I'm interested! Will post a character sheet asap.
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Hide's response was almost comical, but George appreciated his enthusiasm. It was a long time since he'd seen any brightness in the force, all the more experienced officers had recently shared a look of grim resignation.
Looking Hide up and down, he came to a conclusion. Yeah, he may be a bit inexperienced, but he was what the force needed. Young, optimistic recruits.
"I've got a preposition for you, as long as you want it." Pausing for a moment, but carrying on before he had the chance to reply, "If you accept, you report to me now, I'll file a partnership claim for you. I'll show you the ropes, it'd be good to have some company, and maybe you can hold some of my stuff top". George followed this up with a wink to show he was joking. "My names George Viatelli in case you didn't know, if you want to accept my offer, come to my desk at the office before noon tomorrow".
With that, there was a soft pop, and George was gone.
Looking Hide up and down, he came to a conclusion. Yeah, he may be a bit inexperienced, but he was what the force needed. Young, optimistic recruits.
"I've got a preposition for you, as long as you want it." Pausing for a moment, but carrying on before he had the chance to reply, "If you accept, you report to me now, I'll file a partnership claim for you. I'll show you the ropes, it'd be good to have some company, and maybe you can hold some of my stuff top". George followed this up with a wink to show he was joking. "My names George Viatelli in case you didn't know, if you want to accept my offer, come to my desk at the office before noon tomorrow".
With that, there was a soft pop, and George was gone.
As Nikola wandered away, George watched him get swallowed up by a swarm of reporters. Damn, they're like vulchers, they can spot a dead body a mile off. Seeing a nervous looking cop approach him, although only looking a few years younger than himself, he gave off an air of inexperience which made him seem much younger.
"Excuse me, sir? How do you figure that it was an Addario kill because of the ice? And even if this is Addario territory, couldn't the Cap-ions be doing this to pin the blame on them? Campi-nes... Camponies... Campones?"
"Its not the ice itself. But the way its been used. Did you see the way they'd covered it head to toe? That's typical Addario, over the top flamboyance. I'm not ruling out the Campione's, but its not their style, killing someone not on their own turf." Pausing, he saw the younger man didn't look too pleased about being at the crime scene. "What's your name kid? And how long you been on the force?"
"Excuse me, sir? How do you figure that it was an Addario kill because of the ice? And even if this is Addario territory, couldn't the Cap-ions be doing this to pin the blame on them? Campi-nes... Camponies... Campones?"
"Its not the ice itself. But the way its been used. Did you see the way they'd covered it head to toe? That's typical Addario, over the top flamboyance. I'm not ruling out the Campione's, but its not their style, killing someone not on their own turf." Pausing, he saw the younger man didn't look too pleased about being at the crime scene. "What's your name kid? And how long you been on the force?"
George Viatelli was sitting in an upmarket coffee shop, enjoying an exquisite espresso, his Italian heritage gave him a taste for fine coffee - among other things.
As he finished it off, swirling the empty cup appreciatively, his phone bleeped. A quick glance at the screen revealed that there had been another murder. The look of enjoyment was gone in an instant and replaced by a hard, bordering on obsessed, look on his face. "Sorry John, got to get going, work stuff." After a grunt in reply from the barrista, George vanished, accompanied by a soft 'pop' sound.
Teleporting all the way to the crime scene required lot of energy, but George was unphased by this, there was little chance of a fight since the criminals would be long gone. Ducking under the police cordon and pausing to straighten his suit, after flashing his detective badge and striding over to the body, he knelt and examined it. A voice near his ear told him there was no match on the victim.
"Chances are this was an Addario kill" George said out loud, to no one in particular, "the amount of ice embedded in it and the fact our most recent sources tell us this is now Addario territory give it away." As he stood, George sighed, despite their best efforts people continued to die. Innocent bystanders as often as mobsters, and the murderers could just slip away in to the croud and they were none the wiser.
Looking around he saw Massino arriving, he had never properly spoke to him but recognised him from the office. Their was something off about that guy, but pushing his speculating aside he walked up to him and offered his hand to shake.
"Detective Viatelli" he said, by way of introduction.
