CaughtInTheRiddle

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Please read the OP if you haven't as well. It's a lot of tabs, but they're not really very long and it's full of helpful information that you may ask about later.

@icmasticc

Ohhhh, I thought we only had to PM the CS to you if we wanted a sub story. My bad!

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I shall post my CS here shortly :)

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Thank you for your interest @CaughtInTheRiddle! I could also swear we did something together some years ago hmm...

@icmasticc

Was that on the Old Guild?

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This sounds awesome! Totally interested :)

Ney York - The City of Sin [1x1]

Arina

Here's her CS

Name:
Arina Lécuyer

Age:
23

Occupation:
Illegal:
Management of all Street Drug Sales: Mafia
Management of all Street Prostitution: Mafia
Informant: Mafia

Legal:
Previously: Waitress
Current: Bar Tender

Appearance:

Hider

Personality:
Arina is a playful type to say the least; modest is not in her vocabulary which makes her unfavourable towards many other females. Manipulative, cunning and very tramp like, Arina would stop at nothing to get what she wants; however, despite her rather amazing yet completely unnecessary gift to make everything she wears look, well, immodest, and her touchy and flirtatious nature, she will fight to the death before she lets an undesired male touch her.

Shallow and sharp-tongued, she’s quick to attack someone’s emotional weakness for her own enjoyment. She’s selfish and will do anything to save herself before she saves another life. However, despite her unlikable nature, if she deems one worthy of her loyalty, she will follow them to the ends of the earth without question. Nevertheless, she will show that trait to anyone and then lead them astray, she’s a hard book to read and is a hellion to have as an enemy; but, if her trust is gained, she’s a good ally. It’s hard to pick which side Arina is on; she doesn’t tend to side with anyone. One day she’ll help someone and the next, she’s working only for herself.

It’s not often she’ll act her age, childish and immature are her normal attributes. She’s incredibly lazy and will bribe others to get what she wants. She doesn’t take much seriously which can often help in serious and life-threatening situations. Calm, cool and collected is her game as it takes a lot for her rage to break.

History:
Arina can’t place her skinny finger on how much she remembers of her childhood nor does she really care to. Unlike many of her comrades, she had the perfect life – she was brought up in a wealthy, well respected home with an angsty older brother, a trophy mother and a strict father. As the daughter of a major corporation CEO, she was given anything she wanted, any time she wanted.

Her mother was a woman who probably should never have had children – the woman probably couldn’t tell the difference between a baby and a potato sack even if she baked them… and she’d still probably manage to blow up the kitchen in the process. Her children were merely for show – to make it look like they were the perfect family. So Arina’s first memories of childhood were with her twin brother and Nanny, who cared for them as her own.

Eventually they grew and while Christopher went away to school and she was left behind – home schooled, and although she had the undivided attention of her Nanny, she still felt alone. With the solitude, she was able to excel in her learning capabilities and by the time it was her time to go to a real school, she was able to maintain good grades along with popularity.

Her Father was a cold man. She knew it wasn’t that he hated her or Christopher, he just didn’t know how to care for anyone other than himself and his company, so she never resented him for that. His children were to be seen and not heard, and she was okay with that.

As she grew into her teens, she was beautiful, popular and intelligent – the perfect daughter of the perfect family. Christopher however, had gone off the rails – he had abandoned all of his extra-curricular activities, he was out all night and sleeping all day. Eventually, after long and tiring arguments with his family, he left home and his parents fundamentally disowned him.

Arina graduated and looked at her prospects for college, however, she made the decision not to go – after an all but random lunch date with her brother whom she hadn’t seen in years. He was doing well for himself; illegally, but it didn’t matter much to her. He offered her a place at his side, working and ensuring order was maintained on the streets. She’s not sure what made her say yes, but she knows she enjoys what she does and the life she leads.

Skills:
Alcohol
Charismatic
Sly
Self Defence
Perceptive
Analytical

Gear:
At least $5000 cash. For… emergencies…
Set of Throwing Knives

Other:
Arina is very ostentatious – try not to hate her too much.

