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Zootopia Chronicles Part One: Walk Softly, Stranger (Looking for more.)

Ralph watched as the ZPD was blocked from sight by surrounding buildings as the "BEARCAT" began driving. Joseph, Squad 66's leader, ran through the basic info on the vehicle while maneuvering down the streets skillfully. As large and heavy as the BEARCAT was, Ralph wondered just how hard that feat was. The thought was soon forgotten, as once again his eyes transfixed on the passing scenery as his XO continued with the spiel on the armored truck's capabilities. Of course, by that point, Ralph's attention was once again transfixed on the passing scenery.

As Ralph had predicted, the ZPD lay in the busiest part of downtown, acting as a central hub along with other governmental buildings and the like. The size alone was daunting. The largest buildings in the ghetto Ralph came from were dwarfed by the smallest of the construction he saw as the BEARCAT rumbled on down the streets. As Ralph thought contemplating size, he realized that most of his fellow squad members dwarfed him as well. Perhaps the only qualifications to that were the two foxes, who were approximately Ralph's own height. Though perhaps worrisome to others, Ralph felt there was little significance in this. As it happened, Ralph had spent most of his time in the Academy besting cadets bigger than him, since often they offered the only real challenge. Still, it was safe to assume that at least a few of his squad-mates would immediately doubt his capabilities based solely on size. Let them, then, he thought. There would be another time for proving himself.

He surveyed his team one last time -a pair of tigers, a pair of foxes, a bear, wolf, panther, puma, and himself. Of everyone in the BEARCAT, Ralph was the only possible candidate for 'prey'. Again, he took this observation as his first challenge as a member of the ZPD. If they all had the common 'scavenger' misconception of him, he would be the one to show them otherwise. A modest start to changing the world, Ralph thought, but not meaningless.

At that moment, the XO finished talking, reached for an mp3 lying close by, and proceeded to bless the journey with a Thorogood classic. At least his taste in music is decent, thought the raccoon as his head began to nod to the beat ever so slightly. The BEARCAT continued through the streets, passing all manner of citizens hustling through their daily routines. Ralph had never seen such diversity in all his life. The novelty of the whole situation made him grin inwardly. Ralph noticed that any nervousness he had felt previously had transformed into happiness. In the midst of this, the fox in the front seat of the truck introduced himself as Lance, which was followed by a few other introductions. Ralph figured he might as well chime in. "I'm Ralph. Look forward to working with you all." he said simply, loudly enough for everyone to hear over the music.

Ralph leaned back, wondering where his first assignment would be, as the CO came in over the radio. Ralph's ears perked quizzically. Apparently he wouldn't learn his designated assignment until later. A full recall to the station? He knew then that something must be wrong. Ralph pressed away from the door as the BEARCAT swerved sharply to keep himself from flying one way or another. Joseph mentioned something about Raven Squad, the supposed special unit of the ZPD. Landing without a tail rotor? Ralph thought. Sounds...impossible.

The ride back to the ZPD was quicker than the first trip, indicating Joseph's haste to get back. Must've been something big. Ralph hoped he was wrong, but the missing BEARCAT at the station probably meant otherwise. After exiting the vehicle, Ralph walked with the others to the ZPD, eager to finally enter the building.

Zootopia Chronicles Part One: Walk Softly, Stranger (Looking for more.)

Ralph awoke promptly to the sound of a buzzing alarm in his ear. A clock on a distant wall read 0200. Despite his nocturnal tendencies, the early-bird schedule had become almost natural after his time in the academy. Today, however, was quite different. Today, he would become more than a cadet. His eyes shone brightly at the thought, his stomach full of butterflies. Sitting alone in his bunk, Ralph's heart beat nervously in his chest. He took a deep breath to calm himself. Today, he thought, I can make a difference.

The Blue Line monorail departed from the academy around an hour later. Ralph took one last fleeting glance at the place he had called home for quite some time. As he entered the monorail, all his nervousness had left him. He confidently bounded up the steps into Blue Line, happy and hopeful. Immediately upon entry, he noticed the sharp contrast of the monorail with the Police Academy. Whereas the building was purely for functionality, the other had an air of luxury about it. He chose a seat next to a window, eager to view the regions he would protect as a full-fledged member of the ZPD. After completing his application, Ralph spent most of the time on the monorail observing. The beauty offered by each individual ecosystem was as awe-inspiring as everyone said it was. Ralph took this as encouragement to do the best job he could, to protect and serve all that he would see today and more.

After three hours of blissful enjoyment, the Blue Line monorail gently came to a stop. Lights and a sound over the PA simultaneously indicated their arrival. Ralph again glanced out to see the motion of Zootope. Far away he could see buildings taller than he ever had before. Ralph exited the monorail as quickly as possible, eager to observe more of the city on the way to the ZPD. He and the other cadets were separated into smaller groups, loaded on buses, and driven the short ten minutes from the station to headquarters.

