World's Underbelly (OOC - Closed)

[Shinzuu Katame: Her Tolfy]

Organized crime has gone up in recent decades, and despite a fairly stable government and crack down on law enforcement, many major cities around the world have become crime dens where many illegal activities are carried out. However, here in Boston, you live in one of the top crime hubs in the world. What you don't know is that despite how long you've lived here, and no matter what walk of life you came from, you're about to be roped into this world's underbelly, one way or another.


RULES:
Okay, so just some basic ground rules. Please post fairly regularly. If you can't, please give a heads up so we can work around you. We don't want this RP to get stale. Also, please write more than just a sentence or two. Make it engaging and detailed. Let's get those creative juices flowing and keep this RP interesting. Finally, we're going to keep this RP at free-post for the moment, but please do give others the time to catch up, so don't post too many times in a row (unless you want to drag out a scene to wait for someone).

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Name: Shinzuu Katame
Age: 32
Sex/Gender: Male
Species: Wolf-tiger hybrid
Height: 6'11"
Weight: 250
Occupation: Unemployed
Personality: Not one to mince words and doesn't like wasting time with useless talk. Really doesn't care what people think and is always straight to the point and blunt. While he never shows it, he is a big softy, even when he is being an absolute asshole.

Attire:Black military BD's, a tank top and wears a brown, leather jacket if it's cold outside.

Background: A military veteran that was medically discharged after falling into a deep depression when his wife and child were murdered in their home while he was deployed overseas. Outside of daily visits to the firing range, he mainly sulks at home, either polishing his 9mm Beretta or lifting weights to push his thoughts out of his head, almost always accompanied with some whiskey. He sold his home after his discharge and lives in one of the inner-city apartments, getting regular checks from the government on a weekly basis.

[Rayleonarde]

Name: Valentine Blackburn
Age: 20
Sex/Gender: Female
Species: Raccoon
Height: 5' 10''
Weight: 100 lbs
Occupation: Unemployed/Street Performer
Personality: Quiet unless spoken to. She looks upon the world as a broken soul, but behind dull eyes lies a vengeful, ruthless spirit.
Attire: Tattered white shirt under a dirty, tattered, olive drab parka. Wears fingerless woolen gloves and a real beat up pair of boots when it's cold.
Background: Valentine was one of the four Blackburn children. Her father, Edwin Blackburn, had been a violent, cruel, and particularly successful crime lord a few decades ago. Rumor had it he once ran the majority of the town, before he was thirty. But, the old raccoon couldn't hold his power as he aged and, at the ripe age of eighty-three, had been executed by several of his lieutenants while sunbathing in his vacation home in the Florida keys. With the head of the beast severed, the Blackburns were stripped of their power and left to their own devices. Ronnie, the eldest, was able to call in a few favors and got himself a cushy executive position with a private security firm. Jayce and Rayleonarde, second and third oldest, went into business with a pharmaceutical company.
But what of Valentine, the youngest?
With very little in the way of experience, clout, or even power, Valentine had taken a part-time job with a small time business as a clerk, barely making enough to survive. She hoped her exodus and short life would've left her as a whisper of a rumor, but her father's enemies were vengeful and malicious. She was tracked down, taken as a hostage, and eventually sold as a sort of trophy. However, around three years ago, Valentine was freed by a kind-hearted newblood. She quickly vanished into obscurity, disappearing onto the streets of Boston with nothing to her name.
She now lives on the street, trying to survive from day to day. Often, Valentine works at a local grocery to make a little cash.

[Shinzuu Katame: Her Tolfy]

Background for your character, Rayleonarde?

[Rayleonarde]

Sorry! Sometimes, I can't read.


But, hopefully, that covers it.

[Inb4Cloaker]

Name: Zahil Camillo
Age: 23
Sex: Male
Species: Tabaxi
Height: 6'2
Weight: 149 Pounds
Occupation: Spanish Cartel Organizer

Personality: Unpredictable and somewhat materialistic. Loud, well organized, and above all else? Sarcastic. He isn't afraid of drawing attention to himself, and seeks to bury those he can't enlist to his cause.
"Now, amigo you can continue to work for us, and as a bonus I will give you this Zeta brand machete. Or, you can quit, and I will beat you with this Zeta brand machete."

Attire: Zahil prefers to dress in a manner that best represents him. He can usually be seen wearing button up shirts with tropical or floral designs when he isn't in a well kept suit. His pants are usually simple black dress slacks, and his shoes are a matching color in leather. The feline also sports a pair of black aviators and a dark grey military beret atop his head. A grim reminder of the past he experienced. Lastly, should the feline be agitated enough, he will be seen wearing a black bullet proof vest accompanied by a highly engraved Carcal handgun tucked into his waistband.
"They what? Oh, no, it's fine. I don't mind losing shipments really... Martinez please go get Maria and make sure she is loaded. We are gonna pay our friends a visit."

