Martin Riggs [FINISHED]

[MARTIN RIGGS]

``MARTIN RIGGS~

[/font]
[/center]

yo, phips here.
i came here from a place
and i joined because i'm so awesome
i've circled the sun 14 times
about 1 of them have been spent roleplaying
i have 4 other characters:
Dean Winchester, Sirius Black, the Ninth Doctor, Brandon Davis
rules? of course I've read the rules; here's proof: sticks of glowing proportions

birth name~ Martin Riggs
nicknames~ Riggs, Ace, multiple derogative names and general curse words
age && date of birth~ 35, October 16 1950 (given the fact the movies are set in the 80s...)
gender~ Male
species~ Human
sexuality~ Straight
occupation~ LAPD Homicide (Ex Narcs, Ex Special Forces)
face claim~ Mel Gibson
fandom~ Lethal Weapon
canon / original~ Canon

hair color~ Brown
eye color~ Blue
height~ 5'11
weight~ 145
distinctive features~ Typically he's got a bit of an unkept, shady look. His mullet is probably a bit out of its time and there aren't many guys on the street carrying around an army equipped 9' mm Baretta.
general appearance~

Partially because of his previous undercover jobs and partially because he just doesn't give two shits about having a professional appearance, Riggs tends to look more like a guy that comes to the station in cuffs than one that's got a badge (a miscomunication numerous cops can testify on). He's typically seen in worn out jeans and leather, or with a baseball cap that pushes down his otherwise completely unruly hair.

His overall demeanor is on the shady side. He's small in stature and both very quick and very stealthy; a guy that can spring up behind you one moment and then be in front of you before you've fully blinked. Roger seems to like the point out that he's too thin, which isn't a false statement, but isn't overly noticable because the weight he has is lean and toned.

It's typically easy to tell how far along he and Roger are in a case simply by looking at Riggs' physical state. When they're freash, the cop bounds around like a child,unable to remain still and with a mischevious twinkle in his electric eyes. As they begin to put the peices together this energy is lost to a serious and determined stature hardened by years in the miliatary.

That never quite goes away till the end, but as the cases get legnthy theres a considerable amount of both age and impatiance in his face. Usually some form of inury is common. The more personal ones, the longer ones, things end with Riggs all but crashing in the end, usually after some stupid escapade or the next. He has countless scars littered all over his body, the majority being bullet wounds with the most notable being a series of slashes on his back, pattern far to intricate to be made in any way but completely intentional torture.

likes~

[/color]

The second half to Riggs and Murtaugh; Martin's more conseravative, even-tempered partner. The way he sees it, Roger was the one guy on the force that didn't deserve to get stuck with him, but the only one that would stick with him. Which says that clearly the guy's got an incredible amount of patience. In his time with LAPD, Roger is the only partner Riggs has managed to keep for over a year. He also knows that for some strange reason the older man actally likes having him around (not that Roger will ever openly admit to it).

02. THE MURTAUGHS~

Most of the time people that have lost everything hate to be reminded of what they could have had, but Riggs has taken to opposite approach and really lives out his family life through the Murtaughs. Trish is the first one to have shown him a completely open maternal side. There's something eerily pleasent about being in that house with Rianne, Nick, and Carrie. It can't really be put into words.

03. SAM~

Only the most amazing dog to ever exist. Really; he comprehends telivision, likes TV diners, and can run through the sand like an olympic gold medalist. Riggs found Sam being tortured by some dock workers and "because the dog said so" he beat the shit out of said men. The dog decided to follow him home despite his arguement that he's an asshole and it should find somewhere else to go. And since then he and Sam have been through everything and anything.

04. SLAPSTICK COMEDY~

Riggs has learned as much from the Three Stooges as he has from his military training. Real TV is depressing, so he watches this stuff. He frequents incoorperating physical comedy into his fighting, giving him an even greater edge than what he already has due to skill. That and it's fucking hilarious.

