Gaspard De Grasse

Gaspard De Grasse is a spy in the Department of Intelligence. He is written by SeaTurtle.

Appearance
Gaspard is basically your average teenager: tall, lanky and perpetually hungry. His wiry build underlines his preference for running away strategically seeking new vantage points in the field rather than actually fighting anything. He has his father’s brown eyes and black hair, his mother’s large ears, and the Narrative Laws of Comedy’s crooked nose (given to him when he accidentally ran full tilt into a “Stop” sign when he was eight).

PPC Career
Gaspard was recruited alongside his parents when the De Grasse family moved into Headquarters. He tried to join DoSAT when he was first given the choice of departments, but his application was turned down because he had too little knowledge of the fictional technologies that DoSAT worked with. He was accepted into the Department of Floaters soon after and began his internship there. Following a particularly traumatizing Bad Slash training mission, he applied for a transfer to the Department of Mary Sues hoping to get away from the squick. Unfortunately for him, the DMS was not a good fit either: his reluctance to kill a Sue during a mission with his mentor dashed his hopes of becoming an Assassin. When it came time to write the mission report, his supervisor recommended him for a job in the Department of Intelligence, where he has since completed his virtually nonexistent training and is currently stationed.

He is qualified to work in the Action branch of the DoI, something which he is very grateful for since it is one of the few things that can help alleviate the boredom of having to work eight hours a day in the Sorting Room. When on Action duty, he can be found in cubicle 5294, Stupidity Lane in the Cubicle Maze. When Gaspard is off-duty, he may be in his Response Centre trying to catch up on homework and sleep (sometimes at the same time).

He has some weapons training due to his time in DoF and DMS, but it is mostly restricted to “swing blunt/sharp object at target” and “let the powered armour do the aiming.” He is a passable shot with the C-14 Gauss Impaler rifle and feels confident that he can defend himself against anything about as dangerous as a stationary cardboard target.

Personality
Gaspard is a very polite individual, to the point of annoying his colleagues with his incessant “Sir” and “Ma’am”-ing. There’s nothing in the world he hates more than disorder, and his almost neurotic need for instructions or orders to act upon has led him to make contingency plans for a wide variety of situations both plausible and implausible. He is willing to admit he is paranoid, but will never admit he is insane. Never. Not even after talking about his plan to escape HQ should the cybernetic fluff monsters invade.

Despite facing off against several Sues during his brief stint in Action departments, he prefers to keep away from fights. His sense of self-preservation has a death grip on his behaviour, and he won’t fight unless he decides that the odds are stacked in his favour. Even then, he'd hide behind a teammate. Those attacks won’t block themselves, you know.

He is quite curious, voraciously devouring books and news articles alike, and is currently finishing his final year of high school by attending classes in the small school run by the Department of Operations. He hopes to attend a World One university after serving several years with the PPC and intends to major in physics. After graduation, Gaspard has decided that he will have another go at that DoSAT internship he wanted in the first place.

Intelligence Reports

 * "My Implausible Powers" - Where canons are turned into cats for no good reason.
 * "Gaspard in Aperture" - Trapped in a trollfic with nothing to do... except snark the living daylights out of the fic, of course.
 * "Thunder Run" - A trip to an otherwise idyllic verse goes horribly, horribly wrong.