Background: Zahil originated in a remote location, far south and beyond what normal people would assume to be "the law." His life was unremarkable, and after several years of working on plantations under brutal conditions, he finally got the chance he was waiting for. Long story short, the government, guards, and everyone else who oppressed him were removed forcefully during a revolution. For his participation, he was awarded an opportunity in the business that was being organized. After a few people made threats, some money was exchanged, and a plan was revised, Zahil found himself where he is now. Sitting at a comfortable desk in his comfortable clothes in a nice, slightly guarded home. Now, he spends his days looking for deals to make, people to enlist, and ways to influence his control in the area his boss designated him to keep watch on.
"Man, lemme tell you. I don't have a lot of fears right? Oceans, sure. Stupid people, definitely. But that's about it. Except the boss. I'd sell someone's first born before I disappoint him. I'm not going back to where I started."

[Hunter568]

Glad to see this rp!

Name: Hunter Karloff
Age: 18
Sex: Male
Species: Red Wolf
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 200 lbs

Occupation: Paperboy/Works at a local boxing gym

Personality: Withdrawn and quiet, somewhat introverted and prefers being alone.

Attire: Typically wears a faded green hoodie and jeans.

Background: Hunter once had a promising academic career and high hopes of attending university and studying law, but ended up dropping out of high school to work full time and take care of his sick uncle (who was his only guardian). He's highly motivated, but financially struggling and frustrated with his situation and his own wasted potential. He works two jobs to try to make ends meet, and wishes he had some better way to make money. To blow off steam, he spends the little free time he has training at the same gym he works at.

[Mikala]

Name: Natalia "Kitty" Karloff
Age: 18
Sex/Gender: Female
Species: Tabby cat
Height: 5'2"
Weight: 130
Occupation: Waitress at a bar

Personality: Surprisingly cynical for how young she is. She's used to getting her way, all the way, due to her strings of hapless admirers.

Attire: Working at a bar in a crime town, the uniform is a logo covered crop-top and some shorts that can barely be classified as a clothing item. When on the streets of the city she wears a leather jacket that ends at her midriff and distressed denim jeans. She has several piercings, three on each ear and one on her belly button. She has a tattoo of a dragon on her back, with wings spread on her shoulders and upper arms and the tail barely visible under the jacket's edge.

Background: Natalia was born far from Boston in an Eastern European country on the brink of a great war. Her family was wealthy, and she and her older brother, Antonio Karloff, were raised in luxury until she was 10, when the Russians invaded. Slowly but surely they started sending people away, and subjugating them. Her parents, being prominent members of the community, couldn't just disappear. Them being missing would jeopardize any of them escaping. So little Antonio and Natalia were sent out of the country alone, with as much money as they could conceal on their person. Antonio was only 15. The smugglers promised the Karloffs that their precious children would be taken to their family in California, however when they arrived in Boston, they were separated and sold to the highest bidder. Natalia was purchased yet again by a powerful, wealthy family. They could not have children of their own, and wanted to give this young, scared child a new life. However, Natalia, scared and anxious for the loss of her brother, ran away almost immediately and lived on the streets until this very day. A picture of her still exists in the missing child repository, as the kind people that adopted her were concerned for her well being. She started working when she was 14, and now lives in a small apartment, and drives a motorcycle to and from work. She has a steady string of admirers whenever she feels like a new purse or a free meal. Taking advantage of people's misplaced generosity isn't a crime, now is it?

[Shinzuu Katame: Her Tolfy]

And we are a go!

https://www.thefurryforum.com/forums/index.php?topic=40365.0

[Aldrea945]

May I?

Name: Wiska Kerdy ("Whisker")

Age: 26

Sex/Gender: Female

Species: Maned Wolf

Height: 5'7"

Weight: 86 lb (Very slender, little muscle)

Occupation: Pickpocket, spy, hired hand, whatever suits her best for a situation.  Never works a job with ties.

Personality: Personable with a distance, cunning, quiet, runs solo.  Cruel, but not within sight and only when it won't come back to bite her. She likes the thrill of getting something illegal, but skirts the fight.  Works a scene like a car salesman - you'll never remember the face that sold that lemon, but you'll miss the money they took.  Might not even get the right name.


Attire: Black shirts, cargo pants, light but sturdy boots when she's working.  Short belted dresses and gladiator sandals when in leisure time.  Hats only when required.

Background: Whisker doesn't care to talk about the past, and when she does, the story might be a story to string a customer along - or string them up.  She works back alley deals for easy cash, and doesn't care much for territory.  She's not messy, though.  She'll do her business - trading knockoff watches, moving cargo from boss to boss, making someone disappear - and walk away without leaving prints.  Better hold that purse close.  You'll never see it disappear.


I'll let you know if I need to drop out.

[Shinzuu Katame: Her Tolfy]

Welcome to the RP!

[Shinzuu Katame: Her Tolfy]

Sorry for the late post. I wasn't feeling good the last two days.

[Aldrea945]

I hope you feel better soon. 

[Shinzuu Katame: Her Tolfy]

Thanks, Aldrea. Just letting you know, keep an eye on the RP as you're going to be introduced in the next post or two that I make. Trying to figure out the pacing.

[Aldrea945]

Gotcha.  Is the post too against that?  I can alter it.

[Shinzuu Katame: Her Tolfy]

A little too soon, Aldrea. I'll be introducing your character in the next post.