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Call me cars. Or vroom. Or carsgovroom. Just another 20-something girl on the World Wide Web. I suppose I'd be considered a veteran RPer with probably a decade of RPing experience whose looking to have a bit of fun.
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Yep, that sounds better than my plan, and that's a good place to start~
That sounds good. Crashing an event seems like a good ay to create chaos. Maybe Jamie and Laurel bump heads about her barging into the event before she gets a tip from an agent in the van about movement upstairs and he like...follows her to argue with her some more. Which ends up being a mistake ha.
What exactly should happen to him that puts him in the coma? Just getting shot or something more?
We could start when the event is in full swing and Laurel arrives to search for the thief. Just before things start getting messy.
What exactly should happen to him that puts him in the coma? Just getting shot or something more?
We could start when the event is in full swing and Laurel arrives to search for the thief. Just before things start getting messy.
Well, I suppose figuring out what kind of investigation/conflict got Jamie caught up in the crossfire? And we could start out just before everything goes wrong.
You can add a family tree if you want. I'm editing mine so I have a paragraph with all of her background information ha.
And all of that sounds great. I was thinking that she would have multiple bosses, so that sounds like a plan~
Perhaps she comes into conflict with people from his life? His girlfriend and his friends? People who blame her for him being in the coma.
And all of that sounds great. I was thinking that she would have multiple bosses, so that sounds like a plan~
Perhaps she comes into conflict with people from his life? His girlfriend and his friends? People who blame her for him being in the coma.
Laurel Jane Shaw
FBI Special Agent - White-Collar Crime
29
History and Personality: The middle child in a family of five, Laurel was a military brat growing up. The family was constantly moving around when Laurel was growing up due to her father's position in the Navy, and she lived on various bases all over the country. She even spend nearly two years living on a base in Japan, during which time she became proficient in reading and speaking Japanese. Despite the constant moving Laurel maintained a 4.0 grade point average and developed friendships easily, even if they were brief. She was also very close to her two siblings since they were the only constants in each others' lives throughout all of the moving. When she was thirteen her father retired and her family finally settled in the Southern California suburbs, where she was able to make lasting friendships and make a real home with her family. After high school she was accepted to USC, where she majored in Sociology and got a minor in art history, and spent a year studying abroad in Spain where she become fluent in Spanish. Inspired by her father's military career she entered law enforcement, spending five years in the LAPD (three years as a uniformed officer, two were as a detective). Laurel was then accepted into the FBI's White-Collar unit due to her art history minor, where she's been working for the last two years. She's currently living in Los Angeles and dating Ben Wilson, a chef at a high class restaurant. They met in college and were friends for years before Ben finally asked her out when she was still in the uniform. They've been in a relationship for over six years now and it's pretty serious.
Family: Laurel is very close to her family. They all live within an hour's driving distance from each other and get together frequently.
Father - Nick Shaw - Former Navy SEAL, he's retired and helps run his wife's store, as well as teaching physical education on and off. He enjoys his retirement and being able to spend time with his family and grandchild, but lives vicariously through his daughter's stories and offers her advice.
Mother - Kelsey Shaw - Owns a book store and still living happily with her husband in the suburban home they settled in.
Older Sister - Emily Rose Porter (31) - Part time nurse in a pediatrics office, full time mother and housewife, she's married to her high school sweetheart Danny, a high school history teacher, and they have a five year old daughter named Matilda (Matty). Currently pregnant with her second child and lives in the suburbs not far from her parents.
Younger Brother - Peter Grant Shaw (26) - Army vet who did two tours overseas before an injury forced him to be honorably discharged earlier than he anticipated. He currently making a living as an artist, and is living with his fiancee Kim Fujiwara, an art gallery manager, in downtown LA, close to Laurel.
I've got some basic history I wrote for her last night that I can add to my sheet (family, schooling, previous work, etc), but I'll continue to develop stuff as we go~
The Kettle, on the outside, looked like your average Mom and Pop tea shop. Nestled near a city street corner between an Italian restaurant and book store, it had a white storefront, a dark window with the name and logo in gold lettering, a red door, and a brown hanging sign with the name and logo written in white in the same script as the window.
Inside the shop there was a welcoming, small business feel to it. The wall were pale green with a dark wooden trim, the door were all of the same dark colored wood as was the counter with the register and the glass cases of pastries and small sandwiches. Behind the counter, along with the typical stove, kettles and other items needed to prepare tea, was a large shelf, made from the same wood, filled with cups, saucers, pots, plate, as well as a large number of jars filled with the various tea leaves. Alonng the opposite wall were more shelves, still of that dark down wood, decorated with various tea china from around the world, as well as small containers of tea leaves and other items customers could purchase. There were also several small round tables with white table cloths and chairs around them positioned around the room, as well as a small private tea room in the book used for special events.
All in all it was a nice little place, but sometimes people wondered how the owner manged to keep the Kettle open when there were much larger chains of coffee and tea shops. They didn't know that the Kettle's owner didn't just sell a good cup of tea to regular mortals. She also operated a very successful apothecary, where witches, vampires, and any other member of the supernatural community could buy potions, herbs, ingredients, charms and amulets, and other small magical items. Aggie Brier's real business was thriving, not just because the products were good but because she was reliable and most importantly discreet.
