot her gestured to. “At least have some of my water you look parched.” she handed her water bottle over as she made herself more comfortable. “So - what exactly has been keeping you up at night?” 

Javier chuckled. He was a mess, he knew, but Samantha’s comment, albeit he knew she was joking, made him wonder just how much of a mess he looked. He supposed falling asleep in a steam room didn’t help his image any. “What doesn’t keep me up at night?” He joked, although there was some truth behind his words. Moles, his field work, his addiction...There were a million things keeping him up at night, but none of them he wanted to talk about in a steam room at work. “They say life’s a bitch for a reason, right?” 

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samanthawarren‌:

with her towel wrapped tightly around her body sam tapped her toe impatiently. “how did you manage to fall asleep here? I think you should get checked out for narcolepsy jav.” she teased. 

javier chucked, tightening his own towel around his waist while eyeing the woman at the other side of the room. “something is fundamentally wrong with me, sam,” he quipped back in good humor, extending his arm ever so slightly so he could gesture her to sit. “feel free. can’t hog all the steam.” 

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basic information

full name: javier hernando del omo nicknames/aliases: javi, agent elm age: thirty two birthday: july 31, 1986 gender/preferred pronouns: cismale, he/him

physical attributes

race/ethnicity: mexican, german, english, scottish, swedish nationality: american height: 6′1″ weight: 63 kg eye color: hazel hair color: dark brown skin color: tanned dominant hand: right anomalies: javi has this tattoo on his back, towards his right shoulder. he also has this tattoo and the words estados unidos mexicanos tattooed over his left fist and this tattoo on his left forearm. 

lifestyle statistics

home address: born/raised: brooklyn, new york, usa previously resided: n/a vehicle: javier doesn’t drive and never has. he grew up in new york city and has never lived anywhere else, so he values the public transportation system and makes good use of it.  allergies: n/a alcohol use: recovered alcoholic, so...not really. drug use: no. pets: javi will always consider his mom’s ancient retired police dogs, butch and reginald, as his as well but javi does have a seven year old alaskan malamute named miska and a three year old doberman named diablo. they look scary, he knows, but he swears they’re super friendly.  languages spoken: spanish, english social media: facebook

family background

mother: camila del omo father: unknown siblings: n/a children: n/a spouse: n/a notable family members: just butch and reginald!

criminal background

misdemeanors: n/a felonies: n/a tickets/other violations: n/a

security questions:

favorite location: coney island, brooklyn, ny favorite movie: die hard (1988) favorite food dish: his mom’s pozole favorite color: green favorite song: born to be wild // steppenwolf favorite quote:  “when we are children we seldom think of the future. this innocence leaves us free to enjoy ourselves as few adults can. the day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind.” - patrick rothfuss

character information

mbti: isfj (the nurturer)  western zodiac: leo chinese zodiac: tiger hogwarts house: gryffindor temperment: a tie between sanguine and melancholic  enneagram: 6 (the loyalist)

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brimstonestardust‌:

“simply ask, my darling,” dominique cooed back in response, handing him a glass before he could request a beverage again. javier was someone she crossed paths with on occasion, and every time they interacted, dom typically enjoyed herself. “there is no better occasion to drink than after a victory with close friends, am i not correct?” she said, the jumbled mess of words half on account of english being a second language, and partly because of the bitter brown liquid in her own glass. 

javier accepted the glass with a tight grin, watching the liquid swirl in the cup as he twisted his wrists, rather than taking a drink. although he felt the familiar itch to take a swig (or more) when he held anything alcoholic in his hand, he fought it behind a forced smile. it was easier than having to explain to his fellow agents that he had a debilitating problem that he’d only nearly recovered from. “i’d say you’re correct, dom. but aren’t you always?” he asked with a friendly hint of teasing to take his mind off the drink in his grasp. 

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javier woke up with a start, disgruntled and disappointed to see that he’d fallen asleep in the unisex steam room that was on the third floor of the circle’s hq. it seemed excessive for an espionage agency to have a whole spa on premises, but he wasn’t complaining--holistic health and all that. surely that was important too, with all the dangerous work they did on the daily. he was more so disappointed a moment after, when he realized he was no longer alone in the room, as he’d been when he dozed off. “my bad--good thing we’re in hq, huh? i’ve really got to stop falling asleep in public places.” 

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agent-persephone‌:

Her pride wanted to protest his note, but the mission was far too important to risk over something so trivial, and she’d take a blow to her ego occasionally, as long as Javi was the one delivering it. Besides, perhaps she had been a little too cold.

Her and Javi’s ‘relationship’- or truly their lack thereof- had been going on for a number of years now, however odd it was to think of. Somehow they weren’t tired of each other yet. She finished her drink in a smooth motion, placing it on a passing waiter’s tray. “Maybe you out to dance with me then. Purely to throw off suspicion.”

“Maybe I should,” Javier joked as he wrung his arm around her waist a little tighter, already moving to drag her towards the dance floor. It was hard for him to make himself look comfortable in such a posh setting and he noted constantly just how easy it was for Roksana to put on an air of elegance in and out of the field. But he was interested in the fellow field agent not for her ice cold heiress facade, but for the warm, interesting, and intelligent, woman he knew was underneath it. 

“Purely to throw off suspicion,” he continued, spinning her around to take better form, his arm moving back to lay his hand on her waist, the other coming up to tangle his fingers with hers. “You look beautiful tonight, by the way, Miss Bashir.”

