forum Favor for a Favor//OxO//M u r d e r

Started May 17, 2020 by @ElderGod-kirky group

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You're a cop that just got a case involving a war between two very dangerous criminal organizations—not your average gang, but the actual mafia. Days, weeks, go by without any ledge to hang onto, no evidence besides the multiple bodies showing up everywhere. Finally, your chief cracks and somberly informs you that they're arranging a meeting between you and someone that could possibly help this case.

Little did you know, you're about to meet the most highly sought out weapon among the entire criminal world—and strike a deal.

So, it's been a while since I've done a public roleplay. A few things: I'm not looking for romance, murder, gore, swearing, and all that lovely stuff will be present if all goes to plan. More than one character is allowed, and here's my main gal:

Name: Theresa Hunt
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Looks: Dark gold eyes with little flecks of yellow; naturally thick and long lashes framing them. Muscular, curvy body with a dancer's grace, high and prominent cheekbones—with one caved in—full lips, sharp and defined jawline, and naturally, lightly tanned skin. Golden blonde hair that falls in soft waves to her waist and is full of volume.
Tattoos: A feather tattoo on her left arm with the main part of it colored white with the lowest point colored black, a black band around her middle finger of her left hand.
Piercings/jewelry: Snake eyes tongue piercing, belly chain, multiple piercings in her ears, navel piercing, false nose rings sometimes. Other accessories are optional depending on what she's doing and her mood.
Scars/distinguishing marks: there's a lot. Okay. Lotta scars on her back, one very prominent and slightly raised scar on her belly that goes straight down the middle of her stomach, starting at the bottom of her breasts and ending right above her belly button, one line on her left arm on the direct side along the bone (outside, facing away from her body), caved-in cheekbone, lines of scars on her wrists, couple other little ones here and there.
Preferred style of clothing: Her clothing ranges from very feminine to over-sized and comfy to masculine. In general, she typically dresses pretty androgynously with skin being shown, as, for the most part, she isn't shy when it comes to her body.
Personality: This is really hard to explain, but let's just say: certified sociopath, anger issues, occasional depression, suicidal thoughts/attempts, pyromaniac, and unafraid for the most part.
Background: All I'm going to say is what your character would know upon having her "identity" revealed. At the age of 12, Tess was taken in by the mob boss Renato Rawling, and soon came on the scene as a weapon for hire. Any family, not just the Rawling family, could pay to have her carry out any sort of dirty deed to keep their hands clean. The catch is: she was permitted to demand any sort of price, and she usually demanded a very high price. Some, both the desperate and the wealthy, stood up to the task and provided the money. She quickly became notorious by the time she was sixteen, even if no one knew her true age, and became known as the Huntress. Police forces know she is a killer, but have no solid evidence to pin against her to keep a case from going cold. New York City is said to be her home base, as that's where the Rawling family is located, but she has been reported in other states.

Depending on how intense the swearing will be, and whether or not this will get too… erm… steamy… I might be interested. I'm most certainly intrigued.

honestly thought that this would never be responded to

I'm not intending it to be a romance, but if things do happen to go that way, probably keep things PG for the sake of all my other romace rps. Swearing on my part will likely be censored using Italian since my girl is fluent in that.

Awesome. I'm interested.

Sweet! I'm not currently where I can access my template to copy and paste it, but if you so wish, you can follow the one I have at the top or use your own template

Okay. Excellent. Thank you. Would it be acceptable for me to sign-up my character tonight or tomorrow?

Either works for me!

Splendid! Thank you. I'll get on that soon.

No problem :)

