Cold War: Chicago
Jul 13, 2013 23:22:54 GMT -8
Post by Penny Royals on Jul 13, 2013 23:22:54 GMT -8
Winter 1985, Chicago
It's a dark night. The city's inhabitants are mostly inside, bulding up from the freezing weather beyond as snow falls steadily. The streets are unusually quiet, and many rookies chalk it up to the freezing cold weather. But to the seasoned detective and copper alike, the silence is unnatural and something to be genuinely feared. They set up extra patrols.
Snow fell faster along the roads, too fast for the snow plows to keep up with it. Soon the blizzard would overtake many of the policemen, and it would be too much. But for now, he trudged on, shining lights into alleyways and up to rooftops, desperately proving to his boss that there was nothing going on outside of the Cook County Jail.
Suddenly, he caught something, down a long dirty alley, behind a dumpster. A horrible stench filled the air. Gagging, he held his sleeve to his mouth, pressing into the alleyway. He looks behind the dumpster, at the piles of cloth- nothing. He turns around, eager to get out of the alley, when he hears a laugh...
That was the third police death in the winter of 1985, each one grislier than the last. The police commissioner is getting tired of this, and is sanctioning out his men into teams. They need to figure out what the hell is going on, and fast. Something about the whole case feels wrong...
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In short my darlings, we play an RP in two ways: the police looking for clues, finding crime scenes, and attempting to keep peace while learning what is going on in their beloved city; and the colorful criminals of the city, banding together to pull off the greatest crime since the 1940s: taking over Chicago once and for all.
Criminals:
NAME:
AGE:
APPEARANCE:
CRIMES SUSPECTED: (What horrible things has your character done?)
SIGNATURES: (What sets your character's work apart from the other criminals'?)
SKILLS:
EQUIPMENT:
PERSONALITY:
Cops:
NAME:
AGE:
APPEARANCE:
RANK:
SKILLS:
EQUIPMENT:
BIO:
NAME: Has many names. Tabloids call him 'The Jeweler.' Currently is using the name Ziggy Brooker, and occassionally refers to himself third person as 'Monica', for reasons unknown.
AGE: Approximately 25.
APPEARANCE: www.tektek.org/avatar/53812313
CRIMES SUSPECTED: Murder in the first degree, robbery
SIGNATURES: He typically goes after rich men and women - ages never matter - in various disguise forms. His victims are found with none of their property on them, and several small, precise cuts - the use of a scalpel is speculated. On those found in their homes, there is little to no sign of a struggle.
SKILLS: Disguise, blade usage, extremely charismatic and believable
EQUIPMENT: A small arsenal of scalpels, needles, and syringes; a massive stockpile of jewels, clothes, makeup, etc.
PERSONALITY: Has about eighteen screws loose. He is blatantly insane, though meeting with civilians he is able to pull off the illusion of a normal person, making him all the more dangerous. He is very indulgent, hedonistic, and sometimes extremely arrogant, both about his appearance and his works.
NAME: Mengele - both used by tabloids and personally.
AGE: Whereabouts of 34
APPEARANCE: www.tektek.org/avatar/53812042
CRIMES SUSPECTED: Arson, murder
SIGNATURES: Mengele's main weapon of murder, other than fire, is the use of the deadly chemical Zyklon B and other gases.
SKILLS: Chemistry, knowledgeable on a scientific level
EQUIPMENT: Many chemicals, a gas mask, and a blowtorch
PERSONALITY: Mengele is often silent, or at least muffled due to his gas mask, but he is prone to fits of maniac laughter. Even so, he is undoubtedly extremely competent- which is even worse.
NAME: Mason Abrams
AGE: 43
APPEARANCE: Abrams stands at 6'0, with a build for running. He's tanned, and scruffy, with salt and pepper hair and sideburns, and steely gray eyes.
RANK: Commander
SKILLS: Photographic memory, can pick out small details extremely easily.
EQUIPMENT: Standard police equipment.
