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JAMES SKELTER


Name: James Skelter

Age: 20.

Appearance: James stands at 5'9 and weighs around 140 pounds. His build is ectomorphic with a slight muscular definition. His skin tone is pale and his hair are a pitch black, courtesy of his Japanese heritage. His facial structure, in the meanwhile, was inherited from his mother. A normal, unsuspecting person couldn't guess his ancestry unless he revealed it to them.

What sets him apart from other guys his age is his impeccable fashion sense. He enjoys wearing custom tailored suits.

Personality: Pleasant. That would be the best word to describe James. He went through his upbringing in a home of mixed nationalities and cultures, but that surprisingly meshed well and thus enabled him to develop a way of thinking that relied on logic rather than sentiment. Both his parents were religious, his father a Buddhist and his mother a devout Christian, but they didn't force their respective religions on him, electing to have him choose his own path instead. What contrasts his logical disposition is the fact he does believe in a God, but only does so in order to retain what he perceives makes people human - hope. A strength that was granted to him, a by product of his arcane philosophy, is his ability to squeeze his emotions at will. This "gift" serves him well in his line of work.

When interacting in his everyday life, James appears to be a well-spoken, well-mannered guy who always sports a smile in his face while rarely ever showing his teeth. Should shit hit the fan, he will maintain his composure, assess the situation and then operate in accordance to his assessment. He can, at times, be very manipulative, a skill that's required by his job. He is also very observant. James' sense of humor is very dry and borders on dark humor. He may even unintentionally spew out something obscene. While he's not a fan of cursing or vile language, he may use it sparingly. There are certain times where James may lose control of the situation and even become flustered. He doesn't have an issue with engaging in a conversation with strangers, no matter their gender, but does get noticeably flustered once he catches on flirtatious remarks directed at him. He is also quick to turn into a self-loathing whiner whenever his investigation hits a standstill, but does recompose himself after a while.

Background: Born in Lansing, Michigan to a largely dysfunctional family. His father, [NAME REDACTED], was a government employee working under Japan's National Security Council. His mother, [NAME REDACTED], was an intelligence officer working under a shadow oversight committee that was set up to investigate a potential counterfeiting scheme within the Bundeswehr. They were both given assignments in America where they met each other. Five years and four months later, little James was born, the only achievement of a marriage that would crumble shortly after.

James was unremarkable in his childhood days. He laughed if he felt happy. He cried if he felt sad, and also if you punched him in the face. But, he was the son of two fairly remarkable people, so his coming of age was to be inevitable. That happened gradually, but by the time he was 12, he already had an understanding of America's national policies. Fully grasping his advanced knowledge, he kept it hidden from prying ears so as to guard a sense of normalcy, at least until his body developed enough to match his intellect. He quit school at the age of sixteen and immediately got into the business of mediating. If anyone signed a contract which they regretted shortly thereafter, he would do everything in his power to find loopholes in said contract. If there was a dispute between two parties regarding a possession, he'd waltz in and find a common ground between. That was his job in a nutshell.

His business took a while to take off, mainly because people were skeptical of his abilities. Understandably, they didn't feel comfortable having a teenager solve their internal affair. After the first three successful cases though, word of mouth spread out and he gained notoriety. His success streak was interrupted when his father came to visit one day. Aware of his splendid progression in the world of business, he made him an offer that was far too ambitious for his tastes. News of people around the world dying of cardiac arrests were spreading like wildfire. People were concerned and afraid. He let James know that Japan was planning to take measures, but they needed the world's most promising sleuths to crack the case. James initially refused, but accepted the offer after some pondering.

Strengths [3]:
  • Observation: He is very observant and is often able to notice patterns that others don't.
  • Emotional Manipulation: While he doesn't enjoy it, James will use immoral manipulation of emotions to achieve his goals.
  • Deductive and Inductive Reasoning: That is, essentially, how James draws his conclusion. So far he hasn't made an incorrect deduction.


Weaknesses [3]:
  • Socially Inept with Women: As stated earlier, he doesn't have an issue with chatting women so long as the conversation is not flirtatious. That's when he loses his head.
  • Physically Unremarkable: Punch, kick and run. That is James' fighting style in a nutshell.
  • Doesn't like to lose: Because he's never lost in his life, James hates it when his cases hit a standstill, as they're bound to sometimes. That's when he might flip a table.


Guilty Pleasure(s):
  • The Transformers movies.
You have my interest. I saw this before and liked the concept, but I wanted to see more people get aboard before I got in it.

