Post by David Huxley on Jul 19, 2013 20:48:04 GMT -5
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sex: male | sexual orientation: heterosexual | race: Fullbringer
ALIASES:
Sherlock
AGE:
32
RANK:
APPEARANCE
SHALLOW
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FACE CLAIM:
DARKER THAN BLACK -- HEI
HEIGHT:
6’2
WEIGHT:
186
APPEARANCE:
Standing at 6’2, David has promoted an image that could be described as nothing other than “messy”. His hair is seldom kept, as such, he prefers to keep his bangs covering his forehead and the rest of his hair under a pony tail. His face has become rugged over the years, although he does shave, his preference is a small stubble and mustache. Although considered handsome, improper hygiene and lack of care for his skin has left it dirty and blotchy. The rest of his body seems rather lean, specifically in the arm and chest region. Clear muscle definition can be seen, but substance abuse has left him with a small tummy and more tender forearms than in his youth. David no longer carries a six pack or any visible abdominal muscles, it is encased in a thin layer of fat.
His typical garb includes a white hoodie hidden behind a black jacket. His shirts range from a variety of colors and styles and although different every day, do not actually change his style. This leads to some criticism in his workplace where the standard is a suit and tie. He prefers to wear casual clothes as they make him move faster. During hot seasons he simply wears a loose black shirt or white flannel.
His pants alternate between dark blue and black denim and he wears these all season long. Running shoes are the normality for David since his job is demands a lot of movements, though he has been seen to wear simple black dress shoes on cold days.
His rosemary, the source of his fullbring is constantly worn on his right wrist. His gun is either strapped on his side or inside one of his jacket pockets.
BRIEF PERSONALITY
DECEPTIVE
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LIKES:
-Opioids [Pain Killers]
-Music of all varieties
-Puzzles
DISLIKES:
-Incompetence
-Cigarettes
-Loud Noises
NEGATIVE TRAITS:
-Obsessive
-Temperamental, his personality fluctuates
-Crude
POSITIVE TRAITS:
-Rational Thinker
-Empathetic
-Realistic
EXTRAS:
(The bulk of his personality is here because I hate lists.)
A past riddled with misfortune and sorrow, a boy taxed by the regulations of his mother and a gift perceived as a curse has left David miserable. This character stumbled upon pain killers and used them as an escape tool from the harsh realities of life and his past guilts. This leaves him, at times, erratic and spontaneous. His normally coy, calculating demeanor is overshadowed by a sporadic mess. However, regardless of what state he’s in, his mind is very clearly on task and the only true change in attitude when applied to his goals would be his passion. Whatever mellow or calm pace he works in normally becomes an obsessive ruthless rampage.
During sobriety, it might still be difficult to communicate with David. His mind is scattered across a wide variety of activities. His standard chat revolves around these trivialities and he finds himself confusing himself and the person he’s having a conversation with. This scattered brain, although making it difficult to make meaningful bonds, is also a key as to why he’s so successful. He can multitask with ease and enjoys himself more often when he keeps himself busy. Patience is not a virtue.
David’s second addiction would be that of his work, which on the surface, may seem like a lie. However, regardless of how aloof he acts in career, he takes up every case with one ultimate goal in mind: to discover the truth. This may be inconsistent with his primary role as a law enforcer because David truly doesn’t care about justice or punishment, the final verdict on the case is irrelevant to him so long as he knows the truth. He takes pride in his perception and is an advocate for the “real deal”, that is, he’s nosy about figuring out what’s “real” and what’s not.
It is only when threatened or pressured where David takes a sudden paradigm shift. He becomes reclusive and isolated, often to think for himself and rectify the problem. He can become ruthless and willing to steal, cheat or murder. This bloodlust should not be confused for the signs of a psychopath. David does care about his victims and will show mercy when he can, but he also deals in absolutes and knows the necessity of devaluing life if it means preserving his own or the lives of those around him.
WEAPONRY/POWERS
PRODIGY OF MURDER
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WEAPONS:
A small .45 magnum, standard for a detective.
FULLBRING:
name: Venti Del Destino
item: A wooden rosary that loops around David’s hand twice, with a cross at the very end. Upon release the Rosary turns into a Chinese Dart Rope, a simple foot blade with a 4 inch width. The blade is attached to a 20 meter metallic chain.
ability: The manipulation of wind as well as it’s speed and direction in the immediate vicinity.
