forum A Messy, Crime Love Story (CLOSED)

Started June 16, 2020 by @Desvelarse pets

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The background of this RP takes place in the modern day time. On the East Coast, there is a ring of a Spanish mafia that traffics drugs all across that area of the United States. Yeong Navarro (my character), is the son of the leader of the ring. He does not quite enjoy the business, but has to set a good example and live up to the legacy that he will soon receive from his parents. Your character (who could be a cop or a random individual) would meet the son and get suddenly pulled into the world of the Spanish mafia.

Now that the introduction is over, now onto some loose little rules!

• Rated MA (for obvious reasons, though things can always be skipped over or taken to PMs)
• LGBTQ+ friendly (my character is bisexual, so the options for the other character can widely vary)
• Try not to god-mod with the characters and their actions

And here is a character chart!
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Sexuality:
Nationality/Race:
Appearance:
Personality:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Hobbies:
Background (optional):
Other:

oh i love this? there are times when i take a bit to answer an rp because real life gets in the way(even during quarantine, somehow), but i try to be active. if you'll accept one, i'd love to give a sample!

Thanks! And that’s totally ok, I am a bit busy as well with college things and all of that other fun stuff. Sure though, I’d love a sample!

It wasn't the most common thing for a traveler to move off the beaten path to explore a space known for pain. But the man picking his way through the bones of history along his route to the next town was by no means interested in pretending to be normal. That was obvious, if you knew the truth of who he was.

Because he was more than he, playing a part for his own safety and for the memory of his father. Or rather, her father.

Kanza was no man. No, she never truly had been, even though most of her life had been spent pretending to be one. A woman wasn't safe on her own in unfamiliar places, though, that much was true. And a man with a sword wasn't someone people often messed with.

But that wasn't near the point.

Her father had told her stories, years ago, of spirits that lent aid to soldiers in battle. Spirits that did more than haunt homes and pick unwary travelers off of the roads. And though she knew that those spirits would be long gone by now, there was spirit in her father's memory, which always lingered in places of victory and loss. If blood had found home in the ground, Kanza could feel her father's hand on her shoulder. And some days, that was enough.

Exploring often brought the most curious things to her. Once, she'd found an old knife, a family crest carved into the blade. That was nowhere near as strange, though, nothing was, as what was in front of her now.

A sword similar to the one on her back, this one embedded near handle-deep into a stone in the midst of the old battle field.

So, of course, she did the only logical thing. She took hold of the handle, and tugged with just enough force to try and loosen it.

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here you go! i did write this one while extremely tired a while back, but i hope it's decent!

That’s really good writing! This will work perfectly

alright, nice!

before I fill out the character temp, is there anything you have in mind for the other character?

I’m pretty flexible with things, but the only thing would probably make the age range around 19-25

Name:
Rafaela Vasquez, also known as Canary to literally anyone, regardless of her position.

Age:
24

Gender:
Female

Sexuality:
Pan as hell.

Nationality/Race:
Mexican, has duel citizenship but doesn't often go back to Mexico.

Appearance:

Hair cut/color:
Chocolate brown hair, to about her shoulder blades. It has an odd tendency to switch from wavy to extremely curly, causing it to be something she complains about regularly.

Eye color/shape:
One of her eyes is a warm brown, and the other is a clear pretty blue. It makes her stand out, which, considering her past, is a very bad thing. But she refuses to hid her eyes. Contacts are worn when undercover if she's made to, but that's it.

Skintone:
Golden. This is for two reasons. The first, is her heritage, and the second is her love of the sun. She does have tanlines, but they aren't visible in most clothing. Or at all, unless you can tell slight differences in skin tone, because she tans regularly if she can, in clothing that allows maximum reach for the sun.

Build:
She's muscled, but she looks like she only eats the bare minimum. It's likely that if she did eat, regularly, she'd acquire the curves she probably would have had in a normal life.