05. WHEN THE GOOD GUYS WIN~

Well what right minded good guy wouldn't like that?.. Other than maybe the one that isn't that right minded or all that good? Nope, he digs it too. Being a cop is Riggs' life; it's all he can do, all he wants to. And so the bad guys better hope he doesn't loose, cause that's when their asses are in trouble.

[/ul]
dislikes~

[/color]

Roger likes neat crimes; there ones where everything fits together, and all you've really got to do it find the link and book the crooks and everyone wins. Riggs likes his cases all over the place; he likes being challenged and having to work to get thos assholes. He always gets 'em anyway, so he might as well make thins a little interesting for himself.

02. DOCTOR WOODS~

Well, one; she's a psychiatrist. Two; she's repeatedly tried to have him removed from the force. She might not be such a bad woman on her own, but she misses the big picture. In fact, she misses the little ones too. Actually, she's relaly just looking at everything upside-down, grayscaled, and pixalized to the point it might as well be Cambodian. Or is there a languafge more confusing than that? If there is, go with that one.

03. INTERNAL AFFAIRS~

Basically, they're a whole group of Dr. Woodses, only they think they're even more high and mighty because they have private offices and therefor don't actually do any real work, ever. They also have folders telling them everything about everyone and it's definitely less than appreciated; cause who the fuck want's a bunch of pricky cops knowing everything about them?

04. RULES AND RESTRICTIONS~

They just make things hard, harder than they need to be. Dos and don'ts are common sense and they depend on the situation. Even when they're set in stone people get around them. And if they can, why shouldn't he? Riggs has never followed the rules, and he probably never will. That said, all they really do is make Murphy get pissed at him and have to clean up messes. Since Murphy knows he'd gonna have to clean up the mess anyway, he might as well just revok the rules. Then everyones life would be simpler. Like I said at first.

05. FOREIGN ASSHOLES~

American assholes are annoying, but really, it's always the foreigners that put up a substantial heist. If they're here it obviously means they have either status, money, or connections, and those just spell out "let's go on a wild ass chase".

[/ul]
habits~

[/color]

Approxamately 80 percent of the people Riggs meets he kills. (And then ten percent someone else kills.) Of course, most of them deserve it. But Roger likes to point out the fact that shooting people in the leg or something would make life easer for him, and just about everyone else. Although.. that guy he shot in the leg as an example.. he picked up a gun and Riggs killed him too. He's just a bit too paranoid about those things. And his reflexes outweight common sense.

02. PISSING PEOPLE OFF~

Well really, Riggs is a son of a bitch. He's loud, crude... Most of the time, the bad guys just have a lot to make fun of. And them there's Murphy; he does't take much to piss off. and Leo; Leo Getz would be the king of annoying, and Riggs makes his life hell too. It's a good past time.

03. RECKLESS DANGER~

Most good guys are altruistic. They care about other peoples lives more than their own. Or maybe they just don't care about their lives. Riggs had always been one for adreniline rushes, but greif and anger over Vicky's death caused him to do dangerous things not for just the hell of it, not for the greater good, but because he really wanted someone to kill him. Even with those thoughts less and less, he puts himself and those around him in danger on a very regular basis.

04. MAKING THINGS PERSONAL~

A lot of times, they just happen to turn out that way. Stupid traitors from their side, assholes he's booked before in all his years. Sometimes things just are personal. But when they aren't, they end up that way. Riggs puts 120 percent into everything, and good as that may sound, most of the time the results are hazardous.

05. RUNNING~

Frankly, Riggs has a lot of quirk like habits. Certain looks he gets and things he does that if you've known him, you know what they mean. He's got his bad habits too. Drinking, smoking, pills. Running is sort of in the middle of all of that. Predictab;e and addictive. He used to be a runner, he's big in high speed pursuits. Really, it's just one of the few things that feels outright incredible.

[/ul]
strengths~

[/color]

Well he doesn't do that shit anymore, but some things are just embedded in your mind once you've done 'em. Besides being a skilled fighter, Riggs can kill in over a hundred ways without leaving a trace that it was him. He's apt at numerous nonvoilent death methods as well as means of stealth and elaborate war tactic.

