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Post by Deleted on Oct 3, 2017 14:52:57 GMT -5
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My character goes here.
Maverick Elijah Walker
25 years old
5’5”, 121 lbs.
Though he is short for his age, Maverick is built compact with wide shoulders, making him qualified for police work. He works out regularly to keep himself in shape, and does his best to eat healthy (though it usually does not end well). Even spending time out in the sun, he is pale, being unable to tan. His eyes are smaller than usual and sunken, making him seem ticked off all the time. He has heterochromia, resulting in his right eye being dark brown and left eye being ocean blue. His hair is dark chocolate brown like his eye. After he left home for college, he started to grow his hair out, and now keeps it in a high man bun when he is on-duty. Off-duty, he wears it either in a low pony or low man bun. He has dyed it in the past, and usually tends to create dyed streaks in it every other month (turquoise being his choice color).
On-duty, he wears a traditional officer’s outfit. Off-duty, he wears a variety of graphic t-shirts (usually David Bowie), dark blue skinny jeans, and sneakers. Due to being near-sighted, he wears a pair of circular, wire-rimmed, gold-colored glasses. He switches to contacts when he is at work to keep his glasses from being broken. He sometimes will wear a Steelers ball cap, but not often.
He is the oldest child in his family, and has five younger sisters, ranging from the ages of 15-22. Growing up in a house full of girls meant he was constantly exposed to talk about boys, bras, and periods; this makes him fine with casual talk about female things, much to the dismay of his fellow male officers. He spent a lot of time with his father growing up, as he was the only other man in the household. This created a tight bond between the two, which still lasts to this day. As a child, he loved painting, and still loves to paint as an adult (though he is reluctant to show others what he has done). He is the only single member in his family, making him the prime target of teasing when it comes to relationships. His excuse is that he has not found the right girl (yet).
Trivia
- Though he is dyslexic, he loves to read.
- He plays volleyball on the weekends with friends.
- Originally, he wanted to be a professor in American/English history. However, when an officer visited his high school to teach the students self-defense, he fell in love with the idea of being an officer and pursued it.
- He has a cat named James Bond.
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Post by . on Oct 3, 2017 15:08:29 GMT -5
I have my character done and will post her in a moment, but I thought a little bit deeper about the situation and how does something like this sound?
Your character and his team are sent into the mountains to capture a dangerous criminal. They have him in custody but there's a storm and the team gets split. It ends up being our two characters and the criminal separated from the others. They find a cabin and break in to shield themselves from the storm. We can have them in there for a couple days or something waiting it out and coming up with ideas to get home. Since only one of our characters is actually trained in this kind of stuff, the criminal manages to sneak away and contact his buddies sometime. Well they end up there before the rescue team and end up kid napping our characters and bringing them to a prison in their home country. Our characters then have to like survive and escape this prison and also try to see if they can take down this organization from the inside?
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Post by . on Oct 3, 2017 15:09:00 GMT -5
@battlingfear
Riley Capps - Female - 24
Riley is a rather short woman, standing at only 5'4. Despite this, she has a powerful build and an athlete's body. Her skin is somewhat pale and she burns instead of tans, causing her to slather on the sunscreen the majority of the time when she goes outside. Riley has bright blue eyes and somewhat short golden blonde hair that doesn't fall far past her shoulders. Her skin isn't marred by many marks, though he has a scar across the back of her right hand and a few smaller ones on her wrist from surgery. Riley has a tattoo of a cross on the front of her left shoulder that's occasionally visible depending on which shirt she wears. She got it at the age of 20.
Riley grew up near the middle of the pack in a family with seven kids. She was always one of the leaders of her and her siblings, so nobody had realized that she was working on her little writing project. Her first book was published at the age of 16. The second at 18. And the third at 19. Her family is one of the biggest influences in her life and played a big part of making Riley who she is. She's also ridden horses since the age of 12 as a side hobby that she was able to do in exchange for work since her parents refused to pay for the lessons. She moved around a few times as a child, but around middle school is when her family decided to stay where they were. Riley is currently in school to be a vet as well as writing on the side.
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Post by . on Oct 4, 2017 7:21:06 GMT -5
@battlingfear also my classes end pretty early today and I don't work so I'm totally open to starting if we decide on like where we want to start
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Post by Deleted on Oct 23, 2017 10:48:31 GMT -5
. ;; Finally finished my character profile. Are you ready to roleplay? Could you by chance start us off?
