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Character Name: Tim "Speed" Speedle
Series / Movie: CSI: Miami
Age: 34 at the time of death, 40 presently
From when: From Lost Son [Ep 301]
Personality: [At least two or three paragraphs, please, including information detailing what act would be considered most out of character for them.]
A sarcastic and cavalier man, Speedle tends to brush off things most would find disturbing and disgusting like it's part of his day. He may be a little on the caustic side but he'll try to quietly get along. Tim tends to use dark humor to diffuse a situation and will try to hide his emotions as best as he can. To anyone who knows him, Speed is cold and reserved but it's just his walls up and behind them is a good friend with a quick mouth.
He's not made of steel and can freeze up when the subject of his death arises. He'd rather not think he had been worm food for the last six years and suddenly stuck in 1950s. Secretly, he was a fan of science-fiction, but outwardly he's more of a motorcycle man. He does try to find out as much as he could on Peaksville and if there are any New York or Miami natives, he'll be more sociable with.
The one thing he won't do, whether it be in his past life or not, is run away. He could never abandon his team on a time of danger or peace and he won't start doing it now. Being on Horatio's team helped him develop a strong bond with his coworkers, covering for and aiding each other in whatever they could.
History:
Tim Speedle was a Trace and Impressions expert with the Miami-Dade Crime Lab from Jamaica, Queens. His father owned a small chain of restaurants so there was no real need for money and Tim could pursue an early interest in biology. He had been recommended to Horatio Caine by Jesse Cardoza who transferred to the LAPD at the time and returned in 2010 for a brief stint. Lt. Megan Donner took a particular liking to Speed, making him a sort-of understudy in the lab and forming a bond between them. He was there during the shoot-out that killed his supervisor's husband in 2002 and Horatio's promotion to Lieutenant so he, along with Calleigh Duquesne and Eric Delko, had been the original CSI team for the cosmopolitan city.
Aside from his poor gun and equipment maintenance, Speedle is thorough in his endeavors and won't stop until the job is done. During a night of clubbing on the town, Speed and Delko were caught in a devastating and deadly fire when the nightclub bouncer set the building alight in a twisted effort to be a hero. Speedle was instrumental in saving lives when he noticed an emergency-exit door ajar, and he guided many victims to safety. Despite the trauma of the blaze, he insisted on working the scene with the rest of his team. He rides his bike to work, and claims that he's happy with that rather than a standard automobile.
Despite his skill as a CSI, Speedle was habitually neglectful of gun maintenance as it became the reason for his untimely death in 2004. During a kidnapping and murder case, he is working on a crime scene along with Horatio when he sees people who did not belong there in an official capacity. Going up around them, he confronts them; but due to his poor sidearm maintenance his gun does not work. The killers take advantage of this and kill him while he tries to make it work. Horatio returns fire, managing to shoot and kill one of the gunmen and chasing the others off.
Once they have gone, he immediately turns his attention to his friend and uses a handkerchief to wipe the blood seeping from Speed's mouth, uttering "Keep breathing, Speed," in an effort to try and keep his friend from letting go. Unfortunately, Speed cannot hold on, and dies in Horatio's arms. Horatio leans his head down to Speed's chest in an effort to listen for a heartbeat, but there is none. Horatio rights himself, and we can see Speed's blood on the side of his face, and the raw emotion in Caine's eyes as he realizes his friend is dead.
The effects of the death have lasted through the years. Three years after Speedle's death during a credit-card murder case, his memory is still tender in the hearts and minds of his colleagues. They leave his locker and effects intact, intriguing those who came after his demise, like Ryan Wolfe and Natalia Boa Vista.
Abilities / Powers: Other than the revival, Speedle's just an ordinary guy. As a CSI in Horatio's team and anyone in the Miami-Dade PD, he got firearms training and situation control so he won't be losing his cool often.
Sample Journal Entry: [First person. At least ten well-constructed sentences.]
Okay, this is definitely NOT Heaven; there'd be a whole less people and more Victoria's Secret angels running about. What? A man can dream. I don't get the tape thing but to each their own. And honestly, I'd rather not die again; getting shot in the heart is painful and is not something I'd enjoy experiencing again.
I might just be hallucinating but I think I saw Randall from Clerks running around along with the Phantom of the Opera. This is a dream, it has to be...wait no, underwear angel rule again. Shit, this is so not happening; suddenly I don't mind going back into the lab and working on floaters.
Sample RP: [Third person. At least two paragraphs.]
The town was desolate at best, nothing like Miami and there was distinct vibe that something was terribly wrong. Only in history books and places that refused to age looked like the place Tim was in; something out of freaking Leave it to Beaver. Holding the tape envelope in his hand, Speedle wasn't one to leave things unquestioned. This so-called Mr. West had told him that his life had been a show and his death planned from the start...that was utter bullshit.He could still vividly remember Horatio telling him to keep breathing before everything went dark and cold. No way was that scripted or planned. Being brought back from the dead was just icing on the cake.
Sitting on the grass at the Town Center, Tim couldn't help do like a cat and get curious about it all. If he was such a great character, why did he get killed off? How was H? Delko? Cal? He smirked at the thought: he really hoped his replacement didn't blow up the lab. That shit was expensive. Fiddling with the badge that had been buried with him, Speed wandered about life after death. Was this it? By default, it wasn't Heaven, he remembered feeling warm for a long time before waking up to Mr. West. But then it wasn't hell either. "By process of elimination, this is Purgatory."
Additional Notes: None at the moment!
