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Fashionably Late: A Crime Thriller Roleplay

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▅BIOGRAPHY▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ James Andrew Gordon was born to loving, if absent parents. His father, an artificial breeding technician based out of Calaveras, just south of San Antonio, Texas, spent most of his time driving across most of the Western States, rarely home throughout the week, while his mother was a first-generation immigrant from Rotherham in South Yorkshire, England. A piano teacher, James' mother, Evangeline, instilled a love of music in her son from a young age, while his father, Andrew, introduced James to the blues, rock and metal. James had a natural inclination towards rhythm and timing. As a young boy, he was constantly turning every surface he touched into a drum. For his seventh birthday, he was gifted with his first drum kit, and the rest was history. Throughout his teens, James participated in several local garage bands. As a drummer, he found himself constantly in demand and was able to play for a wide variety of bands and genres. Most of these amateur acts grew out of the hobby, but by the time college was calling, James had connected himself with other, more musically serious individuals, and they formed a real band. This first band, 'Overcooked Parsley', would go on to open for several smaller acts throughout various dive bars in the San Antonio region before spreading out and playing in the likes of Austin, Houston and even Dallas. At the age of sixteen, James picked up his first bass guitar while jamming with a couple of friends. Once he had his head wrapped around the basics, he began to approach the instrument as though he was playing the drums while watching the guitarist for chord changes and positions. Using what his mother had taught him on piano and his years of playing drums, James rapidly advanced on the instrument, and after yet another band fizzled out, went on to become a bassist with the band 'Tea & Strumpets.' Through 'Tea & Strumpets', James was introduced to his first wife, Poppy Caulderfield. The infatuation was mutual and it wasn't long before the rest of the band learned to knock before haphazardly entering the green room after shows or between sets. But the honeymoon phase was short-lived lived and the pair became increasingly volatile, often fighting off stage and squabbling over anything, going so far as to disagree with one another solely to fight. These fights always led to making up, in a manner that was just as loud and destructive as their fighting. Thankfully, their tumultuous affair didn't stop 'Tea & Strumpets' from seeing success, and while the band was putting on shows in Vegas, Poppy and James snuck away in the middle of the night to a twenty-four-hour chapel and pledged their lives to one another. They filed for divorce nine months later. 'Tea & Strumpets' would later cut their losses, and James was asked to leave the band. Returning home, he eventually made his way to Nashville, Tennessee, where he found work as a session bassist, tracking songs and albums with numerous artists. This opportunity would introduce him to Cooper McNevan, Colin Phillips and Lee Joel, who, along with James, would go on to create 'Caliburn'. Caliburn was James' big break. The group moved from performing in dive bars to opening for the likes of Nickelback, Pearl Jam and Metallica. Before they knew it, Caliburn had other bands opening for them, and soon they were playing in sold-out auditoriums. Though James had always been fond of alcohol, his newfound fame led him to party harder and harder. Often, he was with a different girl every night, and the only time he was without a drink in his hand was when he had his bass. First came alcohol, it was soon followed by cigarettes, then marijuana, mushrooms, and it only continued from there. From one of his many intoxicated states came the idea to go solo after Caliburn guest-appeared on an episode of 'The Vetern', one of ABC's many well-performing police procedurals. James and his agent managed to negotiate several further television appearances, including a dramatic role on a six-episode limited mini-series that put James in the running for a coveted superhero role in Hollywood. In celebration, the pair ended up drunk, leading to James sleeping with his agent. A tryst which resulted in a child and James' second marriage to Evangeline Scott. Having built himself a fairly recognizable face outside of Caliburn, James attempted to launch a solo music career and left Caliburn. His debut album flopped. When James tried to return to Caliburn, they had already replaced him and James further went into drugs and alcohol. What was once at least somewhat hidden became more and more obvious, leading to Eve divorcing him and taking away any rights he had to his child. From that point on, James continued to make more and more questionable decisions. Desperate for money, he shot a pornographic film and nearly died due to the heavy combination of alcohol and sildenafil in his system. Passing out mid shoot and leading to the project being completely canned. Despite this, footage still found its way online and put the final nail in James' career. Or so it seemed. Checked into rehab by his first wife, James completed a full stint in a rehabilitation center, somehow managing to escape criminal charges and emerged a few years later clean. He returned to his roots, working as a session bassist. Tracking numerous albums following rehab, he's been attending both Narcotics Anonymous and Alcoholics Anonymous in an effort to stay on the straight and narrow. Meeting rising pop star Tamara Flowers through a tracking session, the pair hit it off almost immediately and soon became the tabloid relationship. Tamara encouraged James to return to his solo work and a few months later James released a song titled 'Demon in a Bottle' that went quickly went viral across social media. Riding this wave of renwed interest following his resurface, his new girlfriend and rumours of a new solo album brought attention to his previous one, which had gained a cult following and for the first time ever broke the Top 40. Caliburn has even offered to have him join them on tour again, an offer James is still thinking over. ▅CAREER▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ James is a professional musician, specifically a bass player though he's a capable pianist, drummer and knows his way around a guitar. Highlights of his career include performing with the bands 'Overcooked Parsley' and 'Tea & Strumpets' as well being a session bassist for albums such as 'Jagged & Spicy', 'Under the Falling Bridge', 'Love Hetz and other Joules', and 'Ride the Thunder'. The highlight of James Gordon's career was performing with Caliburn, a several times Platinum band of which James was part of seven studio albums and numerous tours. He fell out with Caliburn due to a short stint in acting, along with a solo album 'JAG' that failed to perform. After a stint in rehab, James has returned to working as a session bassist, most notably tracking Tamara Flowers' debut album of the same name, along with the follow-ups '2007' and 'Life of a Tortured Poet'. James has since rose again to the public eye due to a new single that went viral and anticipated of a new solo album. He's slotted to re-join Caliburn on tour in 2026. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