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Post by . on Oct 23, 2017 10:50:16 GMT -5
I'm actually heading to take a Chem test but I could possibly after depending on how fast I finish my pre lab. If not I'd have to wait until after my Chem lab but I could definitely start sometime tonight
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Post by Deleted on Oct 23, 2017 10:51:28 GMT -5
I'm actually heading to take a Chem test but I could possibly after depending on how fast I finish my pre lab. If not I'd have to wait until after my Chem lab but I could definitely start sometime tonight |
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Post by . on Oct 24, 2017 16:11:09 GMT -5
@battlingfear Hah okay so I totally forgot about this and I feel bad. I'm leaving for work and won't be able to start right now. Maybe after work (although I do have a quiz to do) and if not definitely tomorrow cause I only have two classes and no work
So yeah sorry about that I feel bad but I will start *thumbs up*
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Post by Deleted on Oct 24, 2017 17:51:22 GMT -5
. ;; No problem at all !!
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Post by . on Oct 24, 2017 21:51:40 GMT -5
@battlingfear so it actually turns out I'm sick and only started feeling miserable about halfway through my shift? I start tomorrow but I was wondering where we should start? I could have Riley contact Maverick about shadowing him or like right before they start their mission thingy?
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Post by . on Oct 26, 2017 11:57:13 GMT -5
(@battlingfear Okay so I've been sick and struggling to focus to write a decent post so I've been working on this for the past few days and I think it's good enough?)
Riley Capps found herself digging through her dresser in a frenzy one chilly December morning. Why? Well, she knew she'd be making her way to the police station rather than a class or the downtown restaurant that she worked at as a waitress. She'd gotten into contact with Maverick not too long ago and was finally ready to go along with the man on his daily duties. In fact, it wasn't exactly an option any more. No, she needed this.
Her first trilogy had put her out into the public eye as not only a talented author, but a young one as well. Her books sold quickly, flying off the shelves in big city bookstores. Then, seemingly overnight, the frenzy had died. Her books still sold, but at an alarmingly slow rate. She wasn't being talked about anymore (nor was her pen name gracing the 'books' board on any online forums') and she didn't like it. She'd actually enjoyed the sudden outpouring of attention, and was now determined to find herself in the spotlight again. Unfortunately the story of Caspian Rivers was finished and she didn't want to drag it out any longer than natural. It'd ruin his story and her love for his story. Plus, she wanted to try something new. So what was her best option?
A police story. Unfortunately Riley knew next to nothing about how police worked. Instead of spending hours on the computer to look it up (and get distracted by other stuff) she'd remembered an old friend who had taken the path of being an officer. She'd looked him up, found the man's number, and called. The conversation had gone better than expected and Riley was now picking out the perfect outfit to wear. After digging through her dresser and closet, she'd settled on a comfortable and flexible pair of jeans topped off with a comfortable red polo shirt that brought back (not very pleasant) memories of working as a cashier back in high school. She inspected the shirt for stains or wrinkles. Finding one, she pulled it on over her jeans and shrugged. It reminded her of her high school job, but it was comfortable and she liked it.
It would work.
Once she was dressed, Riley took her time to do her hair and makeup before grabbing her purse, her phone, and her keys. She locked the door of her apartment before making her way downstairs and to her car. Once in her car, she turned it on and increased the volume of the radio. The tapping fingers on her steering wheel were the only things to betray how nervous she was, but she fixed the problem by turning the radio up even louder. Music blasted in her car as she rolled the windows down just a crack and pulled out of the parking lot.
Once she was safely on the road, she turned the music down a bit. She now had driving to concentrate on, which would help eliminate some of her nerves. It always did. She kept herself at the speed limit (maybe one or two over at points) because she knew it'd be a bad start to the day if she was pulled over and written a ticket for speeding on her way to the police station.
Ha, that'd be a funny twist of fate, wouldn't it? It'd probably make her lose any respect from the officers before she even started shadowing Maverick. Then she'd be back to square one. Back to the starting line. Back to being a poor college student just trying her hardest to pass some advanced chemistry course that she didn't even know the name for. Yes, Riley was smart. Very intelligent. Graduated top of her class in high school. She did, however, have a disturbing lack of common sense and logic that most people relied on to make it through their daily lives. Really, it was some kind of miracle Riley hadn't been arrested yet. Of course, her penchant for finding herself in sticky situations (and possibly illegal ones) could all be blamed on her brothers. At least, that's what she liked to claim. She was one of the best Capps children. The smartest. The most respectful. It was just that Elijah and Finn (and later on the twins) had influenced her and shown her that it was a lot more fun to do things that, while they usually weren't illegal, were definitely frowned upon. But who wanted to study history and clean their room when you could be our spray painting a giant cat butt on the neighbor's lawn? That gem had been Finn's idea.
