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Izzy's internet Hubby for Lifey. "You and me were always with each other, before we knew the other was ever there."

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KnightsTemplar said
Might get confusing if say three people come up with three different comparisons.If you'd like, I can mock up four victim profiles so that we all have the same general info to go off of.( victim pyhsical discription, mannor of death, just basic stuff)


Go for it :)
Feel free to draw your own comparisons, makes it interesting :)
Rare said
I'm afriad that I have to do the same, just in so many RPS. Sorry.


That's alright.

First post is up guys!


Pulling one hand from the warmth of a pocket, Major Edward O’Bannion squats down to grab the dead girls chin, pushing the head to the left side until the wounds that were once hidden becomes visible as two small, ovate holes in the right temple ooze red and white. “One of yours, Eddie?” A large burly African American man asked as he stroked his obviously meticulously groomed goatee with his gloved hand. “Double tap to the head, no other signs of trauma or struggle, yep, I’d say sleeping beauty is one of mine, Dog” The Major got to his feet, feeling the clammy summer air of South Boston hit him in a rush. “Whose the primary?” The man identified as Dog pulled off the rubber glove he wore and threw it into the trash. “Orton. He’s on his way to the coroner’s office as we speak, you know him he likes to step ahead of the body. Want me to have him shoot over the paperwork when he gets back to Homicide?” O’Bannion clicked his tongue as he looked down at the dead girl that lay on the corner of Clinton Street. “Mm” He mumbled. “Let me guess, despite this lovely crowd of people we have zero witnesses?...” Dog nodded. “Like lambs to the slaughter. This the forth one in as many weeks. Time for people to start to notice” Dog pulled out a thick cigar from his jacket offered it to Eddie who declined. He put the stogie between his lips and sparked it up before speaking. “MWWS?” The Major placed his hands in his pockets and smiled. “Oh no doubt”

Case 1: The Game

The next morning , bright and early at 7am, Major O’Bannion looked upon the eclectic group gathered in front of hm. A combination of some of the brightest in the department and some who simply knew how to play the game very well. Blessed be this Brotherhood known as the Major Crimes Unit. They worked off-site in a building not too far from Boston Harbour, the Mayor’s gift to them so they would not be disturbed during their prolonged investigations. O’Bannion got up from his seat behind his desk and walked to the otherside where is unit, as well as the SVU which had recently merged with them sat before him. He folded his arms behind his back and smiled.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we’ve got a new case on our hands. Each of you has in your hands a file with information sent to us from Homicide. Recently there has been a spate of murders, all female with dark hair and between the ages of 18 and 30 and all with the same cause of death, a double tap from a silenced pistol. Each of the women were reported missing and exactly three days later, their bodies found somewhere near where they lived. None of the victims show any signs of sexual abuse but they do all possess binding wounds, so it looks like they’re being held captive for some reason and then killed. Now that we’re up to four and possibly more that we’ve yet to discover, our beloved Mayor and Commissioner have both been engulfed in MWWS; Missing White Woman Syndrome. Stopping this nutjob is now our main priority. Our first port of call is the latest victim; Twenty seven years old. Nothing remarkable about her circumstances other than she has an older brother who is a State Trooper. She worked at a hotel front desk, The Addison. She was last seen visiting her mother’s grave four days ago before she wound up on Clinton Street, last night. Take some time, go through the file and then come to me if you’ve got any thoughts. Happy hunting kids”
Thanks for the well wishes guys!

So Citali has dropped out, just in case anybody was curious. IC tomorrow!
DizzyIsabella said
Well, ladies and gentlemen, I recieved a VERY soppy message when it was my birthday a few months ago, on an RP X and I were involved in, and I'm going to return the favour. Happy happy happy birthday to the most handsome, sweetest, funniest, most amazing, smartest, sexiest ;), loveliest, lushest Internet Hubby a girl could ask for. Sometimes I don't know what I'd do without you, and I'm sure all of us here that know you well will agree with alot of the above statements. Have the best day, X (Even though I wasn't there to wake you up ;)) I love you!!


You're way too sweet to me, thank you babe. I love you too.
IC will be posted on Friday definitely, just giving it an extra few days to see if anyone else will be joining us.
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Our commanding officer ladies and gentlemen.



“To them, our job is to shine up the shit and turn it into gold so majors can become colonels and mayors can become governors. What our real job is? It says it on our badge, we protect and we serve. We’re police and we march ever onwards” – Edward O’Banion


Name:
Edward O’Banion

Nicknames:
Eddie (Only by his wife)

Rank:
Major

Age:
53

Occupation:
Major of the Major Crimes Unit

Years On:
30 years

Place of Birth:
Providence, Rhode Island, USA

Skills:
Investigation:
Communication/Command:
Analysis:
Negotiation
Political Connections

Personality & History:
Born in Providence, Rhode Island, Edward O’Banion moved to Boston when he was two years old. The only son of a pair of teachers, Eddie was blessed with almost dual educations. He’d receive regular schooling like everyone else but when he came home he received further studies with his parents, leaving him with a far above average intelligence. Straight out of high school, Eddie married his sweetheart Renee before leaving Boston to attend the United States Naval Academy in Annapolis. An injury to his hand forced Eddie to return home and soon he enrolled in college and earned a political science degree.

