Alan Vice

**Alan Vice** is a character role-played by DatedRhyme.

## About Alan

Alan "AL" Vice was born and raised in Lochaber, Scotland, his father was a wood smith so Alan spent his younger years out in the forest and surrounded by nature. Passionate about photography he desired to document it all. Often his dad taking him to his workshop and letting him go wandering in the forest with his camera taking photos of trees and nature.

Alan excelled at school with a passion for biology and chemistry. For his education Alan's father moved to Glasgow to help him go to college and later university graduating as one of the top of his class that year.

## "An taigh-òsta Bald"

While studying at university Alan picked up a job working at a pub called “An taigh-òsta Bald” It was known for being a blue pub. Many firefighters, hospital staff, and officers would come in. Alan was used to serving a pint taking the money, going to put it in the till and before he knew it they were running out to a call or issue.

The back room was a snooker room that the officers would often play and hang around in knowing it was a safe room to speak.

One evening when serving pints Alan got chatting and heard about a job listing that was coming up in the crime lab. He applied and waited to hear back the weeks went on and nothing was ever mentioned in the pub, over a game of pool in the back with some officers one evening, they were all having a laugh and a chat, at closing time, once Alan had finished bottling up and locking up an officer took out a badge and shook his hand, he’d had his formal interview in the pub.

Alan would join the force as a forensic assistant, his first few scenes were rocky. While he'd seen plenty of pigs and cattle, his first human was different. Over the years becoming desensitized yet still a little uneasy, Later Alan would go on the document some of the worse scenes at the time and towards the end of a gang war dubbed “The Fisherman War”

He'd stay at the pub working evenings more out of enjoyment than a job. Occasionally an officer would knock on the back window and yell something along the lines of “Alan grab your bag, you've been summoned” he'd pick up his dufflebag from under the counter and throw the keys to someone to keep an eye on the place never knowing what he'd be heading into.

Occasionally he returned to his high school to give guest lectures and lessons for students. He enjoyed giving practical demonstrations and knew that's how he was captivated and in turn the way to inspire others.

## London and the first trip stateside

Alan would later transfer to London and spent a period down there on crime scenes in a similar role working his way up to one of the leads, his love for paperwork sometimes was enjoyed by his fellow officers and higher-ups. Turning blank walls into spider maps of what’s who’s and where's. When an order of red cotton and pins came into the station they knew Alan had something boiling over.

Cleaners would often find him there until the early hours of the morning processing or writing reports and on more than one occasion were spooked to find him still walking around the lab at 6am when they came to clean and expected no one around.

On a joint learning project between the UK and US Police Force, Alan would head out to US with a team to give talks and show how they’d analyse crime scenes back home, taking notes and techniques of how the other side worked picking up some skills and likewise teaching skills in the field to his American counterparts. One evening he would take a number of the team both British and US to an English pub for what he called a “social drink” A number of times the American teams had boasted about being able to out-drink the British and were dumbfounded when Alan and his team were still drinking till 4 am playing snooker at a nice pace while a number of the Americans had bowed at at this point. The following morning at breakfast a number of those Americans had been berated for either not attending or being late to the meal, meanwhile, Alan and his boys were sat giggling into their hash browns and fried egg sandwiches.

Alan enjoyed the States and while it was warmer than he liked, he enjoyed the energy and people. a few times he had considered on the trip to move out here, same role, same projects, new environment one thing that came up over and over was the gang shootings and street wars, something he knew all too well being back home.

Alan returned to London and every once in a while received postcards from various labs in the states they had met up with on the training session, reminding him every time that he was welcome to come join them out there if he fancied it.

His office had become slightly decorated with badges, warrant cards and patches from labs in the states.

## Moving stateside and joining San Andreas Crime Lab,

Eventually, Alan came around to it and after getting permission from his managers, he began the application forms for applying to transfer out to San Andreas Crime Lab, he’d have to take a pay cut and start from the ground up. However, these felt like small details in probably the biggest adventure he could ever go on.

After transferring to the US he moved into a flat and went about applying for the crime lab, his initial application was accepted and had to go for a formal interview at the Sandy Shores Sheriffs’ Office while waiting at the counter another gent stood there, from behind the counter appeared Sheriff Micheal and Carter Lewis and asked “lets start with the chap on the left” In Alan's unease he started to speak and when corrected by the other gent, he wanted the ground to open below him as he cringed.

A short while later he was called into the office and had a sit-down interview he talked about his interests and life and then was thanked and sent on his way. The following days were truly gruelling waiting for what was next. After a number of days Alan received an email notifying him he had been accepted and to confirm times and dates for his training.

Alan headed up to the station where he was met by Carter, and a number of BCSOs for training, they had prepared a mock crime scene for Alan to work his way through and get to grips with how stuff was collected and managed stateside.

from time to time he would often work with the DOC running evidence collections up to SSSO becoming friends with a number of the team that would see him.

To make an effort to become known within the LEO’s he would attend briefings and introduce himself, a few would joke he looked like Dylan Presto and often he would joke with them.

*”Afternoon Afternoon everyone, my name is Alan Vice, a few of you might have seen me around the station, I’m a forensic Assistant with the San Andreas Crime Lab. I thought I’d pop in and say hello and introduce myself before you wonder who this is ginger prick walking into my crime scene.”*

Alan would receive a warm welcome from a number of the team, often with a smile and a wave when he was seen around the station and at briefings.

## Forensic Specialist

While in training, Alan got a call over the radio from Jeff Kregdale requesting him to head up to a homicide. He headed to the station to collect the van and went straight away to the scene. Meeting Micheal Hunter, there was a slight feeling of unease as he walked around the scene taking photos. While he’d seen many scenes, the first one in a while always catches you off guard.

Alan would continue his training and while in a workshop learning how to document cars with Carter, they had the call to head down to a burnt-out bank truck.  By the time they’d both got there, it had gone missing but gave Alan the rush of heading to a scene.

Once they returned back to the station Carter and Alan went over all his work and he was signed off as a Forensic Specialist meaning he could go out on his own to scenes and work on projects.