TECHNIQUES:
For: Fullbring
Name: Vedova Di Vento
Type: Offensive/Defensive
Cooldown: 3 posts
Cost: Low
Range: Attack/Defense
Description: Small blades of red wind surround the users body, manifesting and encompassing whatever limbs the user chooses. The blades of wind spin violently around the limbs and upon contact, grind and shred. Alternatively, by switching the speed and direction of the wind blades, the user can repulse objects. This allows the person to grab blades or fists with little damage to the limbs so long as the users HAK stat is within 4 points of the enemies BUK/HAK skill. The power of the offensive use of Vedova Di Vento is proportionate to the users SEI skill.
If the enemies HAN skills is equal rank to the users SEI skill, the damage is minimal, but painful. The victim will receive many light cuts, albeit, shallow as well as having small burns from the tension of having skin pulled in many directions. If the enemies HAN skill is 1-7 points lower than the users SEI skill then the cuts are much deeper, Vedova Di Vento in this match-up also has the potential to remove chunks of flesh but does not have the damage to permanently damage the point of impact. If there is a 8 gap difference between HAN and SEI, Vedova Di Vento has the ability to cut deep and inflict internal bleeding, along with breaking and cutting through bones.
If the enemies HAN skill is higher than the users SEI skill, the technique does little more than cause small stretch marks, and irritate.
This technique lasts for 3 posts.
For: Fullbring
Name: Il Brandello
Type: Offensive
Cooldown: 4 posts
Cost: Medium
Range: Long
Description: Using a point of origin (the mouth, a finger tip, nose, whatever) the user can create and condense a small sphere of rapidly moving winds. The winds are red hue and can be freely thrown or be placed on an object or person. If attached to an object, it will change it's shape to the objects shape, on humans or animals (or large objects) it will simply bulge out and attach itself on it. The spheres of wind are around the size of a close fist and upon contact or at will, rapidly expand into a much larger sphere of wind. Red spheres will explode, causing blunt trauma as well as producing a loud bang that may disorientate opponents. Almost immediately after the expansion the red orbs will releases blades of wind as shrapnel in a 360 degree radius that ends at about 20 meters.
All comparisons are made between the enemies HAN skill and users SEI skill:
+1 (in favor of the enemy) Red sphere will do nothing but cause a flinch or minor push. Black spheres will do the same, the blades will cause minor cuts.
+0 (equal rank) Red spheres can cause average blunt trauma and propel an enemy back. Black sphere shrapnel will dig into the skin and penetrate, but the cuts will be shallow.
-1/2/3 (in favor of caster) Red spheres will cause a sudden blunt trauma that can bruise and damage unprotected regions, it will leave mild injuries. Black sphere shrapnel can penetrate but will not go through, the cuts may cause moderate bleeding.
-4 Red spheres will bruise severely and can disjoint bones. Black Sphere shrapnel can cause internal bleeding and penetrate organs.
For: Fullbring
Name: Anche Vento Può Spostare
Type: Offensive
Cooldown: 4 posts
Cost: Medium
Range: Long
Description: White winds surround a thrown object in the form a drill, this allows the object to move at maximum velocity (equivalent to the users HOH skill) without drag reducing the speed at any distance. The winds allow for mid air maneuvering, allowing the object to make immediate right turns or turn around completely at the users whim At impact, with whatever objects was thrown, the white winds will penetrate and for that attack, will be negligent of 2 of the enemies HAN stats. The object will permanently move forward until it hits something or leaves a 100 meter radius. The object can be controlled for a total of two posts.
For: Fullbring
Name: Galleria del Vento
Type: Defensive
Cooldown: 6 posts
Cost: High
Range: Medium Ranged
Description: Within 30 meters of the user, a wind tunnels can be created the pull an enemy towards it (they do not affect the caster), the small tornado will stay in place for 2 more of the users posts. If caught within the vortex, the enemy is stuck inside a small vortex of wind that can be freely entered by and exited by the user (or his weapons). The enemy can attempt to leave but will suffer extreme damage from being pulled by opposing winds and most likely will suffer broken bones or removed appendages.
Being pulled inside depends on the enemies HOH rank compared to the users SEI rank. At equal or a single rank difference, the tornado will have a pull that can disrupt combat and make it difficult to keep up with the casters movements.