Ralph exited the bus, immediately noticing the sole officer waiting several feet from the last step. Onyx, the panther was called, started just as the last cadet emerged from the buses. After finishing, the cadets responded "Yes sir!" in unison. The cadets stood single file, awaiting review from the chief. Ralph stood towards the front of the line. He noticed that he was of a height with most of those around him. After a short wait, it was his turn. He handed his application carefully to the chief. After a quite short review, Chief Onyx assigned him to Squad 66. Ralph saluted, then turned and headed over to his assigned squad. There he saw an armored vehicle, which he entered and awaited departure.

Zootopia Chronicles Part One: Walk Softly, Stranger (Looking for more.)

Im gonna be up hella late tonight/day so I'll probably get something up soon

Zootopia Chronicles Part One: Walk Softly, Stranger (Looking for more.)

Name:Ralph McCooney

Species:Procyon Iotor, aka Raccoon

Sex:Male

Age: 19

Brief History: Ralph's upbringing was a lot like most of the other city 'scavengers'. His mother died just after his birth, the sixth of six cubs left to fend against the harsh reality of poverty. His father worked meager job after meager job, earning the family a meager living. Ralph knew how hard he tried too, more than anyone. It was just hard finding honest, decent-paying work with the notion of thievery constantly plaguing his opportunities.

That was the part Ralph hated most. Few realized that, paradoxically, the only reason his family needed to steal was because of the preconception of all raccoons as thieves.

As their misconceptions grew, so did his skill as a thief. Ralph, by the age of four, was a master of the trade of 'scavenging'. Unlike his siblings, however, he always wished for more, a more fulfilling life with the goal of breaking the barriers founded by previous generations and proving that his people, and scavengers in general, were more than the trash they were forced to eat. He vowed early on that he would be the first of his family to make a significant difference, to make things better.

Thus, the day came that he began working for his dream, a position as a full-fledged member of the ZPD. What better way to change a system of injustice than by becoming a figure of justice? What better day to change than today?

Personality: Ralph may be described as one who is driven. This, however, would be an understatement. His goals dominate most of his time, thought, and resources. He is incredibly determined, so much so that even the most daunting of challenges he can overcome. These challenges he views as entertaining, a break from the frequent recurrence of everyday events. Because of this, one might say Ralph excels under pressure.

Ralph is a somewhat stereotypical intellect, curious of everything. Perhaps the most captivating topic to him is the behavior of others. He hopes one day to use his observations to put forth some working explanation for the division of society based on issues that resolved long ago. He, however, often looks past the emotional attachments of the present and past. He makes decisions based mostly on cold logic rather than being rash. In fact, he might be described as detached from anything that doesn't involve his primary goals. Because of this, he is sometimes intolerant of those that he deems 'excessively emotional'.

All in all, Ralph seems rather aloof to those he is not familiar with. For those he calls friends, however, he would do most anything for.

Zootopia Chronicles Part One: Walk Softly, Stranger (Looking for more.)

Time to break up this skulk

Done

Name:Ralph McCooney

Species:Procyon Iotor, aka Raccoon

Sex:Male

Age: 19

Brief History: Ralph's upbringing was a lot like most of the other city 'scavengers'. His mother died just after his birth, the sixth of six cubs left to fend against the harsh reality of poverty. His father worked meager job after meager job, earning the family a meager living. Ralph knew how hard he tried too, more than anyone. It was just hard finding honest, decent-paying work with the notion of thievery constantly plaguing his opportunities.

That was the part Ralph hated most. Few realized that, paradoxically, the only reason his family needed to steal was because of the preconception of all raccoons as thieves.

As their misconceptions grew, so did his skill as a thief. Ralph, by the age of four, was a master of the trade of 'scavenging'. Unlike his siblings, however, he always wished for more, a more fulfilling life with the goal of breaking the barriers founded by previous generations and proving that his people, and scavengers in general, were more than the trash they were forced to eat. He vowed early on that he would be the first of his family to make a significant difference, to make things better.

Thus, the day came that he began working for his dream, a position as a full-fledged member of the ZPD. What better way to change a system of injustice than by becoming a figure of justice? What better day to change than today?

Personality: Ralph may be described as one who is driven. This, however, would be an understatement. His goals dominate most of his time, thought, and resources. He is incredibly determined, so much so that even the most daunting of challenges he can overcome. These challenges he views as entertaining, a break from the frequent recurrence of everyday events. Because of this, one might say Ralph excels under pressure.

Ralph is a somewhat stereotypical intellect, curious of everything. Perhaps the most captivating topic to him is the behavior of others. He hopes one day to use his observations to put forth some working explanation for the division of society based on issues that resolved long ago. He, however, often looks past the emotional attachments of the present and past. He makes decisions based mostly on cold logic rather than being rash. In fact, he might be described as detached from anything that doesn't involve his primary goals. Because of this, he is sometimes intolerant of those that he deems 'excessively emotional'.

All in all, Ralph seems rather aloof to those he is not familiar with. For those he calls friends, however, he would do most anything for.

Zootopia Chronicles Part One: Walk Softly, Stranger (Looking for more.)

