Well not really take over more like have something happen to her to have Roman rescue...but I like the collab idea better
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Alright status update: I have started a new job and am currently in the process of getting used to said job. To all the games I'm currently in I will starting work on responses this weekend
11 yrs ago
Due to a misplacement of my laptop I will unlikely be able to post until Friday or there abouts. My apologies for those waiting on me.
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The Tale of the Broken Man
"The smell is what I remember the most. It was as if carcass of the city was rotting around me, the smell of blood and shit envloped me fully as I walked the remaining block to her home. She was a saint, the last good soul in a city full of sinners. Looking back at it now...it was only right that the city stole the last light of hope.
6:51 PM
Offices of "The Roman Dectective Agency"
Offices of "The Roman Dectective Agency"
The dying light of the setting sun irritated the digital receptors in his eyes as he stoically gazed over the main throughfare in District 16. The Roman glared at those that scurried their daily lives as he propped himself against the window his psudeo muscular structure glistened in the heat of the furnace that he called an office. Taking a moment to look at his reflection caused him to visibly flinch at the monster that he had become. The cold and dark metal plugs where electronic equipment was supposed to be plugged in always did that to him and as he followed them along his collar bone he eventually came to his fully cybernetic arm on either side.
It wasn't until he lost the arms God gave him that he fully understood what it meant to 'touch' something. The condensation running down the three liter bottle whiskey in his left hand, the rough grainy wood that his right hand was perched on, all of these things were lost on him now. Taking another three chug swig of his whiskey before setting it down on his desk, which was covered in paper work, Alex walked over to his Victorian-esque couch and began dressing himself for an evening of torture that he had been dreading for a week now.
About a month ago, in an attempt to get more connections and money, began dating one of his clients from a previous case. A rather stunnening blonde in her late thirties had taken quite a strong liking to him, the fact that he had caught a pusher that had been trying to black mail her probably helped with that, and invited him to a social gathering in District 4. To be honest he wasn't relishing the fact of Zone Jumping let alone rubbing elbows with high society. In a nutshell, that was how he gained all of these 'nifty' new features. If there wasn't the possiblity of expanding his clientele he would have told the broad to kick rocks.
A buzzer came from his desk and a voice quickly followed it,
"Roman...ya suga momma's here.
"That's not how that works Raynelle. Besides I'm older than her."
"Whateva...she's here."
7:24
District 4-Outside a lecture hall; Moments before a lecture
District 4-Outside a lecture hall; Moments before a lecture
This 'reception', if it could be called such, was the exact reason that why he didn't want to come here. The broad, he had forgotten her name already, had ditched about ten minutes into the affair to go covort with her hoite-toite friends leaving him alone with a room full of egg heads and high nosers looking to make it to District 0 one way or another. To top it all off the clientele pickings were slim, and that was a charitable wording. Taking a moment to steal away from the 'enlightening' conversation and take a smoke break outside.
After lighting and taking a drag of the strong menthol death stick Alex took a moment to read what was actually supposed to be happening here. A lecture on something called robopsychology from a prodigy student, Saunders he believed it was. He was appreciative of those far more intellegent than him, he was better off letting them do what they do best and let him do what he does best.
Well I'm trying to think about a case that he could work or if he would just continue working on his "Scorpion" case
I'm debating ending up at the Spit but that seems to be everyone's thought....hmm back to the drawing board
Will post tonight...the only question is how lol
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Actually I was quoting Boondock Saints 2, plus I named the guy romanov..I.it kinda made since at the time.
Actually I was quoting Boondock Saints 2, plus I named the guy romanov..I.it kinda made since at the time.
Name: Alexander Romanov Krei
Nickname: The Roman
Gender: Male
Age: 42
Occupation: Privite Eye (located in Zone Beta but takes cases from Alpha as well)
District: Current office is located in the center of downtown 16
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 220 lbs.