02. WEAPONS/HAND TO HAND FIGHTING~

Rog wasn't exactly kidding about him being registered as a lethal weapon. Though primarily trained as a sniper in the war, all members of the project were required at have extensive training in martial arts and firearms. Riggs' personal preferance fighting style is a combination between jiu-jitsu, judo, boxing, and muay thai. He can smoothely handle both machine guns and assult rifles, though he doesn't have much a need for them anymore. During his service as a sniper he killed a man from 1000 yards away in high wind; a shot maybe eight others could have made in the world.

03. REMEMBERING ASSHOLES~

Yet another lovely trait learned int he war. Every asshole has a unique brand of stupidity. If you think you can get a way with crossing him twice, you've got another things comming. Riggs doesn't let things go. Once you've gotten yourself on his shit list, you're unconsciously being tabbed, and at some point or other it will matter to you. He usually can figure out his enemies and if he can't, well I wouldn't hold your breath.

04. ENDURANCE/ENERGY~

Riggs' stamiona as akin to a five year old that downed a bag of sugar... twenty four hours a day (And when he's in a good enough mood he acts like one). He's capable of mentally blocking out any pain or phsyical limitations he should have and performing feats that are impressive to say the least.

05. ANIMALS~

For some reason or other, they love him. Riggs has always had this really strange connection with dogs. He's booked baddies based solely on managing to get their pets on his side. He likes to think he can talk to them, and well, we know that's not true, but he deffinilty has some wacked up way of becoming their friends.

[/ul]
weaknesses~

[/color]

Riggs gives about as much regard for the things he learned in the Acadamy as he does the 'no smoking' sign in his Captain's office. To quote him on the matter:"I don't give a shit!" He's finds the most unconventional ways to go about the simplest things and really, unless you're him, what he's doing makes no sense most of the time. He wouldn't call it a weakness since it gets the job done, but LAPD lost their insurace plan because of him sooo...yeah.

02. WOMEN~

It's actually not that he has a weakness for them. It's more like.. well... if you're a woman that's romantically involced with him, you've probably just cut your life span in half. Or maybe even more. Riggs has had two serious relaitionships, one a marrige, and both women were brutally murdered. He's rather unwilling to say that the third time's the charm. You should be too.

03. BOMBS~

Of all the military and police skills Riggs has, he's never grasped the conscept of properly dealing with bombs.. and yet he always tries. (Because the bomb squad is slow and waiting for them is under no circumstance the proper way to deal with things (unless Roger's life is threatened)) These attempts usually end in "ennie meanie minie moe" in regards to snipping colorful wires and then.. well, the building blowing up faster than it already would have.

04. MENTAL.. STUFF~

Doesn't really matter what you want to call it or what you want to blame for it; Riggs is pretty fucked up in the head. If you're like Roger, by this point you've learned to take pulling people off nine story buildings and keeping a daily death count with a grain of salt. If you're not, them maybe you'd find this bahavior a bit odd. Riggs is conscious enough of the things he does to give a shit, but then again, its a strange kind of conscious when you empty and entire magasine on a guy you offed ten minutes ago. He looses himself in the fights and it's best not to even try pulling him out of it.

05. NORMAL PEOPLE SKILLS~

He can shoot a guy point blank when he's standing so far away you can't even see him, but Riggs is the type to burn water and loose his car keys. General orginization, domestic skills, the ability to teach others- all things that are completely foreign to him. How he pulled of basic survival in a home before basically moving in with Roger's family is questionable. Probably best left unanswered.

[/ul]
goals~ Nothing long term really. He's sort of take what you get on the spot esque.
secrets~ He's scared to death of dying because despite going on and on about being with Vicky agin he actually doesn't believe there's any sort of afterlife
overall personality~

Riggs' personality isn't really easy to peice together, because most of it was shoved up everyone's (including his own) brains by others. To start in a very simple, but at the same time rather concept shattering way- he's not crazy. Not in the way that he's expected to be anyway. Though clearly agressive, depressed, ready to die, and willing to take anyone down with him that gets in his way, a whole shit load of his manic exterior is a happy act gone seven ways crazy wrong. His actions are reckless, unpredictable, and unorthadox to say the least- but he has reasons for them. If you're on the receiving end of his bullet, well 19 out of 20 times you can bet your ass you deserved what you had coming. So yeah, he's got his issues- but he's not a psychopathic lunatic. Case closed.