BIO: Abrams grew up in a military family, moving around often with his father, mother, and sister. He enlisted at the age of 18, and was honorably discharged two years later after being shot through the shoulder in Vietnam. At home, young, with few things to do, he healed and joined the CPD. Through his 23 years of experience, he has stuck to the homocide department and climbed the rungs to get to where he is now. ((WIP))
It's a dark night. The city's inhabitants are mostly inside, bulding up from the freezing weather beyond as snow falls steadily. The streets are unusually quiet, and many rookies chalk it up to the freezing cold weather. But to the seasoned detective and copper alike, the silence is unnatural and something to be genuinely feared. They set up extra patrols.
Snow fell faster along the roads, too fast for the snow plows to keep up with it. Soon the blizzard would overtake many of the policemen, and it would be too much. But for now, he trudged on, shining lights into alleyways and up to rooftops, desperately proving to his boss that there was nothing going on outside of the Cook County Jail.
Suddenly, he caught something, down a long dirty alley, behind a dumpster. A horrible stench filled the air. Gagging, he held his sleeve to his mouth, pressing into the alleyway. He looks behind the dumpster, at the piles of cloth- nothing. He turns around, eager to get out of the alley, when he hears a laugh...
That was the third police death in the winter of 1985, each one grislier than the last. The police commissioner is getting tired of this, and is sanctioning out his men into teams. They need to figure out what the hell is going on, and fast. Something about the whole case feels wrong...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
In short my darlings, we play an RP in two ways: the police looking for clues, finding crime scenes, and attempting to keep peace while learning what is going on in their beloved city; and the colorful criminals of the city, banding together to pull off the greatest crime since the 1940s: taking over Chicago once and for all.
Criminals:
NAME:
AGE:
APPEARANCE:
CRIMES SUSPECTED: (What horrible things has your character done?)
SIGNATURES: (What sets your character's work apart from the other criminals'?)
SKILLS:
EQUIPMENT:
PERSONALITY:
Cops:
NAME:
AGE:
APPEARANCE:
RANK:
SKILLS:
EQUIPMENT:
BIO:
NAME: Has many names. Tabloids call him 'The Jeweler.' Currently is using the name Ziggy Brooker, and occassionally refers to himself third person as 'Monica', for reasons unknown.
AGE: Approximately 25.
APPEARANCE: www.tektek.org/avatar/53812313
CRIMES SUSPECTED: Murder in the first degree, robbery
SIGNATURES: He typically goes after rich men and women - ages never matter - in various disguise forms. His victims are found with none of their property on them, and several small, precise cuts - the use of a scalpel is speculated. On those found in their homes, there is little to no sign of a struggle.
SKILLS: Disguise, blade usage, extremely charismatic and believable
EQUIPMENT: A small arsenal of scalpels, needles, and syringes; a massive stockpile of jewels, clothes, makeup, etc.
PERSONALITY: Has about eighteen screws loose. He is blatantly insane, though meeting with civilians he is able to pull off the illusion of a normal person, making him all the more dangerous. He is very indulgent, hedonistic, and sometimes extremely arrogant, both about his appearance and his works.
NAME: Mengele - both used by tabloids and personally.
AGE: Whereabouts of 34
APPEARANCE: www.tektek.org/avatar/53812042
CRIMES SUSPECTED: Arson, murder
SIGNATURES: Mengele's main weapon of murder, other than fire, is the use of the deadly chemical Zyklon B and other gases.
SKILLS: Chemistry, knowledgeable on a scientific level
EQUIPMENT: Many chemicals, a gas mask, and a blowtorch
PERSONALITY: Mengele is often silent, or at least muffled due to his gas mask, but he is prone to fits of maniac laughter. Even so, he is undoubtedly extremely competent- which is even worse.
NAME: Mason Abrams
AGE: 43
APPEARANCE: Abrams stands at 6'0, with a build for running. He's tanned, and scruffy, with salt and pepper hair and sideburns, and steely gray eyes.
RANK: Commander
SKILLS: Photographic memory, can pick out small details extremely easily.
EQUIPMENT: Standard police equipment.
BIO: Abrams grew up in a military family, moving around often with his father, mother, and sister. He enlisted at the age of 18, and was honorably discharged two years later after being shot through the shoulder in Vietnam. At home, young, with few things to do, he healed and joined the CPD. Through his 23 years of experience, he has stuck to the homocide department and climbed the rungs to get to where he is now. ((WIP))
