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Miss Hobbs' Paranormal Detective Agency

@eclecticwitch Thanks so much for the suggestions! I found a photo that works perfectly!

Miss Hobbs' Paranormal Detective Agency

Just a WIP, but I wanted to get something up to show I'm working on it!
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Hope the picture is alright. I had trouble finding a photo that worked for me so I just drew my own and that's literally as realistic as i can possibly draw (￣▽￣*)ゞ

EDIT: Got a photo now!

EDIT: Finished!

Violet LeBlanc, Mafia Princess

I'm a devil in disguise



Got murder in my eyes

Name: Violet LeBlanc
Age: 19
Sex: Female
Sexuality: Homosexual
Relationship Status: Single

The Body

Height: 5 feet 5 inches
Weight: 120 lbs
Hair: Strawberry Blonde
Eyes: Brown
Skin Tone: Pale
Appearance: Despite her lack of muscle, Violet cuts an intimidating figure. Her confident swagger and the manic glint in her eye can set off your danger signals, even if she’s all smiles. Her figure is lanky and boyish, and she dresses the part, wearing exclusively masculine clothing. The most casual outfit she wears consists of a button-down shirt, slacks, and a necktie.

The Soul

Likes: Weapons (mostly knives), Jazz, Pretty Girls, Fights
Dislikes: Cops, Strict People, Genuine Displays of Emotion
Skills:

• Great with a knife
• Plenty of underground contacts
• Almost naturally intimidating
• Quick on her feet
• Intimate knowledge of weapons, injuries, and bodies.

Brief History:

• 1900: Felix LeBlanc is appointed head of the LeBlanc crime family after his father is murdered.
• 1902: Felix and his wife Beatrice give birth to a daughter, Violet.
• 1914: After coming into contact with gang activity, Violet starts learning how to use weapons.
• 1916: Violet starts doing errands for the gang (rum running, shake-downs, etc.)
• 1919: During a deal gone wrong, Violet proves herself capable of “subduing threats.”
• She is appointed as an assassin (her identity is kept a secret from all but the highest ranking gang members).
• During this time, she racks up a body count in the tens.
• 1921: In a police raid, the high-ranking members of the LeBlanc gang are apprehended, including Violet’s parents.
• Violet escapes being arrested, as the investigators can’t connect her to the gang’s activity.

The Story

Violet sighed.

Really, she should have seen this coming.

The sound of her knife on the hard bar surface was the only thing keeping her thoughts from consuming her. She had her hand splayed on the bar, and was bringing the knife down over and over on the spaces between her fingers. She had nicked herself a few times; she wasn’t exactly in top form.

On a normal occasion, she would have been kicked out of the speakeasy by now, especially since she hadn’t bought a single drink. This wasn’t a normal occasion, though, and the intense aura emanating from the girl told everyone around her that she shouldn’t be messed with.

Yeah, it was inevitable. Her parents were bad people who did bad things, and they were caught. She should have been counting her lucky stars that she wasn’t caught along with them. She should have been skipping town, changing her name, leaving her past life behind.

But something was keeping her stuck to the ground.

“Violet.”

She turned her glare towards the source of the interruption, the bartender, Lowell. She didn’t stop her little knife game.

“What.”

“I’ve got something you might be interested in, unless you’re not done scratchin’ up my bar.”

“What is it.”

“A job opportunity. Found this flyer outside for a detective agency. Figured your skills might be of some use; and God knows you need something to make you quit moping.”

“I’m not exactly the crime-fighting type. Seems a little hypocritical, doesn’t it?”

Lowell slid the flyer over to her casually.

“Hey, it’s your choice. But this is the last time I let you stay here all day without buying any drinks.”

Violet winced and looked down as she nicked the side of her middle finger. She glared at her knife like it had cut her on its own. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the flyer, and the phone number written on it.

She shoved her hand in her pocket and found just enough change to make a single call on a pay phone. With a frustrated sigh, she flicked her knife closed and stood up. The door slammed shut behind her, the flyer absent from the bartop.