Apperance:
Personality: Alex a great deal of his early adult life as an officer of the law and as such has seen a great deal during what seems like the long strech of his short life. The life as a cop has hardened him to the point where he lives and breathes for the few cases he deems interesting enough to take on and because of this outlook comes across as callous and cold hearted to everyday problems. Alex seems to have an extreme hatred towards gang related violence and an even greater hatred for crimes against women. On the subject of women, Alex himself is a terrible womanizer which most likely stems from his alcholism. Because of an incident many years prior Alex is left with a good portion of his body as prostetics and as such suffers with the known side-effects.
Backstory:
Alex "The Roman" Krei came from rather humble beginnings in a world that has become increasingly dismal. Born to a single mother in one of the worse parts of District 16 Krei was born as the personification of the "white knight" personality standing up to bullies and standing up to organized crime (when his life wasn't on the line of course). At the age of eighteen Alex took on the noble job of a New Ancoran Police Officer ready and willing to eliminate all crime within the Beta Zone.
By his mid-twenties still held firm to his attitude and his personal creedo, and it seemed like it could possibly come true within his life time as crime rates within his District were significantly decreasing. With the increase in pay Alex was able to move his mother out of his childhood home and into a nicer apartment in District 12. Fate it seems, had a crueler plan in mind for Alex. While he was working a high end drug trafficing case where pushers were starting to move more and more Lucid Alex made the bust that would end up starting a massive downward spiral of his life. After he brought down a pusher that could only be identified as "Grey" the higher-end bosses finally began taking notice of the upstart cop pushing in on their territory.
It started subtlely at first; punctured tires, muggings on the transit home, threating calls and the like. Alex gave these things little attention as he continued his personal war against these drug lords and those under them. By the time he turned thirty-three the final hammer fell for Alex. One night while he was off duty Alex went to see his mother for one of their weekly dinners when he noticed that everything was wrong. The lights were off, the door was kicked open, the smell of burnt food was wofting from the door. Drawing his gun Alex could feel the knot tightening in his chest as he searched the house for any sign of what might have happened in his mothers home. As he rounded the corner of his mother's bedroom what he came face to face with was nothing more than the single worst thing in his life.
There lay his mother; broken, beaten, shot, stabbed and a thousand other things that he didn't even want to think about at that moment in life. After saying a prayer and calling the coroner to come remove the body Alex quit the Force in lieu of getting his own personal revenge knowing full well that he would be treated like a criminal himself. It took years of hunting under the name of "The Roman" crawling through every crack house, and bringing down every pusher that he could find until one of them finally four words.
"Alpha. They're in Alpha."
Taking a moment to weigh his options Roman called in a few of his contacts at the Department The Roman was able to secure one pass to Zone Alpha for one day only, a pass that he would never get to use. As he prepared to bring war into the Alpha Zone he was met with several men in suits ambushed him and began beating him mercilessly. It was then that the big boss showed himself only calling himself "The Scorpion". The beating lasted hours leaving Alex little more than a bloody pulp; rib cage practically dust, arms shattered, both eyes ruptured to the point that he would never be able to use them again and still Alex stood up and continued walking. For an hour and a half he walked the streets of 17 unable to call out for help until he finally passed out near a main road.
When he woke up again, he was in a hospital in the Alpha Zone and he could see again. Both of his arms were replaced, his ribcage was solid metal, and his eyes had been replaced with cybernetic counterparts. Despite all things he was alive and able to live another day, when he asked the nurses about how he got there all they would say is that a man came by while he was unconcious and left him a card. The card read:
Know your place...next time I won't be generous."
Beneath the message was an ornate image of a scorpion. Now feeling the full weight of the message Alex returned a beaten and broken man to 16 where he made a name for himself as a privite eye where he continues to lick his wounds from his beating. And every day since has been a living hell.
Nickname: The Roman
Gender: Male
Age: 42
Occupation: Privite Eye (located in Zone Beta but takes cases from Alpha as well)
District: Current office is located in the center of downtown 16
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 220 lbs.
