Character Name: Christopher Wallace Age: 59 Public Occupation: County Coroner Languages: English, Latin, Greek
Appearance
Height: 5'5" Weight: 165lbs Build: Pudgy Eyes: Blue Hair: Grey/Balding Skin Tone: Sickly Pale Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Male branding on his left ring finger that is hidden by his class ring from college Personal Style: Whatever his housekeeper has managed to get back from the cleaners or isn't too messed up from his floor. Typically old Englishman dress.
Psychology
Jovial * Corrupt * Jokster * No Conscience
Sexuality: Heterosexual Relationship Status: Divorced Personality: This man is a walking gag real, clumsy and awkward at his best but he gets the job done; some though may wonder how he hasn't cut his own arm off with a bone saw by now. But don't let that fool you, he is cold and calculating; always looking out for himself and what can work in his favor.
He is no hero, a wimp in the trusted form and he will do everything he can to make sure he and himself are safe. Screw the rest of the world. It is better to be at the right hand of the devil than in his path. Habits: Smacking his gums, talking too loud
Cards On The Table
General World Skills:
Critical Thinking
Perceptive
Biology
Forensics
Analysis
Combat Skills:
Seriously, none
Important Holdings: Other than basic clothing - things of interest for them. Villa in France, corporations, drug fields, etc.
The Basics A family of morticians, he grew up smelling embalming fluid. Moving to Justice after he graduated Indiana University he got a job as an intern for the local coroners office. After years and a few connections made he ran for County Coroner and has held the position for the last 20 years. He gets re-elected each time for some odd reason.
Extras
Character Quote: Inconceivable! Theme Song: I've Got A Lovely Bunch Of Coconuts Anything Else: ~Already in previous Cs's~
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Character Name: Amy Leon Chang Age: 36 Public Occupation: Dean Of Medicine - Justice Memorial Languages: English, Chinese, Latin
Appearance
Height: 5'6" Weight: 135lbs Build: Average Eyes: Dark Brown Hair: Black Skin Tone: Fair skin with yellow undertones Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears are pierced, other than that nothing. Personal Style: Are scrubs considered a style? That and gym shoes is pretty much all that Amy wears since she is at work most hours of the day. When she isn't she is still pretty much a jeans and t-shirts type of woman, comfort over fashion any day of the week. She can get dolled up as it were but will need help from a friend, she really doesn't work girly well. Hell she doesn't even speak "girl."
Psychology
Intelligent * Bossy * Driven * Tactless
Sexuality: Heterosexual Relationship Status: Single Personality: An ambitious and competitive person, Amy is a bit of a force to deal with whether she is wound up or not. Always on her toes and quick to retort or act. She goes with her gut feeling and relies on her instincts. She tends to try to suppress her humanity in order to achieve perfection but struggles with it and at times can finally break down. She has been called heartless from time to time but in fact she just cares in ways she cannot express. Through it all though she is one to count on when the chips are down and never gives up, even after someone has given up on themselves.
Habits: Rolling her eyes, pursing her lips when she is angry
Cards On The Table
General World Skills:
Medical Training/Surgery
Cooking
Hospital Politics
Local Bars
Earthquake Survival (Thanks San Fran)
Combat Skills:
Stamina
High Pain Threshold
Fast Pitch Softball
Running
Driving
Possessions:
Clothing - Scrubs, lab coat, soft ball in the pocket
Wallet with Ids and Medical Creds
Keys
Emergency Medical Kit
Thermose Of Coffee
Cellphone
Pager
Bag with Change of clothing
House in the Diamond District
Necklace with the sign of Venus hanging from it
History
The Basics: Amy was born and grew up in San Fran, within eye shot of the Golden Gate Bridge. Eldest daughter of an immigrated family from China she grew up in Chinatown, often working in her parents restaurant after school as she got older. Life really wasn't bad, other than having two parents that were more driven than she was and pushed her harder than she pushed herself. Which is saying something considering the level of perfection she seeks in herself on a daily basis.
It was no surprise when she graduated top of her class and got a full ride to medical school. In fact, it would have been a shock if she hadn't and lord knows how bad her parents would have ridden her if she hadn't. Med school was a welcome change to dishing out crappy egg rolls and she fell in love with it. During her residency she had a rotation with the hospitals Heart Surgeon Guru. The first time she heard a chest crack open it reminded her of cracking a lobster shell and she was in love.
A few years later she was in her zone and working up the chain of command quickly but she had to get out of San Fran. A few calls, a couple of resumes and interviews and she was packing her bags to jaunt off to bigger and better things, or so she thought.
Extras
Character Quote: Bitch I will cut you! Theme Song: I Will Survive - Gloria Gaynor Anything Else: ~Provided in previous Cs's~
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Name: Johnathon Illiam Keystone Aliases: Keystone (goes by surname primarily), Stone (The), The Cook, Brute Age: 32 Birthday: May 1st Ethnicity: Angle, and/or Saxon, with a touch of Celt and Scandinavian (WHITE GUY) Birth Place: London, U.K. Residence: Chicago Heights, Apt. 1265 - Justice, California Gender: Male Major/Minor: N/A Occupation: Agent (Special Operations), Machete Security Solutions, London Branch Languages: English, Mandarin
Appearance
Height: 6'5" Weight: 265 Build: Mesomorphic, Powerful Eyes: Steel Grey Hair: Brown, short Skin Tone: Caucasian, Weathered Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Extensive scarring about his face and body, none particularly disfiguring. Most from combat, some from torture. Personal Style: Has a preference toward dark, neutrally colored functional attire. Cargo pants, button down shirts or long sleeve henleys, and tactical boots. When working openly, prefers a long ballistic watchcoat.
Sexuality: Hetero. Otherwise not picky. Relationship Status: Technically single, but has regular "involvements". Personality: The consummate Taurean Male, Keystone is prone to acts of both great kindness and great insensitivity. He is stubborn, possessive, and loud, but at the same time kind, protective, and driven. Has a habit of swearing, loud and often, in a manner that is both descriptive and eclectic. Keystone is not a subtle man, generally.
He can be described as ambitious, even single-minded in the pursuit of his personal goals. Luckily, these goals usually fit in line with the task at hand. Getting him to change his mind about something generally takes a feat of will. Despite his larger size and extensive background with fisticuffs, Keystone is open to discussion of opinions/ideas contrary to his own without becoming threatening.
Habits: Popping knuckles/joints, picking teeth with his nails. Hobbies: Cooking, Home Gardening, Exercise/Forms Practice. Keystone has a penchant for recording new recipes and culinary techniques, and is presently recording his personal thesis on close quarter combat.
Fears:
Voices in his head (there is a bit of history there)
Returning to his former station in life
Seeing more people he cares about die
Likes:
Reading
Writing
Food
Spirits
Unarmed Combat
Cooking
Dislikes:
Aristocracy (generally)
Overbearing Clergymen
Getting Slapped In The Face By the Fairer Sex (though it comes with the territory of being HIM)
The color Pink
Mimes
Action Movies (gets enough of that crap at work)
Cards On The Table
General World Skills:
Body Conditioning
Intimidation
Culinary, advanced
Security Procedures
Athletics
Leadership
Combat Skills:
Boxing
Subduing Combat
Xiaolin Techniques
Pistols
Stamina
What Is On Your Person:
Clothing - Riveted cargo pants, grey henley (worn with sleeves pushed above the elbows), black and grey compression shirt, tooled leather fingerless gloves, and high topped black combat boots.
Business is business, and Keystone's business had him in London, very near his old stomping grounds. While in the middle of applying well deserved violence, he received a pressing phone call. Orders delivered by his Director, originating from El Jefe himself, had him in (ugh) California as soon as he was physically able. It was not his preferred venue, granted, but he was personally selected to work with The Man himself. High praise and potentially very interesting work brings Keystone to the city.
Life Before You Moved In:
Born Johnathon Keystone, our protagonist spent his early years pursuing an unwanted education in the School of Hard Knocks. Born to a poor family with an absent father, Keystone did whatever was needed to take care of his mother, the one point of warmth in an otherwise chilly existence. She made sure he kept in school and first taught him to cook. Through her, Keystone learned how to take care of himself.
Even as a child, he was tall and broad, and quick-witted if not exceptionally learned. Subtlety and tact took a backseat, as did matters of etiquette. He is polite in his own way, but growing up in a slum surrounded by others trying to survive day to day stunted his social growth quite a bit. What friends he had generally referred to him by his last name (a practice he continued into adulthood), or sometimes “Big Angry Guy”. Everyone knew who they meant. Sometimes they’d just point. Effect remained the same; people got nervous and twitchy.
A break in his life came when, upon nearing adulthood, Johnathon joined an underground boxing organization. Bareknuckle and oftentimes illegal, there were few rules and fewer that were actually enforced. It was a fine time for him - learning from many different types of combatants, then beating a lot of them silly. The money was okay. When there wasn’t a fight lined up, he made a modest but regular base income bouncing at taverns. When he wasn’t doing either, he trained. Hard.
Until he figured out his next career move, he had to go back to what he knew best. His mother had sadly passed away, but the money he kept sending her (almost all of his earnings) allowed her to finalize the purchase of the building in which they had lived. No prize and in need of repair; still it was his to inherit. He still had to eat, however, and the only really marketable skill he had was cracking skulls. He quickly settled into a life of muscle work, mostly tavern bouncing and underground brawling. It was work without a foreseeable future, despite the name he was establishing for himself.
One day, Keystone made the decision to do something about his circumstances. He had enough money saved up to begin traveling, and otherwise worked his way across the U.K. to continue his studies, later Hong Kong and mainland China. While in Asia, he learned primarily from Xiaolin masters, often trading hard labor for harder training. This "Labor" often took the form of the proper application of his talents to solve local problems, as only an outsider could. The more issues he took care of, the more techniques he learned. (of course, sometimes they just wanted a huge guy to help plow fields or move heavy objects)
He developed a reputation in both China and the U.K. More time passed, and his notoriety attracted the attention of Machete Security Solutions, who frankly didn't give a rat's ass about his lack of formal education. Keystone agreed to a long term contract with the Company, provided they had more they could teach him. While he was already an excellent combatant, he knew little of actual security protocol, nor how to tie his skills into a lucrative, lifelong career. This is what they promised.
Keystone has been serving the company in his old stomping grounds of London, U.K. His reputation has grown considerably since then, especially the part about unregulated excessive force. He has proven to be a very effective security agent, if prone to bouts of extreme violence.
Life Since You Moved In:
Keystone has not moved in, at the time of this bio. When he does, he has plans involving a shower, a drink of good whisky, and something substantial to consume. Perhaps a French omelette and some smoked fish.
Extras
Caricature done of Keystone in Lyon, France during a spring festival, before he initiated a riot by punching out five mimes and an organ grinder.
Character Quote: “If you can’t do something smart, do something right.” “Bacon can cover for many social indelicacies.” “That’s right attractive there, y’Grace. About made me splat my undergarments.” "Don’t matter which god you pray to, nor how much blood you’ve got on you. Got a job needs doing.” “You’re causin’ a disturbance, sir. I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to sod off.”
Prefers to use the Iron Fist method as his primary unarmed technique, though he is familiar with many others.
His advanced culinary abilities stem from his youth. His mother taught him the homestyle method and industry basics. Though he doesn’t know it, he is constantly improving this skill as he comes in contact with more cultures and ideas. Keystone is the equal of most any professional culinarian.
Keystone is aware of the identity of his father. During an incident in a pub, he hammered the older man's head concave on the edge of the bar after he crammed a knife into Keystone's side.
Possibly his darkest secret - Keystone has a crush on Adele Adkins. Yes, really.
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💛 Cecily Ashworth 💛 "I like 'er. Nice girl. Gave me a scare that one mornin', but I really 'ope it works out for 'er."
Cecily and Keystone's relationship is loosely defined by one evening when he was assigned to bodyguard her before a plane ride to Mexico. They stayed up late eating Italian food and binge watching iZombie, and both passed out on the couch. Keystone had fun with the woman and has no intention of taking it past that point, though he wouldn't mind another late night TV & eats session.
🙇/💕 Caesar Gonzalez 💕/🙇 "He's El Jefe. Apparently, something like a Father-In-Law, too."