At the very least, she would ask about the job. If she didn’t get hired, fine. If she did, well, at least she wouldn’t be bored.

The Ether

Color Code: 00CED1
Theme Song: Josie Miles - Mad Mama’s Blues

Jazz, Flappers, Speakeasies, Murder and Ghosts

ummmm sign me the HECK up i love this

Coven

i'm interested :3

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Verum Autem Ex

❣ DISTRUST - Masafumi Takada ❣

➳

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Mieke didn’t notice the man approaching her until he spoke. She was confused at first, not understanding how anyone could get hurt as a result of her crying, but she turned around and realized her Stand had manifested and was crying as well, creating sharp-looking crystals around her.

“Oh, uh, s-sorry.”

She couldn’t exactly make herself stop crying (plenty of experience had taught her that), so she tried focusing on making the Stand disappear. It didn’t happen immediately, but she eventually managed it. The Stand faded away, as did the crystals. She turned back to the man, wiping her eyes.

“Thanks for telling me. That could have turned out bad.”

She felt her phone buzz, and took it out, seeing that Blue had found the target and they were meeting up where she was. As Mieke was about to turn around and leave, the situation hit her all at once and she looked up at the man with wide eyes.

“Wait. Y-you could see her! That means you’re a Stand user too, right?”

She sent a quick message: “gotcha. might take a little bit tho”

Something like "Skins (UK version). (High casual & seeking a CO-GM)

i'm interested :3

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Verum Autem Ex

❣ DISTRUST - Masafumi Takada ❣

➳

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Mieke’s eyes followed the man as he plunged off the diving board. His routine was certainly impressive, making Mieke’s heart beat a little faster. Over the course of a split second, her stomach twisted as she took note of where he would land. She didn’t even have time to look away before the daredevil landed hard on the edge of the pool.

She covered her mouth, a nauseous feeling rising in her throat, and— yeah, she was crying again. Mieke sank to her knees, not trusting her legs to hold her up. She didn’t make a sound, but her mind was racing. The crowd was panicking around her, but all she could hear was the sound the man’s body made when it hit the hard surface, over and over.

Through her tears, she noticed the other two performers talking to each other, though she couldn’t hear their voices. How were they so calm about this? Yeah, it was a dangerous job, but it can’t be every day your partner just up and fucking dies, right?

Mieke couldn’t decide whether she wanted to scream, throw up, or just go to sleep for, like, a week, so she just stayed there on the ground.

BODYGUARD: A New Generation of Protectors

i'm interested :)

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Verum Autem Ex

❣ American Daydream - Electric Guest ❣

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Mieke noticed a tower in the distance and made her way toward it. She doubted it belonged to the comedian she was looking for, but she was still interested. Coming closer, she realized it was some kind of daredevil show. Normally, she would just pass by the spectacle and continue on her way, but something told her that she should stick around.

Standing on the outskirts of the crowd, she couldn’t quite see the action, so she steeled her nerves and started squeezing through the pack of people, muttering “‘scuse me,” and “sorry,” as she went. Her small size helped her out, and she managed to get to the front before the leader finished introducing the stunt, only a little bit frazzled.

Your Friendly Neighborhood Government Sanctioned Superheroes

VAPORWAVE

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Name: Luka Young
Alias: Vaporwave
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Precautions: Dampening Bracelet
Sexuality: Gay and very single (wink wonk~)

Personality: Luka comes off as a very friendly, if strange, person. A lot of the time, he seems to be off in his own world, and in conversation his mind can go weird places. Despite being spacey and sometimes inscrutable, he’s easy to talk to and fun to be around. He’s the kind of person who would start singing out of nowhere just because he felt like it. He has a strange sense of humor, finding comedy in the absurd and slightly scary (He once imagined a horse race in which none of the horses had legs and couldn’t stop laughing for, like, an hour).