Apperance:
Personality: Alex a great deal of his early adult life as an officer of the law and as such has seen a great deal during what seems like the long strech of his short life. The life as a cop has hardened him to the point where he lives and breathes for the few cases he deems interesting enough to take on and because of this outlook comes across as callous and cold hearted to everyday problems. Alex seems to have an extreme hatred towards gang related violence and an even greater hatred for crimes against women. On the subject of women, Alex himself is a terrible womanizer which most likely stems from his alcholism. Because of an incident many years prior Alex is left with a good portion of his body as prostetics and as such suffers with the known side-effects.
Backstory:
Alex "The Roman" Krei came from rather humble beginnings in a world that has become increasingly dismal. Born to a single mother in one of the worse parts of District 16 Krei was born as the personification of the "white knight" personality standing up to bullies and standing up to organized crime (when his life wasn't on the line of course). At the age of eighteen Alex took on the noble job of a New Ancoran Police Officer ready and willing to eliminate all crime within the Beta Zone.
By his mid-twenties still held firm to his attitude and his personal creedo, and it seemed like it could possibly come true within his life time as crime rates within his District were significantly decreasing. With the increase in pay Alex was able to move his mother out of his childhood home and into a nicer apartment in District 12. Fate it seems, had a crueler plan in mind for Alex. While he was working a high end drug trafficing case where pushers were starting to move more and more Lucid Alex made the bust that would end up starting a massive downward spiral of his life. After he brought down a pusher that could only be identified as "Grey" the higher-end bosses finally began taking notice of the upstart cop pushing in on their territory.
It started subtlely at first; punctured tires, muggings on the transit home, threating calls and the like. Alex gave these things little attention as he continued his personal war against these drug lords and those under them. By the time he turned thirty-three the final hammer fell for Alex. One night while he was off duty Alex went to see his mother for one of their weekly dinners when he noticed that everything was wrong. The lights were off, the door was kicked open, the smell of burnt food was wofting from the door. Drawing his gun Alex could feel the knot tightening in his chest as he searched the house for any sign of what might have happened in his mothers home. As he rounded the corner of his mother's bedroom what he came face to face with was nothing more than the single worst thing in his life.
There lay his mother; broken, beaten, shot, stabbed and a thousand other things that he didn't even want to think about at that moment in life. After saying a prayer and calling the coroner to come remove the body Alex quit the Force in lieu of getting his own personal revenge knowing full well that he would be treated like a criminal himself. It took years of hunting under the name of "The Roman" crawling through every crack house, and bringing down every pusher that he could find until one of them finally four words.
"Alpha. They're in Alpha."
Taking a moment to weigh his options Roman called in a few of his contacts at the Department The Roman was able to secure one pass to Zone Alpha for one day only, a pass that he would never get to use. As he prepared to bring war into the Alpha Zone he was met with several men in suits ambushed him and began beating him mercilessly. It was then that the big boss showed himself only calling himself "The Scorpion". The beating lasted hours leaving Alex little more than a bloody pulp; rib cage practically dust, arms shattered, both eyes ruptured to the point that he would never be able to use them again and still Alex stood up and continued walking. For an hour and a half he walked the streets of 17 unable to call out for help until he finally passed out near a main road.
When he woke up again, he was in a hospital in the Alpha Zone and he could see again. Both of his arms were replaced, his ribcage was solid metal, and his eyes had been replaced with cybernetic counterparts. Despite all things he was alive and able to live another day, when he asked the nurses about how he got there all they would say is that a man came by while he was unconcious and left him a card. The card read:
Know your place...next time I won't be generous."
Beneath the message was an ornate image of a scorpion. Now feeling the full weight of the message Alex returned a beaten and broken man to 16 where he made a name for himself as a privite eye where he continues to lick his wounds from his beating. And every day since has been a living hell.
Alright I'm finished with my CS but it's really late here and I'm tired. Will post tomorrow
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