Caesar brought him to Justice. Prior to that, Alicia trained him in security protocol and gave him purpose in the London branch of MSS. He didn't know it, but Alicia also gave him a son. He's still tight with Caesar and there is still trust, no doubt about it. In some ways their relationship is closer. In others, there are complications.
🌓 Riley Ridgeway 🌓 "Well, she ain't Adele Adkins. An' if she ain't Adele Adkins, I don't give a rat's arse."
Knows of her, would recognize her on sight, but as he said he's really more of an Adele guy.
🎆 Jonathan Keystone 🎆 "Upright bloody citizen, that one. I'm gonna roast him a pheasant an' get him banjaxed."
He's overtly a fan of himself. Deep down though, he has some reservations about what might happen if he loses control of his potentially damaging temper. He has worked very hard to keep from being a slave to it.
Priya Khurana "That's a pretty name. Um, who now?"
Name: Chloe Madison Ridgeway Aliases: Tuesday, Inmate 51434-499, College, Red, Riley's Nerdy Twin Age: 28 Birthday: September 29th Ethnicity: White Birth Place: Grimm, Indiana Apartment Number: Imperial Apartments 4C Gender: Female Major/Minor: Pre-Med Occupation: Drug Smuggler -- Gets product in and out of prisons Languages: English, Spanish
Appearance
Height: 5'4 Weight: 150 pounds Build: Thin and narrow, sticklike Eyes: Pale blue green Hair: Ginger Skin Tone: Pale Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Behind her right ear, she has a diamond tattoo. On her left wrist, she has a bracelet style tattoo. On her left ankle, she has an infinity-heart tattoo. She has three piercings on each ear. Personal Style: After having to wear a prison uniform for two years, Tuesday is incredibly happy to have her normal wardrobe back. She tends to dress business casual, enjoying being able to actually look like a person. To her, this means slacks and a nice blouse, potentially a blazer, and a decent jacket. Nice shoes are good to come by, but converse make more sense to her, in terms of comfort.
Psychology
Humorous * Susceptible * Witty * Vulnerable
Sexuality: Homosexual Relationship Status: Single Personality: Tuesday has become a lot more blunt and carefree than she was in high school. She's developed a bit of a "give 'em hell" attitude, constantly cracking jokes and being defiant in general. She's also obsessive, something that once helped her achieve straight As, but now is causing her to become more and more susceptible to drugs. Addiction comes easy to her. Of course, that doesn't mean she isn't witty and clever--she's incredibly smart, but she doesn't always use her brains for the best purpose now.
She's also incredibly sensitive, needing to please people. This caused her drive to do what her parents wished, becoming the perfect child while her sister became the trouble child. Prison caused her to grow a bit of a tough and snarky cover for this, but she still craves that acceptance, and can easily be hurt by criticisms. She hides her pain and fears behind humor, searching constantly for something that will truly make the pain and heartache stop, no matter the cost. In essence, she's the perfect child who fell off the wagon after moving out, trying to hold themselves together and avoiding seeking help.
Habits: Scratching her wrist, rolling her eyes, interjecting in conversations, smirking Hobbies: Doing drugs, writing, biking, pool Fears:
Failure
Going back to prison
Police officers
Likes: 6 minimal
Drugs (any kind, anywhere!)
Organization (lists)
Comedy shows
Getting calls from her inmate friends
Open spaces
Accomplishing tasks
Dislikes: 6 minimal
Authority
Peer pressure
Pets
Imperfection
Crashes/Lows
Judgmental people
Cards On The Table
General World Skills:
Smuggling
Medical knowledge
Drug dealer hang outs
Drawing
Violin
Combat Skills:
Tae Kwan Doe
Shiv (weapon)
What Is On Your Person:
Cigarettes
Lighter
Pocket knife
Wallet: ID, $5 cash, debit card
Phone: beaten up iPhone 4
Keys to current residence
Clothing: Black converse, black socks, grey slacks, purple blouse, beige frock coat
Apartment:
Spare Clothes From Prison (Worn on day of release): sweat pants, sweat shirt, rain boots
Assortment of fiction and non-fiction books read in prison
Drawings and notes made in celebration of her release date
Framed degree from Stanford university
Old, hardly working Dell laptop
Violin
Dagger
1 kilo of heroine
History
What Brings You to the City: Los Angeles was pretty much out for Tuesday now. The month in jail had gotten her only anger from her contacts, and most of her contracts dried up. It was time for a fresh start, and she recalled that one of her old friends, Ronni, had moved to Justice. The city was the Murder Capital of the US, but after her experiences in high school, it didn't bother her very much. However, she's hoping to avoid her sister's scrutiny, if at all possible.
Life Before You Moved In:Growing up, Chloe's parents were incredibly demanding. They pushed her towards excellence and perfection, constantly taking her to ballet lessons, self defense classes, and violin lessons. If there was another parent taking their kid to the activity, Chloe was forced to do it. Among all of these other activities, her parents expected her to read "great" novels and keep up with politics, and maintain perfect grades in schools. At the age of three, they decided for her that she would become a surgeon.
Of course, Chloe tried to please her parents. She studied as hard as she could, and became a mess whenever she received a lower grade than an A. Forgoing a social life and sleep, Chloe managed to meet her parents expectations at the sacrifice of her sanity, and ended up in therapy for an anxiety disorder in her later high school years. She quit therapy soon after graduating, having been accepted to numerous universities, and while she wanted to go Indiana State, her parents decided for her that Stanford would be the appropriate choice.
Given that Riley was her twin sister, Chloe was compared to her quite often. As much as Riley struggled, Chloe succeeded. The pressure on her increased when Riley came out and was kicked out of the home. Chloe was forbidden to have contact with her twin sister, and feeling a need for her parents' continued praise and acceptance, she didn't try to stop them. She hardly spoke with her sister after that, only seeing her wander around the halls. They weren't in the same cliques, and they hardly mixed, with Riley struggling in classes and Chloe trying her hardest to be on top.
In college, Chloe was a pre-med student at Stanford University. Attempting to graduate with honors and holding an internship at a local hospital, Chloe turned to Aderall and energy drinks in order to be able to stay up and study. However, she quickly became addicted to aderall, and began to frequently use it, even on days with no assignments, no work, and no studying to be done. By her second year in college, Chloe was hooked, and found trouble getting the same sensations with the drug. Falling in with the wrong crowd of people, Chloe began smoking weed, before progressing to heroin and cocaine in her final year of college. She insisted that the drugs were merely to help her focus, and while she did graduate successfully, she was unable to find employment. She lost her focus and her drive, instead spending her days with the comforts of LSD and anything she could get her hands on.
Shortly after graduation, Chloe was attending a party with a wealthy politician's daughter. The pair of them left the party in a stolen vehicle and did heroin. They crashed the car, and while they attempted to cover it up, they were too high to do so properly. The police arrested Chloe and the politician's daughter, and due to the political connections, Chloe was sentenced to two years in federal prison, and the politician's daughter was given court mandated community service.
Chloe served her time at a minimum security federal prison in California. When she arrived, she was asked what her name was -- but thinking they asked for the day of the week, she replied "Tuesday." Ever since, she's gone by Tuesday. In prison, she mostly kept her nose clean, and attempted to go sober several times. Her job was acting as a courier of sorts to the guards, as she delivered mail to each correctional officer from the mail room. She was sent to solitary once, but beyond that, served her time with her head down.
Getting out of jail after serving her two years, Tuesday moved into the cheapest housing she could find in Los Angeles. Unable to find much work, Tuesday now works with a temp agency, unable to do anything with her pre-med knowledge as her LSD usage has essentially banned her from medical practice, as it can cause trips years after being used. Tuesday is only slightly disappointed with the choices she made, but enjoys telling everyone the lies about prison in a certain popular Netflix show.
Her parents are unaware that Tuesday is a lesbian, but once she was arrested, they disowned her as well. They didn't want a piece of "druggie filth" ruining the Ridgeway name. The only contact she had with her family was listening to her twin sister's songs when they came on the radio, and when she visited Riley during her class reunion. A serial killer put a slight damper on the mood. However, by the time Tuesday returned to Los Angeles, one of the girls in prison ratted her out. She was arrested and tossed in jail for more drug related charges, but this stint in prison was a far shorter one. Her lawyer was decent, and Tuesday's normal polished appearance helped to persuade the jury.
Life Since You Moved In: Tuesday's been mostly focusing on getting herself oriented within the city. She's already picked up a few contracts, and has been smuggling drugs into the local prison. It's not too hard of a task to perform and the pay is decent. However, she can't deny the overwhelming feelings of guilt for it. She's been sending in examples of her drawing and writing to various places, whenever those feelings overwhelm her. Perhaps she'll get honest work.
Extras
Character Quote: "Shit always finds a way of going down." Theme Song:Fuck You (Very Much) - Lily Allen Dirty Little Secret: She was sent into solitary confinement for stabbing a fellow inmate. She usually claims that it was for arguing with a guard instead over a sexist comment. Anything Else:roleplayerguild.com/posts/3745222 *By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy.
The Notebook
Chloe Ridgeway
"You'd think being from Grimm would mean I'd be used to murder."
║ ☯ Nothing Yet - Neutral ║ ✿ Seems Unlikely - Friend ║ ❅ Snowballs Chance In Hell - BFF ║ ♡ Never In A Million Years - Infatuation ║ ║ ❦ Cleared - Considered Family ║ ☣ Suspect - Tense ║ ☢ Probable - Dislikes ║ ☠ Guilty - Enemy ║
Alicia Gonzalez "Overall Thoughts On The Character"
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Svetlana Volkov "Overall Thoughts On The Character"
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Lorna Dunn "Overall Thoughts On The Character"
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✿ David Lawson ✿ "He went through some sort of fucking hell."
Tuesday met Lawson at her ten year reunion. He was the (presumed dead) husband of the valedictorian, and with the entire matter of a serial killer picking off people one by one, Tuesday ended up being present when Lawson was shot at. It was the first time since university she had to give medical treatment. And, of course, that she ripped a man's shirt off.
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Cecily Ashworth "Overall Thoughts On The Character"
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❦ Riley Ridgeway ❦ "I wish she'd stop judging me for my actions, you know?"
Tuesday and Riley have a bit of a rocky relationship. They grew closer during the tragedies at the reunion, but with Tuesday having spent another stint in jail, things aren't going all too well. It's a role reversal from when they were growing up, where Tuesday was the perfect child and Riley was the rebel. Still, the two of them are twins--Tuesday'd be devastated if anything happened to her sister.
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Lucas Walsh "Overall Thoughts On The Character"
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Felix Hausen "Overall Thoughts On The Character"
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Danica Graves Murder Clues
She didn't shoot nice and close to the temple, uncharacteristic of a suicide.
A blonde woman - Proserpine - stole the gun Danica used, the same gun Peyton killed herself with.
Her half-sister, Peyton, killed herself six months ago in the same place.
The shell casing (9x 19mm Parabellum shell casing) from the bullet she killed herself with was rusted
The gun itself was Austrian, out of circuit for roughly thirty years.
Danica had a cube-ish object in her hands, the same one Peyton found in the tomb of the sisters.
Danica recognized her killer.
J.D. Mason apparently tried to do the same thing as Danica supposedly did, under observation now at the mental ward
Roy covered up Peyton's murder--related, even though killers are different
Had a habit of breaking and entering -- arrested by Roy a few times
Christopher Wallace Murder Clues
Wallace's final words were a name, Prooooosssssr'neeee, likely referring to the woman Prosperine.
Bugs in hospital room - unknown vial attached to IV, needles coming out of pillow, cell phone cloning jacker, remote transmission mic
The call from the hospital reported Wallace had been drunk, yet a toxicology report confirmed nothing of the kind. Instead, he was found with a head injury from being struck with a gun.
Other Clues Or Points Of Interest
Case file 6983-95-IBZ2F - Cameron White
Case file 4827-IB-861 - Peyton Glencross
Case file 2030-FR-932 - Lyle Marlestone
Case file 7354-DW-592 - Alicia and Lorna
Case file 3634-ST-263 - Jeremy Bennett -- curious that he died because Amy was too late, perhaps intentional that way
Case file 7353-JQ-889 - Stephanie Gretchen - holdings broken into, died from shoddy medical work, again another murder from Amy?
