NSWRPF Archive Persona

Persona

Monday, May 31st, 2008, 12:11 AM

It was too early for Detective Robert London. As he drove up to the brightly lit mansion of Ambassador Cheseler, a sigh escaped his lips. This wasn?t looking too good.

Sir Harold Cheseler was the English Ambassador to the United States. And he had been found dead in his house not two hours ago.

Detective London pulled up near the front door, and got out. Noticing the congregated group of officers and detectives nearby, he went up to them.

?So, what?s the scoop?? he asked.

The five others looked at him. None of them spoke, but the silence was filled by the deep voice of Commisioner Henry Lewis.

?At 23:00 hours, the maid found Cheseler?s body at the foot of the grand staircase. She called 911 right away, and Officers MacGrady and Elvins were first on-scene. Forensics was brought in, followed by you six.?

Another Detective spoke up.

?What d?we think happened? Anything strange happen this night??

?Well,? continued Lewis, ?There is the matter of visitors an hour before Cheseler?s body was found.?

The detectives all knew what was coming before Lewis said it. London swallowed.

?All of you, all six detectives, were invited over for a drink 22:00.?

The detectives looked around at each other.

?And as of now, you?re all suspects.?

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This is, hopefully, the first Detective Story on the Non-SW RPF. Players may take the role of one of the five remaining detectives, a beat cop, and one very responsible player is needed for Commisioner Lewis.

The setting is two years in the future, in Seattle.

Before his death, Ambassador Cheseler had invited the six detectives over to his home for a celeratory dinner and drink. The occasion was irrelevant; nothing stands out about the date. Cheseler was an avid gun collector and reader of mysteries. The dinner was presumably a mere social call, with people Cheseler found greatly interesting.

A few hours later, Cheseler was found dead.

This is where you come in.

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RULES

This is, of course, a detective story, for more mature audiences. However, keep things PG. Also, try to strive for well-written, thought-out posts.

-PG13 language, please. Graphic descriptions should be toned down.

-Obey the TOS

-Respect Other Players!

-Work Together (even if your character is a loner, they will be paired up!)

-No God-Moding (First offence results in being kicked from the game.)

-Keep OOC to a minimum when the game starts.

-PM ALL CHARACTER SHEETS FOR APPROVAL!

-Have Fun!

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Character sheets

Name:
Gender:
Age:
Rank:
Personality: (Be specific - what do they like, what do the hate, their fears, etc.)
Appearance:
Armament: (Detectives don?t have AK-47s!)
Bio: (Include family)

Thank you very much.

 

Name: Robert J. London
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Rank: Detective
Personality: London suffers from Dissosciative Identity Disorder. Frequent trips to the pharmacist cover it, though, and a side-effect of his medication is an aloof feeling about him. Other than that, he is friendly, open, and supportive.
Appearance: http://www.hollywoodjesus.com/movie/se7en/11.jpg
Armament: Colt Single Action Army
Bio: Born in Vancouver, Canada, Robert grew up hearing of crime in the Downtown Eastside. He resolved, at a young age, to fight crime. His father was always in and out of the house, being a cop himself. His mother and father would fight, and Robert was often the sole witness to their secret (or so they thought) spats.

Then the day came when Robert's father didn't return. This event, coupled with the fights he'd seen his parents engage in, resulted in his Dissosciative Identity Disorder.

After heavy treatment and medication, Robert finally began his training to become a cop. Sadly, Vancouver's crimes fell on deaf ears, for the most part. London went out of his way as the Liason officer to try and inform the public, but he gre frustrated, and moved to Seattle, eager for a new start.

By 25 he was a fully-fledged constable. A year later, his quick mind and relaxed way of thinking made him a detective.

 

Will no-one join?

 

Here he is:

Name: Kaden West
Gender: Male
Age: 31
Rank: Detective
Personality:
-Traits: Suave, stylish, sarcastic at times
--Likes: Solving a good mystery, reading mystery books, guns, and women
---Dislikes and fears: Dark alleys, people jumping out at him, and people intentionally trying to scare him.
----Habits: Giving sarcastic salutes
Appearance:
-Hair: Short Brown
--Eye color: Blue
---Facial hair: Stubble
----Clothing: Black, formal suits
-----Build: Muscular and stands around 6?5?
Armament: Prefers to keep one handgun in holster strapped to shoulder.
Bio: Born and raised in South California, Kaden West was the only child to his mother and father. Living an easy life, his father worked at a corporate office job, while his mother was a schoolteacher. Even at the age of when he started to read, Kaden was caught up in mystery books, and would always try to set up a mystery around the house.

