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Blank, P.I.


A loud screech permeated through Blank’s heavy skull as Trinity opened the front door, rocking his eyeballs and jolting him out of his drunken sleep. Long ago, he had rigged the simple security system, which triggered a short but piercing alarm through a speaker embedded into his pillow. He had never told anyone how to circumvent it, nor did he have any plans to. The price of this vigilance, however, was the feeling that someone had cracked his head open with a sledgehammer. His mouth was dry, his bladder was full, and his stomach growled with nauseating discontent at the amount of poison that had passed through it the night before. This was usually how Blank started his days.

He heaved himself off the couch in his room. The blackout curtains shut out any source of natural light, which he was extremely grateful for. The only source of light at all was the dim blue light coming from the monitor of his laptop, which sat open on his desk. It was more than enough for him to slowly walk into the attached bathroom, and relieve himself. He glanced around hazily and noted that he should clean it sometime soon. Ever since he let her move in, Blank had left the guest bathroom for her use and limited himself to this one. That way she could keep her bathroom up to her feminine standards, while he could do whatever he wanted in his. Normally, he would tell her “put up with it or find somewhere else to live,” but even he was not so tyrannical as to force her to put up with his piss stains and pubic hair.

Blank found and slipped on the pants he wore the previous night, tucked his gun into his waistband behind him, and pushed himself out his bedroom door. He heard Trinity putting away groceries in the kitchen, so he stumbled down the hallway and through the living room, onto the neat white tile of the kitchen. “Hey,” he grumbled at her, holding out his hand expectedly. “Receipt and change.”

Every time they needed groceries, Blank left the money and a list on the counter. He always gave her more money than was needed and always demanded a receipt. He claimed it was for business purposes, but really he was checking to see if she was taking any for herself. If she was, then he would kick her out. He didn’t give a shit about the money, but he wouldn’t tolerate anyone stealing from him. It was never anything he had explicitly told her, but he wondered if she had figured it out yet. Was it cruel to test a former addict? Regardless, these were his terms. Trust had to be earned slowly and steadily, and everybody started with not just zero, but negative trust, as far as he was concerned.
Thank you but I didn't mean to put your sheet to shame! Your sheet is great too!

Can't wait to start!
Blank, P.I.

Gender

male

Age

32

Inner or Outer City?

Formerly Inner, currently Outer

Appearance

Blank is an older-looking man of average height with a slim build. He has slightly-tanned skin and somewhat-slanted eyes that hint at some Asian heritage, though he does not recall exactly what, nor does he care. His hair is jet-black and he neglects to get it cut. Instead, he lets it grow out and ties it into a ponytail. He is more likely to shave his face, but will occasionally go a few days without and develop a strong stubble. Casual clothes in subdued colors are his go-to, so he doesn’t stick out.



Background

The man who would later be known as Blank was born to a middle-class family of the Inner City, as their only child. His father was a detective and he aspired to be one just like him. Unfortunately, he was shot and killed in the line of duty when Blank was a teenager. Instead of distancing himself from his father’s career, he embraced it, feeling a need to fill the gap left behind. His mother did not approve, creating distance between them. It was around this time that Blank started using liquid emotion more liberally, to counteract his loneliness and depression following his father’s death.

Blank soon became a detective and his late father’s old friend, the commissioner of police, arranged for him to date his daughter. Blank fell in love with the beautiful girl, and they were quickly wed. Blank settled into his job well, owing to the vast amounts of liquid emotion available to the police force and their families. His wife, who remained at home, was also a heavy user who struggled with apathy. Blank did not notice that his wife’s use of liquid emotion was exponentially increasing, since long hours at the station kept him away from home. When he could be home however, he gave her all the love and attention he had to give. What he did notice was that she was an excellent cook.

It wasn’t long after Blank became a detective that the Inner City was devastated by a spree of murders. Young girls would go missing, and soon be found eviscerated — skinned and flayed. Such a thing was unheard of in the Inner City and the police force was up in arms. Blank was assigned to the case, and as one of the younger detectives, he saw it as an opportunity to prove himself while getting justice for the victims. Many thought the murderer was coming in from the Outer City, since it was assumed nobody from the Inner City would be capable of such an heinous act. Blank was hesitant to accept this hypothesis and remained vigilant, often putting in extra hours of his own accord, conducting his own investigations. Some nights he did not come home at all. The case haunted Blank, and he dedicated his every waking moment to it. His wife was very understanding, and always had a wonderful meal prepared whenever he could be home.

Though the other detectives were focused on the Outer City, they still came up with clues that Blank implemented in his own private investigation. They knew the girls would be kept somewhere in the Inner City while they were being tortured and killed, but they had investigated every abandoned building in the city. Blank investigated the girls’ autopsy reports and found that each girl had been exposed to a strong dose of emotion — love — before being abducted. This was an incredibly strong emotion that was only available to government employees, such as the police. Horrified, Blank brought this to his father-in-law, the commissioner, only to be dismissed with the idea that love was also illegally synthesized in the Outer City, which was why he was having all his detectives, including Blank, focus solely on the Outer City moving forward. Blank was sent home early to rest, and he left the station in low spirits. On his way home, he spotted none other than his wife, heading into an alley. Worried, he followed her to what appeared to be the back door of the local butcher shop, which had already closed for the day. She unlocked the back door and entered, closing it behind her.