Height:
5'7

Scars/Identifying Marks:
A tattoo of a sunflower behind her right ear, visible when her hair is pulled up.
Plenty of scars, including what look like burns from a car cigarette lighter on her arms, a large mess of scarring on her left shoulderblade to cover up a different scar, and scars on her stomach and sides. Most came from knives.

Jewelry/Piercings:
Her lobes, and a nose piercing. It's one of the few things she knows better than to get too into. Usually, she'll wear large silver hoop earrings, but loses all common sense when it comes to taking them off before any sort of scuffle.
She has a silver charm bracelet, that she never removes.

Personality:
Laid-back and uncaring, for the most part. She definitely does enjoy dangerous things, though. A thrill seeker at heart, paired with the personality of a slacker and more class clown type, she doesn't ever put that much effort into anything. There's a hidden intelligence within her mind, though, one kept secret for a reason. The insults and snide comments sent her way by coworkers seem to just wash right over her, but most people actually like her as a person. Raf doesn't seem to care much about her own personal safety, and appears entirely fearless.

Likes:
High places, sour and spicy foods, just food in general. Causing trouble, her best friend. Smoking, and tattoos.

Dislikes:
Water, unless it's a quick shower. Small cramped spaces, boats, alcohol, her past in any form.

Hobbies:
Setting things on fire, shooting, going out and finding new places to eat. Annoying her best friend, starting fights like she's not a cop and then refusing to let other cops treat her differently. Cooking. Singing and playing instruments.

Background:
I actually don't have much on her, but interesting things to note are that she got in with the Russian mob as a kid, they killed her family when she tried to leave, and then she told them to fuck off and became a cop after causing problems for them while acting as her own vigilante type person.
One of her most memorable assignments was protecting a large government official's party-loving son after he received multiple death threats. They had a fling, and remain friends to this day.

Other: She has a cat.

Name: Yeong Navarro.

Age: 23 years old.

Gender: Male.

Sexuality: Bisexual.

Nationality/Race: Hispanic. He has Spanish citizenship and tends to go back for around a month each year in the summer time. At the moment, though, he currently lives in the US in Miami, Florida.

Appearance: (General appearance based off of: https://www.instagram.com/xserrano9/?hl=en). Height wise, he is 6’1. His build is more on the toned and muscular side. He has one tattoo, that being the insignia for the Spanish Mafia that is on his right shoulder blade. His ears are pierced, and he tends to wear black or silver studs in those piercings.

Personality: Tends to be more on the extroverted side. He is flirtatious with those that he is attracted to. That consists of direct remarks on appearance/personality and clever one liners from time to time. He seems quite clever and seasoned with knowledge having to do with street smarts. His opinions on the cartel differ. While he does enjoy the attention he receives, he strongly dislikes doing the jobs for the cartel. Around his friends and relationship partners, he is very open and loud, seeming like a complete open book, though he picks and chooses who he will give his deep opinions to.

Likes: Soccer, parties, drugs and alcohol, and social functions.

Dislikes: Doing jobs for the cartel, racism, harsh reality checks, and law enforcement.

Hobbies: In some of his free time, he can be found playing soccer with his friends. Other days, he helps tutor Hispanic/Latino kids in the “slums” English. Besides that, some basic things include exercise, cooking, and taking long drives.

Background (optional): The ‘need-to-know’ basics are that he was born in Spain to the upper leaders of the Spanish Mafia. He moved to the United States when he turned 13, and has lived in Miami, Florida ever since. He grew up being homeschooled, but had attended a college in Florida. During the time he was in college, he began to feel disdain towards his future of becoming a leader of the Spanish Mafia. Besides these things, other pieces of information will be revealed throughout the writings.

Other: He lives in a very large home that was purchased by the Mafia. Despite that, he barely every tends to flaunt his wealth in the faces of others.

ooohh i love him. he and canary are going to be one hell of a chaotic duo though

thanks i like your character too! and haha we’ll make it work ok

would you like to start, or would you rather I did?