Case file 3533-FW-577 - Ally Cranks - massive car pile up Riley was in, started it, died. Prosperpine claimed her body, signed Jane Doe on the forms, minor injuries.
Case file 5461-LX-115 - Lawson - bled out at the docks
Professor Gerard went into hiding and has some object of significance with him, called Lunillud Aleae
"Valentine is done. Here but now they're gone."
There have been at least four Mr. March's--likely will be another. Odd, as March seems to work with Juno, but Juno appears to be a radical feminist organization.
Leader of Juno: Newton's cradle, red lips, named Juno, going to visit Titaness
Diana = Amy Chang Prosperine = Woman who tried to kill Cecily Vesta = Alicia Gonzalez - joined six months prior Cantus = Ally Cranks - new - DJ Gaia = Stephanie Gretchen, owns Gretchen Mortgage LLC Nova Cibum = Sarah, Tank's slight girlfriend - new Venus = Leanna McCormick, Secretary of Defense Minerva = Regina Eilheart, media mogul Terra = ??? Siren = ??? Iniquis = Zatara Lyo, SC justice
Cecily recognizes Mr. March -- won't be able to put her finger on it
Juno members have the weird cube tattoo
Alicia and Lorna were found on the shore near the airport
Jezebel attacked by the same people who attacked Relic
Riley got in a car accident.
Roy, Lucas, and Risa seem to have all worked for Argus, a sketchy organization at war with Juno
Male and Female signs signal Juno and Argus
Mali was attacked by gang members with a male sign
Alicia and Gretchen have the brands. Gretchen's is far older. All beaten horribly.
Amy Chang gets hit by Lorna.
Felix was beaten by Mr. March
Power outage was supposedly an attempt on Leann's life.
Kelley Breeden, missing for 8 months, MSS, Seattle, burned,
Felix gets the trinket in a box in the mail
Kerosene in Alicia and Lorna's lungs
Someone tried to hack Relic's files
Relic found one of the objects in a jewelry store in the Diamond District
Whites were a couple in name only--moved in to look for the cube likely
Lorna's neck was snapped with a rope, business like
Proserpine killed Alicia and Lorna at the airport hangar facility for Queensguard "a bombing, a drowning, a shooting, a stabbing."
Basement of Boston Heights seems to connect to the rest of the city - underground tunnels
Ronnie = Griffin?
Whites had the evidence bag with the gun in it hidden away
Dr. Chang flew Natasha in on favor from Queensguard
Compound is Northeast of Noelle's neighborhood, fifteen foot high brick, large grate with hole cut in so they can get inside, water smells of jet fuel
Some sort of new drug is part of the drug drop
Juno attempted to recruit out of Argus
Friends of Trisha are "either a gun runner, drug dealer, or pimp"
Roy is being shady
card for the Justice Asylum For The Criminally Insane, located in the RedLight District. The card has a name on it - Dr. Kingston, 3932 Chicago Heights.
Name: Natasha Paige Brinne Aliases: Tas, Tasha, Doc Glacier, Dr. Bitch Age: 27 Birthday: April 14th Ethnicity: Half Russian, Half American Birth Place: Chicago Illinois Apartment Number: Just Visiting Gender: Female Major/Minor: Biochemistry/Psychology Occupation: Trauma Surgeon Languages: English/Spanish/Hindi/Russian
Appearance
Height: 5'7" Weight: 115lbs Build: Lean Eyes: Glacier Blue Hair: Ash Brown Skin Tone: Fair Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears pierced; scar on her right thigh from a steel rod ripping into it during a rescue of a child from a silver mine shaft; line of a scar that can only be seen at the base of her skull when her hair it pulled back into a ponytail. The scar is long and jagged, running up into her hair line and looping back around Personal Style: Tas is a beautiful young woman with striking features; bright almond eyes, high cheek bones and a slender body. She has pale skin but it can make her look overly tired if she is not careful and she tries to conceal the dark circles under her eyes with either heavy make-up or glasses.
She does not so much have a style of clothing but more of a lack of style. If she is not in her scrubs, rescue gear, or sweats she will usually just be in various t-shirts or tank tops and jeans with worn out tennis shoes. She refuses to wear dresses and if she has to attend a formal event for the hospital she will wear a pant suit or tux just because she wants to. She was once gifted a pair of heels, they were quickly chucked out the window of her apartment.
Her hair always seems to be a mess, even when she spends hours styling it; which she rarely does. Most of the time she just tosses it up in a bun or ponytail and runs with it; figuring she can better spend her time doing anything other than messing with her hair, like binge watching the last three seasons of Game Of Thrones in one sitting.
Sexuality: Heterosexual Relationship Status: It's complicated Personality: To say that Tas is a driven and complex individual would be a gross understatement. Once she puts her mind to something there is nothing to stop her, except for herself. A loving person under the cold surface, she feels far too much and usually only expresses it in the worst possible ways. She will do everything she can to help someone but tends to be a bit too blunt when voicing her opinion; especially if she sees someone doing something she knows is the cause of their own heart ache.
Tas grew up quickly, never really going through that rebellious teenage years since she was so focused on her studies. This has led her to be somewhat immature when it comes to emotional things, hardly ever having dated when she was a teen or since. The few relationships she did have ended badly, quickly breaking up with anyone she felt deeply for; too afraid to grow close to anyone in fear they would one day leave. She has gotten better recently but one bad relationship after another has left a bad taste in her mouth. She is learning though to trust her friends more and place hope into others but it is hard and she will pull away if she feels off.
Habits:
Bites her nails
Quotes Movies/Tv in general conversation; whether the line fits or not
Can't go to sleep without crossing her first two toes first
Cracks her joints constantly
Only drinks coffee at room temp, hates it hot or chilled
Hobbies:
Tae Kwon Do
Building Music Playlists for Every Occasion and Emotion
Smoking
Binge Watching Tv/Movies
Cooking
Playing Street Hockey
Hiking
Fears:
Goats - That Fucking Mr. Clops in particular!
Cancer
Failing Her Patient's
Heights
Those She Loves Getting Hurt
Likes:
Most All Music
Coffee
Rainy Days
Fuzzy Socks
Smoking
Riesling Wines
Halloween
Corny Movies
Tv Dramas
Food Glorious Food
White Lillie's
Dark Chocolate
Dislikes:
Country Music
Religion
Politics
Over Cooked Food - Serve her a well done steak, she will throw it at you
Lemons
Anything In Her Coffee
Movie Remakes
Hot Weather - It used to be cold weather that drove her nuts, but that was until she spent a summer in India. Now she can't get enough of icy conditions.
Vaping
Cards On The Table
General World Skills:
Reading People
Psychology
Biochemistry
Emergency Surgery
Trauma/Rescue Medicine
Combat Skills:
Driving - 2-Axel
Athletics
Tae Kwon Do
Stamina
Edged Weapons
What Is On Your Person:
Wallet - Credit cards, picture of her mother, cash, ID, Passport, insurance cards, Medical ID, California Medical License
Clothing - Black Converse Tennis Shoes, faded skinny jeans with holes in the knees, loose gray V-Neck T-Shirt, oversized mens dress shirt (Stole from Lincoln), white gold necklace with a key on the end of it, engagement ring
Half a pack of Marlboro Ultra Light 100's with a Zippo (Engraved with her initials) stuffed in the pack
Keys - To Jeep, storage unit for her things, house in Chicago
Her Bag - Contains basic medical supplies she always keeps on her, meds, whatever book she is currently reading, photo album of her trip to Jaipur, medical scrubs
Cell Phone
Chapstick
Hair ties
Swiss Army Knife
Apartment:
Wardrobe
Chest with memento's in it
Large Tackle Box with Medical Supplies
Collection of Cheesy B-Rated Movies
Medical Journals
Laptop and bag
MP3 Player
Running Gear
Tae Kwon Do Gear
Pocket Knife
2008 Jeep, Hunter Green, Tan Soft Top
History
What Brings You To The City: Tasha received a call from Dr. Amy Chang; someone she had met once before when she was an intern. Apparently the then young intern had made quite the impression on the seasoned doctor and she was offered a job and many opportunities. She figured it was time to give it a try, the woman had been headhunting her since she graduated med school. What was the worst that could happen?
Life Before You Moved In: Tas was born in Chicago, Ill to Everett, professor of history, and Anna Brinne, a housewife. Life was simple and wonderful until Tas reached the age of eight when her mother was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. For a year she watched her mother quickly fade no matter how much radiation and chemotherapy she went through. Tas adored Anna and didn't know how to cope with her mothers passing. Her father wasn't much help in the situation, distancing himself from his daughter after his wife's death; Tas looked too much like Anna for him to be able to deal with the loss. They drifted apart and Tas turned her feelings inward, focusing at a young age on her studies to try to take her mind off the problems at home. Her father enrolled her in Tae Kwon Do in middle school to try to help her come out of her shell but it ended up doing the opposite. Not having to deal with a team and only having to focus one on one helped draw her even further into solitude; one good thing coming from it; it gave her a way to vent her frustrations.
When she reached High School she made the decision to go into medicine and focused all her time and effort to getting into Med School. She did well enough and graduated high school with honors. Thanks to her fathers position at University of Illinois she was offered a full ride. One which she turned down, the last thing she wanted was her college years to be tainted by her fathers presence on campus. She was accepted into UCSF medical program and quickly packed her bags, moving to the west coast.
Her father was against the move, not wanting to loose his daughter completely but he admired her drive and supported her on the surface; promising to pay what she needed until she finished her residency. Tas enjoys the west coast, having found a place to live, a place to practice and a place to learn; all without the harsh Chicago winters nipping at her toes. Tas finished her bachelors degree a year early, opting to attend during summer semester so she would not have to return to Chicago during breaks.
Tasha took a break from her studies in San Fran and headed up to Justice California for a time while she battled brain cancer. She returned a year after her diagnosis and went back to work. She recently completed her internship at UCSFMC and instead of taking the job offered to her as attending, with the help of a friend, she hopped a flight and moved to Jaipur for a stent there.
While in Jaipur Tasha helped with the rescue for a child from a silver mine and was injured, resulting in a long jagged scar on her thigh. During her time there she was confronted by her ex-fiance Lincoln Roberts after she was re-diagnosed with cancer. She spent months fighting it and recovering but it was pushed back into remission once again and her contract with Apex hospital concluded.
After her stent with the Apex Hospital was over she wondered what she would do. There were several option presented to her. One was renewing her contract out in Jaipur and continuing her stent there. Another was to move back to San Fran and take the position that had been offered to her as UCSFMC, it was still open. Then there was a call from a woman she had met a long time ago; A Dr. Amy Chang at Justice Memorial in Justice California. Three choices, all with their ups and downs, she only had to decide. With her recovery still under way she opted with Justice since it would mean some time with the County Coroner, which meant less stress and easier hours, or so she hoped.
Life Since You Moved In: Natasha has just arrived and is currently staying with Dr Chang until she locates a place to live. She is working with the Coroners office currently to help with the recent slew of murders since their coroner was murdered.
Extras
Character Quote:
"I'm tired of defending my character. I am what I am. What you see is what you get." - Dana Plato
Go fuck a gopher
Just remain calm
Back up and fuck your own face!
Seriously?
You're the goalie! It's supposed to hit you!
Theme Song: My Transition - Amaranthe Dirty Little Secret: Tasha's headaches have returned but she plays it off as just residual effects from her last round of treatments; refusing to go back in for more testing. Anything Else:TasDom
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The Notebook
Natasha Brinne
"This will only hurt for a second."
║ ☯ Nothing Yet - Neutral ║ ✿ Seems Unlikely - Friend ║ ❅ Snowballs Chance In Hell - BFF ║ ♡ Never In A Million Years - Infatuation ║ ║ ❦ Cleared - Considered Family ║ ☣ Suspect - Tense ║ ☢ Probable - Dislikes ║ ☠ Guilty - Enemy ║
Mali Anson "Overall Thoughts On The Character"
Hasn't met her yet.
☯ Cecily Ashworth ☯ "Tougher than she looks"
Natasha doesn't know Cecily all that well yet but the woman is tough from everything she has seen so far. She seems nice enough and the two could become friends in her mind if things keep going the way they are going. Would be nice to have a friend in town.
☯ Caesar Gonzalez ☯ "I'm not sure what to think."