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| | ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔	THE GIRLFRIEND Tamara Flowers is a twenty-one-year-old pop star who has shot to fame in the last couple of years. Tamara performs as the front woman for the act 'InBloom'. Tamara and James became romantically linked shortly after she released a statement to the media that "<she had> been let down one too many times by men her age and decided it was time to go for a man instead of playing with boys."	| | ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔	THE EX-WIFE Poppy Caulderfield was the lead guitarist and additional vocals in the band 'Tea & Strumpets' where James filled in as a session bassist in the studio before being invited on the road. The pair engaged in a self-destructive and oftentimes toxic on-and-off relationship before being wed in Vegas during a show. Poppy later filed for divorce, citing irreconcilable differences. Years later, she inherited the band, now renamed 'The Strumpets', assuming lead vocals and is touring as part of their new album release. She had been spotted at a cafe recently with James.
| | ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔	THE FORMER BAND Caliburn was James' big break. A post-grunge phenomenon, Caliburn went on to go Platinum on at least two of their records, seemingly going from playing dive bars to overflowing stadiums overnight. Their music was featured in everything from the latest Tony Hawk game to sport anthems and even blockbuster movies. Including James, the band was a four-piece ensemble with Cooper McNevan on vocals and lead guitars, Colin Phillips on drums, and Lee Joel playing rhythm guitar and keys.	| | ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔	THE UNKNOWN CALLER A persistent caller who has concealed their identity. No matter how many times James has blocked their number, they always find a new one. James changed his own number twice before giving up and accepting his harasser. Each time he answers, he's bombarded with a variety of voices repeating over and over, 'I know what you did!' while the backing track of his latest single plays melancholically in the background. James has moved forward with both legal action and the police, but neither has been able to do anything about the anonymous caller.

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| | ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔	THE GIRLFRIEND Tamara Flowers is a twenty-one-year-old pop star who has shot to fame in the last couple of years. Tamara performs as the front woman for the act 'InBloom'. Tamara and James became romantically linked shortly after she released a statement to the media that "<she had> been let down one too many times by men her age and decided it was time to go for a man instead of playing with boys."	| | ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔	THE EX-WIFE Poppy Caulderfield was the lead guitarist and additional vocals in the band 'Tea & Strumpets' where James filled in as a session bassist in the studio before being invited on the road. The pair engaged in a self-destructive and oftentimes toxic on-and-off relationship before being wed in Vegas during a show. Poppy later filed for divorce, citing irreconcilable differences. Years later, she inherited the band, now renamed 'The Strumpets', assuming lead vocals and is touring as part of their new album release. She had been spotted at a cafe recently with James.
| | ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔	THE FORMER BAND Caliburn was James' big break. A post-grunge phenomenon, Caliburn went on to go Platinum on at least two of their records, seemingly going from playing dive bars to overflowing stadiums overnight. Their music was featured in everything from the latest Tony Hawk game to sport anthems and even blockbuster movies. Including James, the band was a four-piece ensemble with Cooper McNevan on vocals and lead guitars, Colin Phillips on drums, and Lee Joel playing rhythm guitar and keys.	| | ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔	THE UNKNOWN CALLER A persistent caller who has concealed their identity. No matter how many times James has blocked their number, they always find a new one. James changed his own number twice before giving up and accepting his harasser. Each time he answers, he's bombarded with a variety of voices repeating over and over, 'I know what you did!' while the backing track of his latest single plays melancholically in the background. James has moved forward with both legal action and the police, but neither has been able to do anything about the anonymous caller.