At 2-3 stat difference, the enemy must put emphasis at escaping or runs the risk of getting caught.
At a 4 stat difference, the enemy will have large difficulty escaping.
Damage taken when inside the prison and attempting to escape depends on the enemies HAN and users SEI skill.
If the enemy has a higher HAN rating, the enemy can escape with small bruises and cuts. At an equal skill rating, the enemy will suffer few gashes across the body as well as physical trauma. If the difference is 1-9 points lower in favor of the caster, then the damage will cause many large gashes across the body. At 10 skill points or lower in favor of the caster, then the victim runs the risk of losing limbs.
OTHER
AND ALL THE REST
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HISTORY:
Prologue
“She’s still alive, get her to the hospital!” The screeching sound of the paramedic ambulance filled the air with it’s dreadful shout. The rain covered the silence when the ambulance was no longer audible, leaving behind the traces of a wreckage gone horribly right. The police had turned off their sirens and allowed the sounds of nature to entertain them and keep their attentions awake.
It was 11 at night, the Huxley’s had just come back from dinner and had the unfortunate luck of coming across a hollow. They were beautiful together, before the wreckage. A young 24 year old irish man, tall with broad shoulders who towered over his lovely japanese wife, a young black haired pale beauty. They were both spiritually aware and would often tell each other of their endeavours with the dead. It was that odd likeness that attracted them and kept them together long enough to realize their love, David was the product of that love. In high spirits, both had decided to visit a restaurant. The last dinner they thought they would be able to have, for awhile at least. The night had ended in tragedy though, David’s father had been thrown from his car and had too many lacerations to keep on living without bleeding out. His death was quick and expected, a normality in a world full of dramas. He had no final words, his death was brutal and he was fast unconscious before the pain could catch up to his fading awareness.
His wife, Aino, was unfortunate enough to fear the creature and actually survive it’s attack. A bite to her fall frame would break her shoulder blades and cause a bit of internal bleeding and she would suffer the pain of loss, childbirth, and a broken shoulder. The attack was so quick and sudden that even after the birth she would be stuck wondering, What made the hollow leave? A shinigami most likely, but she didn’t know that. Why did she deserve to live? She didn’t, it was chance, but that wouldn’t stop her guilt. Why wasn’t she allowed to say some final words to her husband? It was his weakness that killed him, it was that same weakness that Aino would blame herself for the rest of her life.
Dried river beds gave evidence of a painful birth, the congratulations and condolences of her doctor would be duly noted. David had not developed completely, but fate had decided that it was his time to exist and he couldn’t object. While David struggled to catch up with the other healthy babies around him, receiving help from nurses and doctors to live properly, his mother would just stare out at the window. It wasn’t rainy, but she felt like it was. Her body felt heavy from clusters of imaginary raindrops, but she was as dry as a raisen. Although she had left the accident, that melancholy night made her heart it’s home and buried itself into her memory bank.
It was difficult for his mother to look at him for the initial weeks, she kept seeing her late husband. It was difficult holding him, the very touch brought back dreadful memories. The blame she placed on her son would linger on into his childhood and eventually into his adulthood. Sour tensions between the two would follow them into every dinner conversation, sunday mass, and family hour on the television. Their torn relationship began on that night. With the death of David's father came the birth of a resentful adolescence.
David was 13 years old and already conditioned to obey. His mother decided the bed time, what he would eat, what he would wear, where he would go, how he would act, when would he think, what to think. Living with Hitler was difficult.
Making friends was difficult and David would have to act out if he ever wanted to meet up with his misfit friends, pranksters who defiled the city with crude jokes. These bursts of juvenile rebellion would immediately be stomped and the next day David was “magically” reformed. His week consisted of school work and the occasional hour of television, saturday and sundays were important, those were the days he donated his time to the catholic church.
Aino had found solace in religion, a relic of her husbands tradition. She reformed herself and was baptised in the name of Jesus and made sure David followed the same path. David disagreed with the teachings but for his own sake accepted them completely. God helped him understand or at least acknowledge the existence of spirits around him. It gave him peace of mind talking about the afterlife with the priest, daily interactions with the dead drove him nearly insane and afraid of leaving his own house.