As he finished it off, swirling the empty cup appreciatively, his phone bleeped. A quick glance at the screen revealed that there had been another murder. The look of enjoyment was gone in an instant and replaced by a hard, bordering on obsessed, look on his face. "Sorry John, got to get going, work stuff." After a grunt in reply from the barrista, George vanished, accompanied by a soft 'pop' sound.
Teleporting all the way to the crime scene required lot of energy, but George was unphased by this, there was little chance of a fight since the criminals would be long gone. Ducking under the police cordon and pausing to straighten his suit, after flashing his detective badge and striding over to the body, he knelt and examined it. A voice near his ear told him there was no match on the victim.
"Chances are this was an Addario kill" George said out loud, to no one in particular, "the amount of ice embedded in it and the fact our most recent sources tell us this is now Addario territory give it away." As he stood, George sighed, despite their best efforts people continued to die. Innocent bystanders as often as mobsters, and the murderers could just slip away in to the croud and they were none the wiser.
Looking around he saw Massino arriving, he had never properly spoke to him but recognised him from the office. Their was something off about that guy, but pushing his speculating aside he walked up to him and offered his hand to shake.
"Detective Viatelli" he said, by way of introduction.
Done
Name: Lorcan Bell
Appearance: A sharply defined face, pale skin and pale grey eyes. His black hair sits shaggily atop his head, only just long enough for it to reach his eyebrow. His body is tall, and gangly, with relatively thin shoulders and a soft, kindly facial expression. When he was at school he wore his Ravenclaw robes, and outside of school he usually wears black skinny jeans and plain t shirts or jumpers.
Wand Type: His wand is 12 inches, made of mahogany and containing dragon heartstring.
What Are You? Mudblood
House: Ravenclaw
Year At Hogwarts: 7
Bio: Born to a muggle family, he had often wondered why he made strange things happen, such as making the school bully burst out in giant spots, or setting his own bed on fire. When he got the letter his parents initially assumed it to be a joke, but when he returned home full of tales of magic far too fanciful for a 12 year old boy to have conjured up, they begrudgingly accepted magic. During his time at Hogwarts he has few friends and fewer enemies. He kept to himself.
He tried hard to be the model Ravenclaw students and excel academically, however his only real area of natural talent lay in charms and defence against the dark arts.
When Harry returned from the Triwizard maze, and Dumbledore declared Voldemort to have returned, Lorcan accepted this. He was in the stands when Harry returned clutching Cedric Diggorys body, and the haunted look on his face was no made up story.
Since then he has done his best to resist the dark lord and the corrupt ministry, in any small way a pupil such as himself could.
He joined 'Dumbledore's Army' and has publicly said he believed in Voldemorts return, leading the few friends he had to leave him
Now as the snatchers rise, he is ready to run.
Personality: Stubborn, quiet, honest, loyal.
Special Talents: Charms, Defence against the dark arts
Fears/Weaknesses: Bad at transfiguration, potions, is scared of heights.
Appearance: A sharply defined face, pale skin and pale grey eyes. His black hair sits shaggily atop his head, only just long enough for it to reach his eyebrow. His body is tall, and gangly, with relatively thin shoulders and a soft, kindly facial expression. When he was at school he wore his Ravenclaw robes, and outside of school he usually wears black skinny jeans and plain t shirts or jumpers.
Wand Type: His wand is 12 inches, made of mahogany and containing dragon heartstring.
What Are You? Mudblood
House: Ravenclaw
Year At Hogwarts: 7
Bio: Born to a muggle family, he had often wondered why he made strange things happen, such as making the school bully burst out in giant spots, or setting his own bed on fire. When he got the letter his parents initially assumed it to be a joke, but when he returned home full of tales of magic far too fanciful for a 12 year old boy to have conjured up, they begrudgingly accepted magic. During his time at Hogwarts he has few friends and fewer enemies. He kept to himself.
He tried hard to be the model Ravenclaw students and excel academically, however his only real area of natural talent lay in charms and defence against the dark arts.
When Harry returned from the Triwizard maze, and Dumbledore declared Voldemort to have returned, Lorcan accepted this. He was in the stands when Harry returned clutching Cedric Diggorys body, and the haunted look on his face was no made up story.