Blank felt uneasy, and quietly entered the door behind her. One of the large meat freezers was open, and he heard some disturbing noises. He peeked inside, and what he saw shocked him beyond all rational thought. His wife, his beautiful little housewife, was wrist deep in a young girl’s intestines. She saw him and laughed, explaining that she was doing this because the liquid emotion never worked after all. Killing and “prepping” the young girls for her precious husband to eat, all the while being his secret nemesis, was the only thing that gave her any kind of emotion. Everything went red for Blank.

By the end of his night, Blank’s wife was dead, and he was in custody. His father-in-law, the commissioner, met with him alone and explained. He had known that his daughter was a sociopath, which is why he tried to marry her off to him. He thought it would help her. Instead, it seemed that while Blank was at work, she had rented out a meat freezer from the butcher shop where she worked before meeting Blank. She had been dosing children with the love emotion that Blank had been bringing home for her to cope with having a husband at work — a standard practice among police officers to ease the stress of their relationships. While they were drugged, she would take them to the meat freezer and tie them up, torture them, and cut them up. She had killed over twenty young girls, becoming one of the nastiest serial killers in recent history for the Inner City. That was why the chief of police was going to cover it up and frame the owner of the butcher shop. Blank’s wife would be remembered as his last victim. Blank would be the tragic hero detective who found them. He would be put on psychological leave indefinitely and receive a pension, able to live the rest of his life peacefully by keeping his access to top-grade liquid emotion.

Blank left the Inner City immediately afterward, taking advantage of his credentials to bring his police gun with him. He stopped taking liquid emotion and cast away his old name, filling the void with booze instead. He eventually decided he needed to keep himself busy and became a private eye, though he was very picky with his work. Eventually, he found steady work assisting a lowkey group of rebels online by providing insight, secrets, advice, and occasionally surveillance. After blacking out one night and finding a homeless girl named Trinity outside his apartment, he took her in and found himself feeling too guilty to kick her back out into the street, so he made her his assistant.

Personality

Blank is blunt, sometimes to the point of being abrasive. He is also paranoid, and always carries his old police gun with him just in case. When he drinks, he is a bit softer and more eager to reveal a dry sense of humor and an enjoyment of telling and listening to stories. Despite wanting to put his days as a detective behind him, to the point of killing off his old name, he still possess a strong sense of justice. He will often help others, especially young girls, since he feels a need to atone for his late wife’s sins.

Level of addiction

None

Pro or anti liquid emotion?

anti

Other/Extra info

Blank enjoys lurking online imageboards and chatrooms and will often be in as many as twenty at a time. He claims he’s monitoring them but does truly enjoy watching others interact while they are under the cover of anonymity, going so far as to believe that true discourse can only be had on these darker places of the Internet. He also enjoys drinking, particularly hard alcohol. He does not eat meat of any kind.
Glad to see the OOC up! Here is my character:

Blank, P.I.

Gender

male

Age

32

Inner or Outer City?

Formerly Inner, currently Outer

Appearance

Blank is an older-looking man of average height with a slim build. He has slightly-tanned skin and somewhat-slanted eyes that hint at some Asian heritage, though he does not recall exactly what, nor does he care. His hair is jet-black and he neglects to get it cut. Instead, he lets it grow out and ties it into a ponytail. He is more likely to shave his face, but will occasionally go a few days without and develop a strong stubble. Casual clothes in subdued colors are his go-to, so he doesn’t stick out.



Background

The man who would later be known as Blank was born to a middle-class family of the Inner City, as their only child. His father was a detective and he aspired to be one just like him. Unfortunately, he was shot and killed in the line of duty when Blank was a teenager. Instead of distancing himself from his father’s career, he embraced it, feeling a need to fill the gap left behind. His mother did not approve, creating distance between them. It was around this time that Blank started using liquid emotion more liberally, to counteract his loneliness and depression following his father’s death.

Blank soon became a detective and his late father’s old friend, the commissioner of police, arranged for him to date his daughter. Blank fell in love with the beautiful girl, and they were quickly wed. Blank settled into his job well, owing to the vast amounts of liquid emotion available to the police force and their families. His wife, who remained at home, was also a heavy user who struggled with apathy. Blank did not notice that his wife’s use of liquid emotion was exponentially increasing, since long hours at the station kept him away from home. When he could be home however, he gave her all the love and attention he had to give. What he did notice was that she was an excellent cook.

It wasn’t long after Blank became a detective that the Inner City was devastated by a spree of murders. Young girls would go missing, and soon be found eviscerated — skinned and flayed. Such a thing was unheard of in the Inner City and the police force was up in arms. Blank was assigned to the case, and as one of the younger detectives, he saw it as an opportunity to prove himself while getting justice for the victims. Many thought the murderer was coming in from the Outer City, since it was assumed nobody from the Inner City would be capable of such an heinous act. Blank was hesitant to accept this hypothesis and remained vigilant, often putting in extra hours of his own accord, conducting his own investigations. Some nights he did not come home at all. The case haunted Blank, and he dedicated his every waking moment to it. His wife was very understanding, and always had a wonderful meal prepared whenever he could be home.

