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Carl Hanratty--Unspecified City

"What in the world?!" yelped Agent Carl Hanratty, dodging a car as it aggressively honked its horn. Hanratty jumped in between the two double-yellow lines painted onto the asphalt. "I'm no jaywalker! How the hell did I get in the middle of the street?! Without a crosswalk?!"

Hanratty scratched his head. "Traffic's pretty bad; must be rush hour," Hanratty mused. "Shoot, can't get past all these cars without getting mowed over... This is going to be a problem.

Hanratty tried waving down the cars, but to no avail; likely they thought he was some sort of madman for standing in the middle of the street. One BMW actually tried to ram him. Hanratty, despite being no spring chicken, managed to dodge out of the way. "Hey! That's against the law!" he hollered after the BMW. "Vehicular manslaughter is a penal offense!"

Morgan

Morgan glanced over at the street upon hearing the blaring of horns. "Who's standing there?" Morgan wondered, squinting her eyes and looking through the line of cars. An older man in a grey suit and a fedora had somehow wandered into the street, and was now trying to get out alive (but failing). Morgan's eyes shot open as she realized the gravity of the situation and jumped right into action. Morgan pulled from under her coat a green book. "Rexcalibur!" Morgan shouted, flipping the book's pages and thrusting her hands downwards. Around her, the air temperature began to fall as water vapor condensed into snow, swirling around her. Within this miniature blizzard, Morgan lifted herself off the ground and with delicate movements aimed herself towards the man in the street. She circled her hands around in specific configurations to ease her fall, before landing daintily next to the man. "I'm pretty sure that you know this isn't safe," Morgan said to the man, "and I have no doubt that you didn't mean to get here in this way. Need a lift?"

Morgan held out a gloved hand to the man. He took it, and Morgan launched herself, the man in tow, back towards the sidewalk. She landed and stepped forward twice, before setting the stunned fellow down. Morgan waved a hand in front of the man's face. "Hey, you alright? It's just magic," Morgan said.

"What're you talkin' about? There ain't no such thing as magic," the man stammered.

Morgan snapped her fingers and a little flame sparked in between them. "Tell me I didn't just make a fire appear in my hand," Morgan retorted.

The man wiped sweat off his brow. "Can't say you didn't," he said.

This answer seemed to satisfy Morgan. She helped the man off the ground. "My name's Morgan I'm an aspiring tactician," she said.

"Hanratty. Carl Hanratty. F.B.I.," Hanratty said, taking Morgan's hand and hoisting himself up. He adjusted his hat. "So, where am I?"

"Oh, I haven't bothered to check the name of the city," Morgan said, shrugging.

Hanratty blinked. "But... shouldn't you have seen the name of the city when you strolled in?" he asked.

"I didn't just stroll in, Mr. Hanratty, I warped in," Morgan explained. "Kind of like you probably did, given that you had spontaneously appeared in the middle of the street. Speaking of which, who sent you?"

Hanratty scratched his head. "I wasn't sent, young lady," Hanratty replied. "Quite frankly, I haven't got the foggiest idea how I wound up surrounded by moving cars."

SUPER SMASH BROS.: Fallen Heroes

I'd like to give the others a chance to post here, but at the same time I don't want this RP to starve from inactivity...

Massive Multiversal Crossover

Carl Hanratty

Name: Carl Hanratty
Age: 47
Gender: Male
Appearance:

Hanratty

Hanratty is the man in the gray suit.

Canon, AU, or OC?: Canon (musical)
Universe of Origin: Catch Me If You Can (Broadway production)
Personality: Carl Hanratty, as an F.B.I. agent, is a strict follower of the law, and a strict interpreter of that law. He is very intolerant of lawbreaking, and will actively hunt those who break the law. He is an agent of the F.B.I. in charge of the banks and forgeries subdivision (thank-you-very-much), and takes his job seriously. However, Hanratty also has a sense of mercy and, though gruff, can also be very kind for someone who strictly sticks to the law. He will not bother anyone who does not threaten anybody. (All politics is factored out of the equation here, we're really just talking Hanratty as a character without going into the lefts and the rights.)
Theme Song:

Don't Break the Rules

Abilities/Weapons: Hanratty has a pistol and several cartridges, but once those are exhausted, Hanratty will have to buy more or rely on hand-to-hand combat. Hanratty is skilled in the art of sleuthing, and dogged in his pursuit of lawbreakers.
Backstory:
Carl Hanratty is head of the FBI's check fraud division, a job that is often misunderstood or not taken seriously by his peers. Carl is a rather serious person who is moreso apropos to doing his job than joking around.