Fashionably Late: A Crime Thriller Roleplay

<Snipped quote by Roman>

as long as it doesn't seem like the victim was punched, such a crime is too smart for my boy. he can be marked safe from guilt.......

@Stormyx

Suspect Level: Low, Lower than Low. Honestly, we should let this guy go home.

Fashionably Late: A Crime Thriller Roleplay

The first victim is already set, though everyone will have an opportunity to interact with them before they kick the bucket. They're a freelance investigative journalist with a blog & vlog - if you need more details let me know.

@Roman

Yes, this will work nicely.

Fashionably Late: A Crime Thriller Roleplay

@Roman@Rockette, is the victim pre-determined or will that be revealed in the IC? I'd love to bake a connection/motive into my character concept.

On a similar note do you want us to send blackmail material/dirty secrets for our characters that can be used to push forward the IC by the GMs?

Fashionably Late: A Crime Thriller Roleplay

I'm here to write character sheets and chew bubblegum.

And I just ran out of bubblegum.

Absolute Comics: Odyssey [Invite Only]

Less banter, more posts!

Fashionably Late // The Wild Hunt

A MOLE!

Absolute Comics: Odyssey [Invite Only]

Happy Man of Steel Monday to those who celebrate.

Absolute Comics: Odyssey [Invite Only]

Clark walked along the side of Main Street, the only road, leaving Smallville towards Miller’s Field, hands shoved into his pockets, an old MP3 player clutched in his right hand, while headphones that had definitely seen better days sat under his hood on top of his thick head of hair.

♫ Sometimes we never get started
No one will give you a wake-up call
Sometimes the hours are wasted
No one will give you a wake-up call ♫

The steady thump of the backbeat kept Clark nodding along with the music. A smile crossed his face as his empty hand withdrew from the pocket of his denim jacket, running a thumb over his lips where Lana Lang had kissed him not even half an hour earlier.

Finding himself suddenly swept up in the music, Clark began to dance as he continued along the roughly paved road. Jumping into the air, he felt lighter tonight, clicking his heels together before gently landing on solid ground again. If he didn’t know any better, Clark would have sworn he could fly.

Stopping along the Loeb Bridge, Clark leaned against the railing, watching the Elbow River lazily flow beneath, reflecting the light of the stars above. Stars that shone almost as brightly as Lana’s eyes. He could still see her coy smile just before she kissed him. The taste of her cherry lip gloss and the smell of her cupcake-scented perfume sent his head spinning again.

♫ Candy, she's sweet like candy in my veins
Baby, I'm dying for another taste ♫

The next track on his MP3 player rang out, echoing Clark’s own thoughts as a dumb smile was plastered across his face. Turning the volume up, he stretched his arms out, spinning around while dancing, only to suddenly find himself staring into a pair of headlights.

Frozen in that moment, Clark couldn’t think as the car was suddenly on top of him. The screeching of tires and twisting of metal drowned out the music. Headphones were ripped from his ears as the full weight of the American-made sedan collided with his chest. Metal and concrete broke against Clark’s back, the ground going out from under him, before suddenly the night air was replaced by the freezing waters of the Elbow River.

Pulled along by the current, Clark narrowly missed having the black Towncar land on top of him while he frantically checked himself for any sign of injury. Surfacing, he gasped for air but, beyond shock, couldn’t find any injury on himself.

“What the h-” Clark muttered to himself before his eyes darted back to the ruined bridge and the glowing taillights beneath the surface.

The driver!

Stripping off the heavy denim jacket, Clark dove back beneath the surface. His mind was racing as he tried to figure out why he was still alive. His parents had always been protective, but Clark had been sickly when he was younger. In his adolescence, that had gone away, and he was the picture of health.

Taking hold of the windshield, Clark pried it from the car with ease. Pulling the unconscious man from the front seat before noticing another passenger in the car. Pushing himself, he delivered the driver to shore before plunging back in.

His lungs should have been burning by now. But Clark barely felt winded. He chalked it up to adrenaline before the roof of the car in his hands suddenly peeled back like the top of a can of beans. Clark barely had time to register what he had done before he pulled the man from the wreckage.