It wouldn’t be long before David’s ONLY friends became the spirits of the dead. He knew it was wrong to talk to them but did so anyways. Unfortunately, for how much they followed David they rarely talked and left him looking insane for those without the luxury of sensing spirits. His mother took this stage of his life horribly and within a week of exorcism, he was “reformed”. The puppet strings that latched onto his flesh got thicker and thicker with each passing day.
His mother stopped asking him whether he enjoyed school or food, but made him enjoy it.
David’s guilty pleasure included books, novels of all types and varieties. The one he found most interesting were mystery books, cheap thrills for a docile mind. The excitement, the thrill of the hunt seduced him at a young age and would shape his future. But at the small age of 13 they were simply toys he could play with in his leisure time.
This lifestyle would carry on into his highschool career. He didn’t make any friends and what girls he was interested in were banned from the Huxley household. David consistently found himself in the church, questioning his religion instead of his mother. His passive aggression was much more clever. Small details irritated his mother, whether it was combing his hair one way instead of the other or not fully zipping up his jacket. David abused these pet peeves, her irritation let him survive the horrors of prison.
It wasn’t until he hit 18 years, during a conversation between his mother and himself where he felt an obligation to tell her what he truly thought. The exchange was simple, she asked him what college he intended on entering, he gave her a response; “I’m joining the military.” However she accepted it as “Fuck you.” Perhaps that’s what David intended, that night was a loud release of harbored feelings from the both of you. All the blame and spiteful hatred Aino carried for her son was unraveled, likewise, all the restraints and collars that suffocated David’s freedom of expression came undone. Both of them never spoke after that night, he enlisted the following day and within the week was off to boot camp. The discipline he learned from home came handy and he was handled very easily by his superiors. He was obedient to every demand and this compliance let him enjoy life a bit more freely. It was all a walk in the park for him. He didn’t even care if he made friends, he never intended it, but people stuck to him and he found himself talking about trivial things; gossip, women, games, movies rather than God, his father, college exams.
It was a breath of fresh air for David whose lungs had been corrupted by his cancerous mother.
This We’ll Defend
A cluster fuck of bullets and explosions paraded around David, his body was cowering against the wall in fetal position. It was his first engagement, he was deployed in the unruly middle east to deal with the Iraqi insurgency. He never figured he would be ambushed.
It all felt like a dream, from enjoying the conversation of his fellow squad mates to picking up their dismembered arms and handing the appendages to them. Shrieks of horror kept him awake and aware of his situation. Staying behind the cover of an alleyway was all he could do with his remaining two squadmates, Jeremy and Adrian. Their fear was less obvious but still present. Adrian led the both of them through the chaotic streets. A crowd of fire and mortar strikes had him David questioning how long he would live. People exploded from small houses, holding their children, their goats, their Qurans. The woes and cries of helpless mothers was universal, even David could understand their pain.
“Keep fucking moving” Adrian shouted, shoving people to the floor, elders and children alike. “We should go back for everyone...” David was of course talking about his squad mates who had survived, without a leg or two. “They’re bleeding out, they’d just hold us back.” Although loyalty had been taught and engrained in their minds, in the face of death the natural instinct to survive overcame the moral duties of all 3 of them and so they trekked on.
Nearly twenty minutes of sprinting and jogging through crowds of people had ended and they were now in quiet alleyways. The echoes of war were present and constantly reminded them that even in this apparent silence, death loomed over in the corner.
“Put on your silencers...” David listened and did so, his hands fumbling more than once.
A subtle footstep alarmed David and he immediately turned his body, he spotted a figure clad in white and immediately shot out of fear. Although a premature attack, luckily his victim was aiming to kill him.
Jeremy went over to confirm the body, “Nice, right between the ey-” A bullet shot through Jeremy’s skull and splattered velvet blood across the brown apartment complex they were shifting through. Adrian immediately pulled David to the floor behind a small wall. They consoled each other in their grasp as a fury of bullets. The souls of soldiers fallen clearly visible to David as he tried to reason through his situation. It was too much for him and David sprinted for the exit from the alleyway.
Luck was on his side and most of the bullets missed him, one lightly grazed his thigh but it did nothing but start some bleeding. His friend, Adrian, was not so lucky and found himself shot in the ankle. David put up his signs and whispered. “D-Don’t worry, I’ll c-come get you.” and although he was sincere and prepared to sprint back to his fallen friend, a bullet had beaten him to it.
David took one look at his open eyes, it was ominous to have someone staring at his soul for once.