Since then he has done his best to resist the dark lord and the corrupt ministry, in any small way a pupil such as himself could.
He joined 'Dumbledore's Army' and has publicly said he believed in Voldemorts return, leading the few friends he had to leave him
Now as the snatchers rise, he is ready to run.
Personality: Stubborn, quiet, honest, loyal.
Special Talents: Charms, Defence against the dark arts
Fears/Weaknesses: Bad at transfiguration, potions, is scared of heights.
Name: Lorcan Bell
Appearance: A sharply defined face, pale skin and pale grey eyes. His black hair sits shaggily atop his head, only just long enough for it to reach his eyebrow. His body is tall, and gangly, with relatively thin shoulders and a soft, kindly facial expression. When he was at school he wore his Ravenclaw robes, and outside of school he usually wears black skinny jeans and plain t shirts or jumpers.
Wand Type: His wand is 12 inches, made of mahogany and containing dragon heartstring.
Age: 17
What Are You? Mudblood
House: Ravenclaw
Year At Hogwarts: 7
Bio: Born to a muggle family, he had often wondered why he made strange things happen, such as making the school bully burst out in giant spots, or setting his own bed on fire. When he got the letter his parents initially assumed it to be a joke, but when he returned home full of tales of magic far too fanciful for a 12 year old boy to have conjured up, they begrudgingly accepted magic. During his time at Hogwarts he has few friends and fewer enemies. He kept to himself.
He tried hard to be the model Ravenclaw students and excel academically, however his only real area of natural talent lay in charms and defence against the dark arts.
When Harry returned from the Triwizard maze, and Dumbledore declared Voldemort to have returned, Lorcan accepted this. He was in the stands when Harry returned clutching Cedric Diggorys body, and the haunted look on his face was no made up story.
Since then he has done his best to resist the dark lord and the corrupt ministry, in any small way a pupil such as himself could.
He joined 'Dumbledore's Army' and has publicly said he believed in Voldemorts return, leading the few friends he had to leave him
Now as the snatchers rise, he is ready to run.
Personality: Stubborn, quiet, honest, loyal.
Special Talents: Charms, Defence against the dark arts
Fears/Weaknesses: Bad at transfiguration, potions, is scared of heights.
Appearance: A sharply defined face, pale skin and pale grey eyes. His black hair sits shaggily atop his head, only just long enough for it to reach his eyebrow. His body is tall, and gangly, with relatively thin shoulders and a soft, kindly facial expression. When he was at school he wore his Ravenclaw robes, and outside of school he usually wears black skinny jeans and plain t shirts or jumpers.
Wand Type: His wand is 12 inches, made of mahogany and containing dragon heartstring.
Age: 17
What Are You? Mudblood
House: Ravenclaw
Year At Hogwarts: 7
Bio: Born to a muggle family, he had often wondered why he made strange things happen, such as making the school bully burst out in giant spots, or setting his own bed on fire. When he got the letter his parents initially assumed it to be a joke, but when he returned home full of tales of magic far too fanciful for a 12 year old boy to have conjured up, they begrudgingly accepted magic. During his time at Hogwarts he has few friends and fewer enemies. He kept to himself.
He tried hard to be the model Ravenclaw students and excel academically, however his only real area of natural talent lay in charms and defence against the dark arts.
When Harry returned from the Triwizard maze, and Dumbledore declared Voldemort to have returned, Lorcan accepted this. He was in the stands when Harry returned clutching Cedric Diggorys body, and the haunted look on his face was no made up story.
Since then he has done his best to resist the dark lord and the corrupt ministry, in any small way a pupil such as himself could.
He joined 'Dumbledore's Army' and has publicly said he believed in Voldemorts return, leading the few friends he had to leave him
Now as the snatchers rise, he is ready to run.
Personality: Stubborn, quiet, honest, loyal.
Special Talents: Charms, Defence against the dark arts
Fears/Weaknesses: Bad at transfiguration, potions, is scared of heights.
Fair enough
Am I allowed to change one of my spells?
Can't wait for this RP to get started, looks awesome.
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