Caesar seems like two face to Natasha. Not that he is a bad man but just that there is more going on than he is letting on. She respects the fact he is looking after Cecily and wanting to make sure his daughter gets laid to rest but everything else - The blood, the coming in from the sewer, being with Cecily when she was shot, the lot of it just doesn't add up to her. Something isn't sitting right.
☯ Riley Ridgeway ☯ "Decent human being, wouldn't have expected that from a pop star."
Natasha knew who Riley was when she saw her. Not often a singer waltzes in with a stabbing victim. She doesn't really know anything about her but hey she bought the man in and stayed around for updates. She can't be that bad right?
☯ Felix Hausen ☯ "How did a crayon do that?!?!"
The doctor tended to Felix and was with him through surgery. She really didn't get a chance to talk to him at all other than a hold on, we got you type thing before he went under. She wonders though just what in the hell happened to cause that type of damage and why with a damn crayon.
Jonathan Keystone "Overall Thoughts On The Character"
Name: Scott Adam Fairburne Aliases: Scotty, The Gentle Giant Age: 40 Birthday: June 7th Ethnicity: African-American Birth Place: Harlem, New York Apartment Number: Imperial Apartments - 3B Gender: Male Major/Minor: N/A Occupation: Bartender at AfterDark Languages: English (First Language)
Appearance
Height: 6'3" Weight: 225lbs Build: Large, Muscular Eyes: Brown Hair: Black Skin Tone: Black Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: N/A Personal Style: Scott dresses simply and comfortably, both at work and on the streets, he is usually wearing a simple T-shirt and a pair of Jeans. In colder weather, he'd generally be seen wearing a simple, cheap hoodie. Scott doesn't worry too much for fashion, and most of his clothes are affordable, and plain. His shoes are also fairly simple, comfortable black loafers or simple running shoes.
Psychology
Good-Natured * Intimidating * Polite * Quiet
Sexuality: Heterosexual Relationship Status: Single Personality: Scott generally has the best in mind for people, he wants to help anyone he can however he is able, and will often go out of his way to offer some people assistance regardless of how long or how well he knows them. Regardless of that however, he can often come across as intimidating to most people he meets. Scott holds himself in a certain way, and generally has such an appearance most of the time where he does appear to be quite the intimidating feature, even though he tries his best to avoid it.
While he can come across as intimidating, when you speak to him, it can often be anything but. Scott was raised with manners in mind, and as a result he can be an exceptionally polite person to speak with and be around. He generally approached people with his best behaviour, and is almost never rude to anyone unless they give him reason to. However, Scott doesn't often approach people on his own. He is a particularly quiet and reserved individual, and aside from the people he speaks to at work and his regular customers, he avoids making close friends if he can. Habits: Scratching his chin, Cracking his knuckles Hobbies: Cooking/Cleaning, Exercise, Mixing drinks, Fears:
Large Crowds
Prison
Clowns
Likes:
Cooking
Reading
Working
Exercise
Jazz Music
Dogs
Dislikes:
Coffee
Criminals
Thugs/Bullies
Fighting
Drinking
Guns
Cards On The Table
General World Skills:
Intimidation
Cooking
Streetwise (Gang Knowledge)
Athletics
Charm
Combat Skills:
Unarmed Combat (Boxing)
Melee Weapons (Improvised)
Resilience (Very High Pain Tolerance)
Stamina
Cool Headedness
What Is On Your Person:
Clothing: Maroon T-shirt, Dark Jeans, Black loafers
Wallet: ID, $25 Cash, No bank cards
Keys to Residence
Keys to the Bar
Phone (iPhone 6)
Apartment:
Basic Wardrobe
Assortment of fictional and non-fictonal books
Collection of cooking utensils
Cookbooks
Mixing kit
Cocktail book
Safe of Cash
TV
Comic Books
Baseball Bat
N/A
History
What Brings You To The City: After getting out of prison, Scott left Harlem and the East coast as a whole, hoping to avoid the lifestyle he'd once been a part of. Making his way as far from New York as possible, Scott settled on Justice relatively at random, finding a cheap apartment in ads, and a decent enough job at a small bar, hoping to slip in to as isolated, dull and quiet life as possible. Scott simply hoped Justice would be big and busy enough that he could blend right into the shadows, and forget all about his old life.
Life Before You Moved In: Growing up in Harlem was never particularly easy for Scott. With a father who ran guns and a mother who left, he never really had a good role model growing up. When he was still young, Scott had learned to use a gun and was being used to run cash from person to person without asking questions. His father built him up to be just like he was, planning for Scott to be a gun runner himself. However, Scott grew up to loathe guns, he despised them, seeing them used and being forced to use one himself to kill a man at age fourteen. While he didn't become a gun runner, he'd still had the gang lifestyle drilled into his mind, there was no escaping the lifestyle for him.
Scott started working as local muscle for hire, generally being taken on jobs either to intimidate someone at a deal, or beat someone to a pulp. Before too long, Scott started to become relatively famous among the criminal element in Harlem, and eventually the rest of New York. Gangsters would often recommend that if you needed someone beaten to the point where they were just barely going to survive, Scott Fairburne was your man. Eventually, he started to get known among the law enforcement community as well, becoming a target.
Eventually, Scott was caught up in a bust, being charged and sent to prison on charges of assault, battery, causing grievous bodily harm, and attempted murder. Scott spent the next ten years of his life behind bars, eventually getting out on good behaviour as he seemed through and through to be a reformed citizen. For the most part he was, Scott no longer felt a draw to the gang lifestyle, he felt an incredible degree of remorse for his actions as a criminal, and no respect for anyone who acted similarly.
Life Since You Moved In: Since moving in, Scott has enjoyed his job working as a simple bartender at a relatively small, almost underground bar downtown. While for the most part he's made an immense effort to blend in as much as possible, Scott has started picking up a few odd jobs for some of his regulars, or people he has felt needed it. Some of the jobs have been simple, helping people move, but others have been a bit more major, dealing with thugs and bullies pressing people for protection money and the like. Unfortunately, his actions haven't been unnoticed, and he may have started to expose himself more than he'd like.
Extras
Character Quote: "Sometimes, you just gotta step up." Theme Song:The Weeknd - Starboy Dirty Little Secret: Scott is fairly well-known in the underworld for his time as muscle. Anything Else:
Mail call. The most painfully dull, slow, inefficient and generally unneeded aspect of the German Army, or any military organization for that matter. To some of the others in his squad, returning from a long field exercise to the mail which had been held from them was a welcome treat, but Joel just wanted to find an actual, comfortable bed and fall asleep.
"Obergefreiter Gott." The Administrative Corporal droned on as he went down the list in his hand, a small stack of letters in his hand.
"Ja." An equally droning voice sounded from beside Joel, the man in question. He received his mail and moved off away from the group, idly flicking through bills and junk mail for anything of actual interest. The second he was out of his peripherals, Joel didn't care, he just wanted to hear his name so he could go to his bunk and pass out.
"Hauptgefreiter Grau." The Corporal continued with the next name - the one Joel had been waiting for, he glanced momentarily to the man's hand, he held a selection of letters, but under-arm was a box, intricately carved with golden latches - he wasn't one for antiques, so he doubted it had been sent to him as any sort of gift, but he didn't know anyone who would send packages in such a manner.
"Ja." Joel finally responded, moving toward the Corporal to retrieve his mail. Originally he couldn't have cared less what his mail was, but as he carried it back toward his bunk and looked over the box - ignoring the confused glances and stares from the others in the barrack - he built quite the intrigue toward it. Tossing aside his other letters as insignificant in comparison, Joel sat down on his bunk, setting the box in his lap, he figured if it had made it this far into the base he resided in, it wasn't dangerous to any degree. Or, rather, Joel assumed it wasn't dangerous.
Gently, he set his finger and thumb on the gold pin, pulling it from the latch as he slowly and delicately lifted the lid, peering within. This was seeming less and less like something that would've been intended for him. Crimson velvet padded lining, and a trifolded piece of thick paper? This was an awfully over-complicated way for someone to be sending him a letter. But it was certainly not a letter, as Joel soon realised. Opening it, he had to do a double take as he looked over the two tickets he held, from Munich to Paris, and a boarding pass for the Orient Express.
Congratulations! You are one of the lucky few that was picked to be the winner of this prestigious tour! You leave on March 14th from your city and will arrive in Paris on the 15th. There you will meet the rest of the winners at the Saint James Paris! You're accommodations are completely provided! Travel, fares, food, all are covered. On the 17th you will disembark from Paris on the legendary Orient Express for a tour of Europe and into the Carpathian Mountains! We cannot wait to see you, anything you need will be provided. A Black Status Card has provided for you to purchase anything you might need. I look forward to meeting you on the Orient Express.
Sincerely, Your Provider
As he sat and read the letter, Joel gathered somewhat of an audience, a few of his friends and comrades moving over to his bunk to peer over his shoulder at what was before him, a few unimpressed or unknowing 'huh' sounds coming from the majority as they moved on to other things. Joel, on the other hand, was simply confused. Why had he been picked? He'd been told a while ago that he should take some leave, the man hadn't since his third deployment, so he certainly would have been able to get the time off for this little 'vacation' - but Joel still groaned.
"How do I even explain this to the Oberleutnant?"
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Name:Hannah Riese Aliases: N/A Age: 27 Birthday: October 15 Ethnicity: Caucasian Birth Place: Montreal, Canada Apartment Number: N/A Gender: Female Major/Minor: M.A. in Business Occupation: Maughan Library Curator Languages: Fluent in English and Canadian French
Appearance
Height: 5' 5" Weight: 142 lbs Build: Slim Eyes: Brown Hair: Dark Brown with blonde-dyed highlights Skin Tone: Fair Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears pierced, mostly faded burn scar on chin and right forearm Personal Style: Hannah tends to dress more formally than most, wearing pants or skirts that extend down to the ankle and shirts/jackets with long sleeves. Even if it happens to be summer. Luckily, living in England has the benefit of it not getting very hot even in the middle of summer. One odd point in her collection of apparel is her penchant for boots. She has a pair of boots for about every level of formality and wear and tear. In the past, she would leave her hair short so it wouldn't look too bad messy, but after graduating high school she's taken an interest in looking presentable. Since then she's lets her hair grow down to her shoulders and wears make up regularly.
Psychology
Studious * Altruistic * Empathetic * Brash
Sexuality: Bisexual Relationship Status: Single Personality: Hannah could be considered as something of a closed treasure chest, or perhaps an unshelled pistachio. Hannah's shell is the studious, straight A, goody two shoes proper girl. It's not quite an act, so much as her default way of acting. Early on she was instilled with the belief that hard work pays off, and it's more important to focus on work/education before anything else. That idea has carried on even now, even more than 10 years after moving away from her parents.
On the inside, Hannah has few filters on her. She's not afraid to talk about almost anything nor will she stop herself long enough to mince words for delicate situations. If she had to justify this, she would probably say something along the lines of “if you've gotten to know me well enough that I can talk to you, I'd expect you to know how to handle your emotions around me.” That said, she's not a mean spirited person. Quite the opposite really. If she believes it's in her power to do so, Hannah will help just about everyone she can, even if it would require doing some things that she normally wouldn't otherwise... Habits: Touching her nose and humming Hobbies: Studying the Occult and aerospace engineering, Embroidery Fears: 3 real fears that make your character unhinged
Claustrophobia
Reptiles
Flying
Likes: 6 minimal
Boots
Alone Time
Physical Books
Mustard
Truth with a capital "T"
Sex
Dislikes: 6 minimal
Noise
Lies
Chocolate
Exercise
Redundancy
Hot, arid weather
Cards On The Table
General World Skills: Max 5 - History must reflect these knowledge's - These are things like Driving (car, bike, etc.), Negotiation, Computers, Electronics, Security Systems, City Knowledge, Mafia Hang Outs, Mechanics, Breaking and Entering, Disguise, History, Book Knowledge's, and so forth
Business
Engineering
Negotiation
Knowledge (Occult)
Cooking
Combat Skills: Max 5 - History must reflect knowing these - Keep it grounded in the real world. Not everyone is a bad ass. This covers things such as Athletics, Diving, Demolitions, Stamina, Acrobatics, Weapons. Now each weapon type is broken down into the following; Edged Weapons, Clubs, Pole Arms/Staffs, Unarmed Combat, Martial Arts, Throwing Weapons, Projectile Weapons, Heavy Weapons, Pistols, Submachine Guns, Rifles, Assault Rifles, Shotguns, Whips. (Make sure to specify for things like Martial Arts and Unarmed Combat - Tae Kwon Do and Kung Fu are two different skills and would take up two skill slots.