Within a half an hour, Anthony found himself in the outskirts of the town and in the wildlife of Iraq. His blood stained fingers pointed east as he took a look at his map and he made a trail to follow with the blood of his fallen comrades. The day had come and gone making way for a blanket of stars to illuminate the skies in place of the sun. It would have been beautiful had it not been for the warheads and bright bullet sprays going off in the distance.
It had nearly been an hour on foot, David’s radio had been damaged in the initial ambush and he was left with a general sense of worry. The city was beginning to fade away into the background and replaced by lonely desert mountains. The occasional call of the wild startled David but he figured he could find sanctuary inside a small cave. David expected something much more extravagant when he turned on his flashlight and illuminated the den. There were no bat colonies or pirate skeletons as he had hoped. Maybe that was a good thing, any more adrenaline and his heart would combust into ribbons of flesh and muscle.
There was something odd however, about the cave. It was boring and quiet but David couldn’t help but succumb to an eerie sense. A foreboding sense of dread controlled his decisions; from clinging onto his gun to tying his scarf tightly across his neck. His neck would constantly turn left and right. He wouldn’t sleep tonight, he couldn’t sleep the night away.
David should have been accustomed to death, he had been fighting and killing for months now. His body had become accustomed to beating people, shooting people, watching their faces. But it wasn’t until now that he truly felt alone, he had always been apart of a squad. Their sudden deaths were a shock, but he understood the circumstance. All the organized invasions, all the planning and arming meant nothing in the face of a surprise onslaught. No amount of preparation could allow him to absorb everything that had just happened. Killing the enemy was simple, letting your friends die was something entirely different.
Anxiety had attracted a monster to the small makeshift home, a beast, a hollow. It was a gillian class, weak but very aware of the presence of another human, and very very hungry. By now the night had set so far that it was even difficult seeing David’s own feet, but he hoped his eyes would adjust better. The gillian took advantage of this and slithered inside, using large rocks as coverage for it’s slimy body. It had the body of a snake and torso of a man, fur covering his chest and arms. A homunculus of sorts whose only desire was the consumption of souls, frightened spirits were always the most delicious.
“Mine!” It was quick but months of training had prepared David’s reflexes. He dodged just as his martial arts teacher suggested and rolled himself towards the exit of the cave. Small fragments of moonlight illuminated the hollows face. David was in awe, he didn’t know whether he should admire the giant or run like hell. His legs chose the latter. But no matter how lucky he got, the gillian managed to outrun him and tackle him against a wall. With his giant tail he destroyed the a patch of rocks and allowed them to slide down and block out the only exit. Whatever little light he had was gone, replaced by small flickers the size of dimes. It wasn’t enough and David naturally took out his flashlight, putting it in his mouth while he held his assault rifle. He turned to his right and shoved his body forward as the monster hit the side of the cave. With his light against the scales of the beast, David shot all his rounds into it. Unfortunately the bullets simply went through the creature and ricocheted off the walls. The sound was deafening and David threw his gun to hold the palm of his hands against his ear drums.
Noticing this, the hollow slammed his tail on David and sent him flying across the cave. The impact broke David’s shoulder and knocked his flashlight out of his mouth.
He was standing in complete darkness with the only evidence of his enemy being his glistening red eyes. Following those eyes was difficult and guessing where he would attack was even hard. He found himself being knocked around the room much more than avoiding attacks. The pain, the fear, the lack of faith was too much. Now with a broken shoulder and dislocated hand, David held a small rosary in his only working limb. The only gift he had ever received from his mother. He recited whatever prayer he had and kneeling down, awaited imminent death. He figured his death would be unexpected and quick. Life was grim, he could feel it fading with each heavy breath, but even in his abysmal and pathetic state, the will to live was still burning. Fear turned to frustration as he looked back at his life or rather the lack of life. He had never made a decision for himself and allowed everyone to control him.
The government, his mother, religion made him feel like a mouse in a bizarre maze. He didn’t care about the prize at the end, he just wanted out. Gripping the rosary even harder, his mumbles became shouts.
“I just...want to live...”