While he seems unapologetically unique to an outside observer, Luka actually hides plenty of anxiety and insecurity. He tries his best to be confident in who he is, but he’s used to feeling ashamed of himself. His way of dealing with these feelings isn’t a particularly healthy one: He ignores them, keeping anything less than pleasant hidden under an impenetrable layer of ironic detachment. He’s kind of a mess, but at least he tries.

Powers/Abilities:

> Luka secretes a hallucinogenic substance from his skin at all times.
> The substance can be absorbed through direct contact and produces effects similar to Psylocibin mushrooms.
> When affected, the subject can experience disorientation, psychedelic visions, spatial distortion, feelings of transcendence, euphoria, and paranoia.
> Symptoms take effect after five seconds of continuous contact, and last for ten minutes after contact is broken.
> If Luka gets exceptionally worked up or overexerts himself, he produces much more of the hallucinogen, creating a gaseous miasma around him that can cause lesser effects when breathed in.
> While wearing his dampening bracelet, he can touch people without affecting them much longer than without it. With the bracelet, it takes about an hour for symptoms to start.
> Luka is immune to his own effects, and isn’t affected by any hallucinogenic drugs (at least not after the first time).

Appearance: Luka can easily be mistaken for a girl, which is exactly how he likes it. He looks young, with a short stature and round face, and, when he’s not wearing a uniform, he dresses in a feminine way. He likes wearing bright and pastel colors, mostly pinks and blues, and wears feminine accessories like stockings and decorative hair clips. His aesthetic is very important to him, so he’s not happy about having to wear a gray jumpsuit all the time. He still tries to accessorize as much as he can, though. Just out of spite.

He has fluffy blond hair that reaches his chin, and bright blue eyes. His hair gets in his face, and at this point he’s just given up trying to keep it tamed.

When in costume, he wears a black sleeveless shirt, shorts, thigh-high stockings, and… half-sleeves? He never really figured out what to call the little sort-of-glove things on his arms. The outfit is mostly black and white with pink and blue highlights. To communicate with his team, he wears a pair of headphones with decorative cat ears for extra cute-points.

He can’t dress as cute as he wants to in everyday life, so he has to go hard when he can, okay?

Costume

Other:
> He likes cats, dessert foods, and anime.
> He writes as a hobby. Specifically, he writes erotic fan fiction, mostly involving monsters.
> He vapes, because of course he does.

History: Since he was a kid, Luka was always under the weight of his parents’ expectations. His real estate agent mother and politician father came down hard on him, wanting their only child to be as successful as they were. They didn’t approve of the way he liked to dress, or what he liked to do, and he didn’t dare mention he was anything but straight as an arrow.

The more his parents tried to mold him into the ideal son, the more he pushed back. Eventually, he ended up falling in with a sketchy crowd; the kind of kids who cut class to smoke under the bleachers, and went out into the woods at night to get high.

Luka was 16 when he first tried shrooms. One of his friends had brought some to their get-together, and he needed little coaxing to try them out. Once the hallucinations started, something was triggered within him, though he didn’t realize it until later.

Later, in this case, meant roughly ten minutes later, when the police crashed their hangout. Luka and his friends scattered, but he didn’t get very far in his impaired state. One of the officers grabbed his arm, but something made them let go.

Luka somehow managed to make his way home, stumbling through the door while his parents were still awake. His mother, concerned about his flushed appearance, put a hand on his forehead to check for a fever.

All Luka remembers from the rest of the night is his mother acting weird and scared, and his father panicking and calling 911. Before he knew it, he was packing up his things and being shipped off to New Horizon Academy. Apparently, tripping on shrooms had triggered a dormant superpower in him, and he had given the police officer and his mother contact highs.

His time at the Academy was uneventful; he tried to keep his head down until he graduated. Now that he’s living in the Tower, he’s happy to at least have a little more freedom, but he still doesn’t appreciate the situation he’s been basically forced into.

He’s pent-up and itching to create a little chaos.