The real problem with Riggs is that he's gone so far in one direction, he's dug himself into a hundred mile shit hole that he can't even tell which way is up in anymore. And so the only thing he can do is keep on digging until he hits rock bottom (which isn't exactly a long way to go). He's your perfect definition of a cop who's on the edge. He does everything that they condemn the bad guys for, but since he's a good guy there ain't nobody making a fuss.

Half LAPDS code of conduct he breaks by nature, and the other half he takes the extra mile to go wrong on. He does take a strand of joy out of harassing the people around him and being a cheeky asshole. He'd be an absolute charmer if it wasn't for that fact that hes avoiding relationships of all sorta like the plague. Roger's been the only one who's been able to really make something almost human with him. And that's led to a dependancy thats prevented the old guy's retirement for how many years now?

Still, with Roger the jokes are usually real, and not for the benifit of some awkwardly... real but also not so real appearance. If you're not Roger, the chances are that the person you're dealing with comes off at cold and intimidating. Whether its with moves so risky you cant think he's anything other than insane or cold calculations that remind you he actually spent a year getting paid to kill, he's honestly not someone people try to make friends with.

He's not real secret about his past. He tries to keep blase, lighthearted. It weighs on him, but that's not something you ever need to know. Killing Vordeseptember (I forget his name?) has on one had fulfilled him, but on another hand opened terrifying doors. He takes to sympathy about as well as he takes to idleness, both things he can't really work around. If there isn't trouble to be fixed there's trouble to be made. That's probably a good place to end it.

home town~ Los Angeles, California
current residence~ A trailer along the Pacific Coast Highway that's set a new meaning to the word dump after Rudd's men decided to have an airial target practice sescion with it.
parents~ Yeah, he had them. Doesn't everyone?
siblings~ N/A
pets~ Sam
family~ he had a wife, Victoria... she's dead
history~

There's a running rumor at the Department --more of a joke really- that Riggs was either mass produced as some military weapon or an assasin from birth or- well, it really doesn't matter. The point is, he didn't grow up like the rest of them. And depending what you think of having a prostitute and a military commander as parents- there might be some truth in the gag after all. The fifties were a time people knew nothing about radiation or STDS, let alone the fact that drinking whiskey while giving birth may have been a bit (or a whole lot of) stupid. Today it doesn't take a genuius to figure out why certain people are desitned to be fuck ups. Back them it was only Dr. Woods- and we all know she's a big ol' crack job herself.

In 1965 the U.S. government began sending militiary units to Vietnam. Riggs was fifteen that year and freashly dropped out of school. With a coming birthday he knew there was nothing special keeping him off the draft tabs. Rather than sitting around waiting for the dreadful letter like everyone else -everyone that didn't get married, thrown in jail, or ran off the Canada, that is- Riggs willingly enrolled in the U.S. Militarty. Stratigically, it was probably one of the smartest things he'd ever done. In marking himself apart from the average American Joe he had already became an elite- either an idiot with good intentions or someone that actually knew what he was doing. Both were refreshing cases for generals growing exasperated with with twenty-one year old hippies. he was easily the later.

Riggs had learned that he could hold his own years before. He'd lived in a backwater town where a big mouth coudl get you killed- and if that was the case Riggs' mouth may have been a big black hole to hell. He knew from experiance how to use someone's stregnths agaisnt them. He had three or so years of running track on his side. Early into training he learned he had a crack shot. it was considerably before his peers that he was deported to the jungles of Vietnam. He was a floor man, sneaky as the civillians that shot at them from behidn the trees. He held up the left flank of his batallion from day one to the end; that being when they were bombed in their tents. Enough people died; enough they couldn't count them. Enough they were so blown to bits they couldn't get a count if they tried. That considered, Riggs has gotten off easy. Shrapnel wounds and a concussion. He was backseat driver when they were carted off towards some base for medical attention.