Name: Douglass Nickel
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Looks: Brawny, tall man, standing at about 6'4" with a strong, muscular build. He has light brown skin, straight chocolate-brown hair that is kept cut short. He has a strong jawline dotted with stubble, dark, alert eyes, thick brows, and his expression is pretty much a permanent scowl. He carries himself with confidence (though, not arrogance) and is constantly eyeing his surroundings.
Tattoos: Tattoo-sleeves on his arms.
Piercings/Jewelry: N/A
Scars/Distinguishing marks: He has a few scars on his hands, a knife scar on his right bicep, a bullet scar on his stomach, and a small scar on his face from his cheek to upper-lip.
Preferred style of clothing: Dark-clothes, more practical than stylish. Cargo pants or combat pants and combat boots are preferable. Absolutely nothing brightly-colored. He doesn't like to show a lot of skin and likes to take precautions, such as bullet-proof vests or pockets for extra knives.
Personality: Practical man, responsible, and easily irritated. Though he has a lot of self-control, he also has mild anger issues, and incompetence or dishonesty is the quickest way to get on his bad side. He has a low-tolerance for stupidity or rebelliousness. He respects authority and rules so long as they make sense. He is honest, sometimes brutally, but will lie if it feels absolutely necessary. He has deep-seated trust issues. He is confident, but not arrogant, and bold. He is not afraid of confrontation and will fight for what he believes in.
Background: Douglass had some trouble with drugs when he was around 14, but he cleaned up his act at around 17 years old and straightened his life out. He was raised by his single father, who was a policeman as well, though he was killed in action, and ever since then, Douglass considered it his responsibility to take up his father's mantle. He has worked hard for the police force for several years, but he refuses to deal with petty things like speeding tickets and prefers to go straight to the dark, gritty, life-threatening stuff.

(Let me know if this does not qualify.)

You, sir, have created a wonderful character that will make this an interesting roleplay. Are we ready to begin, or do you have any questions?

I'm thrilled that you like him.
Hm… no questions come to mind. If something occurs to me, I'll let you know, but for now I think I'm ready.

Fine by me. I'll probably have to get the starter up tomorrow because I'm currently working on some stuff rn, and don't have the brainpower to switch to something else. I hope you don't mind.

I don't mind a bit. Take as much time as you need.

Thank you :)

((so I had no writing motivation yesterday—sorry for the delay))

Chief Davis groaned and sat back in his chair, rubbing his eyes of the computer's dull glow. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Four dead bodies and counting, an obvious mafia connection by the tattoos borne by the victims, cause of deaths—and nothing else. No fingerprints, no murder weapons, no bullets, no suspects, no DNA, no evidence. Whoever did this knew what they were doing, and were good at it. At this rate, the case will have to end up cold, and that was the last thing that Davis wanted to do right now. If his team could crack it, then maybe they could be the ones to stop a deadly war between two families from getting out of control.

Finally cracking open his eyes after a moment of silent suffering, the chief sighed and leaned forward again to scan through the database, looking through the list of known mafia members for probably the hundredth time. It was pointless, but what else could he do? They had nothing to go on. Davis was just about to call it a day when one particular name caught his eye.

The Huntress.

"What else do we have to lose?" he grumbled as he clicked on her file and scanned through it. Officially named an associate of the Rawling family, one of the lowest ranking 'members' of a family. Rumors, however, have gone around that she's buddies with the higher up members. No known background, name, age, biological family, or friends. Her work for the mafia involved being a gun for hire, and an expensive one at that. She had the power to demand any sort of price, which made Chief Davis also question her role as just an associate. Lots of cases list her as a suspect, but they all went cold from the lack of evidence to pin on her. She was good. Really good.

Davis rubbed at his jaw thoughtfully, mulling over the pros and cons of what he was considering. She had a foot in all of the families, but only loyalty to one. If he played his cards right, then maybe she could be their key to solving this case.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. The silence stretched on, then got interrupted by the clatter of Davis' chair being pushed back quickly. "Nickel!" he called, stalking over to the agent at his desk. If there was anyone he could trust with this delicate plan, it was Douglass. Hopefully everything went to plan, because Davis was exhausted of angles and theories.

(That's perfectly fine! I did not mind waiting.)

Douglass generally didn't mind the silence, but when there was work to be done, he became restless. Well, internally restless, that is. His mind would race, thoughts whirling in an attempt to view the situation from every angle as to better understand it. It wasn't the best strategy at times, because when there was no information to go on and he found no logical explanation, he realized how useless he was. But externally, he managed to stay relaxed, leaned back in his chair with his boots propped on the desk and his hands folded together loosely on his abdomen. The only telltale sign that he was even taking the situation seriously was his expression— his furrowed brow and tight lips. But, to be fair, his expressions were almost exclusively grave.

His gaze snapped up to meet Davis's, and he straightened himself, putting his feet firmly on the ground where they belonged, as if he were already readying himself to stand. "Find something?" Though nearly undetectable, there might've been a slight inflection of hopefulness in his gruff voice. Douglass had never been the hopeful sort, but he most certainly wasn't interested in seeing another case go cold. Especially not one as big as this.