At the age of twenty three, he joined the Boston Police Department. Initially starting out on patrol, Eddie proved his skills time and again, building up a networks of friends and contacts within the criminal world that would serve him well in the future. After assisting a detective on a murder case, Eddie was moved up to the Homicide Division, where he remained for many years. He earned reputation as a “natural police” due to his instincts, tenacity and intelligence. During his time in homicide, Eddie also began to amass information on the corrupt dealings of his fellow officers. Originally he was going to report them but over time he came to realise that he could use the information when necessary to allow him to focus on cases.

Things changed though however when acting against the orders of the Deputy Commissioner, Eddie charged a politically connected fence to coerce his testimony in a homicide case. Though the case was successfully closed, the Deputy still had the rogue detective transferred to a district to work a desk as a punishment. Stuck in a dead end role, Eddie finally began to play the political game of the BPD and over the years ranked up to the Major of his district. When the Commissioner decreed the formation of the Major Crimes Unit, Eddie used some of his long hidden dirt to force the boss’s hand and make him the leader of the unit. Finally, Eddie could do some real police work.

Extra:
- The Major is well known for his connections, having friends in the FBI. CIA and in political office but he will only ever use this connections when necessary.
- He is married but is unable to have children, so he and his wife adopted and he often calls his young recruits son or daughter as both a joke and a term of endearment
- He is considered one of the most eccentric officers ever to grace BPD


“What you do, is true blue police work….what I do? That’s a darker shade of blue” – Alec Duffy


Name:
Alec Douglas Duffy

Nicknames:
Various Undercover Aliases. Nomad (Call Sign)

Rank:
Detective

Age:
31

Occupation:
Police Detective

Years On:
8 years

Place of Birth:
South Boston, Boston, MA

Skills:
Undercover Ops: Born and raised amongst the criminal element, Alec was more or less born with the skills necessary for undercover operations. Able to blend in effortlessly using manipulation, coercion, charm and physical prowess, he is often the prime candidate for undercover work.

Physical Ability: Built like a truck at 6’3 and with plenty of strength and muscle, Alec is good to have in a fight. Trained in boxing from a young age, he is a brawler by trade and can get down and dirty with the best of them.

Firearms Training: Alec has the standard firearms training of any police officer but is a little bit more seasoned in the usage of guns as he has had to use his a fair few more times than most.

Analytical Ability A keen observer of the human condition, Alec has a knack for understanding people and situations fairly quickly, an advantage in his line of work.

Personality & History:
Alec Duffy was born in South Boston on a warm July night in 1983, the only child of a German prostitute and her Irish mobster lover. Alec’s father had another family, a true family that he loved. Although everyone knew of Alec’s existence, they never acknowledged him. The closest he ever came to being part of a real family was when he was allowed to use his father’s surname as his own. He was nothing more than Jimmy Duffy’s little bastard as far as anyone else was concerned. The lack of a strong, paternal figure in his life left Alec with a penchant for adaptability. Without a strong father figure or male role-model, his sense of identity and self, became more capable to adapt and influence giving him certain "chameleon-like" tendencies that would serve him well when infiltrating a criminal organization in the future.

Growing up on the outside of love, watching as his half siblings got everything they wanted hardened something within Alec’s heart. He watched as the criminal scum he shared blood with continued to evade any kind of justice for his actions. Seeking vengeance at his abandonment, Alec was determined to get even. First, he anonymously tipped the police on a recent murder that his father had committed, claiming that the murder weapon was buried in the backyard. Indeed it was and Jimmy Duffy is now serving life in prison. Second, when he left college at the age of twenty one, he signed on with the Police Academy. Alec, although not exactly studious, was a gifted member of his academy class thanks to his already bountiful knowledge of Boston’s criminal world as well as a highly intuitive nature.

Upon graduating, Alec served in patrol for two years, working his beat and becoming extremely comfortable with the people of the street, many of whom he still uses as informants to this day. Eventually becoming bored and wanting to satisfy his intellectual vanity, the young Southie made the transition to gangs and narcotics where he got his first taste of undercover work. After a few more years, eventually Alec was chosen to join the undercover operations division full time. From then on, he became exposed to long term and prolonged investigations which in turn frayed his edges quite deeply. When the major crimes unit was formed, it was decided that an undercover officer would be needed for their potential sprawling cases and Alec because of his clearance rate was chosen to join up.

To stop himself from falling to deep into his cover, Alec has developed a very detached persona. Although he is open and friendly with his co-workers, he is extremely detached, barely having any sort of emotional connection with any of them. He is a man of few words but when he does speak, people tend to listen…

Extra:
- Trained in Boxing from the age of 8
- Alec’s true birth surname is unknown as he legally changed it
- He often works with headphones in, another mechanism to keep himself detached from everyone else
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