Carl is assigned to investigate a fraudulent check cashed at a hotel in California. Carl is soon surprised when the Hotel Manager explains that the person who turned in the check is still in the Hotel. Carl enters the suspects room, finding numerous counterfeiting equipment, and a well-dressed young man claiming to be Secret Service agent, Barry Allen. Carl manages to obtain Barry's wallet, but not before the 'agent' notes that he has already apprehended the counterfeiter. As Barry leaves the room, Carl checks the wallet, only to find no identification, and sees the young man running outside the window! Carl soon realizes he's been duped, and his director at the FBI explains that fingerprinting the room has turned up no matches, and Carl's I.D. on the young man gives them nothing to go on.

One evening, while working on Christmas Eve, Carl gets a phone call from the young man. As they talk, the young man makes a reference to the New York Yankees, and attempts to apologize for duping Carl. However, Carl refuses the apology, and easily surmises that the young man called him because he has noone else to talk to.

Taking the 'agent's' name Barry Allen into consideration, Carl checks through all sorts of different persons named Barry Allen. While sitting in a coffeeshop, a server claims that Barry Allen is the alter-ego of the comic book character, 'The Flash.' Going off this information, Carl soon realizes why the fingerprints they lifted have no match: their counterfeiter is a minor. Also going off the phone conversation regarding the Yankees, Carl soon finds a young man has runaway from a family home by the name of Abagnale. Going to an upscale home, they find a woman who claims to be the mother of Frank Abagnale. When she shows Carl Frank's yearbook photo, he now knows who his man is.

Meeting Frank's father in a pub, Hanratty reveals that, like Frank Abagnale Sr., he had somewhat of a rough childhood with a tough father. "On my tenth birthday, he showed me a gun,/Then took me to the cornfield and said, 'Okay, run.'" Hanratty, from Frank Sr., learns without a doubt that Frank Abagnale Jr. is his man, or rather, boy.

The investigation continues on for some time, with Frank eventually calling Carl within the year, claiming he's getting married and wants him to stop chasing him. Carl refuses, claiming that since Frank has stolen more than $4million, he is going to be caught. Using the conversation, Carl soon tracks Frank to a party on the eve of his wedding. Frank manages to escape, but Carl coerces information out of Frank's fiance, Brenda, to help the F.B.I. apprehend him.

In the musical, Hanratty finally catches up to Frank once again in Miami Airport, revealing to Frank that the marriage to Brenda was the big mistake that led Hanratty right to him. However, Hanratty kindly decides to allow Frank (after serving his time) to help the F.B.I. with identifying forgeries, since the F.B.I. needed Frank's know-how to keep up with technology and advances in credit cards and checking accounts.

After hiring Frank, however, Hanratty's head began to spin. The last thing he heard before blacking out was, "Mr. Hanratty! Are you all right...?"
Faction: Unaligned, for now.

Massive Multiversal Crossover: Interest Check and Signups

@VitaVitaARIf I write Hanratty mostly in prose, can I use him?

Verthaven: Moved to a higher level of existence

Injae Park

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Ratchet turned back around once the three hecklers had departed. She found that with the extra two inches of her roller blades' wheels she was quite taller than Jennifer. She couldn't lean too far forward otherwise she would tip over again, but she did note the girl's thick upper arms and Scandinavian complexion. She seemed well-proportioned despite the variations in mass placement. But Ratchet didn't spend time staring at other people like she the cars in her dad's garage in Black Fall.

Ratchet noted that Jen had rapidly turned away upon glancing at her fiberglass forearm with a wheel embedded in the wrist. Ratchet would have to tell her about it later; Jennifer had quickly changed the subject.

