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SillyName:Pryce Hayes Decker
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Date of Birth: March 15, 1916
Job:
Police Detective in New York City
Appearance:
Tall and lean man, 6'1", with sharp angular facial features, high cheekbones, and a strong jawline. Light brown short hair. Piercing Grayish blue eyes under thick eyebrows. Straight nose with a small scar near the bridge. Clean-shaven face with a subtle five o'clock shadow. Usually wears a dark brown pinstripe suit, white dress shirt, burgundy tie, and a worn leather shoulder holster. Carries a weathered brown leather briefcase and wears a vintage fedora hat. Has a distinctive silver ring on his right hand.
Personality: Methodical, observant, and quietly intense. Maintains a professional demeanor but harbors deep-seated cynicism. Prefers working alone and tends to be distrustful of authority.
Strengths:
Exceptional deductive reasoning
Photographic memory
Skilled in hand-to-hand combat
Expert marksman
Fluent in reading body language
Abilities:
Advanced investigation techniques
Lock picking and surveillance
Forensic analysis
Strategic planning
Network of reliable informants
Backstory: Born in a small, struggling neighborhood on Manhattan's Upper West Side in 1916, he grew up watching the slow funeral march of prohibition take its toll on men like his father. A factory worker turned alcoholic after losing his job to industrial strikes, Pryce swore he would never allow himself or anyone he loved to succumb to that darkness. Earning a scholarship from local leaders who saw potential in his sharp mind and keen sense for justice, Pryce attended Columbia University where law was merely an alternative track before destiny led him into the police academy at age twenty-three. Now a detective at thirty, Friday night finds him navigating back alleys and cigarette smoke-filled bars—battling against organized crime as New York emerges bruised but vibrant from World War II.
By 1945, NYC had transformed into a bustling metropolis rife with opportunity and danger alike; fashionably dressed mobsters blended seamlessly into crowds while wartime innovations created an undercurrent of sophistication among criminals.
Sayings:
"Truth isn't always what you see, it's what you don't."
"In this city, shadows tell better stories than people."
"Everyone's got secrets. I just make a living finding them."
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Date of Birth: March 15, 1916
Job:
Police Detective in New York City
Appearance:
Tall and lean man, 6'1", with sharp angular facial features, high cheekbones, and a strong jawline. Light brown short hair. Piercing Grayish blue eyes under thick eyebrows. Straight nose with a small scar near the bridge. Clean-shaven face with a subtle five o'clock shadow. Usually wears a dark brown pinstripe suit, white dress shirt, burgundy tie, and a worn leather shoulder holster. Carries a weathered brown leather briefcase and wears a vintage fedora hat. Has a distinctive silver ring on his right hand.
Personality: Methodical, observant, and quietly intense. Maintains a professional demeanor but harbors deep-seated cynicism. Prefers working alone and tends to be distrustful of authority.
Strengths:
Exceptional deductive reasoning
Photographic memory
Skilled in hand-to-hand combat
Expert marksman
Fluent in reading body language
Abilities:
Advanced investigation techniques
Lock picking and surveillance
Forensic analysis
Strategic planning
Network of reliable informants
Backstory: Born in a small, struggling neighborhood on Manhattan's Upper West Side in 1916, he grew up watching the slow funeral march of prohibition take its toll on men like his father. A factory worker turned alcoholic after losing his job to industrial strikes, Pryce swore he would never allow himself or anyone he loved to succumb to that darkness. Earning a scholarship from local leaders who saw potential in his sharp mind and keen sense for justice, Pryce attended Columbia University where law was merely an alternative track before destiny led him into the police academy at age twenty-three. Now a detective at thirty, Friday night finds him navigating back alleys and cigarette smoke-filled bars—battling against organized crime as New York emerges bruised but vibrant from World War II.
By 1945, NYC had transformed into a bustling metropolis rife with opportunity and danger alike; fashionably dressed mobsters blended seamlessly into crowds while wartime innovations created an undercurrent of sophistication among criminals.
Sayings:
"Truth isn't always what you see, it's what you don't."
"In this city, shadows tell better stories than people."
"Everyone's got secrets. I just make a living finding them."
Tall, burly man standing 6'2" with broad shoulders and imposing presence. Grey-white hair neatly combed back, deep-set steel blue eyes under bushy eyebrows, and a prominent square jaw with a well-maintained grey mustache. Has notable worry lines on his forehead and crow's feet around his eyes. Usually wears a dark brown three-piece suit with a pocket watch, polished black oxford shoes, and a beige trench coat. Has a slight limp from an old injury and carries a wooden cane with a silver handle.