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The Treasure of Emily Gray

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The Treasure of Emily Gray

I write lore daily.

The Treasure of Emily Gray

Man we really need a Co-GM!!!

Telecommunications

@Leidenschaft@Mariana Collie Hello my two roleplayers.

Currently the other peoples have LEFT or have left due to other reasons, we can do a few things.

Pause and recruit rpers
recruit rpers and still go
or put the rp on pause (even if we do stop the rp i'll reauth you guys to join a new version if it appears lol)

The Treasure of Emily Gray

The Public Security Officer

Twenty-four | American-Japanese | Addisons

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"Drop it, punk. I don't wanna hear your life story, and I don't care what Society did to you. I just wanna see that gun hit the floor. Now... -Before I give you an extra nostril..

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A P P E A R A N C E

A rough looking blond who stands at around six feet even, he has blue eyes and appears to be of average build. The charming young man is usually adorned in equipment provided by PubSec - when he isn't wearing his gear he's in casual clothes. Mostly sweat pants and a wife beater, his uniform - when he is in it. Usually is sloppy, while very rare to see it crisp and clean. Due to lax standards and personal neglect, his uniform has seen better days. Besides that, on occasion, Zack will grow out facial hair but as of recent he's staved off the need to.

P E R S O N A L I T Y

╬ Jokester
╬ Charming
╬ Power-Hungry
╬ Abrasive

While to his colleagues he may appear to be joking, as Zack tends to make frequent jokes about the situation or in general to make light of a situation. When in the presence of those of higher authority, or in the presence of citizens, criminals, and others he'll be more serious, cynical and perhaps rude. Zack hates authority and resents his superiors, he feels more at home being a ground officer than sitting at a desk. Zack hasn't seen love and tends to distance himself from others who would try to court the young suave man, the only person Zack has become good friends with is Biff Hellcat.

H I S T O R Y

Born in New Jisei, Zack Killchain braved the streets of the rugged Ghetto with his family. When his family was "relocated", Zack was left alone with his grand father - Goonster Killchain. In his early teens, Zack always seemed to get in trouble and taking care of his grand father was hard on the young man. That was until Biff Hellcat appeared. The famous actor somehow - talked his way into living with the two, his silver tongue proved useful when debt collectors came and Hellcat talked them down. Goonster was eternally indebted to Hellcat's kindness. When Biff joined the force, Goonster forced Zack to join as well - he had to make sure Biff stayed safe, it was the least the family could do for the man.

Now on the force, Zack stays by Biff's side making sure he doesn't get shot, booked or worse - deported. Despite Biff being fired numerous times, the force just needs people and Biff just happens to be that one person. Zack too has seen a share of disciplinary actions, his violent behavior and alleged criminal connections has put both the men under investigation as they continue to work for PubSec.

I N V E N T O R Y

╬ Standard-Issue Public Security Revolver
╬ Meaford Industries Knuckle Duster
╬ J.Russo Leather Shoulder Holster
╬ McKraven Communications PDA
╬ Ion-Cuffs
╬ Rockefeller Gravity Knife

O T H E R

A sign of what's to come, in a new era.

The Troye Darcy

Ship Manufacturer: Naril Industries

Ship Designation: The Troye Darcy

Ship Class: Blockade Runner

Ship Size: 50 metres.

Ship Crew/Personnel: 5

Ship Armament: 40mm Caseless Plasma Cannon.

Ship Technologies: Anti-missle lasers, fuel efficent engine, twin cased engines.

Ship Appearance:

Other: It's a fast small ship for beating blockades who would of thought.

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Hold a chinese fire cracker in your hands see if you have fingers after it blows... Heh.

The Treasure of Emily Gray

role fucking play.

Who got accepted LORE MASTEER?

Neon Lights

Studio City

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"Well well, look what the dogs brought in."

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_{Studio City, Delmonica Theatre
1010HRs, January 1st 2020.}

Fake ID said, an old world cigar hanging on the thin flaps of skin that were his lips. He brings a zippo to the end of his cigar, the flames from within the device burst into a hue of orange as they ignite the end of the cancer stick. Fake takes the cigar out of his mouth briefly to blow smoke towards the trio. The Cleaners continue to work within the establishment, moving bodies - mostly Slammers but some unfamiliar. "I guess you could say, this is a meet and greet." He smiles, his thick Mexican accent somewhat falters in his speech but it could be chalked up to age, or the radiation. He gives a small curt bow to the women before walking off to sit down on one of the steps. The Cleaners, about a dozen of them, still work away at the stains while some carry bodies away. Two Cleaners begin to clear near the trio, but they don't violate their personal space. The gang of gamblers out on the front doors are still visible, someone one as he raises his arms and everyone stands up to start complaining about it before they get back to playing while some walk off.