Half the crowd that survived was killed when the hummer was ambushed by Vietnamese soldiers. Riggs could tell you fondly how he grabbed the wheel and rolled their car over quite a few of the bastards. But there really wasn't much fond to say after that. Some time in the fight he was ganged up on and thrown to the ground. They stepped on his shoulder, something he remembers only because it was the first of many times he'd have that disk slipped out with such precision. It was also the only time someone other than him would pop it back in.

He was two weeks in the makeshift hospital when he got the notice he'd be flying back to the states. Though he'd healed considerably his mental state had done some deterioration; the pretty nurses would skahe their heads, talk about how they all lost it out here. He supposed it was the first time all the death had really hit him, but he was prepared to fight tooth and nail not to be pulled from service. It came as a complete surprise when he found out that he wasn't being pulled from the army for civillion life, but rather he'd been recruited into the Special Forces by the CIA. That was the kind of offer you couldn't turn down if you wanted to, but Riggs had been eager to get back out on the feild. too eager.

They never once used the word 'assasination' in training, but it seemed to float around the group of "elitists" as they practiced their sniper shots in the middle of the Arizona desert. They were taken care of better than they were in the Army; new weapons and good foods. Olympic games worthy fitness training, and then days in classrooms, studying the faces of Communist officials. It was a small group that got smaller as time went on. And when someone was gone, you learned quickly that you couldn't ask questions. To the public, every member of the Pheonix Project was dead; nonexistant; wiped of the map for good. To the other members, they weren't gone, but it was anyone's best guess as to where they were.

Riggs' time in Laos isn't something he talks about. Not because they told him not to (evemn though they did that), but because there isn't much to say. He captured, tortured, and killed in cold blood. And the sick thing was the amount of praise he got for it. Never a medal, because he didn't exist, but it was made know to him that he was a war hero. And despite the fact that he feels remorse for a lot of things he did back them, he doesn't doubt he was doing the right thing. The Project was closed before the war officially ended. it was leaked to the pubic and the Viets and Americans alike werent happy. In fact, there were numerous assasination attempts on the assassins. Back home was full of "end the war" liberals, none to happy to see these "monsters" from the government walking among them. But after more than five years of angry Vietnamese with guns, hippies with rocks were a welcoming present. And somehow in all this mess, Riggs managed to meet Vicky.

They had a simple wedding, unplanned enough that it would have been considered eloping had they actually had someone to run from. That kind of love didn't usually last but they'd both alwyas been good at being exceptions. As the hype of protestors died down they rented up a small apartment in LA and Riggs got a job working for the police. He bounced in and out of positions, finally getting carted to the acadamy to learn the basics of protocol (clearly a skill they remains lost on him). He ended up in a fist fight with his first partner (which translates to 'Riggs beat him up') after the man mentioned his unconventional and often unnessisary means of sleath and marksmanship, incinuating his actions in the war like a joke. In all fairness, the man had a valid point. Riggs didn't know how to even pretend he felt safe- but saying that to his face had been a stupid idea.

Finally, the department put him in Narcotics, the only place his rugged demeanor and trigger happy fingers could blend in. Honestly, to this day, he can't call Captain Murphy an idiot. Small, concentrated- not streets full of potential threats. Just a room full of people that would kill him if he slipped up. Riggs was Ace under pressure. Murphy needed a good card. They did what the CIA did and erased him again, threw him in with the drug smugglers. He was as good an under cover cop as they get and he memories the names and faces; hell, even the druggie info as well as he'd done with Communists. For a long time things worked. And then there was Vorstedt.