What Is On Your Person: This includes your clothing, jewelry, your wallet, your id, your keys; phone, credit cards, cash, pictures of mom and dad, tooth picks, smokes, lighter, weapons you may carry, shoes, purse and so forth. If it is not listed you are not carrying it. Again, keep it grounded in the real world.
Clothes: Business casual paired with black boots
Jewelry: A simple silver necklace; plain, inexpensive earrings
Purse: Contains wallet with cash/ID/etc; a Smartphone (containing pics of that thing Peyton dug up); a couple tubes of lipstick; a can of mace and a lighter
Apartment: This is your stash basically - all your items that are not on you at all times. General things need not be listed like a bed, microwave and so forth. Somethings are just a given. But things like Computers, Weapons stash, books, files on people,a comic book collection, special mementos, and so forth are something that need to be listed out and very detailed. Make sure to know that this will be updated through out the RP - Computers have to be scraped, bullets get used. Again, keep this grounded in reality. You won't have an arsenal! Bare bones to start folks.
Books, lots and lots of books about various topics. Some of them from work, most bought with personal funds
A Desktop Personal Computer
A safe containing emergency funds
Fancy kitchen equipment (blenders, stand mixers, knife sets, the works)
This spot is reserved for your transportation only and cannot be transferred if not used. This may be a bike, a skateboard, a car (nothing expensive), a motorcycle, a vespa, so forth
History
What Brings You To The City: Well is by “The City” you mean Justic, she isn't there. She's not even on the same continent. Hannah's currently living in the UK after she moved there to attend University for Grad School. After getting her Master's, Hannah has stuck around the country (but moving from Oxford to London) because she hasn't really had sufficient reason to leave.
Life Before You Moved In: Hannah was born and raised in Montreal to English speaking parents, and if there's one thing you learn in Quebec, it's that they hate the English language. By law, all the signs must be bilingual for both French and English, but boy they get that English text as small as possible. This taught her a valuable lesson early on: don't expect the rest of the world to do you any favors. If you just happen to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, the world will right fuck you straight in the ass and expect a “Thank you sir/ma'am.”
Her family situation was never bad. In fact, it was better than most. Her parents were strict, but supportive. All her siblings got along with each other. School was troublesome at times, but she always did well and she had her own clique of friends that she could rely on. Still, she found herself hating everything about her life and how complacent everything felt. She never communicated these feelings, but bottled them up for years on end. Eventually, almost the day after graduating from Senior High, Hannah just left home. She had already been accepted at the University of Massachusetts, in her mind, she had no reason to stick around any longer and a big shake-up is what her life needed right then. She had lots of money saved up from her part time job she had held for the past 4 years, so the next three months before university started acted as part Teenage Rebellion, part extended vacation, part road trip.
After finally getting to University itself, Hannah couldn't help but find herself be disappointed. Honestly, she had been expecting a lot more than she had gotten. By now, the thrill of living on your own for the first time had disappeared, and the coursework wasn't all that different than what she had experienced back home. Already she could feel the same sense of complacency setting in. At least the signs were readable in English.
After graduating with a Bachelor's Degree in Engineering, Hannah felt that it was time to get another big shake-up in her life. This time she would move countries again, but overseas to London. She had had her eye on Oxford for Grad School for a couple years now, and she'd been lucky enough to actually be accepted in the first place. The only problem with just picking up and moving now was the fact that her girlfriend at the time, Mali was still attending University, and wasn't able or willing to just pick up everything and go across the ocean. Deciding to break things off mutually rather than attempt a long term relationship, Hannah was free to spread her wings once again and make the leap over the Atlantic.
Life Since You Moved In: After getting her Master's Degree, Hannah wasn't really sure what to do with her life. Sure, she could go for a Doctorate degree, after all who wouldn't want to be able to call themselves Doctor? However, education had worn out it's welcome, and she wasn't sure she or her finances would be able to handle another 4 years of higher education. So she set off on that time honored venture of searching for a real career with little success. It was actually by sheer luck that she had managed to get her current job. One of her professors was friends with some of the upper staff of the Maughan Library and was able to put in a good word on her skills with them. It really wasn't the work she was expecting to do, but after a period of adjustment, it was quite satisfying in it's own way. Insofar she's been working there for 3 years, but that feeling of complacency has been creeping in on her recently.
Extras
Character Quote: What doesn't kill you makes you stronger Theme Song:Toto - Africa Dirty Little Secret:She accidentally stole a $500 textbook during Undergrad, and instead of trying to find the original owner, sold it off for cash Anything Else: Is it really necessary for me to do this again?
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Name: Iris Aurélie Kingston Aliases: Ize, Irène, Aurie, Lady Iris Kingston, Dr. Kingston Age: 25 Birthday: June 9th Ethnicity: French-British Birth Place: Newcastle-Under-Lyme, England Apartment Number: 3932 Chicago Heights Gender: Female Major/Minor: Doctorate in Psychology - (University of Cambridge) Occupation: Psychiatrist at Justice Asylum For The Criminally Insane Languages: English, French
Appearance
Height: 5'8" Weight: 120 pounds Build: Skinny, bony Eyes: Chocolate brown Hair: Dark brown Skin Tone: Sun-kissed Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Double pierced ears Personal Style: Iris is considerably fashion forward. She wears a black cloche hat almost always, a trend inspired by an old photograph of one of her distant ancestors, Eleanor Kingston. She wears sleek and simple blouses, always in a different color or style, but all of them serving to look elegant. Skirts, leggings, jeans rotate out as she needs them. And a neat pair of black flats go well with any outfit. She has a very graceful combination.
Psychology
Sweet * Insecure * Perceptive * Impulsive
Sexuality: Pansexual Relationship Status: Single Personality: Iris has always been incredibly friendly and hardworking. She honestly wants to help people in any manner that she can, causing her to sometimes trust those she shouldn't, and be taken advantage of. As much as she can be perceptive, she's impulsive in her decisions, and gullible as to her judgments. She chooses to see the best in everyone that she meets, rather than avoiding those that she perhaps should.
Iris also does not give herself nearly enough credit. As accomplished as she is, she defers to others, never taking credit for her work. Receiving awards and medals always felt awkward to her in the extreme. Rather than causing her to become prideful and boastful as it may for others, her insecurity humbles her to an extreme. If given a chance, though, she can work through it and shine. Her decisions are generally impulsive, but as Iris likes to say, it tends to work out for the best. She doesn't want herself, or anyone else, to be limited in life.
Habits: Tucking her hair behind her ear, tugging at her hair Hobbies: Ice hockey, piano, graphic design Fears:
Disappointing her big brother
Failing someone who needs her
Poor performance reviews
Likes:
Strawberry Sorbet
Bilingual conversations
Museums
Criminal Minds
Philosophy
Fashion
Shopping
Nutella
Dislikes:
Animal cruelty
Abandoning the poor and the hungry
The cushioned attitudes of some other children in the peerage system
Dependency
Extremist movements
Peanut butter
Cards On The Table
General World Skills:
Social Ettiquette (the 1%)
Graphic Design
Psychology
Piano
Photographic Memory
Research
Perception
Combat Skills:
Skiing
Fencing
Ice Hockey
Running
What Is On Your Person:
Wallet - Work Visa, Pounds, Euros, $50 cash, debit card, credit card, emergency information card, employee ID badge, ID, bus pass
What Brings You To The City: She had done an exchange program at Justice University, and once she was looking for a job, a professor from the school contacted her, letting her know about an opening at the asylum. A plane trip, two interviews, and a stellar letter of recommendation later, she landed the position. She knows that her third cousins, Cecily and Ethan, both live in California and having family, no matter how extended, in the area didn't seem like too bad an idea.
Life Before You Moved In: Iris is the youngest child of the current Earl of Granville, Luc Kingston. Her elder brother, Darcy, is the heir presumptive. If it wasn't for Iris' great-great grandfather outliving his eldest son, the title would have passed down differently. As it was, it went to Iris' great-grandfather, who married and settled down in France. It was only when Iris' father Luc married Jane, a British woman, that the family returned to England, settling down in the old Kingston family estate.
Growing up at the estate, Iris had a sort of odd attitude. She assumed that everyone's parents were earls, that the peerage was quite normal. At home, her father would speak in French, and her mother would speak in English. For the first ten years of her life, Iris' papers would be an odd jumbling of the two languages, as she insisted that it made more sense to not limit herself to one tongue. Her elder brother, Darcy, was quite overprotective of her, calling her weekly once her parents sent her to boarding school.
At school, Iris met her best friend, a rather morbid girl named Mary. Her third cousin, Marley-Mae, was adopted by her parents when she was sixteen, but she hardly saw the girl. Marley-Mae was troubled, constantly running off and getting into trouble. As much as Iris tried to connect with her, she just couldn't. With Mary and Marley-Mae's conflicting personalities, Iris became deeply interested in psychology. She also learned how to fence at the school, and played on the school's ice hockey team.
Of course, Iris also has a lot of family pride, but not in a boastful way. Generations of Kingstons have been buried in the small cemetery on the estate, allowing her to see the immense and rich family history. The Kingstons hold family reunions quite often, and Iris was able to meet her third cousin, Cecily, through them.
Once completing her education and her A-levels, Iris was accepted to University of Cambridge to study psychology, on the sychological and Behavioural Sciences Tripos Track. Her elder brother, Darcy, was a senior at the school as she entered as a freshman, and while Marley-Mae moved out of the manor without a trace, she at least had her brother for a familiar face. Mary attended the same university as well, studying literature.
During her third year of school, Iris was accepted to a study abroad program in the states at Justice University. Rather than take coursework, she gained experience in her field by working at a mental hospital, in order to get practical knowledge. As well as being paid for her work, she earned credits towards her degree, and nurtured some professional connections. Once she completed her program, Iris pursued her doctorate degree as well, again at Cambridge. At age 25, Iris is one of the youngest people to ever be awarded the degree.
Life Since You Moved In: Iris has been in Justice since the beginning of the year. It's a bit different for her, and she enjoys getting away from the manor, getting to live something nearer to real life. She calls her brother about every night, the two of them skyping and catching up. He's currently working for a digital communications company, already high up in the chain of command. The mental ward has been a real treat for her to work at, especially as she's getting to do actual psychiatry.
Extras
Character Quote: "Don't let the sky be your limit." Theme Song:99 Red Balloons - Nena Dirty Little Secret: Iris' brother is actually her half brother, as they have different fathers. Darcy and her father are oblivious to this, but if word got out, the peerage would pass to Iris instead of him. Anything Else:Virginia FC- Allison Paige *By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy.
The Notebook
Iris Kingston
"Eventually, all the pieces will fall into place. You just have to have faith."
║ ☯ Nothing Yet - Neutral ║ ✿ Seems Unlikely - Friend ║ ❅ Snowballs Chance In Hell - BFF ║ ♡ Never In A Million Years - Infatuation ║ ║ ❦ Cleared - Considered Family ║ ☣ Suspect - Tense ║ ☢ Probable - Dislikes ║ ☠ Guilty - Enemy ║
Alicia Gonzalez "Overall Thoughts On The Character"
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Svetlana Volkov "Overall Thoughts On The Character"
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Lorna Dunn "Overall Thoughts On The Character"
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David Lawson "Overall Thoughts On The Character"
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❦ Cecily Ashworth ❦ "How cool is my cousin?!"
Iris hasn't seen Cecily since two or three reunions ago, as the forensic tech was busy with college. They don't know each other all too well, but family is family. When Iris moved to Justice, Cecily helped her move into her apartment, and when Cecily's old lease expired, Iris suggested Cecily move in with her. Instead, Cecily moved in with Riley, and got thrown into this mess. The two cousins are mostly Facebook friends, liking each other's photos, and wishing each other a happy birthday--but not much more than that.