Hopefully, it won't fail.
I normally don't do welcoming committee stuff in the Guild, but this introduction sort of captivated me.

So, welcome.

P.S: As someone who hates the dramatization and ridiculous portrayal of sports in anime, I'll definitely check this Haikyuu!! whenever I have time to spare
Apologize for not making a character sheet sooner. I'm dealing with some stuff as of now. I'll get a sheet up sometime later today. That's a promise.
If it's Casual-level, consider me in.
For an RP that's in it's beginning phase, this one's moving at a slow pace. While I don't lack the patience to quit after 2-3 days of no response, nor am I the type of person to lose interest in a jiffy, this is an indicator that this RP won't last long. I'm not interested in participating in a roleplay that is gonna crash before a proper takeoff.

I'm leaving. Good luck to all of you in your endeavours.
@Buddha,@RyoRyoRyoken Guys, I need to know if we're still doing this. If we're not, I might as well back off now.

I'm sorry for maybe nagging you a little bit too much, but my last IC post was almost three weeks ago and the latest one was by Raijin about a week ago. I think my concerns are justifiable.

Edit: I'll take the lack of a response as a hard yes. It was fun while it lasted.
- Aidan Frost/Aprozop

Location: The Narrows Overpass


The scenery that surrounded the overpass situated in the deep end of the poverty-stricken Narrows, a place so untidy and chaotic it made Gotham look like the Bahamas, was the type that a goth kid would be quickly enamored with. The majesty of the crescent moon which stood up and watched over the globe, covered by the coal black clouds and the smog, a by product of the increasing level of pollution. For a career criminal looking for some mischief, those conditions were heaven. For any decent person hoping to make it home safe - not so much.

Two factions stood in front of one another, some of their members leaning in their vehicles while some keeping themselves up on their feet, maintaining a straight and unwavering posture. There were eight people in one side and nine on the other, ten if you had the foresight to anticipate a well-hidden sniper in the torn out building a few hundred feet behind. Judging by their impeccable fashion style which contrasted their deplorable mannerisms, it didn't take a knowledge of rocket science to deduce they were both part of a mob. After some chit-chat, one of the mob leaders made a quick hand motion to one of his trained "monkeys", commanding him to pop open the trunk. Like a good simian, the guard complied. Disregarding the feminine screams coming from the car, he opened the trunk revealing a young, auburn-haired lady, her mouth patched up along with her feet and hands. The mascara smeared all over her cheeks coupled with the horrid smell signified she had been in there for quite a long time. The associated mob leader moved at a steady pace towards the trunk, two of his guards trailing behind. Laying his rotten eyes upon the girl, he let out a devilish smirk before nodding to his partner.

"That is her. Mr. Andretti will be very pleased.", his voice was naturally rough even though he seemed to be content with the service that was provided to him. His counter-part didn't appear to be as giddy, though, responding in a manner that can be almost deemed hostile.

"Not so fast. You need to hand us the money first, pretty boy."

"Or else?", the man retorted quickly. His remark tensed up the situation as both parties slunk their hands down their jackets where their weapons were holstered. After a long pause, the offended individual spoke, a thick layer of disdain cladding his tone.

"Do you really want to know!", he questioned, although the way how the sentence was uttered didn't sound like a question. Their metaphorical dick measuring contest ended with a short burst of raucous laughter by the potential buyer. He raised his left hand up then wiggled at one of his henchmen, the one carrying a black briefcase. He then opened said briefcase and then raised it up in display. The seller moved close, inspecting the 100 dollar bills carefully.

"Looks good.", the man declared to his people, at the same time instructing them to hand over the girl to his clients. Before they could reach out for her however, a noise put everyone on high alert as they armed their weapons and were all facing the direction of that sound which was coming closer by the second. At first, all they could make were a dual set of bright lights as they rammed through the fence and then the sound of a car, what looked like a jeep. Chaos ensued as a hailstorm of bullets penetrated the car's windshield, the sound of breaking glass drowned under the dominant noise of gunfire. The car eventually stopped, prompting two goons to move closer in order to inspect it. Much to their dismay, there was no one in the car but a rock in the gas pedal and one of their henchmen tied up to the bumper in the back, a sniper rifle attached to his hand via a cable. He was alive, his constant shuffling and groaning was evidence of that, but he was severely injured most likely due to the rough asphalt scraping his skin.