By the end of high school, his liking toward mysteries grew to an obsession. He went into college and graduated, one of the top five students to graduate. Within five years after graduating college, a few detectives recruited him and taught him what to do. Now he is a high-regarded detective.

 

Yet again, no-one wants to play...

 

Peng, I'm sorry man. I have no idea why people aren't interested in this game. It looks like a great game to me! I was even working out a CS!

 

I think advertising is in the order.

 

PM commencing...

 

One from me as well, looks great.

 

GM Approved

Name: Trey Grove
Gender: Male
Age: 30
Rank: Detective
Personality: Quiet, but talkative when induced, high level of suspicion
Appearance: Trey Grove
Armament: Two pistols
Bio:

Growing up in the lower-class areas of Washington, Trey's life was anything but easy. His parents were drunks and often paid little to no attention to Trey and his brother Justin, whom Trey could have never lived without. They lived in a one-bedroom house, and Justin and Trey were made to sleep on the floor in the living room.

But Trey remained optimistic. He always said that he would grow up and be successful, and help what was often called the "ghetto," but, by Trey, was called "home." However, Justin had a hard time maintaining a positive attitude.

Trey graduated high school as a third honor graduate in a class of 150. But his family was nowhere to be seen at Commencement, including Justin. When Trey got home, he received a disturbing phone call from the police. Justin was shot and killed selling drugs on a street corner. Trey's parents had taken off and left him alone, but as always, he remained optimistic.

Trey enrolled at Miami University, all the way across the country, and majored in law enforcement. Four years later, he graduated.

Returning home to Seattle and now working as a detective, Trey Grove no longer lives where he used to, but he will always be appreciative of the neighborhood that developed him into the man he is today.

 

GM Approved

Name: Anki Jons
Gender: Female
Age: 38
Rank: Detective
Personality: Anki is known for being fair and thinking rationally on all matters that come before her. She enjoys art in the form of paintings and photography. She is a veggitarian. Anki is deathly afraid of chickens.
Appearance: Anki is roughly 5' tall, she has straight brown hair that is a little longer than shoulder length and light brown eyes. She wears a solid colored blouse and black or khaki pants when on duty and changes to a t-shirt and jeans when off. She wears her hair in a variety of ways depending on how she happens to be feeling that day.
Armament: a small pistol holstered at her side
Bio: Anki is from Japan. She moved to the United States when she was 13. She was raised traditionally Korean at home, but was greatly influenced by the ideas she encountered at her very American school. At 22 she married an American man she met in college. They had their first child when she was 24 and another when she was 26. She took a few years off raising her children and began working again when her second child was starting school. She has been back at work as a detective for 6 years now.

 

One detective remaining...

 

OoC: I'll be portraying Trey Grove under this username.

 

OOC: I thought you were dead or something!

 

OOC:

No, just really busy as of late.

But Darth RealLife is showing mercy, so I've returned.

 

OOC: The Return of the Enigma.

We jsut need one more player. If Prenn can get a CS off to me before anyone else, then we'll begin.

 

I don't mean to get the thread filled up with pointless OOC talk, but I'll be off and on a lot over the summer, so yeah. Don't be too impatient.

 

How about this: we all post whenever we can. It doesn't need loads of palyers to be successful!

 

Sounds good, I'll be away for 3 weeks over the rest of summer, but I should be able to get on a computer some of that time.

 

I sent you my CS...

 

