Sophrus

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Mercator stands and leaves his office, he opens his wallet and makes sure there is a couple hundred dollars inside, as per usual. satisfied he decides a pleasant drink at the Inferno would cheer him up, Mr. Smith's plight had brought him down. Even though he was fallen he was not without empathy, but he knew his pace. a business man, cant be treating anyone differently. he steps out into the cool evening and lights a cigarette and looks at the blood moon.

"my my, a new Fallen." says mercator to nobody in particular then he casually takes off down the block teleporting a couple blocks at a time between steps, making the trip to the inferno only take a couple minutes as opposed to the half hour it should have taken.

when he neared the inferno and was just across the street he noticed that people where running and screaming from the building. he watched for a few moments waiting for the stragglers to get out of the building. he took another drag from the cigarette and drops the butt to the ground. he withdraws another smoke from his suit jacket and lights it, once smoldering he teleports across the street and pushes open the door. the sound of combat washes over him, he takes a look around and finds a quiet corner away from the fighting and with a good view, he sits down and enjoys the show, casually chain smoking.

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that was my plan... working on post now.

should be fun for everyone.

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@AnaSilan Sunja
It's cool.. should I wait for the combat to be over or should I saunter in and see what all the excitement is about? Hmmm.

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Woah.... I really need to catch up.. looks like the inferno is the place to meet?

Shadow of the Skyline (Superhuman Crime RP)

Interesting

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Present day

Mercator sits in a small office in the rear of his shop, The Shadow Bazaar, as a couple of his goons run things out front. after the fall business has become vastly more difficult, no online transactions, no stock exchange, Mercator had hoped to amass wealth like the corporate CEOs did. Alas, with the fall very few businesses exist and the ones that do only span two or three outlets across the city. Mercator smirks to himself, "thats why being a crime lord is much more profitable" he says aloud, but to nobody in particular.

one of the Shadow Bazaar goons knocked on the office door, "Sir, uh. Mr. Smith is here to see you." Mercator rose and opened the door, and looked to the malnourished Mr. Smith while carefully hiding any emotion behind a mask of good cheer, but thinking the entire time 'I hope he has his payment this time' then Mercator "Come in! come in! welcome." as Mr. Smith came in and as he closed the door to the office. the moment the door latched shut the good cheer evaporated, "Mr. Smith" says Mercator in a much more serious and grim tone "do you have you payment for this week?"

Mr Smith shifts uncomfortably in his chair, "w-well, that's why i'm here, i just need a couple days extension. i got a job lined up, should make me enough to pay, i just need a couple extra days." Mercator closes his eyes even before Mr. Smith finishes, he has heard it all before. a thousand times even before the fall, and a thousand more after. "yes, i am sure that is all true... but think of the position that puts me in Hmm? i cant have it known im letting you off easy, or Ms. Acer will be asking for extentions, and maybe Grumm will just stop paying. we cant have that now can we?" asks Mercator whos only reply was a terrified shake of the head. "now, i will give you the rest of the week, which would put you a full month behind, if you havent payed up by then... well, you will pay your pound of flesh. Understand?"

Mr. Smith nods and immediately leaves. Mercator marvels at the humans scurrying about in this way, so easily manipulated and coerced, then the though occurs. if Mr. smith pays up, in full, ill only make $8000 if i take him to that back alley butcher, i should make a tidy $20k from his organs... ah well. cant kill everyone for the quick buck, need other people to maintain the economy.

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Hider

Name: Mercator (Meaning: Merchant, trader)
Apparent Age: 30
Race:Fallen
Appearance:
Wings:

Past Virtue: Diligence
Sin: Greed

Possessions: a Hunting rifle (with long range scope), a very nice pen and notebook (for important trades), couple hundred dollars (on hand), seemingly endless supply of cigarettes, razor sharp switch blade

Residence:small apartment above the "Shadow Bazaar"
Mercator lives in and owns a lawless establishment, in this place someone could buy black market weapons, drugs, information, other people etc.

Skills: Driving, Shooting (rifle sized weapons), knife fighting, Economics (in-depth), Psychology (in-depth), Criminology, Sociology

Fallen Powers:Shape Shift (Snake), Sin Touch, Inhuman Perception, Aura Read, Teleportation, Possession

Demeanour: Mercator is supremely patient, while greedy, he can take his time to achieve his goals. being functionally immortal (correct me if im wrong) he can take all the time to ensure that his plan was coming together. however, when there is not grand plan to pursue and there is no need to be careful Mercator can also be hedonistic and enjoys the finer things in life.

