Honor in the city of Crimes (PM to join)

[Kensuke]

Amador City. A city of gang wars, random violence against the innocent, and more illegal and immoral activities. And it all connects to the richest person in the city. Most of the police themselves are even connected to the crime. There is no honor left. None. Except in one man. He ventures day and night around the city, slaying the guilty, and rescuing the innocent. A vigilante, the police call him. Or maybe, they just want him out of the way so the business can continue.

This man has been defending the city for decades, and those who see him still call him a young man. Rumor has it, is that he has unlimited "time". He does not age. Through all the years he's lived, he trained in martial arts, using a sword as his instrument of justice. Alone, he fights against the city, while defending it.

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The basic idea of this rp follows the hero, and the events in this crime-filled city.

Roles:

Hero- Taken by me
Police officer 1 (Female)-RedHairedAndFriendly
Police officer 2 (Male)- Lotharian
Female Citizen (Could be a reporter/Journalist) (Was saved by the hero when she was a child.)- Caela
Important Gang Member- poohlive
Crime Lady/ Richest person in the city- Shadow of the Heart

(Note: The last two aren't gender specified.)
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Character info:

Name: Damien
Age: Unknown due to his power (Appears to be 27)
Appearence: Slender, yet muscled. His skin is quite pale. He has semi long black hair, and blue eyes. He always dressed in black no matter where he goes.
Information: He has a firm sense of justice and believes in honor, clear through his choice of weapon, a japanese sword. He is very agile through is years of training, maybe it was centuries. He did live for a long time, maybe even before the Middle Ages. For the past few decades, he had his eyes on Amador City. He now fights the crooked police who threw away their sense of honor, and the gangs who fill the city with violence.

Happy RPin'!

 

[shadowoftheheart]

Alexandria von Hauptmann

Age: 36

Appearance: Slender, tall, leggy. She has waist-long flame-red hair, which she allows to flow free down her body. She wears short skirts to allow her legs room to breathe, and usually wears a white silk blouse that clings to her ample breasts. Usually, however, she wears a blazer over this to give her the appearance of power and authority.

Information: Friedrich von Hauptmann was a second-generation mob boss in Amador City, feared for his ruthlessness and yet respected for his loyalty to his men. His daughter, and only child, was his heir apparent, and became increasingly impatient with his simple inability to die. Six years ago, on her 30th birthday, she watched with (apparent) horror as her father was gunned down in front of her eyes, preparing to escort her into a well-known Italian restaurant in downtown Amador City. It was Alexandria's greatest birthday present: In a stroke, her father was out of the way, and the last remnants of the Italian/Sicilian Mafia was blamed (they were in fact innocent of the deed) and the FBI and the corrupt police rushed in and brought down the weak Don of the area.

Six years she has ruled with ruthless force, money, and sexual power. Amador City is her own personal cash cow, her playground. The mayor is in her pocket, not to mention her bed, and everything seems perfect for her.

Except. Except for Damien. The Champion of the down-trodden, the sworn destroyer of crime and corruption. He and he alone was a threat, he and he alone prevented her from total control. Despite that, she found him highly arousing. No. No, because of that. The challenge was the source of the arousal. She would have to break him to get him at her feet, and this thought was one she relished with a burning passion.

 

[Lotharian]

Police Record on Subject found...

Name: James (AKA Jimmy) William Smith
Rank: 1st Officer
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 180 lbs
Age: 34
Birthplace: Highland Bluffs (A Suburb in Amodor City)
Marital Staus: Widower (Wife killed by an unknown assailant 6 years ago)
Children: None
Partner: Unassigned

Information:

Dedicated officer who's so far been held back from advancement in rank due to miscellaneous circumstances. Top of his grade, a crack shot, though a reserved character. Trusted to do what's right.

Current Residence:

255 Amodor Place
5781 Kennedy St.
Amodor City

((An appartment in downtown Amodor, closer to the station))

Attached Photo: Shows a man whom seems older than he truly is, with stubble on his face and unkempt hair that goes just above the shoulder.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Staking my claim as Police Officer (gal-of course).... be back to post my OOC...

Patience is a virtue...

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

OOC:

Kimberly (Kim) Longfellow
32 years old
Brunette, bobbed cut
brown eyes
funny, sassy and liked by everyone for the most part
single, never married


Kimberly became a police officer after graduating from high school, and attending the academy. She lived through the ribbing of being a female cop, though women were police officers for several years now there were still the underground problems that women dealt with before finishing their training.