CS in progress

Zootopia Chronicles Part One: Walk Softly, Stranger.

I'll just set this interest here.

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*pokes with stick* Is it dead?

[High Casual, Low-Advanced] Incarceron - The Tales of New Ancora

Wow. Looks fun.

Nick Inzell

<Name:/> Nicholas Inzell

<Nickname(s):/> "Saint Nick", "Red", "DemoNiK"

<Gender:/> Male

<Age:/> 33

<Occupation:/> Politician

<District:/> District Alpha// 9

<Height:/> 6' 4"

<Weight:/> 248

<Appearance:/>

Nick

<Personality:/> Nick is, above all, a favorite of the 'morally righteous' in the degrading moral conditions of New Ancora. His political standpoints revolve around the decreasing of drug-trafficking and gang activity. Despite his inability to significantly affect the situations regarding both of these issues, it is the genuine and courageous nature of Nick's actions that gain him much of his not entirely insignificant political power. He is incredibly straight-forward, seemingly unafraid of the repercussion that as powerful a thing as speech might conduce. However, he is actually rather cautious in his political manuevering, despite what his national image may portray. He is careful to tread the line between an outspoken politician and a dead one. Because of his expertise in this Nick has survived in New Ancora, and thrived.

Nick is said to be one of the least vote-driven politicians. His actions are consistent in nature, deviating very little to appear favorable to the masses of the public. Instead, he focuses on keeping a consistent level of popularity. Such actions have earned him the image of being fairly predictable, but no less noble. It is not unpredictability that has gained him the nickname "Saint Nick" amongst his followers, however, but his obstinate integrity, a fact he understands quite well. On the other side of the coin, his political opponents' declaration that Nick would condone outright war on organized crime, regardless of cost, gives him his second, less favorable name:

"Red"

Aside from his main political endeavors, he also seems to slightly favor a movement back to structured, widespread religion. This, being a rather unpopular view in New Ancora, has cost Nick no small amount of support from both colleagues and the public. It has also kept Nick alive by limiting the level of threat he poses to the organized crime that he so adamantly opposes. Between surviving the gangs of New Ancora and keeping up his political image, Nick seemingly has little time for any sort of personal life.

<Biography:/> Nick grew up quite different than the typical politician. Growing up in Beta was difficult to say the least. Rather than the silver spoon, Nick often ate with the palm of the hand. A loathsome utensil, but as anything else, Nick was quick to discover its potential, and in doing so, his own. By a young age Nick realized that power was not important, but everything. It was taught to him in the slums when his size intimidated potential threats into picking a new target. It was brought to his attention the first time he had to utilize his smarts to steal and survive. It was embraced by him the first time he tasted 'L'.

Nick also discovered the dangers of power early on. When the gang boss he worked for as a child was brutally murdered by rivals. When a person above his station died a mysterious, gruesome death. When a particularly violent officer 'accidentally' met his end. All of this and more proved a vital key in Nick's rise to the political arena. Throughout this period of his life, power shaped his ideals, who he was, and who he would become.

The restructuring of morality when influenced by power is a curious thing. Often times, even the best of men will choose to justify the means through the end. Nick's success in politics was owed simply to being ahead of the curve. He knew, absolutely, wholeheartedly, that morality, true morality, could not thrive in an endeavor for power such as his. He discarded it, leaving only the shell, a complex lie of ethics that now represented his entire public image. An image that meant everything, yet nothing.

To be truly successful, truly powerful, would require more than the simple political maneuvering necessary to stay afloat in as simple and unrewarding a game as politics. Nick used his government positioning wisely to secure power on both the shrinking moral populace and the ever-growing criminal side through narcotics. Knowledge of the governmental factions of corrupt and honorable assisted him in his work. Thus his acquired power bred more power.

Nick continued to expand his influence, keeping his secret life as an 'L' distributor hidden behind a shield of charitable ventures to the Beta zone and a perfect political integrity. He continued his endeavor to become as powerful as possible in the hopes of achieving one end.

In his collection of mixed experiences with power, Nick learned a respectful reverence for what he saw as an end to all injustice and dystopia within society; ultimate and limitless power. Such has been the hidden goal of the lesser politician; his attempt to become, in essence, a god, and end the suffering of those similar to what his childhood contained.

<Other:/> Although allowed into District 0 for governmental purposes, Nick chooses to reside in Alpha to surround himself with those who he is popular among. On occasion, he can be found in Avalon, observing the people with which he can most identify. The rest of his time is consumed by politics.

As a child, Nick was alone. His parents were both killed in a misunderstanding involving gang members. Their cumulative wealth was just enough to get Nick an education. The rest of his livelihood depended on his own willingness to work among those who had, at least, an indirect link to his parents' death.

Nick has had wonderful results in his outreaching to the narcotics community simply because of his extreme caution with regard to the government. He has never dealt in person, never even dealt with people that deal in person. In the narcotics underworld, he is unknown other than by the name

"Demonik"

The Villains Turn (Mid-Casual)

Interested...