~APPROVED!~

Name:Zelda Zeppelin
Gender:Female
Age:21
Ranketective
Personality:Hates loud people. Usually very quiet and keeps to herself until called upon. she loves loud music-or music in general. can give long, lengthy and detailed answers to alot of things. Strives to make herself better in everything. Many times you can find her by herself in a dark place thinking things over. fears death. fears needles and morgues,mortuaries and funerals.
Appearance:Tall and thin (approx. 5'9" at 100 lbs.) wears lot of black. a black pair of pants that are badly ripped and they are loose fitting, but stay close to her body. Wears Black converse with many autographs on them. Chains hang from both sides of her pants. She wears a studded belt that hangs loosely from her waist. She wears studded armbands. She usually wears a AFI shirt from concerts that she has gone to. She wears a watch with two spikes on the side. She keeps two Heavy Fender guitar picks in the band. She always wears her AFI jacket. on the back is a scene from the music Video Miss Murder. The Lead singer holds a black rabbit. On the front in DarkEdge writing is the letters AFI across it. The bottom of the sleeves have two holes where she puts her thumbs through the fabric. Her hair is styled like Davey Havok of AFI and is Jet Black. Wears black eyeliner and shadow. She is always pale,and has many many tattoos on her arms.
Armament:
Bio: She was born and raised in London,England. She strived to learn to play guitar and sing when she took such an unnatural obsession to the band AFI at 14. When she was 17, she got a record deal with a studio in the USA. Her band recorded until she was 20-then split up after her drummer was killed in a freak accident. Her brother was murdered when she was 20 as well. Her family still resides in London. She is a black belt in Shotokan, Tang Soo Do, Tai Kwon Do and ****o Ryu. She is very skilled in the Martial Arts fields having won many Grand Championship trophies and prizes. To this day she still trains everyday to keep herself fit and to be ready in any situation. In her eyes-nearly perfect is not good enough. She joined the ranks to become a detective after the deaths of those close. She has had a fear of the desceased after her cousin played a mean trick on her at the age of 5. She is afraid of needles and when she sees one she freaks out, maybe even passing out. She still carries her guitar with her. It is tuned sharp, and has a piercing sound. Sometimes, the way she plays, she can rip at the emotions of even the most heartless.

 

Opening post this afternoon.

This afternoon, my time. Pacific. It's 7:30 now.

 

....waiting....

 

OOC: This post assumes that you have read the opener. EDIT: I knew I forgot someone.

Persona

As the detectives stood, gathered around Commisioner Henry Lewis, it began to rain. He looked at the assembled group before him - Kaden West, Trey Grove, Anki Jons, Zelda Zeppelin, Dirk Gently, and Robert London.

"So. Now you know why you're here. This isn't routine, this isn't by the book, and this isn't a crime of passion. This was premeditated, and unlikely as it is that any of you did it, I'll be needing alibis."

London spoke next, calmly, and with a bit of a drawl.

"We can all vouch for each other - we left at the same time."

Lewis hesitated, his brow furrowing. After a moment, he spoke again. "Alright. That's good enough for now. Let's go inside, shall we?"

It was more of an order than a question, but no-one cared. If they did, they certainly didn't show it. As they walked up to the front door, they could already see the police tape, and forensics people around the body.

Growing nearer, the stench of blood was evident, and upon arriving at Cheseler's corpse, they could see a small pool around his torso. Jim Wilkins, the coroner, came up to them, his small, pudgy hands encased in white gloves.

"As you can see, there was one shot, through the heart. He died in minutes, and his blood drained out through the exit wound. Well, that's the simple way of putting it."

Wilkins stepped down from the grand staircase behind the body.

"He was shot, and the force of the blow took him off-balance. He slid down the stairs, on his back. Bruising on the back of his head shows that he did not have a pleasant trip down them."

Wilkins sighed, then looked up at them. He rubbed his balding head with the back of his hand, and continued. "This is where you guys come in. The bullet is gone, as is the casing. Whoever did this knew how to cover their tracks."

Just as Wilkins stopped, fast, clacking footsteps on the hardwood floor heralded the arrival of an officer.

"Sir, uh...we..." he said, stooping for a breath, "Sirs, we've...we think we got him."

***

Frank O'Shea was not happy.

The brawny Irishman was cuffed, sitting on a chair in the kitchen. The detectives stood around him, and he glared up at them. Light stubble coated his face and scalp, and he still wore his waiter's outifit.

"Look, fer tha last goddam time, I didn't kill the bloody fool, will ya stop askin'?" He swore loudly. His sleeve was rolled up, displaying, prominently, an Irish republic tatoo.

"You had motive, you had means, how could it not be you?" asked London.

"I didn't do it, you stupid sod!"
Tag: All players!

 

IC:Zelda Zeppelin

An Officer led in a Irishman who seemed really angry about this whole ordeal. The officer said he had a motive. She spoke from the far back of the group.
"Maybe if you delievered the evidence and motive to explain your accusation officer, we could figure out why and how he planned and executed this homicide and give us a start into this investigation." She looked at them both directly. "Innocent until proven guilty-and that's where we come in." She motioned towards all the others.

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