(I will! The starter is below)

The sun was beating down on the earth as a group of boys ran back and forth on the small, slightly overgrown soccer field. The field was placed next to the side of the road in what would be considered a “slummy” neighborhood. It didn’t seem like a place that the son of a drug lord would frequent.

But there Yeong was, in the group of the boys playing soccer on the not so taken care of field. The boys were a group around Yeong’s age, consisting of his friends that were a part of the cartel: Nolan, Robin, and Milo. They were a diverse but close bunch who had been friends ever since they were children.

Yeong was on a team with Nolan against Robin and Milo, who happened to be twins. Yeong and Nolan should have been able to take the younger and slightly smaller twins quite easily but they were completely skipping around the pair. On one occasion, Milo tripped up Yeong, causing him to tumble to the ground.

“Puto! You cheater!” Yeong shouted at Milo as he slowly got up. Feeling out of breath, he called that he was grabbing water and jogged to the pavement by the field to stand by his duffel bag and gulp down his water.

Canary was a cop. But before she'd become a cop, she had been a criminal.

She had grown up in a barrio similar to this, though hers had a very noticeable mix of people heralding from various Hispanic and Latin countries. There was something to be said, there, especially when it was noted that her home was on the border of Mexico and America. It had been home, though, until the tragedy. And this neighborhood reminded her so much of her own.

She had, of course, arrested multiple people from here. Usually kids, caught stealing from corner marts and tiendas in better areas. In cases like that, she fought hard to get the kids light sentences, knowing exactly what it was like to grow up poor, with nothing left to do to help your family, when nowhere would hire you. She put in for jobs for them with friend, offered recommendations and a place to crash for the ones with nowhere to go quite yet. The community was all she had left to call family.

Which was part of why she was there now. Making her way along, headed for the house of a friend of her's, who had called asking her to bring by some groceries. She had the groceries, a couple bags of various food she knew Rico would be running low on, but wouldn't buy himself.

As she passed by the soccer field, she glanced out, watching the boys happily playing soccer. The moment of peace was broken as one of them, goofing off with the ball, sent it flying a bit too far and fast, headed straight for Canary. When it reached her, however, it didn't get the chance to cause any problems. She brought her knee up, catching the ball and bouncing it, only to twist her leg to let the ball drop onto her foot. Once it hit the ground again, she caught it under the sole of her shoe, looking out to the boys responsible. "Isn't attackin' innocent passerby with soccer balls not part of the rules of the game? It's been a bit since I've played, but I don't remember that being allowed."

Yeong had been watching the group of friends play as he wiped the sweat from his forehead on a cool towel. It had to be at least 85 degrees, and in his track pants and t-shirt, he was burning up. He would remove his t-shirt, but that would expose the insignia for the Spanish Cartel. While most wouldn’t recognize the symbol, if a cop happened to show up, it would be clear what he was a part of and that could jeopardize a lot of lives.

The ball was kicked off the field by Milo, and he watched as it flew and almost hit a female passerby. His brows raised and Milo laughed and Nolan clapped his hand onto Milo’s shoulder. Yeong guessed that Milo wouldn’t be much help, so after another drink of his water, he jogged over to the woman to retrieve the ball.

“Sorry about them, señora. They are a breed of the new kinds of idiots,” he said with a laugh, the Spanish accent thick in his voice. “I’ll make sure to go keep them in line from now on.”

Canary's accent was far from as thick as his, only lightly coating her words and managing to blend with a couple other noticeable accents. Where her r's rolled, you could hear a faint, more round and deep tone to some of her words, what might have been almost Russian if you could pick it out. "It's no problem, don't worry." Her tone was light, unbothered as she rolled the ball to him.

"Sorta hot to be playin' any sort of sport. Last time I did anything like that in heat like this, I was ten and broke my ankle." She laughed at the memory, completely ignoring the yellow leather jacket she was wearing, the only reprieve being the rolled up sleeves. Adjusting the bags in her arms, she tilted her head, looking innocently curious as she eyed the man in front of her slightly. "I don't know if I've seen you around at all. New, or just somehow good at accidentally avoiding people?"