Riggs had been real close to a real big bust, the stakes for him and most of the depertment resting on a few days left of work. Of course, what they didn't know was that the information they were closing in one was for something bigger than they imagined. Vorstedt needed to throw the cops off their track, and the best way to do that was by murdering their finest. It had been nine in the evening when he pushed Riggs' car off the side of the cliff. Maybe five minutes later he walked down to the mess to find that Vicky had been driving. A date Riggs had missed pulling extra hours at the job, Vicky had decided to drive home from the restaurant alone. She didn't die right away, apparently. She writhed in Vorstedt's arms while he tried to make the whole thing look like an accident. It hadn't been the distraction he wanted, but it had been the next best thing.

He was taken off the force; he pulled himself from all normal activities actually. For nearly a month he shut himself in and obsessed over everything that was Vicky's. LAPD labled him a psychotic breakdown but he'd been to drunk during the evaluation to remember why. He just knew they said he couldn't come back, and that had been enough. He needed to get back so he could get the son of a bitch. And after the things he did to that man, well they'd be welcome to fire him all over again.

More than a year passed before they handed him his badge, much to the dissaproval of Doctor Woods who made it clear she deemed Riggs a threat to hismelf and everyone around him. He'd made a rountine of shoving his gun in his mouth every morning, daring himself to do it, and he'd killed the first guy he was supposed to bust two days back on the job. I guess what I'm getting at is that Woodsy isnt' all that dumb.. but you didn't hear it from me.

After Internal Affairs pegged him for escessive use of voilence Murphy transfered him to homicide, something he wasn't particularrly happy about. His first day however, well that put the closest thing he could get to a smile on his face. He was sitting on someone's desk, in all his long hair, leather jacket, ripped jeans, baseball capped glory. He pulled his gun out to clean it and this old guy practically jumped him. This old guy, he found out after he'd taken him to the ground easily, was his new partner. And if a killer working for homicide wasn't enough irony, well this pair just outdid the iriony of irony (pretend there's a good example here).

Neither of them liked it, but you took what you could get. In this case, it was a fifty year old family man that took Riggs' cigarettes and didn’t let him drive the car. The first case they had was a man that was about to jump off a building. After discovering he was the most (semI)qualified for the job, Riggs climbed up after him, handcuffed him to himself, and to sum it all up, ended up jumping first. Roger bitchfitted for a few hours -- in the mans defence it had been his birthday-- but he couldn't debate the fact that that had worked. They guy was shitting in his pants and he'd never ever try killing himself again.

They were put on the investigation of the murder of Amanda Hunsaker, a wealthy stripper that 'jumped off a building' minutes after being poisoned. Which of course makes about as much sense as.. (you know what, again, pretend on the examples. It's not my day). As they neared success in investigation (it was another stripper; who'd have guessed?), Murtaugh's daughter Rianne was kidnapped, and the Shadow Company attempted to kill Riggs because he (and he always does have) had past association with them. Let's back track. Their leader was in the Special Forces with him. Roger agreed to trade himself for Rianne in the desert, with Riggs hiding at a distance to make sniper shots and, hopefully, get them all out alive. It was a well set plan, but they were outnumbered and caught. (Alright, so it wasn't very thought through. Murtaugh got shot in the shoulder, Rianne screamed and drove a car full of dead bodies in circles. Yeah, alright, it wasn't that thought out.)

Pan into a dark and gross looking warehouse. Riggs was tortured with the lovely combination of a water stream and shock therapy but after argueing with Joshua (baddie of the week) he managed to break out and rescue the Murtaughs. (Aka. Rambo all over the room full of bad guy's hench men) He chased one of the few gang members that they didn’t kill down the street, but the foot verses car effort did prove ineffective. (Shocker.) Knowing Joshua would again come after Roger’s family, they evacuated them and set up a trap. Riggs challenged him to a one on one duel outside the house which he narrowly won (but a win's a win), after locking Joshua in a chokehold while he was being drowned in a puddle and handing him to the stationed cops that Roger had prevented from intervening. (Eh, you had to be there). Somehow Joshua broke from their grasps and pulled a gun (nobody knows how that happened.... Six cops and a guy with a broken neck and.. you know, whatever), but Roger and Riggs simultaneously took him down.