Kim managed to overcome the harrassment with the help of fellow female officers support as well as her boyfriend during that time. He has since moved on as is no longer in her life, but still brings fond memories to her when she has the time to think of him.

She works hard at her job, but recently found herself without her partner. There had been a hostage situation at the Amador bank, and her long time partner had been shot in the head to serve as a warning that the crooks meant business. Now she was determined to set things right, but while she worked on her own secretly, she was starting to feel the pull for the riches that the group of “crime” bosses were raking in. They knew she was a cop, and they used her as they saw fit, but was she truly crooked or was she playing a role....... Does Kimberly even know for certain anymore.... time will tell.

 

[poohlive]

I'll take over the important gang member, if no one else has it yet.

 

[caela]

Jessica Johnson

Thanks for letting me join Kensuke!!

As a 10 year old child she'd been saved by the man the entire city (well the innocents in it anyway) knew only as their defender. She'd been snatched from her parents by a strange man who'd taken her a dirty dingy alley and tried to do things to her that no child should experience. She fought him but all she managed to do was make him angry and so he tried to hurt her more. Before the man - she never did learn his name and didn't care to - could cause her permanent harm however HE had come. The next thing she knew she'd been staring into a pair of piercing blue eyes that were filled with compassion for the child she was and that had now haunted her for years.

Now 16 years later she was still in the city that, despite it's problems, she called home. She worked for the city's largest newpaper and was one of four reporters on what was called "the Hero beat" around the office. Each of them was assigned a section of the city and wrote stories on the exploits of the man that seemed to be everywhere when someone needed him.

Name: Jessica Johnson
Height: 5'3
Weight: 105
Hair: straight, platinum blonde with a pixie cut that makes her look 18 instead of 26
Eyes: large and innocent in a shade of ice blue with golden flecks around the iris
Body: athletic with smallish, firm breasts, a flat belly, tight ass and legs that she made look longer than they were with well cut clothes and by often wearing heeled shoes
Personality: Generally upbeat she has a mild obsession with the city's hero which is why she got a job that allows her to research and write about him. She usually had a smile on her lips and uses the fact that she looks much younger than she is to her advantage when interviewing people. She has an honest, innocent face and more than once it's led a source to tell her more than they meant to. She vigalently protects her sources and has spent more than one night down at the jail for refusing to reveal them in court.

 

[Kensuke]

Rain poured hard on Amador city. It was night time, which generally meant most of the gang activities were out. Atop the highest building in Amador, a man clad in black was looking over the city like a hawk. He was their defender. His name is Damien.

He sat next to a pair of gargoyle statues, nicely placed on the city's tallest building. "I remember when everyone believed you were real..." He said, glancing over the statue. "Even I did, once. A demon..." Damien chuckled at the old memories. He got up. "Now, you're only an image, nothing more."

Damien breathed, and sighed. Tonight was the night. The building he was standing upon was owned by the owner of the city. Alexandria von Hauptmann. He would at least meet with her.

He walked over to the ledge, and dropped himself down. He spun in the air, and went into the top window, through the glass.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Kimberly sat in her patrol car, the rain sliding down the windshield. She was waiting for the package to be dropped off, then she could get her ass back to the precient, finish some paper-work, and head home. She pushed her bangs back, and tightend the short pony-tail at the back of her neck.

The night had been long enough for her, having pulled a double because some idiot had decided to rear-end a co-workers car, and she had ended up in the hospital giving birth two months early. "Damn, fool." She hissed, "should have taken maternity leave earlier."

She wasn't supposed to have been on the road the night of the accident, Kim had planned it down to the second, and that lady officer wasn't supposed to be in that area. "Little did I know she'd get a hankering for a fuckin' pickle," she cursed again.

As the sheets of rain streamed down harder she saw the figure move quietly pass the nose of her car. She watched them drop the black bag and keep walking as if it were nothing. Waiting two minutes exactly, Kimberly grabbed her hat, pressed it onto her head, and slipped out of her car. She walked slowly over to where the stachel was and with a quick flick of a lighter, she kept on hand, she found the bag.