The rosemary glowed red, it’s hue growing brighter and brighter as he brought it closer to his body. It was as much as a surprise to David as it was to the Gillian, using it, David ran away again towards the small cracks of light. He was holding something in his hand, what seemed like a blade with a chain attached to it’s handle. He would later find out it’s name, a Jōhyō but he saw it as a ticket to out. His new weapon felt natural and he swung it at the mountain of rocks. A small gust of wind from behind seemed to assist in clearing the area but it wasn’t strong enough.
David turned around just in time to jump out of the way of a tackle, the impact loosened the bundle of boulders and he figured that with some breathing room he could get himself out again.
His fear hadn’t subsided but his body already knew it needed to suppress the urge to piss. David looked for those glowing eyes in the abyss, the fiend was moving left and right rapidly. When it readied an attack however, David chucked the blade in between the eyes of the beast. It scoffed, the mask had protected the blade from penetrating through but David wasn’t interested in killing it. He knew he wouldn’t be able to kill the gillian, he figured that he could easily lose the beast in the wilderness and escape.
The dart rope pointed a clear direction as to where the monster was and David was able to avoid attacks with ease. Each time the rope felt loose, he would move in the opposite direction it pointed. Like a dog, David led the monster to a wall and waited for the last moment before avoiding him. The cavern shook as the massive body of the homunculus shattered the walls. He began running towards the exit once again, unhooking his dart from from the mask and once again attacked the half cleared rocks. A gust of wind shoved the earth. The sight of dead grass and dried, cracked dirt was beautiful. Even the smoke from afar was a godsend.
Ten minutes of running and David was back on a road, it took only a convenient three minutes afterwards to find a military grade truck. It was a supply carrier and they gladly took David in.
“M-Monster...cave...” David said as he pointed at the mountain clearings. His body was trembling and the fellow soldiers could do nothing but look surprised at the apparent crazed man. What David saw, a giant serpent coming out of the mountain side and working it’s way to another cave, was invisible to them. Thankful, the creature didn’t bother chasing. Maybe he realized David was already too far or maybe he figured the reward wasn’t too great at running the risk of dying.
For the remainder of the night until the got to base, David would do nothing but mumble monster.
Here I come, Godzilla!
It didn’t take long for the rest of the platoon to nickname David to “Desperate Dave”, he begged everyone to listen to his monster story. No one listened however and most just put him off. Some accused him of distracting everyone of the reality, he was the lone survivor of a squad of 8. They pointed out to possible foul play he might have done, or simply using his other squad mates as a way to live himself. As his Captain said, “No one wants to hear your sob story you ungrateful prick.”
However, special “recruiters” noticed David’s detailed story of the masked homunculus. They immediately brought him in and explained to him what he truly saw. A hollow, they said and David stared at them, the crazy ones. Within an hour, David came to understand his gift or at least what they felt he needed to know about it. The monsters were hollows and they were evil. The government wanted to utilize gifted individuals such as him and place them under a different military branch. He was placed in a special squad of 5, they didn’t know each others names nor did they care. He studied health and became the squad medic and would lead a campaign of 12 missions with them before they failed and almost all died, a tragedy that would force David into morphine and pain killer addiction, though mild at first. The failure would disband the small project and leave David without a home or country. It wasn’t all bad, David came to appreciate himself more and more. His skills became more adept, but there was no general scale to compare his power so he just assumed he was doing well in mastering it. He was also left with a bit of cash and used it to travel the world before stopping at Japan and taking residence. His mother's constant cursing in Japanese finally came in handy and within 3 years of schooling he was ready for the workplace, but his interests were a bit different than the stereotypical office job.
He missed the high of near death experiences and the taste of drugs. He eventually found himself as a police officer and moved himself up to a detective, utilizing his position to smuggle drugs from the evidence room and into his mouth. His dealings with the Yakuza became more commonplace and he found himself dealing with them more so than solving cases. His record, an amazing 80% success rate would lower all suspicion of him. Soon enough, his name amongst officers would become legend and his unorthodox detective work raising brows amongst the other rookie detectives.
Being an officer allowed him to roam the city without jurisdiction and hunt “evil” hollows as he pleased. Moral law had become a tool for him to please his vices. He would disguise his sins in the monicker of the “just”.
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RP SAMPLE:
“One...Two...Three...Hah, three bodies. You owe me 20 bucks Sen.”