The mafia goons went from shooting what they thought was a common enemy to staring down the barrels of each other's guns in a second. There were a lot of accusations and insults hurled at one another, but none of them had the guts to shoot first. Their beef was distracting enough, so much so that they completely ignored the out-of-place, faceless stranger jacking their car with the "merchandise" in it. Three of the henchmen ran towards the car in an attempt to stop him from ruining their business, however the car began to skid in a circle, causing it's rear to hit their bodies and send them flying a couple of feet away. Not willing to endanger the girl's life, the stranger, Aprozop, sped off into the night. The mafia goons boarded their vehicles only to find out their tires were pricked and were now flat as a pancake.

Minutes later, the car's trunk popped open and the auburn-haired girl was greeted by the faceless stranger. She wheezed, trying to move her feet and hands erratically in an attempt to escape her neverending nightmare. Aprozop put his hand on her shoulder and uttered, calmly. "Calm down. I'm here in behalf of your father.", his tone was serene and almost angelic. The mention of her father calmed her down a bit, although she still had mixed feelings regarding his appearance. In a rapid motion, Aidan removed the restrictions in her mouth and limbs before moving a few feet away, allowing her to take everything in. She barely got out of the trunk but once she did, she was greeted by the interior of the second story of a multi-story car park. "You must remain here for the time being. I have notified the police and your father of your rescue. They'll be here to collect you any time now." Understandably, she was having difficulties with making sense of the situation. Unfortunately for Aidan, it was going become even more muddled.

Without prior notice, the girl fainted. Just like that. Though her fall was ominously soft, like all out of a sudden the weight was removed from her and all was left was hollow skin. That admittedly took Aprozop aback, which is an achievement in it's own, but he was quick to determine that the perpetrator wasn't a natural occurrence. He quickly shifted his sight to his right, spotting a mysterious woman wearing a red robe and a face mask. She gave off a metahuman feel right off the bat.

"Splendid job.", she congratulated Aprozop, although he had a feeling that was not the sole reason she was there. He quickly pondered in his head whether he should respond to that or not, but in the end opted not to, choosing to let her explain the situation.

"It's a shame you have no time to savor this victory of yours." Whoever this lady was, she sure knew how to play the guessing game.

"And I see you are dressed up like someone who has a statement to make. Speak.", Aprozop finally responded, completely unfazed of her ominous words or the fact she appeared out of thin air. He grabbed the unconscious girl and dragged her to the back seat of the car, keeping his ears peeled for any decent explanation on just what the fuck was happening.

"I have information regarding the case you're working on. The crucial kind." Aidan smiled under his skintight mask, a smile that only lingered for a couple of seconds and was very hard to make out.

"If that's so, then you know my case has just been resolved. Thank you ma'am, but no thank you." With that said, he steadily walked past her, getting a good look at her mask in the process. He couldn't lie - he was somewhat curious. He didn't make it far though before he froze in his path. It was because of something she said.

"I'm not referring to this case in particular." No more words needed to be said. Aidan knew what she was talking about. He was willing to pay attention again.

"The Archer. A bar in Bludhaven, east of Downtown. If you head over there, then you'll unlock the missing pieces of your deadly puzzle. The password is -The arrow shoots straight."

"How do I-", before he could pose one last question, the woman disappeared. Aidan felt that the circumstances in which this invitation was made were very dodgy, but he'd seen dodgier. All his previous leads regarding the superhero disappearance case went cold after a while. He didn't have the luxury of discarding a potential lead in favor of his own safety.

The sound of emerging sirens snapped him out of his thoughts as he made his way down the parking lot, where his car was parked. He sped up past the police cars and into the highway. Next stop - Bludhaven.

Location: Bludhaven, Downtown
"The Archer" Bar


Aidan parked his car nearby, electing to make his way inside the establishment on foot. It was very easy to shuffle through people at night. The darkness obstructed Aprozop's facial features, or lack thereof, which were covered by his fedora anyway. So long as no one mistook him for a co-worker or something, then he'd be fine. Wasn't long until he found himself standing right before the bar. After a brief pause, he grasped the handle firmly and then shoved the door open. He stumbled his way through the people in the direction of the bartender, a young man in his 20s. Or at least he looked that way. Aidan didn't get to the talking immediately, waiting for the boy to notice him. It was only then that he said the magic words.

"The arrow shoots straight."
Unfortunately, I can't get to posting tonight. Tomorrow's gonna be fine, though.
I am used to waiting by now.
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