"I can tell they don't," Ratchet said, folding her uneven arms. "Especially not the minorities. Yeesh, now I know exactly how the people on tumblr feel." She rolled her narrow eyes. "At least they left without harping too much on me. I'll know to watch out for whacked-out pasty Queequeg wannabes."

She thought for a sec. "No, wait, that's not the best comparison; racist white people wouldn't want to be someone from the Polynesian countries..."

Ratchet shrugged. "I suppose I held my ground the best I could with these wheels on." She leaned back on the rail and lifted her left leg for emphasis. The wheels on her roller blade's chassis turned slowly as a result of the gentle force. "If I don't get heckled again, then that's well and good. If I do, I'll have to hand their rear ends back to them with my awe-inspiring Asian ninja powers. Even though I'm Korean." There was a bit of bite behind that joke, but it did help blow some steam.

Kate and Winston glanced at each other, then back at Ratchet.

Ratchet pushed off the rail as Jennifer introduced herself. "Well, Jennifer," Ratchet began, "it's nice to meet you, too, although the extenuating circumstances were a bit less than ideal. My real name's Injae, but everyone I know calls me Ratchet. You know, like the wrench, not that other connotation. They did so before the, well, accident," Ratchet said, waving her mechanical forearm, "because they all thought I was good with machines. Now I've got machines on my body myself." Ratchet fingered the tarry tire of her flywheel. "The younger girl's my cousin Kate, and the other guy's my brother Winston. Though he's more like an automatic League-of-Legends-playing machine."

"Hey, I do more than just that!" Winston protested.

"Oh, yeah, he's also been getting into Hearthstone," Ratchet teasingly added, turning and grinning at Winston. Obviously, Jennifer's efforts to calm the Parks down had succeeded (as much as they could with Ratchet, that is).

"All you do is play Smash in your room and work in the garage," retorted Winston, though his attitude was partially a result of the spillover from the Iron Cross incident.

"As you can see, we love each other very much even though we tease each other," Ratchet declared.

Fire Emblem - The Reclaimers of Peace

Acrobat. Let's go.

Massive Multiversal Crossover: Interest Check and Signups

@VitaVitaARHanratty doesn't sing all the way through, though. He has normal dialogue in the show.

Massive Multiversal Crossover: Interest Check and Signups

@VitaVitaARWith Hanratty in a multiverse full of powerful beings with mystical powers, I was looking for a bit of a challenge.

Verthaven: Moved to a higher level of existence

@Mr Allen JHey, is Jenny's game system a DSi XL, or a 3DS XL? Because if it's the latter then maybe she and Ratchet can get each other's Streetpass or friend code or something.

Pokemon: Judgement Rising!

"Stupid flippin' Talonflames and their predictable Gale Wings hmfmfggg..." Kate muttered, looking at the results screen of the battle she just lost. Everybody used Talonflame, it seems. To be honest, Kate was getting a bit sick of seeing the same Pokémon over and over again. Granted, these Pokémon, with their power, definitely deserved the usage and all, but seriously? It seemed that Pokémon had turned into a whose-Talonflame-is-better contest in the competitive scheme, especially in Smogon's Overused tier.

That's why Kate preferred to use Pokémon not from Overused in her Wi-Fi battles. But looking at her team again...

"Dang it, I need to get myself a Stealth Rock user," Kate noted. "That'll take care of those pretentious firebirds. But then I'll have to get a counter for Defog..." She made a mental note to use her trained Mega Banette the next time she played online.

Would you like to save this battle as your Battle Video?

Kate tapped "YES"; she could always learn something from watching previous battle videos. She subscribed to some of the well-known Pokémon Youtubers. Haydunn. TyranitarTube. Shofu. Among others. From these fellows she learned how to, you know, not get totally mopped.

Kate sighed and tapped the save icon on the bottom of her screen.

Would you like to save the game?

There is already a saved file. Would you like to overwrite it?

Kate drummed her fingers as she waited for all the little dots to blink to life on the bottom screen. The familiar jingle played, and Kate closed the 3DS, putting her Alpha Sapphire in sleep mode.