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brimstonestardust‌:

“salud!” dominique toasted, raising a glass in the middle of a few other agents that had gathered in the bullpen at hq to celebrate their win at the kuznetsov gala over whiskey found in the bottom drawer of a junior agent’s desk. “we toast for good fortune, and–and to celebrate protecting the circle.” seeking out the agent currently passing the bottle, she held her empty glass out for a refill. when it was full, she turned to a familiar face at her side. “have you not found a drink of your own? we are celebrating.”

“i wasn’t aware everyone was drinking because of the occasion,” javier commented back. the mission they’d all just been on had been a close scrape, but the genesis member in front of him was right--there was some reason to celebrate. they’d retrieved the leaked intel and taken out the kuznetsov family, after all. “what’s a guy gotta do to get a glass, then?” 

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agent-persephone‌:

A hand on her waist touched her and Roksana tensed, spinning with deadly intent before she recognized the familiar smell of pine and vaguely old fashioned cologne that always seemed to put her in mind of something rustic and forest like. A rare smile attempted to show but she tamped it down somewhat, mindful of the mission they were on. “Don’t you know it’s a bad idea to sneak up on a paranoid espionage agent?” She demanded. 

Javi offered only a soft chuckle as a response at first, winding his arm around her waist in an effort to look like a mingling politician sharing a bit of PDA with his fitness instructor or event planner wife. “It’s a bad idea to do a lot of things, querida. But taking chances is what life is all about isn’t it?” He asked, faux cryptically. When he continued, his voice had dropped a couple levels in volume, projecting now as a hushed whisper. “You were starting to look too stony standing alone, Roksana. Couple guys by the door were giving you a look.” 

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ofaconitum‌:

brigitte excused herself from some random gentleman - well, an older gentleman who had been quite disgusting - and made her way to a couch for a bit of a break. “this party is so exhausting. how do people attend these things regularly?” 

javier shook his head in response to the other’s words as she approached, lips twitching upwards with a chuckle. “dunno. never understood it.” being from bed-stuy, the fanciest shindigs he’d ever attended included the policeman’s ball and nothing more. “you doing okay? nothin’ like getting groped at a gala, right?”

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( cismale / he/him ) ;; agent [ javier del omo ] better known as [ agent elm ] is a [ 32 ] year old [ field agent ] from [ brooklyn, new york, usa ]. they’ve been with the circle for [ seven years ] and it’s noted on file that they’re often mistaken for [ ryan guzman ]. the three songs they use to unwind are [ what’s the use?/mac miller, love & hate/michael kiwanuka & glitter & gold/barns courtney ]. if asked, people might associate them with [ bodega runs at two in the morning, a reusable cup that sees a lot of coffee, combat boots on a stoop, the heavy smell of pine ].

Hey, all! I’m Alison, coming at ya with this wholesome angel but also big ol’ mess, Javier “Javi” del Omo. I’m too lazy to write a whole bio, so you’re gonna get stats. Check ‘em out and like this intro if you wanna plot!

Javi grew up in Brooklyn (Bed-Stuy, specifically) with only his mother, as his parents divorced when he was two and his father never reentered his life after. His mom, Camila, is still an NYPD cop and the reason why he got into protection and intelligence work in the first place. 

He’s been a pretty good student all his life. Not straight A’s, but he never got anything lower than a C. Home schooled until he was supposed to go into high school, entering public education at fourteen was both a refreshing change and a little bit terrifying. His mom didn’t love it, but it’d been hard enough to home school him in elementary school and junior high around her crazy hours, so Javier was forced to step out of his comfort zone and join other students at a high school in Brooklyn. 

After high school, he didn’t enter college, but went straight to the police academy instead. He passed through the academy with ease, but there was a sense of longing he felt when seeing his friends from high school attend local and out of state colleges while he followed their experiences without being able to relate. So he made an effort to be one of the guys as much as he could whilst his friends were attending keggers and he was working as a rookie cop. After being home schooled for so long, Javier’s fear of missing out had him pushing his limits to keep up with everyone around him. He worked long hours, forced himself to attend frat parties at Columbia and NYU, and still made time for his mom and the two dogs that had been part of their family since he was a kid. 

When he was 21, he hit his limit. A long night of partying put him in the hospital with a severe enough case of alcohol poisoning that he was comatose for three days. His mother was furious and the NYPD put him on an unpaid suspension for a month to attend an AA group within the precinct. The hospital bill only added to his stresses, but the experience was enough to sober him for good. He threw himself into all of his AA meetings, totally immersing himself in rehabilitation. Back at the NYPD, he dedicated himself to his job and did what he could through the precinct to give back to the community he grew up in. Going a step further, with stronger morals and the determination to make something more of his life, Javi reached out to Habitat for Humanity and other local charitable organizations to see how he could get involved. 

His efforts as a humanitarian and his experience at the NYPD (as well as his extracurricular martial arts and boxing training) brought the Circle to him when he was 25 and with the promise that he’d be tasked with protecting the world rather than just NYC, he signed up immediately. The extra money he’d be making at the Circle, compared to his NYPD pay was inciting too, honestly.

Javier loves being a field agent and loves doing good work for the nation and the world in the place he grew up. Camila doesn’t like the work, but she enjoys being able to see Javier on a regular basis. 

He’s a cool dude. Super nice. A little bit of a sadboi. Over all, 10/10. I love him and I hope you will too. 

[santiagonex]

Ryan Guzman in ‘9-1-1’