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Magnificent Bastards

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Cold Front: Antarctica (March 2019)

Status: Alive	Reno Valentine Gender: Male Age: 33 Height: 6'2" (188cm) Weight: 185 lbs (84kg) Citizenship(s): American Occupation: Custodian / Groundskeeper

Background

Reno never had a lot of opportunities growing up. Lower-class income, not particularly book smart and constantly more focused on his social life than his studies. After dropping out of college, he was looking for an easy way to make a buck. There was an opportunity to be a custodian and groundskeeper that paid a ridiculously inflated wage. The catch was, you had to relocate to Antarctica to fill the position and live there for an extended amount of time. Having nothing back home to tie him down, Reno decided to go for it. Now he calls this gigantic refrigerator Home, Sweet Home. Reno is always nice to the people that work there, but can get a little intimidated by them and their staggeringly specialized intelligence from time to time.

Inventory

1) Skeleton Key

2) Swiss Army Knife

3) Lighter

4) Pack of Cigarettes

5) Smartphone

6) Bottle of Whiskey

Magnificent Bastards

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Cold Front Tacitum (May 2019)

	Leonardo "Leo" Valentino Gender: Male Age: 40 Height: 183cm Weight: 84kg Occupation: Accountant, Money Launderer

Background

Leo grew up in a family of killers. His father was one of many goons for the Crogiolo Syndicate who took a bit of pleasure in doing the dirty work. He raised his boys, Leo and his two brothers, to be tools and weapons for The Family ever since they were young. His brother's had a bloodlust, but Leo never shared those impulses. You cut a man and he'll heal in a few days. The only way to cripple someone permanently is to take away everything that means something to them. While his brothers specialized in tormenting a mark's loved ones, Leo would attack their finances, their tax records, their deeds and the rest of their assets. He would chew you up and spit you out as a homeless, penniless shadow of your former self, leaving you to the wolves of the underworld to sort you out.

The Syndicate sent him to school to get his legitimate degrees and then put him in charge of helping manage the major financial movements within the Family. While Leo has no confirmed deaths on his record, he has a huge list of lives he's destroyed. He is very calm and calculated in all situations. He often overanalyzes a situation in order to predict all possible outcomes of an action before making the move. He can be quick to anger in confrontational situations and thinks quite highly of himself, often assuming that he is the smartest person in any given room.

Resources

• Pinstripe black suit
• 50 Cal Golden Desert Eagle Magnum
• 2019 Audi A8
• Modest home that is much bigger on the inside than it appears on the outside.
• A series of analog ledgers detailing the financial movements of the family
• An assortment of very expensive fountain pens
• Smartphone
• Top of the line laptop computer

Crimes

• Money laundering
• Forgery

Cold Front: Tacitum (Completed)

Leonardo "Leo" Valentino - Crogiolo Syndicate Money Man

	Leonardo "Leo" Valentino Gender: Male Age: 40 Height: 183cm Weight: 84kg Occupation: Accountant, Money Launderer

Background

Leo grew up in a family of killers. His father was one of many goons for the Crogiolo Syndicate who took a bit of pleasure in doing the dirty work. He raised his boys, Leo and his two brothers, to be tools and weapons for The Family ever since they were young. His brother's had a bloodlust, but Leo never shared those impulses. You cut a man and he'll heal in a few days. The only way to cripple someone permanently is to take away everything that means something to them. While his brothers specialized in tormenting a mark's loved ones, Leo would attack their finances, their tax records, their deeds and the rest of their assets. He would chew you up and spit you out as a homeless, penniless shadow of your former self, leaving you to the wolves of the underworld to sort you out.

The Syndicate sent him to school to get his legitimate degrees and then put him in charge of helping manage the major financial movements within the Family. While Leo has no confirmed deaths on his record, he has a huge list of lives he's destroyed. He is very calm and calculated in all situations. He often overanalyzes a situation in order to predict all possible outcomes of an action before making the move. He can be quick to anger in confrontational situations and thinks quite highly of himself, often assuming that he is the smartest person in any given room.

Resources

• Pinstripe black suit
• 50 Cal Golden Desert Eagle Magnum
• 2019 Audi A8
• Modest home that is much bigger on the inside than it appears on the outside.
• A series of analog ledgers detailing the financial movements of the family
• An assortment of very expensive fountain pens
• Smartphone
• Top of the line laptop computer

Crimes

• Money laundering
• Forgery

The Red Hoods: Genesis

I had tabled this idea a while back, but am now open to reconsidering it again if the right partner is found. If you're interested, please let me know.

The Red Hoods: Initiates

Going to post this weekend to move the Main Mission along. I'll stop the post once we get to a point of dialogue with the NPCs. If you'd like to contribute before then, now's the chance!