Protected fingers trailed and traced the areas of probably death. “Look over here...let me tell you what’s off about this...” David lowered his body, anchoring his chest towards two of the bodies. His latex covered hands pointed at bullet holes one of the bodies had. Three holes in total, two in the chest and one in the head. As he circled them, his companion scribbled furiously in a small yellow notepad. David moved his body and crab walked towards the second corpse, putting his hands on his chin. His free arm pointed towards a large gash on the victims left shoulder blade that ran towards the heart, stopping at the center. The cut blotchy at best, whoever the perpetrator was had difficulty in piercing bone. Or maybe it was the blades fault.
With arms pointed towards the gunshot victim he spoke, sparing no time to make eye contact. “This wasn’t a lone killer. These bullet holes are too accurate, one through the lungs, one through the heart and one through the head for an assured kill.” David stood up, made a single suggestion on the second case and wandered off into the kitchen area. “This guy...well sadly he didn’t get a trained professional.”
His words were works of art for the young detective, Sen. Pen and paper in hand, his eyes fiddled furiously between both bodies. His amateur sketches didn’t deter his intrigue and he happily wrote in every single detail about the murders in the art work. David’s interests were elsewhere, his stomach growled and he was absorbed on what the victims had for dinner instead.
An open refrigerator door unleashed a rancid scent of death. Dismembered limbs littered the pantries and shelves, David didn’t mind, he was accustomed to these horrific sights. With his nose covered, he shuffled through fingers and legs looking for anything edible. Nothing. The freezer proved more resourceful, containing a severed head and half eaten pint of ice cream. Vanilla, his favorite.
The intoxicated smell of frozen deceased flesh was too much for the beginner to handle and he immediately ran out of the building, both hands cupped to his mouth. David muttered something but with a spoonful of ice cream it was difficult to make out what he was trying to say.
“Tawke a waulk ruukie. It’ll cleer yuur stomage.” David looked around. Without any distractions his mind was more receptive to his surroundings. Torn lamp shades, shattered glass ware and porcelain decorated the floor. There was certainly a struggle, extra bullet holes in the walls suggested that all three corpses put up a fight.
Ink tattoos hidden behind the third victims blazer made this look more and more like a gang related incident. The last scoop of ice cream left David with an empty expression, he threw it into the air and let the carton contaminate a blood sample. His rookie walked in with a subtle touch of vomit that trailed the air around him. He sighed and lifted the litter, putting it aside and nodding his head in disapproval at the ruined evidence.
He had thirty minutes before the police closed off the area to him and the public and he made his actions swift. Years of experience had taught him the elementary objects of interests, weapons, phones, hair samples. Though he was much more clever than that and without the righteous moral code to restrain him, often stole from homes. Three rooms had provided nothing for him but an open phonebook. “It’s a start” The detective mumbled.
A timer he had set on his watch beeped and almost immediately his young apprentice rushed into the room. “We gatta g-” David interrupted him mid way as he looked at the names on the book. Hearts and stars represented, David figured, people of interests. “Hey Sen, if you had a hooker would you draw a heart or star next to her name?” The question wasn’t sarcastic. “I-I don’t know, sir?” He figured he would be given a dumbfounded answer and carried the book in his jacket.
“Did the cops find any drugs?” David asked. His mind was racing with joy at the very thought of intoxicating himself with painkillers, it had been a mere two days and his body was already aching from withdrawal.
“Um, ye-” Once again he was interrupted, David’s voice was giddy, a contradiction to his complacent nature up until this point. “Cocaine, weed? Please tell me it was Opiods.”
Sen nodded his head. “I don’t know, sorry Sir.”
A minor setback, David figured. He would get his eventually. “Just tell them to bring it to evidence room, I’d like a minute...or two... with it.”
The years of criminal science Sen had taken as a student didn’t see the importance of looking at drugs without a forensic team. “Um, do you really need to investigate that right now, Sir?”
A sudden stop, an agitated voice and a stare that sent chills was enough to send the young makeshift Watson running at the police under David’s orders. “Did I fucking tell you to think? No, I told you to TALK TO THE POLICE!”
An angry junkie is a scary junkie.
CLASS/LEVEL:
AV-3
STATS:
HAN: 10
REI: 12
HAK: 12
SEI: 13
BUK: 8
HOH: 15
Points Earned: 0
Total points: 70
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OCC
WHO ARE YOU?
QUOTE OR LYRICS HERE; NOT TOO LONG
CBOX/OOC NAME:
Ivan
OTHER CHARACTERS:
None.
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