He spent Christmas at the freshly rebuilt Murtaugh house that year, and as an afterthought, handed Roger the bullet he’d planned on using to kill himself. It was a sort of gesture of 'well, maybe you'll have a little less shit to put up with tomorow'. Of course, that tomorow he destroyed Roger and Trish's new car because "it would defnitely fit" between the rims of the freeway and the car in the lane right next to said rims. Maybe Riggs wasn’t jumping off buildings for the hell of it, and he’d even been given the pleasure of driving every now and then, but their day’s certainly hadn’t grown any more normal. That supposed stop and pull car chase turned into a South African terrorist heist. Once again Roger’s family was threatened, and on instructions to lay low while the LAPD searched for more about the trunk full of krugerrands, Rog and Riggs we’re ‘demoted’ as Riggs would call it, to witness protection. They were introduced to the ever loud, ever short, ever annoying Leo Getz. Only moments after meeting the man he was nearly assassinated, leading Riggs to tackle him out of a five story window into a swimming pool. He 'accidentally' broke Leo's nose for it.

They leared that Leo was a witness in the same drug and money heist they’d been investigation previously (Told you! Connections), and Riggs chased after the assassin, jumping on the back of his moving truck and causing an accident that killed three people with a surf board. The LAPD received a tip on the South African Embassy, a man name Rudd, but he only taunted them with his diplomatic immunity. Riggs took a personal joy in harassing the man, making Three Stooges cracks, and shooting his fishtank... as well as sleeping with his secretary Rika. While they were… doing this, Rudd’s men attacked Rigg’s trailer, and the two (and Sam!) are forced to run through a field of armed helicopters to escape. (You know, after running on the roof and trying to shoot down the helicopters which hadn't exactly worked)

After taking Rika home, Riggs was knocked out by one of Rudd’s men, Vorstedt. (Survive an airial raid and fall to a peice of wood? Says something about a guy'spriorities) He confessed to having murdered Rigg’s wife, and then beats up Riggs, puts him in a straight jacket, and tosses him in the river to drown. He gets out by dislocating his shoulder, but then finds that Rika is in the water as well, already dead. He called Roger to tell him what happened, (Well, okay, more or less to make no sense as he was overtaken by grief and anger and more bad plans), and decided that for a night, he wasn't going to be a cop (scary news considering the few rules he actualyl follows when he is a cop). He singlehandedly collapsed Rudd’s stilt mansion before Roger or Leo were able stop him, and then he ran to the dock, stowing away in the cargo ship that happened to have millions of dollars of drug money and weapons. Riggs drove a car through one side of it, spilling the trillions of billions into the ocean, and then he began taking out men along with Roger.

Vorstedt and him engaged in a fight on the lower deck, where Riggs was stabbed and otherwise beat up, but used Vorstedt's knife to wound him in a far more fatal way. Narroly avoiding being shot (it wasa delayed fatal reaction), he dropped the upper level, all thousand pounds of it, onto Vorstedt's dying body. It was a completely fulfilling experiance. Personal mission accomplished, he completely missed Rudd and Murtaugh above. He was shot three times by the former mentioned, and nearly died in the amount of time it took LAPD to finally show up. But no one wanted to hear him complain. Apparently destroying a house, boat, twelve people with embacy granted diplomatic immunity, and drowning billions of dollars was enough to piss IA off all over again and suspend him even after his recovery period. Fan-fucking-tastic.

rp sample~

Glancing back into the alley, it was easy to tell the bomb hadn’t done nearly as much damage as it should have. There was a chance it had something to do with the body Riggs threw on it, but it might have just been a dud. That’s what you got with this made in China, made in Germany, made wherever the hell these bastards were from crap. For one of the most presumably well protected nations in the world, they’re security had a lot of cracks. And he didn’t get out a lot. Didn’t even want to imagine what those big northern states had to deal with. New York and DC. Oh if he ever got transfered down there, heh. Contrary to what the bad guys seemed to believe, the natives of this lovely corrupted country caused plenty enough problems for themselves. Everyone else could just take their shit back to where they came from and let someone else deal with it. A smarted strategic move, really, because once he was involved he wasn’t letting any of these people see the light of day again.

