Azseth

A Thin Blue Line - Paranormal Police RP. (Prologue and Azseth)

Ken hid a smirk and just nodded. The team was a mix of a few veterans, a few people with some time under their belt, and then some very new blood. He was always interested in the dynamics of the groups, seeing how well they mix and then on his end, adjusting the group to make sure things are cohesive. It wasn’t just about their powers, it was about the case and it was about the individuals. In this case, he selected Skye for two main reasons. First off, and the most obvious, she was an enhancer and he was a mundane. When it came to mundanes, the majority of them were only as useful as their enchanter. There were a few individuals that could hold their own, but most mundane were better suited for office work or scenarios that didn’t involve potentially dangerous supernaturals. The other part is that Ken wanted to see how well Skye did in a role that was less “follow” and more “lead.” It wasn’t much, but it was something and he was eager to see how she performed.

After the nod, Darrius moved to the door as he was the closest one, opened it and motioned with his head for the other to come. Stan stood up, cleared his throat and walked in, closing the door behind him. He moved to the table and gave a quick look around the room at the individuals. Some he recognized from what little information he was able to dig up about the team, but his eyes immediately went to and stayed on Christy for a fraction of a second longer than the rest. He rationalized it off as her simply standing out with the black hair, clothes, and red splashed. Red naturally drew the attention, but then again, so did a deeply cut v-neck...

He looked and then set his eyes on the man at the table’s end, who he assumed to be the person who was in charge to some degree or the other. They met eyes and finally the other man spoke. “I’m agent Ken Granderson. I’m the senior agent, I essentially run things at this level. I answer to Chief Givens who is out on official business today. Welcome to the team. Take a moment and introduce yourself as you see fit and we’ll give some nice little introductions also. Agent Humes, go ahead.”

Stan only took a brief moment to mull over what to say. He didn’t want to make it long winded, boring, and seem like he was trying to pump himself up, but he didn’t want to leave out anything relevant or make it seem as if he didn’t care. “Thank you Agent Granderson. I’m sure most of you have either read something on me, or talked about it, or if you haven’t then you don’t really give a shit either way. So, I’m Stan Humes. My last assignment was working narcotics and gang cases in Detroit until I put in for a transfer to here. I worked a lot with tactical also as that area is not the most ideal vacation spot.

Originally, I was raised in Missouri, or as I say, Misery. I don’t really plan on going back. Prior to that, I did one enlistment in the Marines,” at this point he looked over to Tom and nodded. Tom nodded back, mentally noting that apparently, Stan had done some homework. “I did a tour in Iraq and Somalia. Skip to today, I’m extremely happy to be here and plan to be an asset to the team. I enjoy doing this line of work and hope to be here for the long haul.” He looked around one more time, eyes once again falling to Christy and lingering before looking away. “I’m very excited to be here and help the team.”

He nodded and looked over to Granderson to indicate he was done, at which point Ken said, “Agent Mashinski, why don’t you start. Agent Humes, feel free to sit.” Stan moved to take a seat as Darrius stood. “I’m Darrius Mashinski. I’m born and raised around Indiana, but I... traveled a bit in my time before joining the Agency. Willfully I might add. I am a shapeshifter and can change my characteristics pretty much at will. I also sing karaoke on Fridays.” He ended with a grandiose bow and sat back down.

At that point, Tom stood up and nodded to Stan. “I am Tom Groves. Semper Fi. Born and raised in Chicago, go White Sox, and did my time in the Corps. Then I started transitioning into various federal jobs, working my way up to here, which to some is considered a promotion I guess,” he said with a sarcastic smirk. “My power is that I can summon inanimate stuff.” He held up his empty hand and there was suddenly a coffee mug in it. Just like that, it was gone and in front of Stan, who chuckled. Then there was a pocket PDA in his hand. “Let’s see who Christy was calling last night.”

“Hey asshole, that’s enough!” She actually blushed slightly, but just as quickly, the phone was gone and back in her purse.

“And I can’t sing for shit.” With that he sat down.

Christy got up and gave one last ugly look to Tom before smoothing her clothes out. “Hello beautiful. I’m Christy Mareno. Twenty two years old. My powers are those of seduction. I’m able to charm and win over any man, or woman, into doing whatever I want, when I want. No person has ever been able to tel--.”

“Seriously?”

“Ken, shut her up.”

“You’re so full of shit Mareno.”

“Fuck you guys, you know it’s true. I mean shit, it may not be my ‘power’ but no one has ever told me no. So shit, maybe it IS a power. Anyway. Fiiine.” She put her hands on her hips and locked eyes with Stan, who was smiling despite his best efforts to keep a straight face. The room was just too much...as was the look in her eyes. “I’m an elemental mage. I cast fireballs and lightening traps and shit. I’m also single and looking, so if you--“ there was another chorus of boos and comments to shut up and she just threw her hands up in a dramatic fashion. “Ok ok, shit. I was just going to ask if he had any friends. Anyway. Thanks.” She said that, winked and sat back down.