Yeong stopped the ball when it was nudged to him and reached down to pick it up, holding it under his arm He tilted his head slightly to the right, glancing the woman over. “You're the one wearing that jacket,” he pointed out with a chuckle, a toothy smile on his face.

He hummed deeply at the question on his stay in the town. “I live not too far away. I mostly stay around at home, so I guess I could say I’m good at avoiding people,” he laughed. “But I come out here sometimes to see friends, and by that I mean the idiotos on the field.”

"I couldn't just not wear it. I have a look to uphold," Canary said, wrinkling her nose in feigned disdain at the idea of removing the jacket despite the heat. She listened to him speak, mismatched eyes focused on his.

"That'll do it, for sure," She agreed, laughing slightly. Turning her head, she eyed the boys on the field for a moment, before making a small 'huh' noise. "You're friends with Robin and Milo? How's their mom doing? She's the sweetest woman, helps me keep an eye on all the younger kids down here."

Yeong laughed brightly, holding his hands up in a surrendering manner when the woman retorted back at the jacket comment. “Ok ok, wear your jacket,” he hummed with a little shake of his head. He reached a hand up to brush it through his thick hair to slick it back a little bit.

His brows raised when the woman named the twins and explained how she knew them. “Oh, didn’t know that you knew the twins. I’ve known them since we were little kids. Practically grew up with them,” he explained. The twins couldn’t be more different. Milo was hot headed and wild, being quite a loud mouth. Robin was more on the soft and quiet side- in every literal sense, the boy was mute.

“What’s your name, by the way? Don’t know if I’ve ever seen you around here, chica?” he asked curiously.

"Ran into 'em when I moved here a few years back." Canary explained, her eyes returning to him. His laugh had a strangely nice sound to it, and she couldn't quite place the one place she had heard the laugh before. "They knocked me over on accident while I was leaving the tienda with groceries–well, Milo did–and their mother had them help me carry them to my bike." She shook her head, the memory a bright spot from those early days that had nearly killed her. Her job took care of that physically, but something about the move paired with the stress would have taken her out early, if not for Rico's unrelenting support and forced trips to the beach.

"Call me Canary." She said, shifting the bags, to extend her hand towards him. "Everyone else does. Hell, even my boss calls me that, and she hates nicknames. It'd be hard for you to see me around if I couldn't see you." Canary pointed out, arching a brow playfully at him. "Care to trade me your name?"

Yeong laughed once more at the story about meeting the twins. “Sounds like Milo. That perro barely has enough common sense to keep a good distance from others in that way,” he commented with a grin. He shook his head a tad. “I don’t even remember the first time I met them, I was so young. Their mother is an amazing woman, though. An absolute ángel.”

Canary was her name. Well, a nickname. But he liked the ring to it. He chuckled at the joke. “Ah, so you’re a sneaky chica?” he teased. Most people wouldn’t recognize his name. Usually the police and other government agents would, as his name was original. She didn’t seem like anyone like that to him, so he thought it was fine. “I’m Yeong,” he replied, extending his hand to shake hers in return.

Taking his hand, she let out a laugh as she shook. "You could call me that, if ya really felt inclined to. Though younger me fits that bill a helluva lot more than current me does." Acting as a spy for a large criminal organization would, understandably, lend to the talent of being sneaky. Even if she still had said talent now.

"Do you hang out around here super often?" Canary asked, as they each took their hands back. Part of her wondered at the likelihood of seeing him around again. Something about him was intriguing, in a way, and she wouldn't hesitate to admit that he was good looking. And polite. She could hear Rico's voice in her head, and could already imagine the text he was going to send, asking where the hell she was. Not a moment later, her phone chimed with the sound of a bell, though she didn't pull it out.