AIM / IM / E-mail: swatpenguin345
Other characters: Greg House house_onthehill
Character Name: Tim "Speed" Speedle
Series / Movie: CSI: Miami
Age: 34 at the time of death, 40 presently
From when: From Lost Son [Ep 301]
Personality: [At least two or three paragraphs, please, including information detailing what act would be considered most out of character for them.]
A sarcastic and cavalier man, Speedle tends to brush off things most would find disturbing and disgusting like it's part of his day. He may be a little on the caustic side but he'll try to quietly get along. Tim tends to use dark humor to diffuse a situation and will try to hide his emotions as best as he can. To anyone who knows him, Speed is cold and reserved but it's just his walls up and behind them is a good friend with a quick mouth.
He's not made of steel and can freeze up when the subject of his death arises. He'd rather not think he had been worm food for the last six years and suddenly stuck in 1950s. Secretly, he was a fan of science-fiction, but outwardly he's more of a motorcycle man. He does try to find out as much as he could on Peaksville and if there are any New York or Miami natives, he'll be more sociable with.
The one thing he won't do, whether it be in his past life or not, is run away. He could never abandon his team on a time of danger or peace and he won't start doing it now. Being on Horatio's team helped him develop a strong bond with his coworkers, covering for and aiding each other in whatever they could.
History:
Tim Speedle was a Trace and Impressions expert with the Miami-Dade Crime Lab from Jamaica, Queens. His father owned a small chain of restaurants so there was no real need for money and Tim could pursue an early interest in biology. He had been recommended to Horatio Caine by Jesse Cardoza who transferred to the LAPD at the time and returned in 2010 for a brief stint. Lt. Megan Donner took a particular liking to Speed, making him a sort-of understudy in the lab and forming a bond between them. He was there during the shoot-out that killed his supervisor's husband in 2002 and Horatio's promotion to Lieutenant so he, along with Calleigh Duquesne and Eric Delko, had been the original CSI team for the cosmopolitan city.
Aside from his poor gun and equipment maintenance, Speedle is thorough in his endeavors and won't stop until the job is done. During a night of clubbing on the town, Speed and Delko were caught in a devastating and deadly fire when the nightclub bouncer set the building alight in a twisted effort to be a hero. Speedle was instrumental in saving lives when he noticed an emergency-exit door ajar, and he guided many victims to safety. Despite the trauma of the blaze, he insisted on working the scene with the rest of his team. He rides his bike to work, and claims that he's happy with that rather than a standard automobile.
Despite his skill as a CSI, Speedle was habitually neglectful of gun maintenance as it became the reason for his untimely death in 2004. During a kidnapping and murder case, he is working on a crime scene along with Horatio when he sees people who did not belong there in an official capacity. Going up around them, he confronts them; but due to his poor sidearm maintenance his gun does not work. The killers take advantage of this and kill him while he tries to make it work. Horatio returns fire, managing to shoot and kill one of the gunmen and chasing the others off.
Once they have gone, he immediately turns his attention to his friend and uses a handkerchief to wipe the blood seeping from Speed's mouth, uttering "Keep breathing, Speed," in an effort to try and keep his friend from letting go. Unfortunately, Speed cannot hold on, and dies in Horatio's arms. Horatio leans his head down to Speed's chest in an effort to listen for a heartbeat, but there is none. Horatio rights himself, and we can see Speed's blood on the side of his face, and the raw emotion in Caine's eyes as he realizes his friend is dead.
The effects of the death have lasted through the years. Three years after Speedle's death during a credit-card murder case, his memory is still tender in the hearts and minds of his colleagues. They leave his locker and effects intact, intriguing those who came after his demise, like Ryan Wolfe and Natalia Boa Vista.
Abilities / Powers: Other than the revival, Speedle's just an ordinary guy. As a CSI in Horatio's team and anyone in the Miami-Dade PD, he got firearms training and situation control so he won't be losing his cool often.
Sample Journal Entry: [First person. At least ten well-constructed sentences.]
Okay, this is definitely NOT Heaven; there'd be a whole less people and more Victoria's Secret angels running about. What? A man can dream. I don't get the tape thing but to each their own. And honestly, I'd rather not die again; getting shot in the heart is painful and is not something I'd enjoy experiencing again.
I might just be hallucinating but I think I saw Randall from Clerks running around along with the Phantom of the Opera. This is a dream, it has to be...wait no, underwear angel rule again. Shit, this is so not happening; suddenly I don't mind going back into the lab and working on floaters.
Sample RP: [Third person. At least two paragraphs.]
The town was desolate at best, nothing like Miami and there was distinct vibe that something was terribly wrong. Only in history books and places that refused to age looked like the place Tim was in; something out of freaking Leave it to Beaver. Holding the tape envelope in his hand, Speedle wasn't one to leave things unquestioned. This so-called Mr. West had told him that his life had been a show and his death planned from the start...that was utter bullshit.He could still vividly remember Horatio telling him to keep breathing before everything went dark and cold. No way was that scripted or planned. Being brought back from the dead was just icing on the cake.
Sitting on the grass at the Town Center, Tim couldn't help do like a cat and get curious about it all. If he was such a great character, why did he get killed off? How was H? Delko? Cal? He smirked at the thought: he really hoped his replacement didn't blow up the lab. That shit was expensive. Fiddling with the badge that had been buried with him, Speed wandered about life after death. Was this it? By default, it wasn't Heaven, he remembered feeling warm for a long time before waking up to Mr. West. But then it wasn't hell either. "By process of elimination, this is Purgatory."
Additional Notes: None at the moment!