Casually she bent down and pocket the wet bag, its weight felt good in her hands. She moved back to her car, flicked on the headlights and headed out of the seedy side of town. Once she was far enough away, and deeper into a more business district then residential slum district, she stopped the car, and turned on her inside dome light.

The black bag was actual velvet, and on any normal day would have been a pleasure to touch and run her fingers across, but now it was just a wet, mush full of tiny presents for Hauptmann. She pulled open the drawstrings and poured the diamonds into her hands. "Fuckin' beautiful," she whispered. She had known what was in the bag all along, and it took all her will power not to take one stone.

Kim pulled a briefcase from the backseat, weighed and measure the entire collection then photographed it. She was building the case against Hauptmann on her own, and she was determined to bring the woman down. The jewels were beautiful, and she knew that the longer she stayed in, the glity life became more appealing. It was like a drug, Hauptmann would pay her for her information, and pay well, as long as Kim kept her secret desire of watching the Bitch die from ever reaching her ears.

She headed toward the precient, returning the diamonds back to their wet nest, and her cataloged images and recordings were now locked in her briefcase.

 

[shadowoftheheart]

Alexandria kissed the man lying in bed beside her, prompting from him a soft moan. He rolled over to grasp her, but she scooted away from him.

"Oh no, your honor. Our time is ended for the night. Now, what did I tell you to do for me?"

Mayor Randall propped himself up on one arm, breath labored.

"Have the Poilce Commisioner fired."

"Yes, remember to plant the evidence of corruption that I've given you. The bitch is too honest, and some of her Underlings are actually starting to get too close to me. She must be destroyed. You understand, of course, that the DA has already been given evidence of her corruption. His office will take over for you once she is out on her ass."

She smiled, almost too nicely for the Mayor's liking. She turned, giving him a full view of her soft, curvy backside, before wriggling into a minidress.

"For now ... Wait a moment."

She placed a hands-free headphone to her ear.

"Well, then take him. No, alive. I have intentions for him, so he is not to be killed or severely injured."

"Mayor, I fear you must leave now. Dress quickly, and use the emergency exit."

Damn that Damien! For the last several years that mysterious swordsman had been the only thing keeping her from total conrol of the city. The police commissioner was a nuicance in comparison. No, she could be delt with, and would be, for daring to question her hold over the city. A hold she inherited from her late (not so) lamented father. But Damien was untouchable. He could not be bought, sold, corrupted, seduced, or brought to "justice."

Slipping into shoes, and grabbing a Desert Eagle revolver, Alexandria made her way to her private elevator. She was debating riding up to confront the bastard directly, or doing what her advisors were screaming into her ear to do, and ride to the Emergency Level to evacuate. She opened the elevator door, stepped within, and hesitated for a moment. Top floor, emergency floor? She hefted her gun ....

 

[Kensuke]

"Shit! It's him!" Someone called out.

Soon enough, guards began to swarm the room. With a smirk on his face, Damien awaited there move. Two guards ran at him, and Damien smacked them both to the ground with his katana's sheath. Burying his foot into one of the guard's ribs, he dragged him along the ground, and threw him at the other guards as they begun their fire.

The sword unsheathed, the rest happened in a flash. All the guards were on the floor in a bloody mess, and Damien was now walking towards the elevator. "Hmph. Sometimes I wonder why you all bother." He said. He pressed the elevator's button, and waited.

 

[shadowoftheheart]

DING!

The door of her private elevator opened, and Alexandria raised her weapon. Holding the doors open lightly, she looked at the room where Damien had clearly forced his entry. Glass covered the essentially empty office, one of several not yet leased out. And, most disturbingly, a mass of guards on the office floor, saturated in their own blood.

She didn't see Damien, and wondered what that meant. The hairs on the back of her head began to rise, and her head of security screamed into her ear to GET THE HELL OUT! She backed into the elevator, gun still levelled, and pressed the button this elevator had that the others did not: E for emergency level. The doors began to close ....

 

[Kensuke]

A hand went around her body and pulled her back away from the door, into the elevator. The arm was under her armpit, and the hand was at her chin. It was Damien standing behind her, holding his sword in his other hand.

"How nice of you to come and greet me personally, Mistress of this city." He whispered into her ear. "I must say, I'm honored. It's a shame things have to end. It's a shame you didn't choose to use Power for good, instead of infecting this city with evil."