A Thin Blue Line - Paranormal Police RP. (Prologue and Azseth)

Now we're cooking with fire!!

Az

A Thin Blue Line - Paranormal Police RP. (Prologue and Azseth)

They voice of Chief Givens continued over a speaker and he was very brief. “I am not going to be in today, another staff meeting out of state. You know the drill. Granderson is in charge in my absence. I should be back tomorrow and be in the office the following morning.”

There was no sound after that to indicate that he was done, or that he had disconnected, just the absence of his voice. At that point, Ken stood up and looked around, then realized someone, besides the new agent, was missing. “Where the hell i--.“

As soon as he spoke, the door opened and in stepped Darrius. “Sorry, sorry. I got stuck in traffic.” The group wasn’t one to beat individuals up about tardiness, as there were many days agents didn’t come in because of their current investigations keeping them elsewhere. But that didn’t mean they couldn’t ride one another when it happened.

“Yeah, your uh, traffic jam left some of its red make-up on your collar there boss,” Tom rubbed his finger along his own collar as a few others laughed.

Then, Christy sniffed loudly, smirked and said “man, it sure reeks of traffic in here. Like someone spend all night and most of the morning in...traffic.”

“You know what, haha fuck you guys. You’re just jealous. Laugh all you want. I may be a few minutes late tomorrow too.” He held up a middle finger on each hand and waved it to everyone. “But hey, that the new guy out there waiting?”

“It is indeed. His name is Stanley Humes. He comes to us by way of the Detroit Metro PD. Clean record, outstanding physical and mental assessments. I’ve asked around and generally people have good to say or won’t say anything. So I’m not sure what to make of it. Even those with the good comments don’t seem to want to say too much too loudly. That could mean he was into some bad shit, or simply he doesn’t rub his commanding officers the right way. That’ll be Givens’ problem, not ours though. Skye, you’re going to be his primary partner. I’ll be rotating with you two for a few weeks to evaluate things and give my reports to Givens.”

He looked around at those in the room, waiting for any responses or questions before calling in the agent waiting outside.

-pokes everybody-

Yes yes yes....But did you bring pizza?

Az

Cyberpunk 2020 - A Ghost in the Machine

I'm in no rush. If we're waiting, or if we're still moving ahead, let me know. I'm arguably the most patient player in the world.

Az

Looking for mature RP partner. Thanks! (read at own risk!)

I'm willing to start up another 1x1. Just depends on the player and the setting. Tell me about you and your interests?

I read up a bit on ready player one and fuck, that sounds like an amazing read, I'd never heard of it prior. I didn't have time to look up Armada, but I will in the future.

I'm not ONLY looking for a Gantz RP, but it would one I wouldn't really turn down, haha.

Az

A Thin Blue Line - Paranormal Police RP. (Prologue and Azseth)

Inside of the conference room, which is where the morning roll call and meeting took place, a handful of members were already seated, casually talking about several different topics from sports, to last night’s dinner, to the weather. Seated in the large room were Ken, Tom, Christy, Nicholas, and Audrey. The room itself was more than accommodating in terms of size with a table in the center. There were nice office chairs, computers in the table, and several large screens on the walls. Most of those were never really used.

Sitting in casual clothing that consisted of some loose khakis and a collared, long sleeve shirt, Ken checked his watch. As Ken listened to the group talk, he waited, and then when it got quiet enough, he interjected a new topic of discussion. “So you know we got the new guy starting today, right? Anyone get any news on him?”

Christy spun in her chair to look over at Ken, her black hair spilling out and framing her face. She was always the one dressed on the borderline and the first one to make inappropriate comments, and neither was an exception at this moment. Wearing a pair of tight black jeans and an equally tight black and red v-neck shirt, with a very deep V of course, she quickly responded before anyone else could. “I just hope he’s easy on the eyes. Younger. Fun. Most of you, most of you are getting kind of boring. Need some fresh meat.” She smirked and looked from one to the next, not giving away who exactly fit into the MOST group.

Tom chuckled and shook his head slightly, speaking up next. “I looked him up in a few places. Seems well enough. Capable. Mundane. Clean criminal record. Former cop, but the last year, he’s been bounced around. When it comes to the whys, people are hush hush.” He shrugged slightly. “Nothing really screams out shitbird or anything, so I guess we’ll see. Raised in Misery. I didn’t look that far back though. Divorced, single.” He looked over at Christy as he said it and she put her hands on the table and gave a few pumps and moans. Again, Tom shook his head and continued. “Anyway, I’m surprised they didn’t take him into Tactical. He has a bit of experience that would put him up there. Aside from that nothing much. Except some online dating profiles.” There were a few laughs at that last one. Tom didn't laugh, he used to have a dating profile or two himself...