Christopher

Name:
Christopher Lécuyer

Age:
26

Occupation:
Illegal:
Management of all Street Drug Sales
Management of all Street Prostitution

Legal:
Current: Body Guard

Appearance:

Hider

Personality:
Christopher’s pride, one could say his self-importance, stems from his physical qualifications. That is not to say he isn’t with his allures; he’s charming and exceedingly charismatic. Eccentric is a word that best describes his ways. He doesn’t have a tendency to waste time on formalities and official procedures. Pride in himself and his work is evident and respect or reverence isn’t something Christopher possesses for those he does not know and sustains no problem in sharing his dogma.

He has the drollness of a mordant cynic; he’s sarcastic. Christopher sustains a weakness for trouble and should he find none he will craft it himself. Not anything is of worry to him, negligent and blasé, he can bear a great deal before he snaps. However; despite his quirky behaviour and his love for women, Chris isn’t the nicest of men. Unlike his little sister, he takes a side, and sometimes that side can be questionable.

Chris is protective over those he deems his friends; however, those are few and far between – and in the interest of his own goals, he would happily abandon a friend to peruse them. Those he dislikes are well aware of his opinions as he is not one to bite his tongue or hide his negative feelings. His care for his family is limited and he’d happily watch his sister die if he believed she deserved it or if it benefited him in some way.

His fighting style is cheap – he’s not the kind to be noble or show mercy. If finishing the fight sooner means delivering a cheap shot, he has no remorse in his actions. He’ll do anything to win.

History:
Christopher wasn’t treated too terribly as a child. As the first born son of the acclaimed Lécuyer family – so much was expected from him and he wasn’t a fan of following in his father’s footsteps. He always looked to his sister who was treated like a princess and silently resented her for that. If Arina had a distant relationship with their parents, his was non-existent.

His mother only saw him passing through in the manor and every time his father spoke to him, it was telling him to be better. So, as he grew, his disdain for his family was warranted. He was the bad boy in school and was always falling out of line. Making trouble wherever he could. He was expelled from boarding school and had to graduate back in his home town living under the same roof as his family once more.

Police encounters, hospital encounters and more were just a small taste of what he managed to get himself into, and occasionally he’d drag Arina along with him – and every time, she’d get out of whatever punishment that was dealt.

When he left home, he lost contact with everyone – including his kid sister. He took to the streets and found himself involved with people of the roughest sort. He was swept up into the mafia and has been working for them ever since. His people skills tend to gain him more enemies than friends, so when he was sent out to deal with the streets – he asked his sister to join him; hoping she would help ease bad situations.

Skills:
Like his sister, Chris is talented in martial arts, with a black belt attained. He keeps fit by training in parkour with his sister. He’s also a killer cook – funnily enough.

Gear:
Kimber Supercarry Pro Pistol
Aston Martin 310 Vanquish

Ney York - The City of Sin [1x1]

Christopher and Arina

Very few people take the while to sit down and watch: simply rest and watch the world pass before them. If you do this however, you’ll notice many new things; details and subtle treaties between each and every human being. If you pass someone you’ll be forever engraved in their memory; although they probably won’t remember you the next time you cross their path.

They do not desire to remember you.

You do not desire to remember them.

This is our covenant. You merely pass by and carry on your merry way, oblivious to the fact you’ve transformed them into an entirely different person.

New York, it was the city of ruined dreams. The real life Sin City – years back it was run by gangs who spilt more blood than Hitler in turf wars. But then one Atlas Vella rolled in – taking control of the city under a new wing of the Mafia. In just a few years, he held the respect of even the most notorious gangs on the street.

New Yorks’s underworld, or more commonly known, the inner city, was a dangerous place at night; hell, New York was dangerous, period. There was always a dealer or a thug lurking in the shadows. It was normally the time when the world came to life; the gangs came out to play and business was done during the cover of darkness.

This is why the Lécuyer siblings weren’t surprised to hear of the attack on one of Alas’ bigger drug labs. They had taken the news in their stride – sure, Chris might have shot that one guy he was interrogating, but he was a dick anyway… so it didn’t matter… much.

The two stood before the building, staring up at the flames which were beginning to die down. Their heads simultaneously tilted slightly to the right and Arina opened her mouth to make a comment, but lost her words. So, she simply closed her mouth and folded her arms over her chest. It could be assumed that the siblings were thinking the same things at that particular moment, like – how did this even happen? Or, this is the third lab this month. Perhaps even, why are we always the first ones to arrive on scene? And that the word “Napkins” was pretty cool… scratch that, Arina’s train of thought had snapped elsewhere – indicating her lack of conscience.