Dressed in a suit finer than anything Clark had seen in Smallville. The man had a magnificent mane of hair that spilled over his shoulders. Pulling him ashore, Clark felt the hands of another begin to help as the first man had regained consciousness.

“Sir!” He yelled, “Mr. Luthor, Sir!” He yelled again before pushing Clark aside and beginning to try to resuscitate the man who must have been his boss. Flashes of red and blue refracted from the bridge above as the Sheriff’s department made its way on the scene.

A cough brought Clark’s attention back to the man he had pulled from the water. The older man spat out a mouthful of water before the driver helped him to sit up.

“Is-” Clark started, his eyes wide as the situation all began to sink in. “Is he going to be okay?”

“Young man,” The driver replied, “He is, thanks to you.” He said with a relieved smile.

“Not every day a teenager saves one of the most powerful men in the world.”

A tug on the driver’s sleeve directed his attention back to his employer as the man croaked a request.

“I’d like to shake the hand of the one who saved me.”

Clark stood, his legs feeling unsteady beneath him.

“Clark, Sir, Clark Kent.” Clark offered a hand as he spoke.

“Young man, I owe you a great debt of gratitude.” The man replied, taking Clark’s outstretched hand. He gave it a firm squeeze before placing his other hand over top of Clark’s.

“My name is Lionel, Lionel Luthor.”

“Clark!”

Lex called out jovially as Clark entered the den of the younger Luthor’s home. He embraced Clark with a quick hug before holding up a glass.

“Can I offer you a drink? I don’t think I’ve seen you since the wedding, and I must admit that night was a blur.”

“A fifty-year-old Scotch will do that,” Clark replied with a smirk of his own.

“Ah, yes, well, if a man intends to only get married once, he should make it a night to remember.” The bald man replied with a genuine grin.

“I’m pretty sure you spent more on that bottle of Scotch than I’ll make in a year at the Planet.” Clark retorted dryly.

It was Lex’s turn to smirk.

“You didn’t exactly pick a lucrative career. My father would have happily helped you gain admission to any school of your choice. But as I recall, you turned him down.” Lex replied, holding up the class again as Clark politely declined.

“Sorry, I’m on the clock,” He answered, shaking his head.

“Ah, so this social call is actually a work call,” Lex stated coolly.

“I like to think of a social call within work hours,” Clark retorted, “Did you see the news regarding the metahuman attack at the bank in Midtown?”

“Hard to keep track of during the record crime wave Metropolis is currently experiencing, but I believe I did,” Lex said dismissively, pouring himself another drink.

“Luthorcorp has contacts with facilities that could help these people, don’t they?”

“Clark, you are aware my wife was the responding agent on that scene today.” Lex countered, “Well, I’m sure your intentions are good, but I don’t have much of a desire to live in a house divided by overstepping my wife’s jurisdiction.” Lex rubbed the top of his head, stopping at the base of his skull before massaging his neck.

“Lex, these people don’t deserve to be locked up, they need someone to help them find a place in this world where they can use their abilities for good.”

“Like Superman?” The other man countered.

Clark paused for a second.

“No-”

“See, Clark, that’s the problem. The media has turned Superman into some kind of an idol to be worshiped, and for what? For breaking the law. Last I checked, vigilantism was still illegal in America. But no one stops Superman, so why wouldn’t every other meta or mutant think they couldn’t take advantage of their powers too?” Lex argued, his voice firm, leaving little room for argument.

But Clark wasn’t about to back down.

“Lex, I don’t think that’s a fair comparison. They’re not looking to be treated differently. Most metas are an average everyman. Just someone looking for a place to belong. The majority of whom would sooner give up their abilities if it meant a normal life.”

“And what would you have Luthorcorp do?”

“This,” Clark replied, handing Lex a folder from within the satchel slung over his shoulder.

“I found this through the Planet’s archives. ‘Project Everyone’, a Luthorcorp incentive program that would give a purpose to metahumans, a fulfilling life where they could use their abilities to make a difference in exchange for a stable life.”

Lex took the folder, slowly flipping through the documents inside. His face looked as though he had seen a ghost.

“This was one of my mother’s ideas,” Lex explained. His tone softened.

“I know,” Clark replied with a small smile.

“That’s a low blow, Clark.”

“I know,” Clark repeated with a wider smile. “But it’s something to think about. I did some further digging, and I think you might be able to broker a deal with Frost-”

“Mr. Luthor!”

The two men turned to where the third had entered the den.

“It’s your wife, Sir, she’s just been admitted to Metropolis General.”