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Masked Vigilante RP

Lucian said
Right after I posted this, some condensation from a soft-drink that I had neglected for a few hours spilled over onto my keyboard, and I had to replace it. I will actually get my first post up soon, I promise.

...well..

that's unlucky

Masked Vigilante RP

*sits in the corner plotting some act of criminal horror*

To Lund ap Lunds [ Early Middle Ages NRP ]

So Boerd: Do you want to start the game with our food contract already in place? I.e. The 20,000 bullis will already be on board a ship heading to you, and likewise for the food? That way for the first round you'd have 20k more to spend, and my people wouldn't be starving?

Masked Vigilante RP

Roger Bowden cracked his knuckles, one by one, as he leaned back in his leather chair occupying his office at CCPD Headquarters. The office - reserved for the Chief of Police - overlooked the heart of Champion City. Roger could see the myriad of skyscrapers cutting jagged edges in the sky. A bit further, and the start of the city's biggest residential area began. The majority of the houses there all looked more or less the same, save perhaps for the color, and the amenities were often.. Lacking. Roger grew up there, but had since moved into a luxury apartment two blocks away from the office. With his new income pouring in, he saw no real reason to live in subpar conditions. No, that wasn't fitting of the most influential man in the Champion City underground.

His duty as Police Chief was a side job - a front. It kept up appearances, nothing more. Roger may have started as a law enforcer, but he had become so much more. After putting in a few hours of paperwork at Headquarters, he was able to head home. It was a good thing, too - night was beginning to fall. His time was coming. Thirty minutes later, and the Spectre could be seen strolling through the side-streets of Champion City at sundown. Dressed in black formalwear, finished with a leather jacket, his tie the color of blood standing out, the transformation from Chief of Police to Crime Boss was complete. Roger's face was hidden by a mask; all good criminals were doing it, as were the vigilantes. Because his enemies would just love to find out that the Spectre was a cop. It could ruin him. No, the mask stayed on. Roger's was that of a black skull - it had come to symbolize The Fallen as a whole. At his hip. A large black revolver sat menacingly in its holster. People saw him, and made themselves scarce. The Spectre was known, and the Spectre was certainly feared; and that was just how Roger liked it.

***

"'Falcon', is it? Is that what you call yourself?" The Spectre raised an eyebrow, though hidden by his mask. In front of him, a frail-looking teenager hung by chains. A dark bruise covered half his face, and his arm was bleeding from multiple spots. It seemed as if The Fallen had had their fun with the captive before Spectre even arrived.
"Y-yes.." The kid muttered, not daring to look Roger in his masked face.
"Well, what the hell kind of name is that? What, were the good ones taken? You had to resort to picking bird names out of a hat?" Roger chuckled. "What was the runner-up, 'flamingo'? Ah, hell, that isn't why we're here. My men had you cornered. You were dead, Falcon, but you said that you had something to tell us, isn't that right? Something that might save your pathetic excuse for a life?" Falcon nodded as vigorously as he could, before wincing from the subsequent pain.
"Well," Spectre replied. "Are you going to share, or should I have your friend from earlier make an encore performance?" He gestured toward Falcon's arm and face. The teenager's eyes widened, and he began to shake.
"No! I.. I'll tell you," he said. "I'll tell you all I know. The.. The word on the street is.. I mean, I heard from my buddy, Rover, that he saw- no.. He heard that..th-that-"
"Spit it out, goddamn it!" Spectre exploded, beating him across the face with his entire arm. Falcon cried out in pain, and began to sob between words.
"Okay! Okay.. It's us vigilantes.. The word is, someone is trying to bring us all together - to.. To make a team of some kind.."
Spectre considered this for a moment. This was big news. Potentially dangerous, as well. Roger never had to worry about the cops interfering, but vigilantes? They were beginning to be a real nuisance. He continued the interrogation: "Do you know who is organizing this?"
"N-no sir.." Spectre made ready to hit him again. "I don't know! I'm sorry!"
"What about where they're meeting?"
"I don't know.. I don't.."
"What about which vigilantes are signing on?"
"Please.. I don't know anything.. Please just let me go.." Falcon was breathing heavily, and it looked as if all his spirit had been drained from him. Roger wondered how old he was. Seventeen? Maybe eighteen.. Perhaps older, but he doubted it.
"Okay, Falcon, I believe you," Spectre confessed, loosening up a bit. Falcon let loose a huge sigh.
"So you'll let me go?" He asked, eyes still full of fear.
"Yeah.. I'll let you go." Spectre went around behind Falcon, to where his chains were locked in place. Though he could no longer see the kid's face, he could tell that Falcon was counting his lucky stars. That was when Roger shot him twice in the head with his revolver. Two loud bangs echoed through the small, soundproof room. Bending down, he put the key into the lock for the chains, freeing his arms first, and then his legs. Falcon's body slumped to the ground in front of him.
"You're free to go, Falcon."