(Apologies for this. It's a bit slapdash.)

Davis nodded stiffly to Douglass as he pushed up the sleeves of his shirt to his elbows, then folded his arms over his chest. "I might have a way to get what we need, but I need to keep this as tight-lipped as possible. If this works, we'll be treading on very thin ice. I want to keep this between me and you, alright?" The chief didn't wait for an answer, already expecting Douglass to agree. "I'll be setting up a meeting between you and someone that could possibly make or break this case. It's a very risky gamble, but it's all I can think of to do. Are you in?"

Tracking down the Huntress wasn't the hard part—she flaunted her status as an uncuffed criminal with no remorse. It was the matter of pinning her down and getting her to agree to come in that was the tricky part. Perhaps the promise of a cash reward could coax her into the station? Or maybe a deal involving all the red flags on her record. It was hard to tell what she wanted, but Davis was determined. He'd find a way to bring her in peacefully in order to start this arrangement off on solid ground.

((That's totally fine!))

(Thank you much.)

"Of course I'm in." Douglass had no problem keeping the plan on the down-low. The thought of having to work with a large group of people usually disappointed him, anyways. People always screwed things up. He knew he could trust himself not to— and if he did, there'd only be one person to blame. Working with other people eliminated that reassurance, made one almost dependent on the other, and Douglass had loathed that feeling. His success resting in someone else's incapable hands? No thanks. That's why there was no way he could avoid the burning question that immediately popped up in his mind. He squinted a little in thought, looking up at Chief Davis. "Who's the someone?"

Davis sighed and ran his hand over his face, contemplating on whether or not he should tell Douglass now and get it over with, or leave it as a secret until the meeting was on. After a moment of heavy silence, the chief cast a weary look over at his agent. It was better to rip the bandaid off now than throw Douglass to the very cunning wolf. "You know of the Huntress?" Now that he thought about it, Davis realized he didn't even have a real name or proper face to put with the title and string of bodies—and scorched crime scenes. That was going to need changed as well. And all of this is residing on a criminal's cooperativeness with the police. This…isn't going to be an easy case.

A beat of silence passed. "You've gotta be kidding." Unfortunately, Davis was not kidding. "The Huntress is a criminal. We can't make meetings with criminals. That— no. With all due respect, that will never work. We want to solve the case— not add more bodies to the count." Douglass leaned back in his seat, resting his elbow on the arm of it and tapping his temple. Maybe he was jumping the gun a little too quickly, but— they couldn't possibly be desperate enough to start consulting unnamed serial killers.

Could they?

Douglass let out a deep sigh. Maybe this was ridiculous, but he needed to stay on track. Davis was a smart chief; Douglass trusted him as much as he did anyone. If Davis truly believed that a meeting with this psychopathic lady might help them crack this case wide open, Douglass didn't want to be the one to screw it up by not helping. And he only trusted himself to handle such a fragile task, considering how dangerous and cunning the Huntress was known to be. "What kind of meeting are we talkin' here?"

((Sorry for the really late response!))

Davis listened to Douglass' initial outburst in stony silence, letting him get it out without interruption. Yes, it was a reckless move, but they were stuck, and this was the only way in that he could see. Once Douglass seemed to calm down enough to keep a semi-open mind, the chief shifted and ran a hand through his short hair. "The kind of meeting that involves putting you in a room with her after she's agreed to come in peacefully. We might have to make promises and negotiate, but I want to keep this as civil as possible—between the both of us. If she starts demanding we bend the rules too much, then we need to push back and reach a middle ground we all can agree on." He leveled a weary look onto the other detective. "Thoughts? Objections? Opinions? I need to hear it all now before we track her down."

(Considering the fact I was just absent for a month, I don't think I have a single right to complain…)

Douglass rubbed his eyes with his thumb and forefinger, grumbling something under his breath. He had more objections than he could count, but the fact that they were stuck and needed help remained, regardless of whether or not Douglass liked the plan. "And what makes you think she'll come in peacefully? What kind of demands can we expect someone like her to make?" He let out a long sigh, his hand dropping to his side. "How do we know this isn't gonna blow up in our faces?"