Of course, he was the farthest from bitching about his job. Oh no. If he didn’t want to protect his country he’d never have joined the army, never have accepted the offer to join the Phoenix Project. If he didn’t god damn love and believe in what he was doing he wouldn’t have spent three years killing in cold blood. He’d done all the wrong things for all the right reasons time and time again, and it never got better. It only got more personal. Taking away the only people he cared about, and the last people- person that had ever deserved to die. She hadn’t been a cop, hadn’t pissed anyone off. He’d loved her, and that had been the only thing linking her to that murder. They’d told him about that, right when everything started. But he’d been a no one then. He hadn’t had a thing to loose if they caught his name and hunted him down. But of course, it wasn't even the big bad assholes in the end. It was some racist drug smuggling assholes. As if they were any different. it was his fault either way- he couldn't give it up. Couldn't quit while he was high. Needed to get on Narcs and get in deep. That was him. He needed to loose to get his head together.

The war had messed him up, sure as hell it had. The things he did, things that was done to him, things he heard or witnessed. To how many people, bad people, but people, had he been the Vorstedt to? That African son of a bitch that killed Vicky. He’d killed people. Had he made their loved ones have psychotic breakdowns? Well shit, he’d never know. And it was probably for the better he didn’t. It wasn’t until last week he’d even have cared. Once they reinstated him, small time, with another partner. He was actually, for his standards, getting okay. Doing the job, getting a few hours at night, not wishing he could kill himself as well as he could a ship full of terrorists. And then in one night, one little- one irrelevant little car chase, it was all back again. And even now that he knew those men were burning in wherever the dead went to burn, if anything it was all worse. And it wasn’t gong to get any better.

He wasn’t sure if it was the one who’d taken a shot at him from the window or not, but a figured clicked a trigger on the roof and he spun around and shot without hesitance, the silence returning once the body hit the ground with a thud. He was going to go in the building and make sure there were no more. Maybe find someone that knew half decent English too so they could try and plead their case and he could listen with half an ear before either ending him or offering the station one living witness. That’d be really good for him, statistically speaking. One in twenty something or so. When a voice yelled at him he drew his gun up again. Woman- that was new, but she was speaking the same mumbo jumbo as the lot of bastards he’d just taken out, and he wasn’t a sexist when it came to these people. You couldn’t be.

He got a quick glimpse at her when she shot at the roof and another two fell. Well, either she was twisted enough to kill her own guys and get on his good side, she wasn’t on their side, or this was one group of bad guys verses another group of bad guys and he’d made himself very climactically known for screwing it up. He did nothing as she tossed the smoke grenade and covered the distance between them –it wasn’t like he hadn’t seen her coming- and then pointed her gun at him. Bad move Red, bad bad move. That, that was assaulting a police officer. And that was assaulting one that was more than willing to make you pay more than bailout. His gun was already aimed at her, and he wasn’t dropping it any time before she did.

“Martin Riggs, LAPD. And I suggest you get that gun out of my face before a blow a hole between your eyes.” He was pretty sure she was trying to give him some message with the gun, a warning. Maybe that would have worked on someone that had the ability to give a fuck. She must have mistaken him with someone who would have had a serious problem with her killing him. He could shoot her, she could shoot him, they could do it the other way around where he shot first- exactly how he was comfortable. And either way you looked at it they both went down and that was more than perfectly fine by him. People getting within ten feet of him had a death sentence. If she had any sense of self preservation she’d do the decent thing and drop the gun. And if she didn’t, he already had enough important things to loose sleep over. “While you’re at it, you’ve better have a really good reason to be here right now, because you’ve got bombs, guns, foreign friends dropping like flies, and that hair's not getting you any special treatment.”

[/size][/blockquote]

[~ ADMIN]

Be sure to fill out the Who Plays Who
and Taken Characters lists!