[b]Name:[/b] Bobo T. Chimpanzee [b]Alias:[/b] Detective Chimp [b]Origin:[/b] TL;DR, "Homeboy is a talking chimp." Originally a chimp from equatorial Africa, Detective Chimp was taken from his home by circus owner Fredrick Thorpe, who named him Bobo. Thrope taught Bobo sign language and a routine of rudimentary answers to pre-determined questions. Labeled "Bob the Detective Chimp," the act was a hit across the country. During a road trip through Florida, the circus convoy was involved in a freeway pileup that overturned cars and set animals free. Bobo was among those that fled into the woods in the confusion. After weeks in the wilderness, the chimp discovered a strange pool near the everglades. This pool was revealed to be the long sought after Fountain of Youth. Bobo drank from it and discovered its side effects immediately. His intelligence skyrocketed to genius human levels. With his new intellect, he found his way back to civilization and Thrope's circus. It was soon discovered that Bobo could, in fact, speak and no longer needed sign language. Bobo's new abilities led to a boom in the act with people everywhere flocking to see the genius chimp. In San Francisco, Bobo found his calling. During a routine show, Bobo was able to deduce that an audience member had murdered his wife. The sensation of the story led to more headlines for Bobo and his eventual falling out with Thorpe. He left the circus and, after drifting through the country, became the world's first chimp private eye. [b]Attributes:[/b] DC has the physical characteristics of a normal chimpanzee. Intelligence wise, he is one of the world's greatest detectives with a genius-level intellect and mastery of over a dozen languages. [b]Stomping Grounds:[/b] [i]Opal City[/i] A mid-sized metropolis in Pennsylvania, Opal City is a very blue collar town that Detective Chimp uses as his base of operations. As part of the Rust Belt, Opal is dealing with a lack of industrial jobs as more and more manufacturing goes abroad. High unemployment and suburban flight has led to urban decay throughout the city. On top of that, an apathetic police force has given way to more corruption and disconnect from the people they have sworn to protect. [b]People of Note:[/b] [b]Effie Peters[/b] - Detective Chimp's secretary/Girl Friday Effie assists Bobo through his cases during the day while she attends law school at night [b]Jake Lonnegan[/b] - A short-con grifter operating in Opal City Jake is a long-time pro in the Opal City area and acts as an informant and occasional helper for Bobo when the job calls for it. [b]Sgt. Florence Marlowe[/b] - Squad Seargant, Opal City PD Sgt. Marlowe is a squad supervisor in OCPD's Major Crimes Squad and works/competes with Bobo on cases. [b]Character Goals:[/b] I just want to do hoodrat stuff with my friends. I'd also like to be a talking chimp detective. [b]Sample Post:[/b] [b]Opal City, PA 5:21 AM[/b] A grouping of three police cars made a semi-circle around the dead-end alley. Their lights flashed, bouncing off the brick walls of the alley and creating a strobing aura of red and blue lights in the predawn morning. Two cops drank lukewarm coffee out of paper cups while a third stood nearby a tarp covered body. A pink sedan pulled up beside the cop cars and came to a stop, the brakes squealing. A young, dark-haired woman in a pants suit got out of the driver side. The two cops behind the crime scene tape perked up... until they saw the car's passenger get out. "They sent you, huh?" one of the cops said with an arched eyebrow. Walking towards the two police officers was a chimp dressed in a t-shirt and jeans, wearing a plaid coat and a deerstalker cap. A cigarette dangled from his lips. The chimp smiled at the cops and exhaled smoke into the air. "Yes," said Bobo, the world's first and only chimp detective. "I guess your bosses don't trust your homicide boys. "Who's the girl?" one of the cops asked, nodding towards the girl. "This is my friend and associate, Ms. Peters." "Friend? Since when do you have friends?" the other cop asked. "Oh, my god... is this your idea of a date?" "What? No," stammered Effie Peters. "You think we're....no...I mean," she quickly looked down at Bobo and turned a shade of red. "Not that there's anything wrong with that." Bobo shook his head and walked past the two cops. He flicked his cigarette across the alley before crossing into the crime scene. He easily walking under the yellow crime scene tape without needing to duck and reached into his jacket for a pair of white latex gloves. They snapped on with a pop and Bobo approached the body. The third cop gave him a nod and backed up while the chimp went to work. Effie stood by, notebook in hand, while Bobo pulled back the tarp to reveal the dead body. The victim in question was a man, late middle-age and clothed in a white shirt and gray trousers. Bobo leaned forward and took the corpse's face into his hands. He leaned forward and looked closely at the body's red cheeks and nose. He took a small mental snapshot of the bruises around the neck, deep purple verging on black and all the way around the neck, before moving down to the shirt. Pinned to the shirt was a white piece of paper with a single number typed on to it. [b]4[/b] Bobo took note of the gut and looked at the belt and pants. The pants appeared to be in good shape, a spot of fresh mud on the right kneecap. He dabbed a finger in the mud and rubbed it between his latex-covered fingers. Rolling up the pants leg, he examined the veins of victim's legs before going up to the hands and the man's scarred knuckles. Bobo stood and looked at Effie as the two cops strolled over to see what was going on. "Are you ready to take notes, Effie?" "Go for it." "The victim is approximately fifty-five years old, the cut of his clothing indicates he's wearing a uniform from work. He has varicose veins, which means he did a lot of standing. He's more than likely currently employed as a security guard, but he's only been doing it a few years. No security guard has scarred knuckles like that. His age, coupled with the bloated and red face implies he's a heavy drinker. Only one job I can think of where one can be a functioning alcoholic and still be paid." "Detective Chimp?" Effie asked with a smirk. "Police. Our man was a former cop. The cause of death is strangulation. Someone at least 6'4 had to get behind with him with a cord to make those exact marks. The mud on his pants isn't consistent with what you find around here. The mud looks more like the mud you find out by the Three Rivers area. He probably worked for a business in that area." "What about the note?" one of the cops asked. "...Seriously? I have to explain that to you? My God, Jones....I would think OCPD would make sure all their officers had a functioning brain." "On with it," one of them said curtly. "Well...let me say this much...the sooner you find out who and this man worked with as a cop, the sooner you can find the next victims." "The next victims?" "Yes, the note is a warning. The countdown has started. Three more murders will follow if we don't hurry up. This is the first sign, the sign of the four."