Caesar Gonzalez "Overall Thoughts On The Character"
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Riley Ridgeway "Overall Thoughts On The Character"
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Jeremy Bennet "Overall Thoughts On The Character"
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Risa Couri "Overall Thoughts On The Character"
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Lucas Walsh "Overall Thoughts On The Character"
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Felix Hausen "Overall Thoughts On The Character"
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Tuesday Ridgeway "Overall Thoughts On The Character"
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Natasha Brinne "Overall Thoughts On The Character"
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Scott Fairburne "Overall Thoughts On The Character"
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J. Keystone "Overall Thoughts On The Character"
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Danica Graves Murder Clues
She didn't shoot nice and close to the temple, uncharacteristic of a suicide.
A blonde woman - Proserpine - stole the gun Danica used, the same gun Peyton killed herself with.
Her half-sister, Peyton, killed herself six months ago in the same place.
The shell casing (9x 19mm Parabellum shell casing) from the bullet she killed herself with was rusted
The gun itself was Austrian, out of circuit for roughly thirty years.
Danica had a cube-ish object in her hands, the same one Peyton found in the tomb of the sisters.
Danica recognized her killer.
J.D. Mason apparently tried to do the same thing as Danica supposedly did, under observation now at the mental ward
Roy covered up Peyton's murder--related, even though killers are different
Had a habit of breaking and entering -- arrested by Roy a few times
Christopher Wallace Murder Clues
Wallace's final words were a name, Prooooosssssr'neeee, likely referring to the woman Prosperine.
Bugs in hospital room - unknown vial attached to IV, needles coming out of pillow, cell phone cloning jacker, remote transmission mic
The call from the hospital reported Wallace had been drunk, yet a toxicology report confirmed nothing of the kind. Instead, he was found with a head injury from being struck with a gun.
Other Clues Or Points Of Interest
Case file 6983-95-IBZ2F - Cameron White
Case file 4827-IB-861 - Peyton Glencross
Case file 2030-FR-932 - Lyle Marlestone
Case file 7354-DW-592 - Alicia and Lorna
Case file 3634-ST-263 - Jeremy Bennett -- curious that he died because Amy was too late, perhaps intentional that way
Case file 7353-JQ-889 - Stephanie Gretchen - holdings broken into, died from shoddy medical work, again another murder from Amy?
Case file 3533-FW-577 - Ally Cranks - massive car pile up Riley was in, started it, died. Prosperpine claimed her body, signed Jane Doe on the forms, minor injuries.
Case file 5461-LX-115 - Lawson - bled out at the docks
Professor Gerard went into hiding and has some object of significance with him, called Lunillud Aleae
"Valentine is done. Here but now they're gone."
There have been at least four Mr. March's--likely will be another. Odd, as March seems to work with Juno, but Juno appears to be a radical feminist organization.
Leader of Juno: Newton's cradle, red lips, named Juno, going to visit Titaness
Diana = Amy Chang Prosperine = Woman who tried to kill Cecily Vesta = Alicia Gonzalez - joined six months prior Cantus = Ally Cranks - new - DJ Gaia = Stephanie Gretchen, owns Gretchen Mortgage LLC Nova Cibum = Sarah, Tank's slight girlfriend - new Venus = Leanna McCormick, Secretary of Defense Minerva = Regina Eilheart, media mogul Terra = ??? Siren = ??? Iniquis = Zatara Lyo, SC justice
Cecily recognizes Mr. March -- won't be able to put her finger on it
Juno members have the weird cube tattoo
Alicia and Lorna were found on the shore near the airport
Jezebel attacked by the same people who attacked Relic
Riley got in a car accident.
Roy, Lucas, and Risa seem to have all worked for Argus, a sketchy organization at war with Juno
Male and Female signs signal Juno and Argus
Mali was attacked by gang members with a male sign
Alicia and Gretchen have the brands. Gretchen's is far older. All beaten horribly.
Amy Chang gets hit by Lorna.
Felix was beaten by Mr. March
Power outage was supposedly an attempt on Leann's life.
Kelley Breeden, missing for 8 months, MSS, Seattle, burned,
Felix gets the trinket in a box in the mail
Kerosene in Alicia and Lorna's lungs
Someone tried to hack Relic's files
Relic found one of the objects in a jewelry store in the Diamond District
Whites were a couple in name only--moved in to look for the cube likely
Lorna's neck was snapped with a rope, business like
Proserpine killed Alicia and Lorna at the airport hangar facility for Queensguard "a bombing, a drowning, a shooting, a stabbing."
Basement of Boston Heights seems to connect to the rest of the city - underground tunnels
Ronnie = Griffin?
Whites had the evidence bag with the gun in it hidden away
Dr. Chang flew Natasha in on favor from Queensguard
Compound is Northeast of Noelle's neighborhood, fifteen foot high brick, large grate with hole cut in so they can get inside, water smells of jet fuel
Some sort of new drug is part of the drug drop
Juno attempted to recruit out of Argus
Friends of Trisha are "either a gun runner, drug dealer, or pimp"
Roy is being shady
The Notebook
Iris Kingston
"Just because someone stumbles and loses their way, it doesn't mean they're lost forever."
║ ☯ Nothing Yet - Neutral ║ ✿ Seems Unlikely - Friend ║ ❅ Snowballs Chance In Hell - BFF ║ ♡ Never In A Million Years - Infatuation ║ ║ ❦ Cleared - Considered Family ║ ☣ Suspect - Tense ║ ☢ Probable - Dislikes ║ ☠ Guilty - Enemy ║
☯ Mali Anson ☯ "Nous ne nous sommes pas parlées beaucoup."
Iris met Mali after contacting the owner of a conspiracy theory site. And after a brief period of terrifying information, Mali left with Relic and Iris followed suit, heading onto the Diamond District. She doesn't have too much of an opinion yet, though she imagines that she's in deep in whatever conspiracy this ultimately turns out to be. If there is a conspiracy, of course - which seems likely, given Cynthia's kidnapping.
❦ Cecily Ashworth ❦ "Ma cousine! Elle est très intelligente!"
Iris adores her cousin Cecily. They may only be third cousins, but family reunions were family reunions. Cecily and Iris weren't too far apart in age, and since Iris didn't get to see Cecily very often growing up, there was always a sense of novelty. They've only grown more distant over the years, but to Iris, family is family no matter how often you see them.
☯ Caesar Gonzalez ☯ "Je ne connais pas cet homme..."
Iris saw a glimpse of Caesar at the asylum and she wasn't quite sure what he was doing there. Of course, her mind was more focused on Cynthia at the time and since no one else was protesting him being there, she wasn't going to.
☯ Riley Ridgeway ☯ "J'aime beaucoup ses chansons!"
Iris has a few of Riley's songs on her phone. She sings along to them sometimes and cannot believe that her cousin is living with an actual rockstar. Of course, Iris hasn't properly met Riley yet. They had a few minutes of interaction during the aftermath of Jaina and Cynthia's attacks, but Riley left when Felix headed to the hospital and that was that.
☯ Felix Hausen ☯ "L'auteur...Je ne sais pas qu'il faut croire..."
Iris feels bad about what happened to Felix and she hopes that the man recovers. However, she also isn't too sure why an author was looking around an asylum anyways. Something just rubs her the wrong way about it. Normal people don't do that, as far as she's aware.
☯ Jonathan Keystone ☯ "C'est qui?"
Iris saw Keystone briefly at the asylum, hanging around her cousin. She isn't sure who he is exactly or what he does, but again, her mind was focused on Cynthia during the entire fiasco. He likely isn't a bad guy, Iris just hasn't gotten a chance to interact with him properly.
☯ Natasha Brinne ☯ "Je ne la connais pas aussi."
Iris hasn't met Natasha yet.
❦ Iris Kingston ❦ "C'est moi! Je suis innocente!"
Iris is filled with compassion for other people and strives to see the best in them, but she doesn't always see the best in herself. Her confidence can be easily shaken due to her insecurity and while she tends to give credit to others, she never does to herself. As much as she tries to be the best she can and treat everyone with decency and respect, Iris is hard on herself. She feels she can always do something more.
☯ Priya Khurana ☯ "Je suis desolée...Qui?"
Iris hasn't met Priya yet.
☯ Marc Tinder ☯ "L'agent? Il me semble gentil."
Iris respects Marc greatly for all he's done so far to help Cynthia. If there's anything Iris can do to make his job a little bit easier, she'll do it. It's easy to sit back and watch as horrible things happen. Those who try to stop them, in Iris' mind, are the bravest and kindest souls in the world. They're also some of the rarest.
Alicia & Lorna Murder Clues
Alicia and Lorna were found on the shore near the airport
Alicia and Gretchen have the brands. Gretchen's is far older. All beaten horribly.
Kerosene in Alicia and Lorna's lungs
Lorna's neck was snapped with a rope, business like. Alicia's death was personal.
Female suspect killed Alicia and Lorna at the airport hangar facility for Queensguard "a bombing, a drowning, a shooting, a stabbing."
A card for the Justice Asylum For The Criminally Insane, located in the RedLight District. The card has a name on it - Dr. Kingston, 3932 Chicago Heights. This was found in Alicia's office.
Zoie Crawford serves as Proserpine's alibi for the incident
Proserpine knows who killed Alicia and Lorna.
Natasha is not the killer.
Other Clues Or Points Of Interest
Case file 6983-95-IBZ2F - Cameron White
Case file 4827-IB-861 - Peyton Glencross
Case file 2030-FR-932 - Lyle Marlestone
Case file 7354-DW-592 - Alicia and Lorna
Case file 3634-ST-263 - Jeremy Bennett -- curious that he died because Amy was too late, perhaps intentional that way
Case file 7353-JQ-889 - Stephanie Gretchen - holdings broken into, died from shoddy medical work, again another murder from Amy?
Case file 3533-FW-577 - Ally Cranks - massive car pile up Riley was in, started it, died. Prosperpine claimed her body, signed Jane Doe on the forms, minor injuries.
Case file 5461-LX-115 - Lawson - bled out at the docks
Professor Gerard went into hiding and has some object of significance with him, called Lunillud Aleae
There have been at least four Mr. March's--likely will be another. Odd, as March seems to work with Juno, but Juno appears to be a radical feminist organization.
Leader of Juno: Newton's cradle, red lips, named Juno, going to visit Titaness
Diana = Amy Chang Prosperine = Cynthia Ross Vesta = Alicia Gonzalez - joined six months prior Cantus = Ally Cranks - new - DJ Gaia = Stephanie Gretchen, owns Gretchen Mortgage LLC Nova Cibum = Sarah, Tank's slight girlfriend - new Venus = Leanna McCormick, Secretary of Defense Minerva = Regina Eilheart, media mogul Terra = ??? Siren = ??? Iniquis = Zatara Lyo, SC justice
Cecily recognizes Mr. March -- won't be able to put her finger on it
Juno members have the weird cube tattoo
Jezebel attacked by the same people who attacked Relic
Riley got in a car accident.
Roy, Lucas, and Risa seem to have all worked for Argus, a sketchy organization at war with Juno
Male and Female signs signal Juno (and Argus?)
Mali was attacked by gang members with a male sign
Amy Chang was hit by Leann.
Felix was beaten by Mr. March
Power outage was supposedly an attempt on Leann's life.
Kelley Breeden, missing for 8 months, MSS, Seattle, burned,
Felix gets the trinket in a box in the mail
Someone tried to hack Relic's files
Relic found one of the objects in a jewelry store in the Diamond District
Whites were a couple in name only--moved in to look for the cube likely
Basement of Boston Heights seems to connect to the rest of the city - underground tunnels
Ronnie = Griffin?
Whites had the evidence bag with the gun in it hidden away
Dr. Chang flew Natasha in on favor from Queensguard
Compound is Northeast of Noelle's neighborhood, fifteen foot high brick, large grate with hole cut in so they can get inside, water smells of jet fuel
Character Name: Jaina Aurora Sarbye Age: 33 Public Occupation: Psychiatric Patient Languages: English, Russian
Appearance
Height: 5'5" Weight: 140 pounds Build: Athletic Eyes: Blue Hair: Blonde (Naturally Brown) Skin Tone: Lightly tanned Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Only mental scars Personal Style: Jaina has a love for anything bright, obnoxious, and sparkly. If she had her way, she'd walk around dressed in her old circus attire all the time, and for added fun, she'd have some ribbons trail from her arms. Unfortunately, asylum policies don't allow strings. She tends to be in white sweat pants and a brightly colored t-shirt, all to add a little extra sunshine to her life. Her hairstyle is constantly changing, though she is partial to braided pigtails. And stage makeup. The more extreme, the better.