She laughed slightly at the memory. Oh, Riley had definitely been a piece of work growing up. She was better now and escaped that stage of her life in decent shape. No arrests. No trouble with police. No suspensions or expulsions, though she did get detention in high school after hitting Matty Thomas with her biology book because he was being a jerk face. It had soooo been worth it though. She had mellowed as an adult, though still showed glimpses of the old fiery spirit that had gotten her in trouble. She was still always up for an adventure and blamed that for the outlandish tales told in her books. She didn't have the resources (or had a disappointing lack of magic in some cases) to go on these adventures for herself, which is why Caspian got to experience them instead of her.
Maybe that's why she found herself gravitating for a more realistic situation with this next idea. It was something that anyone could experience. The thought of being a police officer had always been exciting to Riley, though she just didn't see herself fitting into that role really well. Instead she found herself gravitating towards medicine. She could still help others and tell people what to do (hopefully without being totally blown off) and she'd specifically found herself going down the path of veterinary medicine when she realized that animals complained a lot less than people did. At least, they were less vocal about their complaints.
That brought her to another issue. Riley really wasn't the best with people. Yes, she could interact with others. She wasn't some shy, awkward loser that could barely leave her house. She just didn't enjoy social interaction much unless she was with someone she knew and liked. That's another reason she was going to school to be a vet. There wouldn't be as much interaction with people as there would had she become a doctor.
The police station came into view and Riley slowed her car before turning into the parking lot and finding any empty spot. She parked, checked her phone for any messages, silenced it, and slipped it into her pocket. She paused, hand on the door handle, to give herself a mini motivational speech before pushing the door open and locking the car behind her. She then glanced towards the front door of the police station and pushed her way inside.
She spotted a man in a police uniform rather quickly and approached him. "Excuse me, sir," she began, "I'm here to see Maverick Walker," she said, a pleasant smile on the woman's face as she glanced around her her high school friend. She just hoped she had gotten the day right.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 26, 2017 16:19:24 GMT -5
Don’t tell my heart, my achey breaky heart. Billy Ray Cyrus’ mellow voice rang out from the small radio clock, filling the room. The shirtless man sitting on the messed bed glanced up from his book and huffed. “Achey breaky song,” he muttered, pressing a button on the radio to silence it. The glowing numbers read 6:00 AM, meaning it was time to get up. Pulling himself out of the covers, Maverick’s feet hit the floor with a muffled thump. He yawned, still feeling worn out despite a full night’s sleep. Instead of falling back asleep, he had decided to read. “Now I’m regretting that,” he mumbled to himself. He rifled through a dresser, pushing aside several David Bowie shirts, before finding a clean white shirt. He pulled it on, blinded for only a moment before he pulled his head through the top.
Proceeding with jeans and a white button up shirt with his department’s logos, his thoughts drifted to the day he had received Riley’s call. He had lost contact with her after high school; something he regretted, but not to the point that he tried to seek her out again. That guilt had resurrected when she had contacted him weeks ago about shadowing him as part of a writing project. The idea intrigued him. He had never had a shadow before; only a few trainees had watched him work and asked questions when needed. They had not tagged along on his assignments. Now he was being offered to show what he did for the sake of Riley planning a book on police work.
He had not yet read Riley’s work – heck, he hadn’t even known that she was an author – but had heard good reviews from his youngest sister, Bexley, who was a bibliophile. The name hadn’t registered at the time, but now Maverick remembered why the author of the series had seemed familiar. He was glad to see she was doing so well and had a successful book series. Though the hype had died down, he was certain that she could write another killer book to impress the critics.
“Not I,” he chimed to himself as he polished his glasses and put them on, then adjusted to make sure they fit right. He couldn’t write a book for his life. The first and only book he had written was in middle school, and it had been about Spider-Man fighting an alien tiger. Not exactly killer nor original material. Though, the illustrations had been decent. He had kept up that love for drawing through school, before graduating to painting. Though he didn’t consider it a strong suit, Maverick relaxed when he was working on a portrait or scenery. No point in giving up a hobby just because he didn’t think it was good enough. He wasn’t going to be showing anyone his work any time soon.