Masked Vigilante RP

Sorry about the wait, Wilson! I didn't have time to sit down and do the bio. Like I said in the PM, let me know if this is okay, or if I need to change anything.

Roger Bowden

Real Name: Roger Bowden

Alias: Spectre (Leader of The Fallen criminal organization)

Age: 47

Gender: Male

Place of Birth: Champion City

Occupation: Champion City Police Chief

Physical Appearance: Roger stands at an even six feet, and weighs 175 pounds. His eyes are coal-black, and his hair, though cropped short, thick and dark brown. He has started to go grey, only partially on his head, but more so with his beard, always cut under an inch but still quite visible. He used to be quite strong in his youth, and although echoes of that strength still remain with him, Roger is not as fit as he used to be. However, he has maintained a fairly muscular build which, coupled with his height and demeanor, mark him as quite the imposing figure.

Costume: Black three-piece suit with a black leather jacket instead of a suit coat, dress shoes, blood-red tie, black mask in the shape of a skull (which is worn by all members of The Fallen gang)

Skills:
Advanced knowledge of firearms, especially handguns
Extensive experience with the city, resulting in a heightened knowledge of Champion City and her people
Penchant for and ability to lead others, which has earned him both his position as Police Chief, and his title as leader of The Fallen

Equipment/Resources:
Personal Equipment
Voice alteration technology built into his mask
Lightweight bullet-proof vest beneath his suit; enough to stop small-calibre bullets, though the impact is still going to hurt like hell
Smith & Wesson Model 27 handgun; black, 6 shot revolver, 6" barrel
Smith & Wesson Executive series pocket knife
The Fallen Resources
CCPD: Though there are still many among Champion City's finest who have not gone crooked, Chief Bowden has established an extensive network of officers and personnel willing to aid The Fallen, for a price. For many, their orders are simply to ignore The Fallen's criminal activities, and to aggressively pursue other criminal competitors
The Fallen: The gang itself has accrued from its operations a plethora of wealth and resources, which are at the Spectre's disposal. Currently, The Fallen is comprised of eighty-five members, has a small fleet of vehicles, and controls four safehouses, two fronts (a bar on the North side of town, and a auto repair shop near the Center), and the Warehouse, which is heavily guarded and serves as their Base of Operations

Weaknesses:
Age: Roger is forty-seven and, although fit for his age, simply will not last long in a hand-to-hand fight, or in any task that requires the endurance of a twenty-something man.
Reputation: Chief Bowden's name, face and position are common knowledge around Champion City. Were it ever discovered that the man whose job it was to keep the city safe also ran one of the most influential gangs in the region, Roger would lose everything.

Base of Operation: Police-requisitioned Warehouse in the industrial part of town, six blocks away from CCPD Headquarters

Biography: Roger Bowden wasn't always crooked. But then again, most aren't. But to truly understand one of the most influential men in Champion City, one must know his beginnings.

Bowden was born and raised in inner C-City, and attended public school. His parents were by no means wealthy, and struggled to keep he and his younger sister fed. Roger was brilliant, yet in school he appeared merely average. His grades would be dragged down by stacks of blank homework assignments, only to be salvaged at the last moment by a perfect test score. Indeed, Roger could have moved mountains, had he even the slightest ambition to begin pushing.

