NAMEEmmaline EMAILEmmaline.Westlund@gmail.com AIM/MSN/YAHOOweirdemma04 (aim) eaten_alive_by_your_lies@hotmail.com (msn) DOB 10/14/1988 TIMEZONE Central
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CHARACTER NAME Gilbert Arthur Grissom CHARACTER PB (Include an image of the actor/person 'portraying' your character.) William Petersen. AFFILIATION Clark County Crime Lab JOB TITLE Graveyard Shift Supervisor BRIEF BIO A 52 year old Forensic Entomologist, Gil Grissom is a pretty basic loner-type. He funded his first body farm by playing poker in college. His mother was deaf, which is how he learned sign language. Full bio available in my profile! STRENGTHS Working with dead people, bugs, making puns and other wordplay WEAKNESSES Socializing, understanding people's emotions SAMPLE POST (250 words or more, please) Gil took his pet tarantula out of its cage and let it crawl across his desk while he worked on the paperwork concerning the most recent cases he'd assigned his team. It had been a long night, and he was feeling it. He reached over to his little radio and turned on some classical music, which startled his tarantula. "Hey, calm down," he murmured, petting it's back softly. More than once while doing that dreaded paperwork he'd considered kicking off early. Halfway through the stack, he fell asleep on his desk, only to be awoken by a shriek out in the hallway. "Oh no," he muttered, "tarantula." He got up and swiftly went to pick up his pet, who'd startled a suspect in some case. 'Note to self,' he thought, 'cover up the crack at the bottom of the door next time I let the tarantula out.' Grissom gently set it back in its cage, picked up his coat, and shut off the light to his office. He walked at a brisk pace out to his car and got in. Starting the engine, he checked the time. It was nearly 9:30 AM. 'No wonder I'm so tired," he thought, 'time to go home, have a beer, and go to bed.' Unfortunately for Gil, on his way home he witnessed a car crash. Being the good civil servant he was, he got out and decided to help. 'Guess that beer will have to wait,' he thought, miserably, as he headed over with the first aid kit he kept in his trunk.