Damien looked at Alexandria's neck. He lifted his sword...

 

[shadowoftheheart]

Alexandria's breath caught. He was here, abruptly, and had her in his power. Behind her, holding her in his grasp. He lifted her chin with his hand.

"How nice of you to come and greet me personally, Mistress of this city. I must say, I'm honored. It's a shame things have to end. It's a shame you didn't choose to use Power for good, instead of infecting this city with evil."

She felt his sword raise up, knowing that Damien didn't scruple against killing those he perceived as evil.

"End? My dear ... they are only starting."

She closed her eyes, pressing a contact with the tip of her gun.

A Sun-Bright flash came from every light in the elevator, nearly bright enough to hurt Alexandria's eyes closed as they were.

Assuming that in this moment he was blinded and stunned, she lashed backward with a surprisingly powerful mule-kick, the force of the blow concentrated into the two inch stiletto heel of the foot. She also both knew and heard the elevator stop and open on the next nearest floor. She didn't know which one she was on, but any would suffice to escape Damien.

 

[Kensuke]

Damien fell back into the elevator. He sighed. "Why do they always have to make things hard?" He jumped back unto his feet. He sliced at the air, and ran after Alexandria.

At the moment he stepped out the elevator, he came into view to several gunners. They all fired. Only one bullet hit Damien, grazing him on the cheek. Soon, the gunners were gone by Damien's blade, and he continued to follow Alexandria, staying close behind. He once again caught up with her, this time he grabbed her, and put her back against the wall. His eyes were looking, and piercing at hers.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Kimberly made it back to the precient without mishap and before long she was settled behind her desk, making notes and scanning through files. She had neglected some of her weaker cases to work on infiltrating the crime bosses lairs. She had worked up quite a file of her own, and knew that some on the force weren't to sure about her loyalty. She had to put in long hours on the street and in this cramped room of sweaty men and women, not to mention the lice they pulled off the streets.

Kim had wondered how long she'd be living this double life, but for now she'd make do and keep the investigators off her back, and her fellow officers in her line of vision. She didn't need any slip ups and so far she felt somewhat confident, it was after all only a select few that doubted her.

Soon she'd have to be paired up with a new partner, and then her life when take a twist. Kim didn't look forward to that, she'd trained with new recruits and they always ended up hanging all over you, in her new trade that was the last thing she needed.

She pulled up the missing persons file and added the newest name to the data banks. She knew the body would never be found, sadly she had witnessed the execution of the low life, and hadn't been able to stop it without blowing her cover. The man had sold some bad stuff to the wrong people and now his body was being shipped to various meat processing plants around the country. It was after this, that Kim turned to vegetarian meals.

 

[caela]

Jessica sighed softly as she stared out the window of her home office. It was a dreary night and the rain washed down the glass panes with a soft dumming sound that made her both tired and restless at the same time. It was also a slow night which was likely what was driving her crazy. Usually by this time she had at least three purported Damien sightings to follow up but tonight...nothing.

Just where are you tonight Damien? she wondered as she stared out into the night.

Suddenly feeling cooped up and inexplicably annoyed she grabbed the keys to her apartment and threw on her sneakers. Dreary or not she needed a long walk to clear her head of thoughts of him. She knew she was silly, that it was nothing more than hero worship, a schoolgirl crush turned obsession. She'd even seen a shrink about it for awhile but the woman had determined that it was an integral part of Jessica's pschye and that it in no way harmed her. Instead she said it motivated her and as long as it wasn't detrimental there was really nothing she could do.

Slipping out into the night she felt the cool rain falling on her and smiled. Such nights could be soothing if she allowed it. Picking a direction she simply turned and started walking. Despite the dangers of Amador city she found she was rarely fearful of walking the streets at night. Her theory was that when her number was up she was going to die no matter where she was and that until then living in fear was pointless.

 

[poohlive]

Simon, 29.
Important Gang member



Simon walked with a calm sense of clarity that looked rare inside the building. People were running around like chickens with their heads cut off. The loyal ones were reaching for stashes of guns, and moving to block exits and entrances, while the smart ones were taking grab bags of cash or drugs, and getting the fuck out of dodge.

Simon saw it all behind his horn rimmed glasses, pulling them furhter on the ridge of his nose. He looked more like a Harvard graduate than anything else, the smooth and sleek building fit him almost perfectly, unlike most other people inside here.