Meanwhile, out in the hall, Stan moved into the hallway and nodded to a few people he passed. No one looked at him rudely, but he could tell people stared a little longer and could feel them turning around to look as he passed. Normally he wouldn’t care, but in light of the circumstances behind his past two work related issues, now he found himself always wondering if someone knew something.

He turned from side to side, unsure which was to go, then moved his head towards where he heard some voices. He saw two females looking over in his direction, one of which nodded slightly, after they stopped talking which he took to mean they were talking about him in some capacity. He looked around for another option but these two were the closest people and he didn’t feel like making an exit in a way that indicated he was avoiding them, so he started to move over to them. “Excuse me ladies. I’m here--it’s my first day. Sorry. I guess, I’m looking for wherever I should be going for any kind of morning muster. I’m with the ASA as of today. Can you point me in the right direction?”

A Thin Blue Line - Paranormal Police RP. (Prologue and Azseth)

Stan sat the living room of the small house, surrounded by a sea of boxes, packages, and bags. There was a couch and loveseat and several end tables that weren’t placed anywhere appropriate, just where they’d fit. This was it, another new beginning. Hopefully the last one, at least for a long while. In the past year, his life was chaotic at best. He’d been let go from one department, then demoted and put to desk work at another. Eventually he found out the cause: his past. It wasn’t fair, it wasn’t right, but it simply was. And there was nothing he could do about it except move on.

He was bitter about it. He enjoyed his job, the people, and the citizens he’d helped and now that was compromised unfairly. Whoever had linked the information made sure it went to people with a lot of friends and people with the biggest mouths. It worked.

So he put in for a transfer for a federal job, partially out of frustration, and he was accepted. It kind of surprised him as he was not expecting it, but it couldn’t have come at a better time. Riding a desk while given no real responsibility and being looked at sideways by people who, the week before, were drinking buddies after work, it wasn’t a happy scene.

He had to report in tomorrow and would spend the rest of the day and night unboxing and setting up, eating pizza and falling asleep. He woke up and got dressed, deciding to grab food and an energy drink on the way in. He hadn’t set up the kitchen and hadn’t gone grocery shopping yet, so it seemed a wise choice. He drove himself downtown to the Agency building, parked and entered. It was a nice building and the first floor had several doors and a moderate level of security.

He went to the EMPLOYEE entrance, checked his personal weapon, signed in and was escorted up to the third floor having been told he’d get his weapon back once he left the building since he wasn’t in the system and didn’t have identification granting access to the building.

He was brought upstairs and left to his own devices after exiting the elevator. He moved to the locker room for males, checking it out quickly. He found his locker with his name stenciled in and nodded to a few people making their way in or leaving, not knowing who was who at the moment.

He looked at his watch and realized he should go to the office area and see where he should be checking in. He stepped out and made his way out, taking a few deep breaths to steady himself as he went. “Let’s go do this I guess.”

Looking for mature RP partner. Thanks! (read at own risk!)

May be looking for one more 1x1.

GANTZ.

Hollar.

Az

A Thin Blue Line - Paranormal Police RP. (Prologue and Azseth)

Name: Darius Mashinski.
Age: 29.
Height: 5’8”.
Weight: 190.
Eyes: Green.
Hair: Dark brown

Darius

Classification: Supernatural.
Powers: Shapeshifter. The more in depth and constant the change is, the more he becomes physically affected, needing lots of rest and sustenance.

Bio: Darrius is a Polish American from Indiana. He was raised in a lower income area that was primarily made up of working European families. Around his junior year in high school, he realized he could change his face slightly. He was, and still is, extremely intelligent and methodical and took lots of time working on his powers and learning how to use them and deal with the physical toll it took on his body. He learned he could change features initially but then learned he could change muscle tone and mass.

After high school, he realized he could change fingerprints, blood types, and other things and decided to take full advantage of this. He would “rob” banks by assuming identities of rich people, simply walking into banks, passing ID tests, and walking out with large sums of money or goods from safety boxes.

Eventually an ASA agent caught him and after a long period of juggling, threatening, and posturing, it was decided that he could join and have his charges dropped.

He is an experienced boxers, street fighter, and has been training in muay thai.

Personality: Darius is a flirt, he’s loud and boisterous, and extremely outgoing. He looks at his job as something he has to do in between drinking and partying. He is friendly and tends to always focus on the good side of people and ignore the bad side. He needs more supervision than a lot of the other members though and is constantly getting flack because of this.