Blizz

Avengers Academy: X of Swords ⚔️

Remember me? Bean talked me into looking at this one since it's new and not as massive as the one I tried to join last time.

If you'll still have me, I'm down to join. Since Bean asked so nicely.

The Misfit Crew

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Haylen had managed to get roughly a hundred dollars into his hands before he was caught red handed. A kid, by the looks of it. She didn't seem like much to him, but his human eye flicked up to her like a scavenging animal confronted by a predator. This incident could very well have been an isolated one, since Haylen hadn't blown his cover in the slightest recently. Internally, Haylen was already thinking heavily about what to do, the machine in his mind running through his thoughts at a speed most ordinary humans could not achieve. He was on the far side away from the entrance, so if he had to, he could slip into-

All of that went out the proverbial window when the girl snapped her fingers to pull out a hundred dollar bill. Magic. There was no sleight involved, she quite literally pulled it out of thin air, and she offered it to him. It read like a trap, but there wasn't much to be taken from this cash register. If Haylen followed, on of two things would happen. Either nothing, or he'd be taken out. It was a risk, but he could handle her, probably. When she walked off, Haylen followed, flexing his grip around something in his jacket pocket tensely. It wasn't a machine he could control, but it would help if she tried to make some sort of move.

@Ever Faithful

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙾𝚏 𝙾𝚞𝚛𝚜

holy shit hes old

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙾𝚏 𝙾𝚞𝚛𝚜

Somehow missed this and I am always up for a detective rp. I will probably go with a IRS person turned cop.

@Theyra

Oh hey I remember you

The Eye of the Needle (where Fantasy and Sci-fi collide)

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"...No. That noise is unfamiliar to me. What in the name the Myriad is that?" Shirk said, immediately opting to run towards the source of the noise with a rather firm stomping of the ground with their staff. A flame was lit, and as the two of them paced down the road, there it was. A bug of some kind. Massive, hulking, angry, and ugly. Shirik watched it thrash about, trying to run down a Glen. Shirik flicked their staff across the air in front of them and Kareet to launch a small flame at it, partly to get the thing's attention, and partly to lead into another spell. In that motion, Shirk swung the staff over their head in a spin, which resulted in a trail of sparks that seemed to grow brighter by the second.

"I don't like bugs. If that thing doesn't stop screaming, I'm going to bring the whole sky down on it's head. You! Move!" Shirik called out through a strained voice to the Glen as a warning. The glowing sphere of sparks announced the presence of both them and Kareet like a campfire as Shirik held it over their head. Like an axe waiting to fell a tree, Shirik held the angry ball of sparks and flames at the end of their staff over their shoulder, in a position implying they intended to throw it somehow. They were keeping one eye trained on the raging creature, and another on the Glen they didn't want to incinerate with their spell.

"Kareet, be ready to run for cover when I say so."

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙾𝚏 𝙾𝚞𝚛𝚜

Would anybody like to have connections with a former murderer turned cop???

@False Prophet

Sounds intriguing... I like the sound of that

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

Upon further consideration, I'm gonna have to back out of this. I underestimated the scope of the rp, and think I'd be getting in over my head if I continue. This seems like a really cool universe, though. Wishing you guys well without me.

Pariah

did i

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙾𝚏 𝙾𝚞𝚛𝚜

Detective Shepard

_{T A Y L O R B L A C K
M A R I E S H E P A R D
◄ 32 ▎FEMALE ▎ 5'7" ►}

_{P R O F I L E}

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Marie is a stern and dead-set woman. She projects an atmosphere of utmost professionalism when on either of her jobs, and expects the same of others she works with. She is a new detective recruited by NSPD after her name appeared in the history of a recently deceased police officer, who she allegedly had history with. Marie doesn't disclose the details of this with anyone, but her skills are easily recognizable. As an independent private investigator, Marie has a reputation for being very capable, discreet, and resourceful. Marie keeps her personal life close to the chest, and no one can say for certain why she dodges the census, but she's clearly on board with the rest of NSPD, assuming the affiliation with officer Pilgrim counts for anything.

_{D A Y S - G O N E}

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The earliest turning point of Marie's life began with a gunshot. Ever since that day, she had officer Nathan Pilgrim to thank for helping her leave a terrible home behind. On her 18th birthday, she took whatever she could from home and left. Pilgrim helped her make sure she would be safe, and gave her his number in case she needed help. He was like a father to Marie, and when she considered detective work, he encouraged her fully. After spending a few years to build up a stable homelife, Marie eventually opened an office in New Seattle as a private investigator at the age of 23. Work was slow at first, but she steadily earned a reputation as a professional among law firms and some other private individuals. Everything was fine for roughly two years, until Marie vanished one day.

No one was entirely sure where she went. It was as if she simply stopped existing, not even Nathan Pilgrim could track her down, but she was an adult capable of looking after herself. She had a bad past, and maybe she just needed to make peace with that somehow now that she had stability. That was what Nathan thought, and he was somewhat correct. After she eventually returned at the age of 26, she did her best to avoid Old Man Pilgrim. She had done things that would have disappointed him, things that would ruin the life and career she had carved out for herself. But, she had peace. That was enough.

For the next six years, life was back to normal for her. She had cases to work, and even met a woman she turned out to be very happy with. Nathan had retired, but now lies dead at the hands of the Morse Code Killer. Marie attended his funeral, estranged as she was. It was during the end of his funeral where NSPD detectives approached her. They knew that Marie was an old friend of his, and that she had a professional career as an investigator. The case of this serial killer was personal to her, and that was enough of a reason for her to be recruited and handed a badge. The rest is history, and Marie wants it to stay that way.

_{2 0 4 5 - C E N S U S}

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Refused

_{M E M O R I E S}

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Officer Nathan Pilgrim - A retired police officer, and one of the Morse Code Killer's most recent victims. After his death, investigators turned up evidence of someone named Marie Shepard having history with him. Marie had already heard of his death, and was planning to investigate herself. NSPD brought her onboard as an "official" detective in light of this. Marie never told them, but she owed Nathan Pilgrim her life. That man was very, very important to her and where she came from.

Natalie Wilkins - Marie's significant other. She tends to stay out of criminal investigations, but works as an anonymous journalist in the city. Sometimes they trade notes.

Carl Black - She has never heard that name before.


_{O L D - S A M - B R O W N E}

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• Sig P320 and extra bullets
• A swiss army knife
• A small digital camera
• A notebook and multiple pens
• A list of contacts including lawyers, reporters, and otherwise resourceful individuals who Marie typically questions during a case. One such contact is simply labelled as "Wildcard."

The Misfit Crew

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Eureka City. A tourist trap of rides and greasy carnival food. It smelled like sweat and runny sunscreen where Haylen was, walking through the crowds and lines waiting to get on a ride or two. He had a baseball cap on and a pair of sunglasses over his face, and walked slowly, but steadily. Haylen's eyes flicked from one place to another, looking for the negative spaces; areas that weren't crowded or even being paid attention to, or anywhere that he could slip away behind a door were important right now. This carnival being this packed meant that people would easily miss Haylen in the crowd, but it also meant that the place was full of people who would miss a few dollars in the chaos. But Haylen wasn't about to start snatching wallets, no. He was looking for a place with a cash register behind a wall, somewhere quiet that wasn't getting as much foot traffic.

As he paced through the carnival, he eventually at one of the stands on the far side from the entrance. A popcorn stand with a sign that said "On break." Perfect. Ensuring that no one was around to notice, Haylen slipped behind the counter and stared into the inner working of the cash register.

It was child's play to coerce the simple machine into opening up, and he discreetly started pulling money out.