Though the other detectives were focused on the Outer City, they still came up with clues that Blank implemented in his own private investigation. They knew the girls would be kept somewhere in the Inner City while they were being tortured and killed, but they had investigated every abandoned building in the city. Blank investigated the girls’ autopsy reports and found that each girl had been exposed to a strong dose of emotion — love — before being abducted. This was an incredibly strong emotion that was only available to government employees, such as the police. Horrified, Blank brought this to his father-in-law, the commissioner, only to be dismissed with the idea that love was also illegally synthesized in the Outer City, which was why he was having all his detectives, including Blank, focus solely on the Outer City moving forward. Blank was sent home early to rest, and he left the station in low spirits. On his way home, he spotted none other than his wife, heading into an alley. Worried, he followed her to what appeared to be the back door of the local butcher shop, which had already closed for the day. She unlocked the back door and entered, closing it behind her.

Blank felt uneasy, and quietly entered the door behind her. One of the large meat freezers was open, and he heard some disturbing noises. He peeked inside, and what he saw shocked him beyond all rational thought. His wife, his beautiful little housewife, was wrist deep in a young girl’s intestines. She saw him and laughed, explaining that she was doing this because the liquid emotion never worked after all. Killing and “prepping” the young girls for her precious husband to eat, all the while being his secret nemesis, was the only thing that gave her any kind of emotion. Everything went red for Blank.

By the end of his night, Blank’s wife was dead, and he was in custody. His father-in-law, the commissioner, met with him alone and explained. He had known that his daughter was a sociopath, which is why he tried to marry her off to him. He thought it would help her. Instead, it seemed that while Blank was at work, she had rented out a meat freezer from the butcher shop where she worked before meeting Blank. She had been dosing children with the love emotion that Blank had been bringing home for her to cope with having a husband at work — a standard practice among police officers to ease the stress of their relationships. While they were drugged, she would take them to the meat freezer and tie them up, torture them, and cut them up. She had killed over twenty young girls, becoming one of the nastiest serial killers in recent history for the Inner City. That was why the chief of police was going to cover it up and frame the owner of the butcher shop. Blank’s wife would be remembered as his last victim. Blank would be the tragic hero detective who found them. He would be put on psychological leave indefinitely and receive a pension, able to live the rest of his life peacefully by keeping his access to top-grade liquid emotion.

Blank left the Inner City immediately afterward, taking advantage of his credentials to bring his police gun with him. He stopped taking liquid emotion and cast away his old name, filling the void with booze instead. He eventually decided he needed to keep himself busy and became a private eye, though he was very picky with his work. Eventually, he found steady work assisting a lowkey group of rebels online by providing insight, secrets, advice, and occasionally surveillance. After blacking out one night and finding a homeless girl named Trinity outside his apartment, he took her in and found himself feeling too guilty to kick her back out into the street, so he made her his assistant.

Personality

Blank is blunt, sometimes to the point of being abrasive. He is also paranoid, and always carries his old police gun with him just in case. When he drinks, he is a bit softer and more eager to reveal a dry sense of humor and an enjoyment of telling and listening to stories. Despite wanting to put his days as a detective behind him, to the point of killing off his old name, he still possess a strong sense of justice. He will often help others, especially young girls, since he feels a need to atone for his late wife’s sins.

Level of addiction

None

Pro or anti liquid emotion?

anti

Other/Extra info

Blank enjoys lurking online imageboards and chatrooms and will often be in as many as twenty at a time. He claims he’s monitoring them but does truly enjoy watching others interact while they are under the cover of anonymity, going so far as to believe that true discourse can only be had on these darker places of the Internet. He also enjoys drinking, particularly hard alcohol. He does not eat meat of any kind.
I would love to join this. Is there a character sheet you have so I can work on my character now? I was thinking of making a private investigator based in the Outer City who works for a group of rebels.
Welcome aboard! I hope you enjoy your stay. In fact, I believe I have a potential RP in the making if you're interested.


Thank you! And yes, if you think you have something I might be interested in, please do send me a PM or VM with a link or a pitch or whatever you fancy.
I introduced myself once. I'd just come back from Vietnam. I was hitching through Oregon and some cop started harassing me. Next thing you know, I had a whole army of cops chasing me through the woods. I had to take them all out. It was a bloodbath.

But yeah, it's nice to be here with all of you. I'm Red: a jack-of-all-trades and local blonde anime girl enthusiast. I enjoy reading manga and playing video games while occasionally writing. I roleplayed on forums a lot when I was younger, but it's been a while since I've really involved myself with something. After taking a look around, I would probably be most interested in the Casual level, but I could handle the Advanced level if it was something I really liked and could pour that much energy into. My favorites are fantasy and sci-fi, with mecha being a particularly strong interest of mine.

Until I find something I like, I'll probably just be lurking. If you have any RPs you'd like to pitch to me, please feel free to do so!
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