He had short cut hair, black as midnight, and a sharp suit. Blue silken shirt, with a dark navy coat. It fit him perfectly, custom made. He had a tall lean look, not very muscular. In fact, to look at him, one would wonder if he is cut out for the things he does.

Simon held an Ak at his side, as he turned the final corner. Several men followed him, but one look from behind his glasses and they stopped. There was Damien, and his boss against the wall. Simon let the Ak cock once, but held it to the ground.

"Need any help," His voice calm, cool, eyes only on Damien, a hushed breath steady on his pursed lips. Fingers were calm and steady, ready to drop him at any moment.

 

[shadowoftheheart]

She returned his gaze with equal ferocity.

"Ah, Simon. You know my dear friend Damien, I trust. I think I could use a spot of help."

Just a spot. She drove her knee up sharply hoping that the attack and Simon's appearance would together place Damien at a disadvantage.

 

[Kensuke]

Damien flipped back from Alexandria's knee kick, and the guards fired at him. None of the bullets hit Damien, but one hit his sword. He swung the sword, and threw the bullet at Simon's glasses, knocking them off his face. He landed firmly on both feet, and looked around.

He was at a disadvantage. The window was behind him. Maybe things were getting too hot for him. He glared at Alexandria. "I'll be back for you." He said. He slammed his fist into the glass, shattering it, and threw himself out the window.

 

[poohlive]

Simon paused for a moment, the chaos of the situation wearing off. He knelt down, slow and calm, picking up his glasses. As he put them on, he glanced at the open window.

"Huh," He said unaffected, "I thought he'd be taller."

 

[shadowoftheheart]

Shuddering with anger, she ran to the window and fired off several random rounds from her large Magnum revolver.

"DAMMIT!" she screamed in frustration that she could finally vent with Damien gone.

She turned slowly to the guards around her.

"What happened? How did he get into my building? Why was no one guarding the rooftop?"

 

[poohlive]

Simon went over to his Mistress, handing her a copy of the guard's schedules.

"He came in through a top window near the roof. The guys on the roof were on break. No alarms were tripped, and Damien bypassed several guard routes. I think he was stalking the place for awhile, he's been wanting to come in here and meet you for a long time now, I'd imagine."

Simon had to brush some of the glass from his boot, but other than that, he looked flawless.

"I'm sorry I wasn't here," He bowed his head.

 

[caela]

Jessica paused in her walk, her head lifting and tilting to the side. SHe thought she'd heard gunshots in the distance. Not that that was a new sound in Amador city but she lived in one of the better neighborhoods where it was still a rareity. When she didn't hear anything else she decided she must had been hearing things, perhaps distant thunder the way the rain was getting harder.

Shrugging she continued on her way through the night. Now and then she thought she saw someone scurrying away through the corner of her eyes but she didn't bother with them. One of the tricks to staying alive in this town was not to bother the crooks. Especially if you were walking alone at night and unarmed.

Despite the crime rate she really didn't like guns and never carried one. She wasn't the sort that was anti-gun she just knew she'd never be able to use one herself and wasn't going to put a weapon in her house for a thief to use against her. Most of them were armed well enough without her help.

She wasn't sure how long she walked but it seemed like forever and eventually her mind simply went blank. No more thoughts about strange heros or crime or anything else. Just a smooth blankness where nothing existed but the next step she took. Eventually she stopped and looked around and growled softly to herself.

Damnit hadn't she lived in this town long enough not to get lost?!

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Kim looked at the file that just had been tossed on the table. "Finish this in the morning, there's reports of gunshots being fired over toward the Hauptmann place."

She rolled her eyes, and grabbed her all ready wet hat and jacket. "Why fuckin' bother?" she asked.

"It's our job."

"Shit, you know when I get there they'll deny anything, and not wish to report anything, and that ass Simon.. oh God!" she looked around and noticed a few more officers were going to tagging along in there own vehicles. She shrugged her shoulders, Simon new the routine, he'd not rat her out.

Once inside her patrol car she picked up her cell and called Simon. When he didn't answer she quickly typed in the series of numbers that would relay the upcoming visiting police force. She pocketed the velvet sack, and was almost thankful for the excuse to deliver her package early. Perhaps she'd get more dirt on the group, and be able to bring herself one step closer to destruction.