:)

Cold Front: Tacitum (Completed)

Holla for a dolla

Leonardo "Leo" Valentino - Crogiolo Syndicate Money Man

	Leonardo "Leo" Valentino Gender: Male Age: 40 Height: 183cm Weight: 84kg Occupation: Accountant, Money Launderer

Background

Leo grew up in a family of killers. His father was one of many goons for the Crogiolo Syndicate who took a bit of pleasure in doing the dirty work. He raised his boys, Leo and his two brothers, to be tools and weapons for The Family ever since they were young. His brother's had a bloodlust, but Leo never shared those impulses. You cut a man and he'll heal in a few days. The only way to cripple someone permanently is to take away everything that means something to them. While his brothers specialized in tormenting a mark's loved ones, Leo would attack their finances, their tax records, their deeds and the rest of their assets. He would chew you up and spit you out as a homeless, penniless shadow of your former self, leaving you to the wolves of the underworld to sort you out.

The Syndicate sent him to school to get his legitimate degrees and then put him in charge of helping manage the major financial movements within the Family. While Leo has no confirmed deaths on his record, he has a huge list of lives he's destroyed. He is very calm and calculated in all situations. He often overanalyzes a situation in order to predict all possible outcomes of an action before making the move. He can be quick to anger in confrontational situations and thinks quite highly of himself, often assuming that he is the smartest person in any given room.

Resources

• Pinstripe black suit
• 50 Cal Golden Desert Eagle Magnum
• 2019 Audi A8
• Modest home that is much bigger on the inside than it appears on the outside.
• A series of analog ledgers detailing the financial movements of the family
• An assortment of very expensive fountain pens
• Smartphone
• Top of the line laptop computer

Crimes

• Money laundering
• Bribery
• Perjury
• Forgery

R E B E L L I O N - A Superpower Roleplay (CLOSED)

JACK PERKINS :+: WIT'S END, NYC COMPOUND :+: MENTIONS: @savannahssu@ZAVAZggg

Pickles' eyes narrowed, a look of intrigue and study. While Pickles found himself understandably fantastic, he hardly ever received the same shared feelings from others. He was always met with looks of horror or cries of agony. This woman. She looked danger in the face and beckoned it closer. She's interesting.

"Noooooo shit," came Pickles' audible response as he took a bit of pleasure in watching her walk away. Pickles took a moment to rub together the tips of his middle finger and thumbs as he parched up on his barstool. She had drinks, she wanted company. For whatever reason, Pickles found himself hesitant. He only let himself ponder upon it for but a moment before launching off the stool and landing hard upon his feet, slamming his shoes upon the ground as hard as he could, demanding a reaction from the gathered patrons. He wasn't even sure what reaction he wanted. Any. Just any. Any attention at all. It was intoxicating. He wasn't invisible. He wasn't overlooked. He was regarded. Fear, curiosity, admiration... It didn't matter which flavor he got as long as he was getting it. Ol' Jack. You could ask any patron here if they had seen that sad sap and, despite spending hours here compared to Pickles' minutes, you wouldn't find more than 2 that recognized the former. After today, those same patrons might find that they remember Pickles for the rest of their lives.

The clown obediently followed Tzipporah, led by his own hunger to know this woman. As he made his way out of the front doorway, he found himself staring at a man on approach, welding a cane and an heir of importance. Pickles couldn't hold back a chuckle, small at first but eventually erupting into a roar of delight. These types of people - the ones who put on expensive costumes for the public's viewing pleasure and did a different sort of song and dance for the crowd - those were the most hilarious types of clowns. Pickles' gave the man a finger gun and a click out of the corner of his mouth. "You! You slay me with that getup. I swear YOU'RE a god of comedy!"

He made his way back to the friendly woman who was now sat up upon some boxes, their liquid party still within her grasp. How about 'Rah? Jack seemed to be trying to come up with the prophesied nickname.

"No. You're stupid. STOP talking," he said aloud as he reached for his cider, waiting for her to oblige.

Tzip? Pickles hid his frustration, which took every fiber of his being. Jack had no imagination. After all these years, after continuing this epic partnership, Jack was still just a potato in a field of strawberries. Pickles tried to subtly, but physically shake the voice loose, to resettle the contents of his brain so that the part that Jack controls might get trampled and buried under the rest of the crazy bullshit that embodied his mind.

"You're stupENDOUS!" he said, louder than before, trying to glaze over his previous comment. He sized her up, scanning her from her feet to her charming hazel eyes. The gold bracelet on her wrist caught his attention more than once. "So what is it? You can tell me. What makes you... Here?" Her eyes captivated his without even trying. For a moment, but just a moment, Jack and Pickles forgot who was in control.