Age: 29
Rank: Detective
Appearance: Mason has short, shaggy, dark brown hair and light blue eyes. His skin is lightly tanned and his sharp chin is dappled with stubble. He has a muscular body and is 6ft. He usually wears loose blue jeans, a V-neck t-shirt and a jacket.
Personality: In everyday life Mason is fairly laid back guy. He is fun to be around and likes to think of himself as a bit of a charmer. He's cheeky and also very open to those he trusts. Although, if you do mention something he doesn't want to talk about it's like talking to a brick wall. However, on a job he can be intense and focused. He is very perceptive and his charming nature makes it easy for him to win people’s hearts and helps a great deal in his job. He is very ambitious, he's determined to be a detective. He also loves the excitement a thrill of being a detective. He also likes to work at night. He's a very good liar, finding it easy to keep up a pretence.
Likes: His job, dogs, burgers, cars, running, evening.
Dislikes: Bethany, being humiliated, people without ambition, fire.
Brief History: He grew up in Indiana in a middle-class family, not rich but not poor. He did well in school and joined the police force as soon as he left. Mason’s ambitious nature made it easy for him to climb the first few ranks. When he was 25 he got engaged to his high school sweetheart, Bethany. Three weeks before he took the job in New York, they were supposed to get married. But, he woke up to a text from her saying she’d left to be with a rich man in Connecticut she’d met over the internet. The next day he was offered the New York job; he took it instantly as a distraction from his current situation and moved to New York.
Reason for volunteering for the undercover job, OR how you were forced into it: As a distraction from his current situation.
Post example: Mason reached into the wardrobe again and angrily pulled out a pile of t-shirts. He shoved them deep into the big black bin liner that was already almost stretched to breaking point from the sheer volume of clothes that had already been forced in there.
Reaching into the wardrobe again his fingers touched silk. He felt his whole body freeze as he drew out the skimpy black dress. In horror he felt his mind flashing back to the day he had asked Bethany to marry him. They had been out for dinner in one of the nicest restaurants in Indiana. She had been wearing this dress when he had got down on one knee and told her he wanted to be with her for the rest of his life. He remembered the feel of the silk against his bare arms as she'd flung her's around him in delight.
Mason felt his cheeks burn in humiliation as he remembered the moment. Violently he tore the dress into shreds and shoved it deep into the black bag. Clearly that was the final straw for the bag and it burst. All Bethany's clothes he'd thrown in there ready to go straight in the trash exploded over the floor of the apartment. Mason flung his fist against the wall angrily, a stream of expletives escaping his lips. It was at that moment the phone rung.
"What?!" he shouted down the line as he snatched up the phone.
"Mason," his boss' voice came through the speaker, "Is this a bad time? It's just, I've got a big job for you in New York that I think your going to like..."