Psychology
Happy * Psychotic * Carefree * Reckless
Sexuality: Demisexual Relationship Status: Single Personality: Initially, Jaina was a quiet and sweet young girl, always seeing the best in everyone and trying her very best. She could never hurt a fly. In a military family, with loud and bold personalities, Jaina's personality provided contrast. No one could have expected her to become what she is today. However, after the experimental treatment she received from her brother, she became insane, to the extent that she is always happy. It is frightening, almost, her constant positivity. And while she has grown older, her psychosis hasn't changed.
Her psychosis manifests itself in many ways. Jaina lacks understanding of several concepts, the most concerning being life and death. It's a miracle she grasps the notion of object permanence still. To her, there's hardly anything to be afraid of in the world. Death is all an illusion, just something that others stress out about. Even when witnessing death or killing someone herself, Jaina is as unfazed as can be. There's a gigantic disconnect in her brain. This causes her to be fearless and confident, but also rash, reckless, and stupid. She's like a gambler, only she's betting her own life with each and every decision she makes.
Habits: Incessant giggling, swaying as if to music
Cards On The Table
General World Skills:
Breaking and Entering
Disguise
Escape Artist
Sleight of Hand
Intuition
Combat Skills:
Pistols (Dual Wielding)
Acrobatics
Throwing Knives
Tae Kwan Doe
Climbing
Possessions:
Current Clothing - white sweat pants, patterned purple zip-up hoodie, soft purple-pink tank top, crisp white sneakers.
Hair ties
Bobby pin
A Queen of Hearts playing card, with a bullet hole through the upward facing face of the queen
The Basics: Jaina was the youngest child of the Sarbye family, with several older siblings, as well as a twin brother, Jacen. They were a military family primarily, with every family member going into some form of service. They had sisters in the navy, brothers in the army, and a sister in the air force. It was family tradition. But the twins, neither of them wanted to join the military. They went through JROTC like the rest of the family, but when it came time for graduation, Jacen turned down an offer to become a Navy Nuke and went to Harvard to study neuroscience. Jaina, meanwhile, vanished.
She had run off and joined a primarily Russian circus. Sweet and a little bit shy, the circus helped to coax her out of her shell. And while it didn't happen overnight, she eventually made it as a first string acrobat, performing for crowds (primarily of small children) as they traveled the continental United States. The circus became her family, but a second string acrobat was jealous of Jaina's success. They loosened the riggings during her act, intending to humiliate Jaina and cause her to lose her spot--but the safety net hadn't been tested in years. When Jaina crashed into it, it broke, and she fell.
While she survived, she sustained brain damage at the young age of twenty eight. Her brother, now a doctor in experimental neuropsychology, tried his best to take care of his sister. He administered electroshock therapy to her, in order to help her regain what she had lost--and he was successful. Too successful. The brain damage was vanquished, her sanity along with it.
She now resides in Justice Asylum for the Criminally Insane. Her actions had culminated in a charge of second degree murder, though she was acquitted due to a mistrial. They couldn't put her in prison, but it was clear her sanity wasn't there--and so, it was the asylum for her.
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The Notebook
Jaina Sarbye
"I wonder what happens if I do this..."
║ ☯ Nothing Yet - Neutral ║ ✿ Seems Unlikely - Friend ║ ❅ Snowballs Chance In Hell - BFF ║ ♡ Never In A Million Years - Infatuation ║ ║ ❦ Cleared - Considered Family ║ ☣ Suspect - Tense ║ ☢ Probable - Dislikes ║ ☠ Guilty - Enemy ║
☯ Mali Anson ☯ "Who?"
Jaina hasn't met Mali yet.
☯ Cecily Ashworth ☯ "I don't know her...And neither do the voices...I'm kidding! I don't hear voices...Or at least, I don't think I do? I'll have to check!"
Jaina hasn't met Cecily yet.
☯ Caesar Gonzalez ☯ "If his name wasn't Caesar Gonzalez, he'd be a John Doe because who the hell knows who he is, right?"
Jaina hasn't met Caesar yet.
❅ Riley Ridgeway ❅ "Oh she's lovely! I so wanna just rip her vocal chords out and tie them into a bow!"
Before Jaina's accident and subsequent descent into insanity, Riley's band performed at Jaina's circus. It was a bit of an odd arrangement but it made both groups money. A then sweet and kind Jaina showed Riley around the place. Of course, while Jaina remembers that dimly now, she's mostly focused on wondering if Riley's vocal chords would sound just as pretty if removed from her body.
♡ Felix Hausen ♡ "A true piece of art!"
To Jaina, Felix isn't actually a person. Instead, he's a masterpiece created by Cynthia, who Jaina sees as a younger version of herself. Anyone who tried to change what Cynthia did to him is guilty of destroying some of the best art ever created. It would be like trying to change the Mona Lisa--you just don't do that!!
☯ Jonathan Keystone ☯ "I didn't know stones could be keys..."
Jaina hasn't met Keystone yet.
☯ Natasha Brinne ☯ "Was she at my trial?"
Jaina hasn't met Natasha yet.
☠ Iris Kingston ☠ "You know what they say! Все врачи горят в аду!"
Jaina doesn't like doctors. At all. But you know what would be a definite improvement? Electroshock therapy! It makes everything better! She'd love to let Dr. Kingston take it out for a spin one day! With something to bite down on of course, wouldn't want those teeth to get hurt...But the Brits don't take care of them anyways, so would it really matter?
☠ Priya Khurana ☠ "Awww, love that girl! She arrested me~!"
Jaina was nearly convicted of murder in the second degree thanks to Priya. Due to a mistrial, she was let off the hook and eventually transferred her way from asylum to asylum, ending up here in Justice. Every so often, Jaina sends Priya sweet little cards, featuring phrases such as I love your skin! Can I wear it? and I can't wait to see you again! We could play Russian Roulette!
Alicia & Lorna Murder Clues
They're fine, look at them! *nudges corpses with foot* See?! They moved!
*reads scribbled sharpie notes on arm* Natasha is the killer! Wow, I solved it! Wait...I forgot a word...She's not the killer. Haha, my b.
Name:Priya Kalini Khurana Aliases:Just goes by Priya Age: 27 Birthday: July 12 Ethnicity: Indian Birth Place: New York, NY Residence: Chicago Heights - 1103 (First Floor) - Justice, California Gender: Female Major/Minor: Criminal Justice/Psychology Occupation: Cold Case Detective for New York State Police Department, transferring to Justice Police Department 54 Languages: English (Fluent), Hindi (Fluent)
Appearance
Height:5'7'' Weight: 123 lbs Build: Athletic, Curvy Eyes: Brown Hair: Black Skin Tone: Tan Tattoos/Scars/Piercings:Ear piercings on both ears (2 on left, 1 on right), Right wrist tattoo of her sister's name Personal Style: Priya tends to have two sets of style. The first is her work attire. Typically, she typically wears more business like clothing such as blazers, jackets, dress pants, slacks, boots, or heels depending on the situation. Outside of work, Priya will wear dresses, flowy tops and skirts, and flats, boots, or heels. When she's around her home, she will wear sweats and a tank top for maximum comfort.
She typically wears her hair down unless going to a more formal event. She wears makeup, usually mascara, eyeliner, eye shadow, foundation, and lip gloss. She prefers darker colors in purple, red, and blue. She will usually get her nails done but doesn't usually paint them. When with her family she will wear traditional garb such as her Sari and her Bindu, but she tries to limit these visits and events as much as possible.
Sexuality: Heterosexual Relationship Status: Single Personality: Priya is a hard-working woman aiming to prove to herself and to her family that she is doing what she needs to do. Priya is very brave and courageous, not one to back down from confrontation, even when the odds are stacked against her. She can get into these types of situations due to her impulsive nature. She is your go-to person when you need something done or investigated quickly and critically.
Priya is also very steadfast in her opinions and her motives. She knows what she wants and it takes a mountain of evidence and support to get her to waver from her end goal. Due to the high risk nature of the job and the fact she is both a woman and young, she needs to be very demanding and critical when she is on the job, expecting nothing but the best results. This can prove annoying to others who don't know her too well, but she is isn't in it for the glory or the recognition. She is, above all else, a defender of justice. Habits:
Tends to swear in Hindi when angry
Types with the three-finger method as opposed to using all fingers
What Brings You To The City: Priya took the job on a gut feeling. Having decorated herself as a competent detective specializing in cold cases primarily, she wanted a chance to explore new surroundings. In the back of her mind, The Abductor wasn't in New York anymore. When word got around about the happenings in Justice, Priya jumped on the chance to transfer. Though her parents didn't approve, she was determined to get out of New York, even for a bit. Who knows? She may pick up an old friend on the way.
Life Before You Moved In: Priya was born along with her sister Prisha to Riya and Varun in New York City. They led a decent life not wanting for much, but they were by no means wealthy. Priya and Prisha were close, the two never separating from each other for long. Their friendship grew as they got older. It wasn't until they were 10 years old that that bond would be tested. A serial killer who targeted twins was making their rounds in New York. While walking home, Prisha was abducted. Priya was questioned by the police on what she saw, but she didn't account much. The search went on to find Prisha before two weeks passed. It was too late in the end and Prisha's body was found.
Priya suffered from depression, going to therapy after those events. She blamed herself as she was sure she was the intended target, but Prisha sacrificed herself in her stead. Her parents worried about her and due to their own worry, kept her indoors most of the time except when she had to go to school. As the years went on, Priya eventually overcame her depression, but in its place a sense of justice. Aiming to take criminals down who continue to take people from their families, she joined the police force after graduating college.
Priya worked hard, starting at the bottom eventually making detective after she took down a small crime ring, earning her a Medal of Valor. Her chief noticed her knack for psychology and criminology and offered her a position as a Cold Case Detective. Part of the reason he did so was because The Abductor had never been caught. With his file in her hands, she pursued the case, eventually figuring out The Abductor left New York. Hoping for new surroundings and a chance to further prove herself, she took a spot to transer to Justice, California.
Life Since You Moved In: Priya has only recently arrived and things haven't been officially finalized yet. She still needs to check in to the police and get a handle on her living situation. So far, she sees Justice as an interesting place to start over.
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Character Quote: "I will not back down. Not now. Not ever." Theme Song: Dirty Little Secret: She sees her sister occasionally. Whether it is real or just her imagination is another matter. Anything Else:Link
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Cecily Ashworth "Overall Thoughts On The Character"
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Caesar Gonzalez "Overall Thoughts On The Character"
Relation Details
👋Riley Ridgeway👋 "Maybe I knew a song or two, but I didn't know her. Now I do and she's been through quite a lot. The fact it hasn't broken her is admirable."
Priya wasn't too keen on having Riley around during her investigation, but it slowly became apparent the girl was an important point in everything. Not only that, but she has to deal with the death of her sister, something Priya knows only too well. She wouldn't call Riley a friend, not yet anyway, but maybe they are on their way.
Jonathan Keystone "Overall Thoughts On The Character"
Name:Bartholomew James Rosecliff Aliases:Bart Age:24 Birthday: December 3rd Ethnicity: Caucasian Birth Place: Los Angeles Apartment Number: 4f - Imperial Apartments Gender: Male Major/Minor: Computer Science, minor in linguisics Occupation: Freelance Software Developer Languages: English, Mandarin
Appearance
Height: 6'1" Weight: 160 pounds Build: Well fed, but not overweight. He has a runner's body, muscles present and visible, though not over proportioned Eyes: Emerald green Hair: Natural blonde. His hair is the definition of organized chaos, a kind of messy that's so consistent it looks to be on purpose. Skin Tone: Lightly tanned Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: None to speak of Personal Style: Bart dresses for comfort, and for him that normally means clothes like loose fitting T-shirts, hoodies depending on the temperature, jeans, and sneakers.
