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The Rogue Rook
STATUS: We are each an extra in someone else's movie. But we get to decide if it's a speaking part. 9 yrs ago
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We are each an extra in someone else's movie. But we get to decide if it's a speaking part.
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Currently looking for people for The Continental - Hoping we can get some traction going.
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I'm no stranger to writing and roleplays, having written in quite a few over the years. I try to put a lot of thought into my characters, and even more into the projects that I take on, and I hold myself to a pretty high standard.
For me, the story is king, not my characters, and I write with that in mind. Inter-connectivity and relationships between the different characters in a roleplay are what make the writing interesting, and that means that writers need to avoid selfishly making their characters the constant center of attention. As such, I try to write by a very specific maxim:
Write for the story, not for your glory.
If you've got an RP that you think I might be able to add to, please feel free to shoot me a message. Glad to be here!
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@Peik Yes, you're good to go.
The situation, as far as your characters are concerned, is essentially this:
There are twelve major crime families throughout the city, (which you're free to elaborate on). The first lieutenant (second-in-command) of every family has been marked with a $200,000 bounty, which is not insignificant.
These bounties have been offered by a mystery organization from Philadelphia, from a contact known only as "Stage," with a phone number.
Your character may (or may not) have heard rumors about a rising organization in Philadelphia that may (or may not) have something to do with Mallory's disappearance from Continental Management seven years ago, but all of that is just coincidence, rumor, and hearsay. As far as the overall "community" is concerned, Mallory is dead and gone.
The Continental is still the only real "safe zone" in the city, but otherwise, things are open to do with as your characters see fit. With this new information, your characters are encouraged "to do that voodoo that you do, so well."
The situation, as far as your characters are concerned, is essentially this:
There are twelve major crime families throughout the city, (which you're free to elaborate on). The first lieutenant (second-in-command) of every family has been marked with a $200,000 bounty, which is not insignificant.
These bounties have been offered by a mystery organization from Philadelphia, from a contact known only as "Stage," with a phone number.
Your character may (or may not) have heard rumors about a rising organization in Philadelphia that may (or may not) have something to do with Mallory's disappearance from Continental Management seven years ago, but all of that is just coincidence, rumor, and hearsay. As far as the overall "community" is concerned, Mallory is dead and gone.
The Continental is still the only real "safe zone" in the city, but otherwise, things are open to do with as your characters see fit. With this new information, your characters are encouraged "to do that voodoo that you do, so well."
I hope that the first post was not too confusing... The goal was to offer some beginning opportunities, possibly a little shrouded backstory, to start things moving. But if more information is needed, I can certainly oblige.
The business card was simple enough - A white, crisp card with The Continental seal imprinted, and just the simplest of statements printed innocuously along the bottom edge.
No business may be conducted on Continental premises.
Aiden Mallory chuckled as he tossed the card aside, before pouring himself a Rusty Nail on the rocks. Heavy Scotch, only a splash of Drambuie. As he lowered the half-full tumbler from his lips, he let the burn settle into his throat with an appreciative smirk.
The night was quiet in New York.
Mallory looked out over his balcony at the bustling movement below, but knew that he was far too far above it all, his grey eyes scanning over the star-spatted skyline with a regal regard.
It'd been only seven years since he was last here, and even now, he could feel the old game calling him back again. It was the start of something grand, he knew, and he wasn't about to let this new opportunity slip through his fingers without him gripping it for all it was worth.
The Continental, he mused. My Continental.
He was well aware of the stories that had been told about him. About his corruption, about his expulsion. Many within the business even thought that he had actually been killed outright, to never be seen again.
His growing influence in Philly had certainly quelched that idea.
He sipped his Nail again. The burn seemed a little less real, but no less potent.
It had taken six years to piece together what he wanted to accomplish. To lay the plans, and design the strategy. The bait was in play, and now all he needed to do was set the traps and wait for things to lock in place.
They have no idea what's coming. Mallory smirked to himself, lifting the glass to his lips again, this time draining the glass entirely before planting it onto the railing, ice rattling within.
Mallory's organization was ready to go, and up to now, mostly out of sight. For most in the business, he was still but a ghost, a wraith used to tell scary stories and to set an example. This was the way that The Management had chosen to put these events into their history.
But history,, thought Mallory, stepping away from the balcony. Is doomed to be repeated.
His phone chirped softly, and he tapped it open.
"Go," he said simply.
"Stage One is in play," said the voice on the line. Mallory smirked at the pseudo-efficiency of the name.
"Good. Back off, and let's see where that takes us." He ended the call.
Twelve marks for twelve mercs. That had been the first call. He'd placed a $200,000 bounty on each of the second-in-commands of every major family in New York City. High enough to cause significant alarm. But not quite a bullet to the brain.
At least, not yet.
Instead, he wanted the kings to the table. Honor of kings still in command of their kingdoms was much more malleable than those of mere princes.
That kind of money, though, was sure to draw in quite the incentive. Surely, the ensuing influx of "conversation" would garner some attention.
Mallory certainly hoped so. He poured himself another, but this time, just Scotch.
The night was quiet in New York.
It certainly was. He drained the glass with one gulp.
No business may be conducted on Continental premises.