Their heads tilted back upright as their attention was drawn to a man who was stumbling out of the rubble. He was burnt and beaten – Arina raised a perfectly curved eyebrow as he attempted to limp past the Lécuyer siblings. Christopher’s had shot out, gripping him by the remnants of his collar, his hazel eyes narrowing into the man’s dull brown ones. Arina was sure she heard a growl from the depths of her brother’s throat, but she didn’t question it as she flattened the white fabric of her thigh length dress before clasping her hands behind her back. The two looked out of place – a lady like her didn’t belong in such a grungy area, much less in front of a demolished meth lab.

“What the hell happened?” Christopher’s words were sharp and held a particular threatening demeanour to them. The beaten man stared up at him wide eyed – he was feeling weak, and the last thing he needed was an interrogation.

“I… I don’t know… a group … in black… and then…” he trailed off, hardly able to utter the words, but that was all Chris needed to hear as he released the man just in time for him to collapse beside him, his face making a ‘splat’ sound as it was greeted with open arms by the pavement.

A small smile played on Arina’s features as her animated irises flickered from the unconscious man to the building. There was a silence as a large piece of wood crashed to the ground from the third storey; adding to the rubble. “That wasn’t nice Chris, you could have caught him.” Her voice was stoic, however, few could pick the amusement laced in her words.

He completely ignored his sister as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette, the flame glowed against his hard features as he lit it up, before taking a deep breath in – savouring the nicotine that entered his lungs. He placed the lighter back in the pocket of his jeans before speaking, the smoke exiting his mouth with every word. “A group in black… shit.” He cursed under his breath and his words were barely a whisper, but Arina heard them.

“The Triads, I assume.”

His eyes narrowed into slits as he shot his sister a sideways glare, even the name pissed him off. Those asshole had cost them a lot of time and money. The sooner they were put in the ground, the sooner they could get on with their lives. He and Arina had better things to be do than run around clean up their messes.

Arina could feel her brother tense up at the mention of the Chinese, not that she would guess that their main goal was to just take Atlas down – simply because their methods weren’t so honourable. They’d put plenty of innocent men in the ground over the last couple of months… well, perhaps innocent was the wrong word; but she would go as far as saying they didn’t really deserve death. So she wondered if they meant to extinguish the whole Mafia completely from the city. Her vibrant green eyes glanced down to Christopher’s hand, his knuckles were turning white, emphasizing the pressure which was put upon them. She could tell he was visibly ticked off by this group who seemed to be gaining the upper hand on the Mafia. Day by day, their influence grew weaker, not that it was noticeable… yet.

Chris noticed his sister staring at his hand, he didn’t even realise he was visibly angry – and he released his fist, opening his palm to allow the circulation to flow freely through it once more. His face was free of emotion, but he was fuming. They had no information on the members of the Triads whatsoever, only that they operated as a group in black and they were targeting the Mafia for some reason. How, after so many months, could they still be pulling up jack for these guys?

He glanced at his sister for a moment, and it crossed his mind that perhaps she knew more about this group than she had originally stated. What her motive for withholding information like what was, he’d never know. She was strange and he couldn’t decipher what went through her head. And if she was hiding such information, he imagined Alexei would be less than pleased. But that wasn’t his problem – she would deserve it anyway.

She met his gaze and a small smirk tugged at the corner of her lips, “Chris, if I truly had any more information on this guy, I’d share it.” She assured, and he frowned, wondering if she’d somehow developed telepathy overnight… or was he just that easy to read? He didn't like either of those ideas.

Ash fluttered off the end of his cigarette which was still in his mouth, handing slack. He ran a hand through his brown hair before exhaling a deep sigh… this was all too much.

He turned away from the building and strode towards the Aston Martin, placing his hands in his pockets. His brow still scrunched in a troubled frown, this guy would be in the ground by the time Chris was through with him… he could count on that.

Arina’s features were care free as she spun around and gracefully glided towards the passenger door of the car. “Can we get ice cream on the way home?” she questioned, and he glanced up at her, over the car.

“No.”

Connecting Collisions

This could be interesting, I'm just weary of how fast paced it will be considering I'll probably only be able to post once a day.

But I love the idea, it's captured my attention.

The Origin: A War Resumed (Arc One; Completed)

It's a riddle

The Origin: A War Resumed (Arc One; Completed)

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