Mister Thirteen

| A Father’s Shadow |

@Super Duper

Beatrice's smile never left her face.

"Of course I know you, dear," she said,"well, at least who you are. Mister Colvin told me to be expecting you sometime today. He's told us about you. George and I have been preparing for your arrival all week in fact."

She paused briefly, then continued.

"Mister Colvin is not home right now I'm afraid, he's at work at the office. He won't be home until around six o'clock, but he instructed me to help you get settled in, you know, show you around, show you to your room, all that."

The squeaking of vehicle breaks could suddenly be heard behind Maddison.
The driver had sat Maddison's bags behind her and was already back in his car pulling backward down the driveway, through the reopened gate, and out into the street.
With a quaint roar from the engine, he went cruising on down the street away from the lavish estate.

Beatrice stepped past Maddison and lifted her bags up, holding them firmly at her sides gripped in each hand. The large gate slowly closed again as Beatrice stepped past Maddison with her bags.

"Come on," she said,"let's get your things up to your room, and then I'll make you something to eat if you'd like. Or, you can wait until this evening and dine with Mister Colvin. It's your choice."

| A Father’s Shadow |

That first post of mine wasn't really my best @Super Duper, sorry about that.

The first post is always the hardest. >.<

| A Father’s Shadow |

@Super Duper

The pleasant summer air was suddenly split by a single sound.

It was the opening of a door.

Not a car door, but the large, glazed oak door on the front of the grand mansion that towered before Maddison.



The door slowly came open, swinging around tenderly without so much as a squeak on it's oiled hinges.
The door now stood wide open, and a woman came striding out.
A short woman in a black and white outfit with a simple apron at front, and tied around her waist over the apron was a kind of belt from which several objects hung from thin loop-like straps. A dust rag, a spray bottle, a sponge, and a small can of windex.

She was a maid, clear and obvious.
As she briskly approached, her gaze locked tightly on Maddison.
She had long blonde hair tied into a tight bun, and her eyes were a piercing ice blue, her slightly wrinkled face had a rather sympathetic motherly look to it.
She was noticeably shorter than Maddison by a good two inches or so.

She now stood before Maddison, her arms held firmly at her sides.
Her stern motherly face softened into a sweet smile as she looked into Maddison's face.

"You must be Maddison," she said, breaking the silence,"my name is Beatrice, it's so good to see you."
Her voice was sweet like honey, and her tone was gentle and kind.

| A Father’s Shadow |

Blake Steward Colvin

Name: Blake Colvin

Age: 40

Height: 5'10

Weight: 185

Voice: (Kiefer Sutherland)

Personality: A very stern and somewhat dry individual, Blake gives a very serious, no-nonsense aurora even when one simply beholds his presence, a trait that is intensified when he speaks and is socialized with.
Though somewhat harsh and seemingly uncaring at times, he is not totally devoid of feeling and positive emotion, but rather keeps them locked away, only to be revealed to those who can find a way to soften his hardened interior.

Short Biography: Blake Colvin has dedicated most of his life to police work and domestic security, and for the past seven years he has worked as a field agent for the CIA (Central Intelligence Agency).
Early in his twenties he was a member of the local police department in Langley, Virginia, his hometown, and at the age of twenty-seven, he joined the FBI and was an active agent for six years.
At thirty-three, he was taken on at the Central Intelligence Agency, and has been one of their more reliable operatives since he first joined.
He has successfully carried out a notable count of missions in countries such as Syria, Iraq, Colombia, Peru, and Nicaragua.

Blake was born and raised in Langley, though after being taken on at the FBI, he moved to Manhattan Island in New York. He of course would return home after joining the CIA.

Blake and his wife, Maddison's mother, married when Blake was twenty-one, but would later divorce when Blake was twenty-five, two years before he joined the FBI. Maddison was a year old at this time.

