[h1][center][color=RoyalBlue][u]MARVEL: KNIGHTS OF NEW YORK[/u][/color][/center][/h1] [h3][color=RoyalBlue][b][center]FLINT[/center][/b][/color][/h3] [center][img]https://encrypted-tbn2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQ7aPJgxpye7mmddPn7-DOFom_DHYocmjG8n_34I7XmPC36LtXAbxaIUbomgA[/img][/center] [hr] [h3][center][u][color=RoyalBlue]CHARACTER BIO:[/color][/u][/center][/h3] [color=RoyalBlue][b]Real Name:[/b][/color] (former Detective Lieuetenant) Flint [color=RoyalBlue][b]Age:[/b][/color] Late 50s. Too old to do anything else, too poor to retire. [color=RoyalBlue][b]Gender:[/b][/color] Male [color=RoyalBlue][b]Powers, Abilities, and Gear:[/b][/color] Baseline human. Police trained in combat and firearms years ago. Fortunately, this city doesn't let those skills wane. His service weapon - A Smith and Wesson Class 39 from when he came out of the academy. ...as well as a Smith and Wesson model 5906 which may have disappeared from NYPD inventory over the years when the younger rookies were coming through. These things happen. [color=RoyalBlue][b]Origin:[/b][/color] Flint was a career cop. Scrapped early on in the Anti-Crime Unit, before being transferred early to Gang Division in the Bronx where he quickly learned the merits of legwork as he was generally kept behind the scenes. He rose up the ranks as his division grew in reputation and was succesful in his application for detective in Central Robbery, first in the Bronx and then Manhattan. His name found wider notoriety when he was the lead officer who closed a number of prominent cases in Hells Kitchen, as the suspects were apprehended unconscious whilst in the middle of another crime. What he first thought was luck, he'd soon discover in the following weeks was the work of a new vigilante who named himself Daredevil. Riding the fame and reputation again he transferred to Major Case Squad at One Polica Plaza where he would be known as a "lifer". His career arc slowed in Major Case Squad, but he learned more about te realities of crime and the police system. He rose to Detective Sargent, but became increasingly jaded (and some suspected dirty) as he fast began to turn into an old burnout, taking shortcuts and beginning to rely on playing in-house politics. This came to a peak when he met Carson Knowles; the victim of a routine B + E and softballed the investigation, since Knowles had overinsured the stolen property. Carson Knowles also happened to be running for New York City Mayordom, on a platform of law and order and planned on drastically changing the upper hierarchy of the NYPD. Unfortunately... Knowles also happened to be moonlighting as the villain Black Spectre and was attempting to undermine the current administration's record on crime and was also blackmailing several other high officials. As Knowles campaign beganto unravel, Flint quickly saw the changing tides and leaked evidence and his known whereabouts to the vigilante Moon Knight. The Black Spectre was apprehended and Flint's part in his arrest became public knowledge. The Mayor was re-elected and Flint was a hero. But a hero who was not trusted by the current administratiion... Flint was granted the promotion he was due to Lieutenant - the public would allow no less - but was transferred away to helm his own unit where he could be held fully accountable and cause no greater political trouble. A new "sweeper" unit that would come to be known as "The Freak Beat" by other officers. He supervised night shift and held rank over two other "Sargents" the Chief of Police was looking to hide, which would be sufficient personnel to uphold his rank and he'd be the butt of jokes, a symbol of ineptitude for all. The cop who babysits the capes. Keeper of the weird and wild. And a funny thing happened... Whilst he'd fast been plummeting towards total burnout he found that this was something that kept life interesting. Sure, a lot of the job sucked, and it felt like your hands were tied in dealing with things most people would find incomprehensible... but it was undeniable, running point on a stock standard home invasion couldn't hold your attention once you've tried to follow through on a search warrant to 177A Bleecker Street. The gruff detective who spent far too long debriefing and getting reports from self-proclaimed heroes was actually becoming interested in the work again. He'd never admit it to anyone around - neither cape nor cop - but seeing resolution to mysteries tiers beyond the common man's ken held a great appeal... even if he most often wasn't the one closing the cases or doing all of the legwork. It was an insane response to a man who had dealt with more craziness than most. The ticking timebomb unit that he had been made to helm, he actually enjoyed it. The bomb's fuse ran out on April 11th, 2014, with a hostage situation on the 88th floor of One World Trade Center. No bigger stage, no greater scrutiny. Flint crossed a line. The unstable vigilante "hero" Moon Knight had allegedly attempted to resolve the situation in an overly bloodthirsty way, further traumatizing several hostages. It also came to light that Flint had knowledge of the fragile nature of Moon Knight's mental state and both enabled his own intervention in the situation as well as obstructed his arrest. Flint was the obvious sacrificial lamb, as was inevitably going to be the case in his role at some stage. The remaining sargents were subjected to greater scrutiny with the full support of the public and both were made redundant and allowed to leave with their pensions. Flint however, would not be allowed to leave with the same financial security. Flint took a deal to leave without further charges and only a third of his pension in tact. With no marketable skills and a paltry amount to subsist on Flint was left with only two viable options. Private security or private investigation. He took what little nest egg he had saved up and applied for his PI's license and the rent on an office in a dank building that should probably be condemned and began to run his own operation, an operation with an appetite for, and experience in dealing with, the weirder mysteries. These are his stories. [hr] [h3][center][u][color=RoyalBlue]STORY INFO:[/color][/u][/center][/h3] [color=RoyalBlue][b]High Concept:[/b][/color] I'm bringing street-level gumshoe stories with a shades-of-grey character who has a unique view of the capes and cowls who'll be finding himself in the weirder corners of the Marvel street scene. [color=RoyalBlue][b]Motivation and Conflict:[/b][/color] I think the Origin makes this pretty clear. He needs money. He has very few options and out of the options he does have he might as well jump into a caseload he finds interesting. [color=RoyalBlue][b]Notes:[/b][/color] Supporting cast (or characters he's familiar with): Moon Knight (unstable vigilante - the reason Flint has to bust his hump for a PI's pittance) Daredevil (brighter light of justice - too effective for Flint to have many dealings with) Carson Knowles/Black Spectre (incarcerated - not one to drop a grudge or election campaign) This will grow significantly with time. [hr] [center][h3][u][color=RoyalBlue]PLAYER INFO:[/color][/u][/h3][/center] [b][color=RoyalBlue]Player Name:[/color][/b] Hound55 [b][color=RoyalBlue]Preferred Contact Method:[/color][/b] PM [b][color=RoyalBlue]Why [i]This[/i] Character?:[/color][/b] Combines a lot of things I like. Street level characters interacting with things faaaar beyond their purview. [b][color=RoyalBlue]What Can You Bring to the RPG?:[/color][/b] An unreliable player who dicks around, but isn't jumping in with two feet on a character you particularly care about.