"Besides, we needed the place more than Hellcat's crew did. Sprinter likes old world movies, I like the space. We have a big gang, well - we did." He looks over to the bodies being pulled out of the auditoriums. "Sometimes, asking people to leave is too much work. I'm sure you know all about that. Regardless, the show will be on its way soon. Just don't eat the popcorn will ya?" The Theatre still reeks of blood and death, and now cigar smoke as the sounds of the Cleaners wane on into the back ground of the theatre. Fake's cigar emits a distinct black hue of smoke, his hand running over his light stubble.

"The gang could use a few more chicks anyway eh? Hard to work without a woman's guidance."

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_{Studio City, Delmonica Street
1010HRs, January 1st 2020.}

"Ey yo G!"

Three black males approach the skinny pencil neck of a Russian in the alley adjacent to the police car, the men surround the man and all take turns giving the man a hand shake. In the midst of this, the Russian's trench coat explodes a small color of red. The man pushes the last man back "Boys! Boys! Not too rough!" chuckling the man waves the group to his old Darcy 98'. The four door stretched van is parked in the middle of the alleyway. "Lots of Dorph here for you and the boys, you think this is enough?" One of the men who wear about a dozen dreadlocks and a rasta beanie opens up one of the air hypos and inhales it. He immediately lunges for the man in a fit of rage, the other two - unprepared attempt to restrain him as the Russian applies a sedative.

"Aight PetersBURG, we'll take diz shits my man!"

The men continue to talk as they finalize the deal and the two men start reviving their compatriot.

"Ey yo fuck you bitch and your stupid ass fuckin' theatre who the fuck you think you is G? You walk thru a brothas' game? Fuck you, fuck your studio city holla wood lookin' ass you ain't got no movies, no juice, no fame. Fuck you, step on our cards again we'll merk you ya? Ya FUCK YOU."

Spits the largest black man in the group around the theatre as the entire group gets up as Vasilev walks through them to get into the theatre. The man shakes his head as he goes back to his card game, the group of about fourteen do the same as they pick up the dice once again.

Sooner after another man comes up to the group, spitting nonsense to him. Chaz Thunderchuck a scrawny five one punk stood up amongst the group of black guys "Ain't no way you choob, now scram before I bag you myself!". The group laughed and the rest of the crew stood up ready to post the FUCK up if shit was going to go down, some slut had already walked through the game once. Aint no mistakes twice, that's how the saying goes according to some.

The man walked away and everyone relaxed, he was probably a cop anyway no need for a C-SWAT knock this early.

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_{Studio City, Delmonica Street
1015HRs, January 1st 2020.}

"Tag that guy."

Barks the female blond who sits in the driver's seat, mirrorshades covering her eyes as she sits in the police cruiser. The windows roll down an inch as the other office, a brute looking male sticks a paintball gun out the window - aiming for a skinny man in the alleyway. He pulls the trigger, shooting a red paintball - nanomachines at the mans coat. "He's tracked, we'll pass it to vice." Says the male officer. The woman breaks out into laughter before she presses her head against the steering wheel "Fuck those guys." The brute looks over to her "Yea shut it Fusco, hey look at that joy girl going into the theatre - the tits on her!" Fusco groggily looks up at the officer before he grabs her face and turns it to the theatre. "I see! I see! Fuckin' let go Sloan." She yelps as he lets go of her face, rubbing the now sore part of her once pale cheek. Sloan grabs the shades of her eyes, revealing her blood shot pupils. He puts the shades on his face, picking up her joint which has been stinking the car up for the longest time.

"Why are we out here again?" Fusco complains, her eyes now adjusting to the bodyguard and counselor who are walking from the end of Delmonica Street. "The weed right?" Sloan points to the Russian, who they just bought drugs from and tagged for the Vice unit. "No it's like.. Shots fired or somethin' - Hey is that Counsellor Taggart?!" Fusco's jaw drops, despite her high.

"Fuck us, right?" Sloan manages to get out before choking on his next inhale.

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TWISTED.