After the heated divorce, Blake and Maddison's mother attempted methods of custody and visitation regarding Maddison, though they simply couldn't seem to reach an agreeable term.
Maddsion's mother finally decided on refusing child support from Blake, as well as denying Blake custody or even visitation rights.
The two broke off communication completely, their last time seeing each other was in the courtroom when the final outcome was realized.

Blake has spent the last fifteen years pondering his marriage and his far away child in much of his spare time, divided between a sense of longing and bitterness. Part of him wished to attempt to reach out to Maddison's mother, while another part of him remained bitter and angry that his ex-wife was too self-centered and dense to support him in career and the amount of related time demand.
Though he missed his daughter greatly, Blake never did attempt to contact her mother.

When news of his ex-wife's death reached him as well as the solitary state of his now motherless daughter, after fifteen years, he would finally reach out.

My daddy is a Secret Agent. (FEMALE PARTNER NEEDED) (18+ )

Bump.

My daddy is a Secret Agent. (FEMALE PARTNER NEEDED) (18+ )

I am not exactly the keenest on flamboyant introductory salutations, so I bid you a simple hello and a friendly welcome to my interest check, and I thank you for your time.

Now, to the pleasantry at hand...

As of recent, I have been mentally formulating an idea of what I see would be a potentially good story. A modernized epic awash in drama, thrill, action, mortality, and a deeply emotional story of a father-daughter relationship(those get me every time). With a reliable partner of parallel writing standards and calibre, I believe this simple idea of mine could be written into an amazing story that we shall both enjoy.
So without further ado, onward.

Our story is centered around a teenage girl (15-17) whose mother recently passed away. With no other close relatives at hand, the girl is sent to Langley, Virginia to live with her estranged father whom her mother divorced when the girl was an infant.
Her father is a very solemn, stern man and is somewhat introverted. A workaholic of little social grace and a dry personality.

The girl hardly remembers him at all as she was still just a baby when her mother left him and moved.
All she knows is his name. (Yet to be decided by me.)

The girl, coming from a lower-middle class life, will be surprised to find her father a crisp man who lives in a wealthy estate mansion in a more upper-scale area of Langley.

The girl will discover that her father is initially rather cold and somewhat harsh towards her, much to her disappointment.
He is also very secretive about his job, and refuses to tell her what he does for a living.
Several parts of the mansion are also locked, and he refuses her admission, though she will witness him coming and going from these locked rooms by a skeleton key to the mansion.

Along with her hard-hearted father, the girl will also be forced to adjust to higher class lifestyle as well as attending a new school with wealthy teens who will initially be quite unfriendly to her, her having come from a lower class environment.

The girl will steadily begin to somewhat adjust, though much about her father will continue to elude her.
In time, she will begin to make a habit of sneaking around the mansion, snooping through her father's private things, and trying to get her hands on the skeleton key that he seems to never take off his person.

Unfortunately for her, her unbending curiosity will threaten to tear a rift between she and her father.
As well as endanger her own life.
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So;

I of course will be awaiting a response from any potential partners.
The above is truly only a basic concept idea, and still requires refining and ironing out with my partner-to-be.

Please know that I am a very flexible individual, and I do not make a habit of straw-bossing an RP. I am capable of working 50-50 with anyone, so there's no worry of me trying to overlord or dictate an RP. It is a team project, and there is no "I" in team.

What I have written above is what you could call a skeletal concept. My partner-to-be and I will develop and evolve further detail and lore and properly refine the details.

So then, I'll be waiting for any responses and hope to hear from someone soon!

OTHER INFORMATION ABOUT ME;

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-I prefer to RP in 2nd and 3rd person only.

-I do not do smut/XXX material.

-My writing levels range from mid-casual to low-advanced.

-I do not RP offsite (chat, messaging, email, ect.), I stick to the forums of the given site.

-I am a patient person overall, so no worries about me stamping my feet and storming off because you took a little longer than your norm.

Greetings...

Greetings,

I am Mister Thirteen, your newest member as of now.

Good evening.