Aiden Mallory chuckled as he tossed the card aside, before pouring himself a Rusty Nail on the rocks. Heavy Scotch, only a splash of Drambuie. As he lowered the half-full tumbler from his lips, he let the burn settle into his throat with an appreciative smirk.
The night was quiet in New York.
Mallory looked out over his balcony at the bustling movement below, but knew that he was far too far above it all, his grey eyes scanning over the star-spatted skyline with a regal regard.
It'd been only seven years since he was last here, and even now, he could feel the old game calling him back again. It was the start of something grand, he knew, and he wasn't about to let this new opportunity slip through his fingers without him gripping it for all it was worth.
The Continental, he mused. My Continental.
He was well aware of the stories that had been told about him. About his corruption, about his expulsion. Many within the business even thought that he had actually been killed outright, to never be seen again.
His growing influence in Philly had certainly quelched that idea.
He sipped his Nail again. The burn seemed a little less real, but no less potent.
It had taken six years to piece together what he wanted to accomplish. To lay the plans, and design the strategy. The bait was in play, and now all he needed to do was set the traps and wait for things to lock in place.
They have no idea what's coming. Mallory smirked to himself, lifting the glass to his lips again, this time draining the glass entirely before planting it onto the railing, ice rattling within.
Mallory's organization was ready to go, and up to now, mostly out of sight. For most in the business, he was still but a ghost, a wraith used to tell scary stories and to set an example. This was the way that The Management had chosen to put these events into their history.
But history,, thought Mallory, stepping away from the balcony. Is doomed to be repeated.
His phone chirped softly, and he tapped it open.
"Go," he said simply.
"Stage One is in play," said the voice on the line. Mallory smirked at the pseudo-efficiency of the name.
"Good. Back off, and let's see where that takes us." He ended the call.
Twelve marks for twelve mercs. That had been the first call. He'd placed a $200,000 bounty on each of the second-in-commands of every major family in New York City. High enough to cause significant alarm. But not quite a bullet to the brain.
At least, not yet.
Instead, he wanted the kings to the table. Honor of kings still in command of their kingdoms was much more malleable than those of mere princes.
That kind of money, though, was sure to draw in quite the incentive. Surely, the ensuing influx of "conversation" would garner some attention.
Mallory certainly hoped so. He poured himself another, but this time, just Scotch.
The night was quiet in New York.
It certainly was. He drained the glass with one gulp.
Alright - I'm planning out the beginnings of things, at least to get a scenario started. I'm planning to post on Saturday to kick things off. (I'd do it sooner, but work is kind of kicking my ass at the moment.)
I'll be able to post more regularly next week, but I wanted to take the time to plan out a good starting post, and I won't have a good hour of free time until Saturday morning.
I'll be able to post more regularly next week, but I wanted to take the time to plan out a good starting post, and I won't have a good hour of free time until Saturday morning.
@DJAtomika That seems reasonable. We'd have to come up with who that character is, because he wouldn't be the same guy that we've seen in the movie, (I mean, you've got to think that ten years is quite some time, especially in this line of work - I'm certainly not close to who I was a decade ago, and I'm not in the assassin business... That I'm aware of...). He'd practically be a different character.
That could certainly work.
@Vilhelm That seems like an interesting, if cooky character. He should fit right in.
That could certainly work.
@Vilhelm That seems like an interesting, if cooky character. He should fit right in.
Considering their line of work, age may not be the best indication of time in that film.
I don't actually know. How long has he owned The Continental?
Good questions:
1) What your characters know, and how they figure it out, that's really up to you. You know your character better than I do - What would they do in this kind of situation?
2) Typically, there aren't really "sides" in a group like this. Again, it's really just about who your character is. Would they be more inclined to side with The Management? Or would they be more interested in replacing them?
3) My thought was that this organization was a long-running one, similar to Tarasov's organization in the film. They've got plenty of muscle, plenty of firepower, and plenty of resources, and there's bound to be several such families around, which actually leads into my next answer:
4) I would prefer we not engage with the actual characters from the film, if only because it allows us to be more open about what we're writing. Let's set our story perpetually ten years before the events of the film, which means there should be a good number of different criminal families operating in the city, plenty of opportunities for mischief, and we can try to avoid the relationships that the film has established.
But then again, those are my thoughts.
1) What your characters know, and how they figure it out, that's really up to you. You know your character better than I do - What would they do in this kind of situation?
2) Typically, there aren't really "sides" in a group like this. Again, it's really just about who your character is. Would they be more inclined to side with The Management? Or would they be more interested in replacing them?
3) My thought was that this organization was a long-running one, similar to Tarasov's organization in the film. They've got plenty of muscle, plenty of firepower, and plenty of resources, and there's bound to be several such families around, which actually leads into my next answer:
4) I would prefer we not engage with the actual characters from the film, if only because it allows us to be more open about what we're writing. Let's set our story perpetually ten years before the events of the film, which means there should be a good number of different criminal families operating in the city, plenty of opportunities for mischief, and we can try to avoid the relationships that the film has established.
But then again, those are my thoughts.
Just noticed this suddenly got posts! There still room for a fifth in here? ^^;
That shouldn't be a problem. Go ahead and toss a profile up, and we'll see if we can't get you settled in.
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