He adjusted his tie, making sure it was loose enough to not bother him. Though there was no point to wearing a tie – he would be taking it after he finished up some simple paperwork – he still wanted to look nice. No harm in looking dapper today. Finally, fully dressed minus his shoes, he grabbed his contacts case off his nightstand and jacket from his closet, stuffing the case in his pocket. Flipping off the light as he left his bedroom and shut the door, he made a mental note to fix up his room when he got back home. He trekked down the stairs onto the open lower floor and headed to the left towards the kitchen. He grabbed an apple and two granola bars, sticking the apple in his mouth like a stuffed pig and the bars in his pocket. As he headed towards the front door, he grabbed his keys and stuffed them in his pocket opposite his necessities. He pulled on one shoe quickly, tied it, and did the same for the other as his watch beeped, reminding him that it was time to leave.
Mrrrow.
The familiar meow made Maverick groan. “Forgot to feed James,” he hissed, jogging over to the corner of the kitchen where the tabby’s food dish sat waiting. “Here, tubby,” the man called out, quickly scooping from a bag hidden in the lower cabinet a regular portion of cat food. As it rattled into the bowl, his cat appeared from a hiding spot, purring, before settling into his breakfast. “Bon appetite,” Maverick mumbled before dashing out the door.
With the car started up and himself buckled in, Maverick pulled out of the driveway and headed down the road, keeping himself from speeding. As tempted as he was, it wasn’t exactly appropriate for an officer to speed. Plus, the roads were at risk for ice, with winter having set in. He shivered as he drove, regretting his decision to wear only a light jacket. Tomorrow, he would be better prepared. While he waited for a line of cars to pass, he adjusted his bun, using the mirror as reference. “There.” It was as neat as he could get it. Hopefully, he didn’t look too much like a hot mess. As he drove, he hummed along to the various songs, enjoying the tunes. They were quiet enough to not bother him. However, the music was interrupted by his phone buzzing, and he groaned inwardly. He pushed a button on the dash of his car and said, “Maverick here. ”
“You sound like such a legit police officer. How cute!”
He inhaled through his nose at the voice of his oldest sister, Meghan. “I am a legit officer. And hey, girlie,” he said. “What’s up? I’m kind of on my way to work right now.”
“Just wanted to check in on you, make sure you got a move on.”
“Uh-huh. What else did you want?”
“Bexley’s birthday is coming up. We would appreciate it if you came over to at least have some cake or something. She misses you.”
Maverick pursed his lips, another bout of guilty baggage weighing down on him. “I-I know. Trust me, I do. I promise, I’ll be there. I even have a present picked out.” A lie, but hopefully, Meghan couldn’t see through that.
“Liar. You said you would come by last year, and the only thing you did was send a present. She hasn’t seen you in the flesh for so long.”
“Alright, alright. I’m sorry. I’ll do my best, alright?” His eyes caught sight of the police station up ahead. “Listen, I have work to do. I have an author shadowing me today for her book. Riley, uh… Capps? Yeah, Capps.”
“Oh, the author? That’s awesome! You know, she’s Bexley’s favorite author. Plus, I heard she’s single.”
Maverick grit his teeth, frustration stabbing at him. “Shut up, Meg. You’re not funny. And I have to leave,” he added as he pulled into the parking lot. “Love you. Bye.”
“Mav, wai-” Her voice was cut off as the officer ended the call, parked, and turned off the ignition. Sighing and leaning his head back against the seat, he gave himself a moment to breathe before his watched buzzed at him again, reminding him that it was time to work.
He got out of the car and pressed the button to lock it, satisfied when he heard the familiar chirping. He huddled inside of his jacket, shuddering as the air nipped at him. Jack Frost nipping at your nose. The familiar and soothing lyrics brought back happy family memories, and he entered the station humming. “Hey, Mav,” his fellow officer, Riggs, called out.
He offered the other man a wave and greeting before heading to his desk. With the holidays coming up, many people had begun inviting others out to bars to celebrate the holidays, resulting in assaults, drunk driving, and various other offences. With every bad guy caught came a boatload of paperwork to fill out. As he settled down in front of his desk, he filed through various reports that needed filled. Fun times.
“Walker!”
He bit his lip, keeping himself from snapping in frustration, and glanced up at the voice of his commanding officer, Parker Wilson. The older man was waving him over, and Maverick recognized Riley standing next to him. Here already. That was nice. He left his work and jogged over, putting a smile on so that he didn’t seem too crabby. “Miss Capps,” he greeted, sticking out his hand for her to shake. “It’s good to see you again. Welcome to the station.”
“You’re out on patrol today, Walker,” Captain Wilson pronounced. “I’ll give you your block once you get Miss Capps introduced to your partner and give her a rundown of the station. Meet me back here when you’re done.”
“Yes, Captain.” Maverick acknowledged him with a nod and faced Riley again. “Ready to see the department?” he inquired. “We’ll head out afterwards. You have an informing day ahead of you.”