Psychology
Intelligent * Overeager * Charming * Curious
Sexuality: Bisexual Relationship Status: Single Personality: Every major achievement in Bart's life can be attributed to his natural curiosity. He is almost clinically incapable of leaving a subject alone once it's caught his interest, which is by no means a difficult thing to do. Many a night have been taken up by him toiling away in his room, researching whatever new topic has caught his attention. He can border on obsessive when he finds a new thing to latch onto, and has even been known to forget to eat on several occasions when he really gets into learning about a new subject. This has the natural consequence of making him as least familiar with many topics, though his familiarity by no means implies a proficiency.
This also means that Bart is very good at talking to people, being able to casually talk about most subjects. And when people have interests that he hasn't caught onto yet, he's always ready to give them a chance to educate him. While he loves talking to people though, he often doesn't have time to. Either working or absorbing himself in whatever topic has struck his interest that week. Concerning his work, if he can be said to have any longstanding interests, programming and software design can be said to one of them. He's technically unemployed right now, but he's really freelancing because he wants to expand his practical experience, and work on as many projects as possible. Habits: He goes for a run pretty much every night, it gives him a chance to clear his head. Cracking his knuckles. Hobbies: Long Distance Running, Programming, Reading and editing Wikipedia articles. Fears: 3 real fears that make your character unhinged
Going blind
Losing the use of his hands
Being forgotten.
Likes:
Learning
Natural Language Processing (He wrote his master's thesis on this)
Running
Sharing what he knows with others
TV Drama's (He needs things playing in the background while he works)
Tea
Cats
Books
Dislikes:
Coffee, he's a tea drinker through and through
Liars
Dogs
Thunderstorms
Self destructive behavior
Gambling
Cards On The Table
General World Skills:
Programming
Fire Starting
Basic cooking
Hacking
Organization
Combat Skills:
Endurance Running
Strategy
Basic Taekwondo
What Is On Your Person: This includes your clothing, jewelry, your wallet, your id, your keys; phone, credit cards, cash, pictures of mom and dad, tooth picks, smokes, lighter, weapons you may carry, shoes, purse and so forth. If it is not listed you are not carrying it. Again, keep it grounded in the real world.
Bookbag
Phone
Earbuds
Laptop
Wallet
License
Petty Cash (less than $100)
Credit card
Apartment: This is your stash basically - all your items that are not on you at all times. General things need not be listed like a bed, microwave and so forth. Somethings are just a given. But things like Computers, Weapons stash, books, files on people,a comic book collection, special mementos, and so forth are something that need to be listed out and very detailed. Make sure to know that this will be updated through out the RP - Computers have to be scraped, bullets get used. Again, keep this grounded in reality. You won't have an arsenal! Bare bones to start folks.
Desktop Computer
Personal library, consisting of books from fiction, to any of the subject's he's been particularly interested in in the past.
His black cat, Lucky
Basic tools
Deck of cards
Bicycle
History
What Brings You To The City: Bart's looking for a fresh start, somewhere to get situated and comfortable with himself after the six years of college he just endured, and most importantly start job hunting. He's lucky enough to have the financial ability to do this, by way of him not really having student loans to pay off. Scholarships, and freelance work through college was enough to keep him from the crippling debt that most students have crushing them.
Life Before You Moved In: Much of Bart's youth was spent in the public library, which is where he really got his curiosity and love of learning. That wasn't why he started going there however. His parent's weren't the type of people meant to raise a child by any means, living off jobs that wouldn't ever last for more than 3 months at a time, unemployment, and entirely too much support from their own parents. Nights were spent drinking their troubles away, or vegging out watching T.V. Bart would likely off ended up with a fate like this as well, if he hadn't found his home at the library. In many ways, it was a much more welcoming and nicer place than his household, giving him a chance to socialize, learn, and relax.
Bart's Middle and High School experienced continued well for him, being relatively well liked and performing well in his classes. It was around the end of Middle School when he found his love of programming and computers in general. He'd started learning and teaching himself about the subject after learning about Alan Turning and the cracking of the Enigma code during World War II. He found himself particularly enthralled by the idea of computers tackling problems in such rigorous and quick ways that humans would never be able to solve on their own. What made programming stick, as opposed to all his other interests at this point, was that it was something he could practice and develop on his own, without any real need for special equipment, guidance, or adult supervision. Not only that, but as he grew more and more proficient, he could use these specific skills to understand more about the world than he could've by only reading before. Now he could simulate and experiment with things, or put them into relational databases, and highlight connections he might not of noticed before. It was also around this age he started running for his school's cross country team, and while he never was the best or fastest at it, he found joy in it he'd previously been lacking, giving him a physical outlet for home and life stresses.
He was top of his class when it came time for him to graduate high school, and went on for what amounted to an almost full ride at a state school. He stayed strong throughout college, majoring in Computer Science, and finding the focus of his classes refreshing compared to the educational menagerie that was high school. He ended up deciding to focus his studies even more on Machine learning and Natural Language Processing, which is why he chose to minor in linguistics. It was also around this time when he picked up Mandarin, mostly to round out his overall understanding of language. Around his second year, he'd reached a high enough level of proficiency that he was able to start doing freelance work to support himself. It helped grow him as a professional, and offered the extra bit of practice that a purely formal education could never give him. While not perfect as a college student, he ended up graduating Magma Cum Laude, which was enough for him to be happy.
Life Since You Moved In: He's only recently into Justice this last week, and he hasn't gotten a chance to meet too many people. Most of his past week has been bogged down with settling in, updating his online profiles to reflect his new location, and only starting to get his name out there in search of more freelance work. He's been out on a few runs, and anybody who's been out at night may have seen him. In the past few days, he's been trying to make an effort to frequent local businesses to acquaint himself with the neighborhood. The first thing he did, however, was get himself a cat. He'd always wanted a pet, but never was able to have one up until this point. There was an adorable black, adult cat up for adoption, who he decided to name lucky, and take him on to live with him.
Extras
Character Quote: Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back. Theme Song: I Am the Very Model of a Modern Major-General Dirty Little Secret: Bart will never, under practically any circumstances, talk about his parents with anybody, Since he started college, they were effectively cut out of his life. Anything Else:I read rules sometimes yeah.
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Name: Robert Adler Aliases: Bert, Robbie Age: 48 Birthday: 6th of December Ethnicity: Caucasian (American-German) Birth Place: Chicago Residence: Apartments above Grimaldi Gender: Male Major/Minor: Majored in Law, Minored in Phychology Occupation: Insurance fraud investigatior Languages: English, German
Appearance
Height: 5ft, 8 inches Weight: 181 lbs Build: Chubby Eyes: Dark grey Hair: Dark blone, greyening Skin Tone: Fair Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: N/A Personal Style:
Robert rarely dresses to impress others around him, instead going for a low-casual style revolving the fact that his wardrobe isn't the size of The Great Lakes. He usually wears a good fall- and winter jacket of a dark colour, switching between being made of leather or fabric. Underneath he wears a shirt, mostly white or red, and normal blue jeans with weathered dress shoes. What, you think working in insurance gives you buttloads of money just like that? Think again kiddo, only when you're selling it. But Robert does sport a fair enough moustache and beard, so at least that's something.
Sexuality: Heterosexual Relationship Status: Married to his desk and job Personality:
Robert is tired. Tired of everything that keeps screwing up in his life. Because it all feels the same, never changing. Robert comes of as a man with little joy in his life most times, and what little joy he has he sure isn't sharing with you. Those he don't know or don't care for, he'll keep conversation short if he can, or sarcastic if he wants to. And as for his work, he's almost gotten used to doubting every case he's on; it's always fraud, always short-term gain. People are funny like that, but he no longer finds the joke amusing.
But he keeps working. Sure he does it because he can't find employment anywhere else, but then again he's good at what he does. Robert's persistant in digging off the dirt of what has happened, and doesn't give up easily once he has his mind set on it. Even if he's tired, he knows he's got a job to do. Same might apply for the few people he knows he can count on out there; the friends who didn't judge him for failing in life, those he's boxing with, the person his heart beats a little bit faster for. He's loyal towards them, afraid of losing them, even if some he can't get. He's a very conflicted man like that.
Habits: Stretching his fingers, arms, neck and such to pop joints, and quietly humming to Genesis. Hobbies: Boxing, reading crime novels, watching German televison Fears:
Claustrophobia
Leg-Lamps. Lamps made to look like legs. They're terrifying.
Alcohol withdrawel
Likes:
Poirot
Beer
The end of the week
Genesis - With Phil Collins, fight me.
Warm and sunny days
Easy cases
Dislikes:
Liars
His boss
Mondays
Pasta
Winter
Rain
Cards On The Table
General World Skills:
Law
Number-Cracking
People-Reading
Research
Driving (Car)
Combat Skills:
Boxing
Pistol
Endurance
Throwing
Stamina
What Is On Your Person:
Clothing: Dark brown leater jacket, blue jeans, red cotton shirt, brown dress shoes, fall gloves.
Wallet: Driver's License, 60 $ of cash, Firearm's License, Credit Card, Boxing Club membership card
Cell Phone, Samsung Galaxy S4
Car keys
Notebook and pen
Apartment keys
Access card to Insurance Company
Glock 26
Spare magazine (10 rounds)
Residence:
Laptop
External computer storage
Boxing gloves
9mm Ammunition (two magazines, 10 rounds each)
Books on Law and Physcology
His (unprofessional) collection of Agatha Christie books
His stereo player from the 90's
Vinyl collection (including Genesis)
2004 Ford Crown Victoria
History
What Brings You To The City:
What brings Robert to Chicago isn't perhaps the best way to ask that question, rather "What keeps you in Chicago?" would be better. Robert was born and bred in the streets of Chicago, studied there and got his line-of-work sorted out there. Even if he wanted to leave the city, get away from his old problem-filled life, he was stuck there with his job as an insurance-scam agent. If he can't get a promotion after so many years on the job, what makes him believe it's any easier out there? So it's best for him to stay in Chicago and live his life like he has so far.
Life Before You Moved In:
Robert had a pretty normal childhood and youth, like most kids in 1970's America. Happily married parents with a single child, who worked decent jobs and owned an American-made car that brought the three of them on many a roadtrip across the country, sometimes across the border to Canadia. Robert showed promise as a highschool student, scoring far above average in mathematics and earning him several prices in school competitions. He even proved to be a good pitcher on the school's baseball team, though he had higher ambitions that just being good at sport. After highschool he decided to go to university to become a lawyer. That was surely the way to become as happy and succesful as his parents?
Turns out it wasn't. Robert's achivements in highschool didn't translate well into university, and he soon became just an average student who's life failed to improve as he ended up with a mediocre education in an mediocre economy that didn't mediocre lawyers. And it hit down hard on Robert, becoming the failure compared to his parents. They never openly judged him, but silently he knew what they thought, so it wasn't long before he moved out on his own far away from their prying eyes.
For a few year he didn't get far with his law-degree, instead working odd-jobs and temp-positions here and there. He even picked up boxing as an hobby, became decent in that too. But when he got offered what looked like a good job working in insurance, Robert wasn't in any position to say no. And so he began working as an insurance fraud investigator, digging up the dirt on people trying to get benefits and money they didn't deserve.
For a while that was good enough, proving himself to be a good investigator who could crack the numbers and find out where certain policies didn't add up. Working with people up front and personal proved that he also had a knack for figuring whether they were lying or not. And that was all well and good, until Robert realized he had worked the same job at the same desk in the same building for over 15 years. But he was stuck; he couldn't feasably get another job, not in that economy. So he stuck at the same job.
Life Since You Moved In:
And so life stayed pretty much the same for the coming years. Only thing that changed was that Robert got a gun and learned to shoot once it seemed life in the city was on a downward spiral to Hell, or someplace ever worse. That, and his growing facial hair and belly at the expense for his looks. Now Robert is without his parents, any partner or loved one, and any positive future except when he can retire in...how many years that was he was having trouble solving the math out of, but not for lack of trying.
Extras
Character Quote: "You'd think people would insure themselves against stupidity or something, but no; they're insured against things that don't happen to the averange American. Only people who actually are smart enough are cheating the system for the money. And that's where I come in." Theme Song: Dirty Little Secret: Is secretly deeply in love with someone else in the company, but she doesn't know and is married. He'd do anything for her though. Anything Else:"It's not a skirt!"
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The unusually long list of NPC's for this RP. Some are alive, some are dead, some were just blips, some are former PC's. All have, are, or will serve a purpose. Below is listed only the most basic of information on each, it is up to you to keep all your information up to date.
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