This all changed when, at the age of twenty-three, his teenage sister was murdered by a small-time gang operating around city center by the name of the 5th Street Kings. She wasn't dealing with them, and she didn't owe them money; she was simply in the wrong place, at the wrong time. So the Kings took her out. That was when Roger joined the Champion City Police Department. For over fifteen years, he worked his way up the ladder - first it was Officer Bowden, then Detective, then Sergeant. He shot through the ranks, as his intellect and cunning finally found the drive they needed. He was going to rid the city of the filth that killed his sister. And, finally at the age of forty, Roger made it to a point where he believed he could make a difference.

He was sorely mistaken. Confined to a desk at CCPD Headquarters, he soon realized just how little influence the police had. Then, the gangs began to emerge. Initially, he tried to fight them. Then, he came up with a better plan. Roger began to establish a network - trusted co-workers, local players, and other lowlifes he had previously encountered during his career as a cop. Once his crew was established, he made sure that a personal wrong was righted. The Kings received a necklace on their doorstep - belonging to Roger's sister. The next day, Roger returned to pick up the necklace. He opened the door to find the heads of each and every member of the 5th Street Kings lined neatly on the table of their hideout. Each one had been mutilated across the forehead, each with a word, to spell out "This Is What Happens To Those Who Cross The Fallen". His crew had done their job. He reasoned that if he couldn't stop the criminals entirely, he could at least make sure the right person was in charge of the underground. The right person being himself, of course. He started The Fallen with strict rules put in place. They would never deal in human trafficking. They would never extort the lower class for money. And they would never deal drugs on school grounds, or to children. Originally, Roger also wanted to ensure that no civilian would ever be harmed like his sister had. However over the years, with a witness here or a 'freelance journalist' there, he soon realized this was impossible. Greed, and power began to overtake him, as The Fallen became less about bringing order to crime, and more about reaping the benefits. And Bowden has prospered, to say the least.

To Lund ap Lunds [ Early Middle Ages NRP | IntChk and Sign-Ups ]

Cale Tucker said
Kingdom of Pelataria Literally is cornered, two territories very ripe for plucking, but I'm not the type for harsh conquering.

I'm not as cornered as you may think, mate ;)

Besides, I specifically requested that location - plus those two territories, if I'm not mistaken, belong to House Hastings. And for whatever reason he has decided to have an excessive number of troops for his size, so it wouldn't be that easy.

To Lund ap Lunds [ Early Middle Ages NRP | IntChk and Sign-Ups ]

Woo! Ah, wow, tons more fiefs this time around.

Edit: hmm.. Not to be a hassle, but.. It seems as if one of my fiefs are missing. I see twelve, yet Cole has five, Aldran has six, and.. That other guy (i'll get his name down eventually, I promise) has two, which should bring the total to thirteen.

To Lund ap Lunds [ Early Middle Ages NRP | IntChk and Sign-Ups ]

I don't know about them, but I bought not nearly enough weapons - thinking that the cost was subtracted at start. I'll be editing that now..

To Lund ap Lunds [ Early Middle Ages NRP | IntChk and Sign-Ups ]

Cale Tucker said
Now, in the beginning it has been said, you have no reason to have a starting army.

If the original IC is any indication, a starting army may be wise. If Lundland ends up getting invaded en masse like it did last time, I don't want to have to worry about calling up the troops - I'd rather them already battle-ready.

To Lund ap Lunds [ Early Middle Ages NRP | IntChk and Sign-Ups ]

So Boerd said
Also, Fortune, 1:1? 20K for 20k?

This sounds most agreeable to me.

I was just taking a look at your sheet (I enjoyed your small summaries for the main house-members, by the way - I might steal that idea for my own sheet, if you don't mind) and was wondering if you calculated in feeding your own citizens to your crop total? Because with feeding all the peasants, I got a total of 108,000 surplus for Jorvik. Still a huge number, however!

EDIT: Actually, Cale, you seem to be in the deficit too, regarding crops. According to my numbers, you're behind 29,800 crops annually, and that's not including soldiers. Although I was using the numbers on the nation sheet which flooby linked in the first post - if there's an updated one out there, this problem may have been solved already