History: During his time as a Sapphirim Mercator watched over the wandering merchants and this was a fine job during the days of horse drawn carriages. unfortunately as the world began to industrialize and globalize, he became more enamored with wealth in the same way those he was to watch over did. eventually succumbing to the temptation during the fall. his time on earth was spent fighting for scraps of power with many other petty crime lords and other fallen.

before his position as a black marketeer was established a fight with another fallen had gotten his wings destoryed preventing him from flying, which was only a minor hindrance, as he preferred to teleport anyways. even before the loss of his wings he knew that the Saphirim and fallen here his most serious threat. eventually he learned how to read the auras of those around him, which seemed much more valuable than flying.

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Updated version

Hider

Name: Mercator (Meaning: Merchant, trader)
Apparent Age: 30
Race:Fallen
Appearance:
Wings:

Past Virtue: Diligence
Sin: Greed

Possessions: a Hunting rifle (with long range scope), a very nice pen and notebook (for important trades), couple hundred dollars (on hand), seemingly endless supply of cigarettes, razor sharp switch blade

Residence:small apartment above the "Shadow Bazaar"
Mercator lives in and owns a lawless establishment, in this place someone could buy black market weapons, drugs, information, other people etc.

Skills: Driving, Shooting (rifle sized weapons), knife fighting, Economics (in-depth), Psychology (in-depth), Criminology, Sociology

Fallen Powers:Shape Shift (Snake), Sin Touch, Inhuman Perception, Aura Read, Teleportation, Possession

Demeanour: Mercator is supremely patient, while greedy, he can take his time to achieve his goals. being functionally immortal (correct me if im wrong) he can take all the time to ensure that his plan was coming together. however, when there is not grand plan to pursue and there is no need to be careful Mercator can also be hedonistic and enjoys the finer things in life.

History: During his time as a Sapphirim Mercator watched over the wandering merchants and this was a fine job during the days of horse drawn carriages. unfortunately as the world began to industrialize and globalize, he became more enamored with wealth in the same way those he was to watch over did. eventually succumbing to the temptation during the fall. his time on earth was spent fighting for scraps of power with many other petty crime lords and other fallen.

before his position as a black marketeer was established a fight with another fallen had gotten his wings destoryed preventing him from flying, which was only a minor hindrance, as he preferred to teleport anyways. even before the loss of his wings he knew that the Saphirim and fallen here his most serious threat. eventually he learned how to read the auras of those around him, which seemed much more valuable than flying.

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oh, couple more come to mind- What does "Inhuman preception" mean?
is it like super charged hearing, eyesight etc?

is there a range limit on teleportation?

Also, this is what i have so far.

Hider

Name: Mercator (Meaning: Merchant, trader)
Apparent Age: 30
Race:Fallen
Appearance:
Wings:

Sin: Greed

Possessions: a Hunting rifle (with long range scope), a very nice pen and notebook (for important trades), couple hundred dollars (on hand), seemingly endless supply of cigarettes, razor sharp switch blade

Residence:small apartment above the "Shadow Bazaar"
Mercator lives in and owns a lawless establishment, in this place someone could buy black market weapons, drugs, information, other people etc.

Skills: Driving, Shooting (rifle sized weapons), knife fighting, Economics (in-depth), Psychology (in-depth), Criminology, Sociology

Fallen Powers:Shape Shift (Snake), Sin Touch, Inhuman Perception, Aura Read, Teleportation, Possession

Demeanour: Mercator is supremely patient, while greedy, he can take his time to achieve his goals. being functionally immortal (correct me if im wrong) he can take all the time to ensure that his plan was coming together. however, when there is not grand plan to pursue and there is no need to be careful Mercator can also be hedonistic and enjoys the finer things in life.

History: During his time as a Sapphirim Mercator watched over the wandering merchants and this was a fine job during the days of horse drawn carriages. unfortunately as the world began to industrialize and globalize, he became more enamored with wealth in the same way those he was to watch over did. eventually succumbing to the temptation during the fall. his time on earth was spent fighting for scraps of power with many other petty crime lords and other fallen.

before his position as a black marketeer was established a fight with another fallen had gotten his wings destoryed preventing him from flying, which was only a minor hindrance, as he preferred to teleport anyways. even before the loss of his wings he knew that the Saphirim and fallen here his most serious threat. eventually he learned how to read the auras of those around him, which seemed much more valuable than flying.

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Sweet, ok. I'll start working on something.

Choices, choices.