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Post by . on Oct 27, 2017 13:07:16 GMT -5
@battlingfear
When Riley saw Maverick, she couldn't stop a small smile from crossing her face. She hadn't seen him since graduation. Gosh, had it really been that long already? Man, she really should've worked harder to keep contact with old high school classmates. Honestly, the majority of their classmates had been obnoxious and easy to dislike. Maverick had been one of the few that Riley enjoyed spending time with. She reached out and shook his hand with the firm grip her father had taught her to use. This would be her new first(?) impression on Maverick, so she didn't want to screw it up. Yeah, it wasn't truly a first impression since they'd known each other already, but a lot could change in the many years they'd been out of school. She knew she'd changed. Mellowed, mostly. So it was only fair to assume Maverick might've changed as well.
"And it's nice to see you again, Mr. Walker," she said. She let her hand fall back to her side after greeting Maverick and turned to listen to the captain as he spoke. Patrol didn't sound super exciting, but it was pretty much what Riley had been expecting. It was a big part of being an officer and they weren't going to shove her in some big case. That'd only end up with someone getting shot. Most likely Riley.
After the captain finished speaking, she returned her blue gaze towards Maverick. "I've been ready," she said, before grinning again. "And give me whatever you can." She pulled out a little flip notebook and pen. "I'm here to learn." She did have the excited look of a child heading off to their first day of school. The only difference was she was a little taller and clearly older. She had a purse instead of a backpack and a notebook and pen instead of a coloring book and crayons.
"So, did you read any of my books?" she asked curiously when hey were out of earshot of the captain. While she realized they should focus on work and learning while they were here, Riley found herself convinced she should invite Maverick out for drinks or dinner so that they could catch up with one another. Nothing huge, obviously, but just somewhere that they could chat and learn who they are now.
But for now she had to focus.
Wow, it really was a miracle that she could focus enough to be an author when Riley normally had a pretty short attention span. She moved from project to project without much time in between, and Caspian and his adventures had only come along after a series of failures, mostly due to her losing interest ten pages in and moving on to something new. Once she got the first one done, she was hooked and the other two came of a hundred times easier. She hoed, with whatever she learned while she shadowed Maverick (and hopefully the man's encouragement along the way), she'd be able to pop this one out just as easily. She knew it was a gamble, spending all this time before even thinking about writing, in case she lost interest, but she was going to push herself to finish this one. She'd done it before, she could do it again.
"I also have a few interviews questions for you. So, just let me know when you have time for that. I want to ask about some basic stuff as well as some of the more advanced stuff that I may not be able to see firsthand," she said, flipping to the page she'd covered in questions and reading through them. She nodded to herself and flipped back to a clean page for note taking. She'd wait to break out her questions for when Maverick said he'd have free time to answer them.
She glanced around the police station, already making notes of what she saw and how it appeared to an outsider. She figured she should get stuff like that and first impressions down first. Before she actually learned how the police station worked behind the scenes. She scribbled down a few notes, her hand writing just as unreadable as it had been in high school. All the teachers had hated her handwriting and it had become almost a joke amongst the students and teachers. Not that Riley cared. Her handwriting clearly didn't matter when she'd still managed to earn top grades throughout high school.
It was something, however, her family had always given her a hard time about. She was never allowed to write out grocery lists or food orders when someone went out to pick up lunch or dinner. Her parents filled out forms for her until she was about seventeen. Her writing had improved but her As still looked like Ds and her Os looked like Us, among other problems. The way she saw it was that her handwriting shouldn't matter to others. It only mattered that she could read it. Especially the organized chaos that only she could decipher being used as notes for her books.
She found herself flipping to another clean page, writing down a small to-do list of stuff she'd already thought of. Offer to go out and catch up with Maverick. Contact some other high school friends. Clean up the spare room in her house for Finn's visit. Pick out something for dinner. Homework. The list went on and on and she knew the majority of her day would be spent here, allowing her to do the research necessary for this little project of hers. Well, that was the excuse she'd use if Finn complained about the state of her house. A struggling genius, she'd call herself. A brilliant mind constrained only by time. He'd just snort and turn on Netflix, but she knew he wouldn't cause a huge problem. Riley was a bit overdramatic, so claims like that weren't unusual for the woman.
"So, where's our tour starting with, Mr. Police Man?" she asked, grinning. She couldn't lie about being slightly intimidated. Cops had always made her nervous even if she hadn't done anything wrong. So being in a building with them surrounding her isn't exactly where Riley found herself most comfortable. It had to be done. It was either this or sit at the computer for eight hours and maybe learn one or two valuable pieces of information.
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