It was just after lunch time, and quite a few people had stopped by that afternoon. Most of them had returned to work or gone home when their lunch hour had finished, and currently her only customers were three elderly human ladies at one of the tables. The three of them were nibbling on tea cakes and sipping chamomile while they gossiped, as they did every week when they came. Aggie was in the middle of restocking the orange cranberry scones, smiling a bit as snippets of the old ladies' gossip found its way to her ears, when she heard the bell above the door jingle. She looked up to see another one of her regulars striding into her shop with an easy grace and a crooked smile. Even if she didn't know him she would have been able to tell on sight that he wasn't one of her human customers.
Ian Moreau's smile was handsome and dangerous as he leaned against the counter. "Hey, Aggie. How've you been?"
"Same as ever," Aggie replied casually as she set down the box of scones. He was charming, like vamps usually were, but she'd known him for too long and she knew him too well. "What about you? Getting into any trouble?"
That made him chuckle. "No more than usual. Got my order?"
"Yep. In the back. Give me a minute." It was a quick trip to the store room and she emerged with a small brown bag that had the Kettle's logo printed on it and the name Moreau written neatly in permanent marker in a corner. Inside were some small drawstring pouches filled with a mixture of herbs, both magical and benign, that were used to cure stomach aches. It was a mixture powerful enough to work on vampires and other non-humans. "For your mom?" she asked curiously as she handed it to him.
"Nah, my sister. She accidentally drank some...thing not so good for her." Ian cast glance over his shoulder at the trio of ladies, as though suddenly aware of them for the first time. He handed over some cash and then dropped the change she gave him into the glass tip jar. He gave her another smile that parents warned their daughters about as he gave her a salute, and Aggie rolled her eyes but couldn't stop from smiling. "Anyway, thanks a lot, Aggie. You're the best in the business."
Inside the shop there was a welcoming, small business feel to it. The wall were pale green with a dark wooden trim, the door were all of the same dark colored wood as was the counter with the register and the glass cases of pastries and small sandwiches. Behind the counter, along with the typical stove, kettles and other items needed to prepare tea, was a large shelf, made from the same wood, filled with cups, saucers, pots, plate, as well as a large number of jars filled with the various tea leaves. Alonng the opposite wall were more shelves, still of that dark down wood, decorated with various tea china from around the world, as well as small containers of tea leaves and other items customers could purchase. There were also several small round tables with white table cloths and chairs around them positioned around the room, as well as a small private tea room in the book used for special events.
All in all it was a nice little place, but sometimes people wondered how the owner manged to keep the Kettle open when there were much larger chains of coffee and tea shops. They didn't know that the Kettle's owner didn't just sell a good cup of tea to regular mortals. She also operated a very successful apothecary, where witches, vampires, and any other member of the supernatural community could buy potions, herbs, ingredients, charms and amulets, and other small magical items. Aggie Brier's real business was thriving, not just because the products were good but because she was reliable and most importantly discreet.
It was just after lunch time, and quite a few people had stopped by that afternoon. Most of them had returned to work or gone home when their lunch hour had finished, and currently her only customers were three elderly human ladies at one of the tables. The three of them were nibbling on tea cakes and sipping chamomile while they gossiped, as they did every week when they came. Aggie was in the middle of restocking the orange cranberry scones, smiling a bit as snippets of the old ladies' gossip found its way to her ears, when she heard the bell above the door jingle. She looked up to see another one of her regulars striding into her shop with an easy grace and a crooked smile. Even if she didn't know him she would have been able to tell on sight that he wasn't one of her human customers.
Ian Moreau's smile was handsome and dangerous as he leaned against the counter. "Hey, Aggie. How've you been?"
"Same as ever," Aggie replied casually as she set down the box of scones. He was charming, like vamps usually were, but she'd known him for too long and she knew him too well. "What about you? Getting into any trouble?"
That made him chuckle. "No more than usual. Got my order?"
"Yep. In the back. Give me a minute." It was a quick trip to the store room and she emerged with a small brown bag that had the Kettle's logo printed on it and the name Moreau written neatly in permanent marker in a corner. Inside were some small drawstring pouches filled with a mixture of herbs, both magical and benign, that were used to cure stomach aches. It was a mixture powerful enough to work on vampires and other non-humans. "For your mom?" she asked curiously as she handed it to him.
"Nah, my sister. She accidentally drank some...thing not so good for her." Ian cast glance over his shoulder at the trio of ladies, as though suddenly aware of them for the first time. He handed over some cash and then dropped the change she gave him into the glass tip jar. He gave her another smile that parents warned their daughters about as he gave her a salute, and Aggie rolled her eyes but couldn't stop from smiling. "Anyway, thanks a lot, Aggie. You're the best in the business."
Yeah, that sounds good. I was thinking that maybe she used Aggie as a consultant before, but I think I like that better.
I'm brainstorming/writing an intro right now. Do you think that Dahlia and Aggie should have a history?
AGNES "AGGIE" BRIER
26 | WITCH
Brewing potions in a tea kettle, hiding her familiar from her anti-pet landlord, nothing very wicked about this witch.
IAN MOREAU
AGE UNKNOWN | VAMPIRE
Son of a influential vampire bloodline, he's good at getting into trouble. Even better at talking his way out of it.
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