A man with hard features was the middle man in the operation. He had one job. Get the flash drive with the drug routes from one location to another. That’s all he had to do. Though, sadly for him, he had lost the flash drive somewhere along his walk. It would end terribly for him. The man stepped aside and into an alley, where Yeon was waiting. Yeon and one or two others had been assigned to pick up the flash drive and take it back to the headquarters. “You have what we need?” He asked, spanish accent showing through roughly.
“Of course I do,” the older man answered. His searched through his pockets, but the little flash drive wasn’t there.
“What’s the hold up?” Yeon asked, dark eyes narrowing.
“It’s not in my pocket. I just had it.”
"So you don't have it now," Flint says with an eerie calmness.
( this looks like fun! Can I join?)
(I mean the title says open so I guess you can, it's not my rp though)
(I mean the title says open so I guess you can, it's not my rp though)
( okay.. I'll wait for approval from the owner, I don't want to intrude…)
(You two can! Though I would ask one or both of you could be normal people? We only have one, and a lot of gang members! We should even It out, yeah?)
Actually I was wondering if my character could be a spy, like part of the secret police or something trying to infiltrate and snuff out the Mafia/Gangs?
Name:Forest Jacobs
Age: 21
Gender: female
Sexuality: Pansexual
Preferred Pronouns: she/her
Race: french/ native american
Role (Gang or normal?): normal
Appearance: auburn hair, teal eyes
Usual Clothing: black (semi revealing) tank top, black and white flannel, jean shorts, and dark blue converse
Personality: develop
Fears: being kidnapped and being alone
Talents (try not to have more than 3): jazz singer, actress, good cook
Background: She's a well known jazz singer who goes from bar to bar, singing jazz. She occasionally sings at weddings and dinner parties
Anything else: ( please kidnap her)
Actually I was wondering if my character could be a spy, like part of the secret police or something trying to infiltrate and snuff out the Mafia/Gangs?
(Yeah, that would be okay)
The man gave the pair a nervous look and nodded slowly. “I don’t have it.”
Yeon had the urge to curse or possibly just beat the hell out of the idiotic man. He exhaled sharply and ran a hand across his face. “What’s your ID number?”
“Please don-“
“What is your goddamn ID number?” He snapped in a harsher tone. Yeon wasn’t the type to get hostile easily, but this was a serious matter.
“2870,” The man responded in a shaking tone.
“Right. Now get the hell out of here,” Yeon hissed, and the man walked away quickly. He exhaled slowly again, turning to face the other, who’s name he thought was Flint or something. “This could not have gone worse.”
(I don't know where I should start my character…)
"Yeah, this sure as hell ain't the best." He pauses for a second. "Well, he says he had it, maybe he just dropped it. Could be worth looking around a bit."
(You can always throw him in with Yeon and Flint, if you’d like)
“We could head back the way he came. Hopefully no one picked it up. We would be so dead…” Yeon said, trailing off towards the end of his sentence. Their boss wouldn’t care who lost it, he would take his anger out on everyone in the operation.
Flint nods and heads off, following the route 2870 would've taken. He keeps his eyes on the ground.
(What exactly are y'all doin'?)
(Trying to find a flash drive on the ground, if they don't they're as good as dead)
Yeon kept his head lowered as he followed a few steps behind Flint. Nothing. He said nothing. Oh lord, this was bound to be one hell of a nightmare when they had to report back.
Derrick was going for a walk, it had become just as much a part of his daily routine as brushing his teeth. He kicked small rocks off of the ground he walked on, almost mistaking a small piece of plastic as one of them. He bent down to pick it up, realizing it was a flash drive.
Flint swore quietly. He had reached the location where 2870 wouldv'e picked up the flash drive. He turns to Yeon, hoping to God he had found it.
Name: Kori Torchwood
Age: Looks around her early twenties, actually 34.
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Lesbian
Preferred Pronouns: She/Her
Race: Scottish
Role (Gang or normal?): Undercover spy working for a secret government organization that snuffs out what they consider major threats to humanity, whether it be gangs or even "normal" people. Currently undercover as part of the Gang/Mafia.
Appearance: Ginger, waist length hair, blue eyes, freckles, pale skin tone. About average height, a little shorter, very skinny.
Usual Clothing: Anything colored black. Normally a leather jacket and black cargo pants and shirt along with a toolbelt full of little gadgets.
Personality: Develop
Fears: Insects and solitude
Talents (try not to have more than 3): Can pick any lock, insanely good at close combat, knows how to make just about anything from smoke bombs to antidotes to paper cranes (Don't ask) and can resist almost any kind of torture, and tell whether or not someone is lying along with being a good liar herself. (Sorry that it''s more than three! Please forgive me.)
Background: Spent fifteen years training to do field work, this is her first mission. Her family was killed in a terrorist attack so she wants to bring those who caused her family's death and people like them. She struggled with drug addiction in her late teens but got over it around when she started her training.
Anything else: Has a weakness for chocolate, loves cats, very low tolerance for alcohol, enjoys gymnastics and playing violin. Can't carry a tune to save her life, she's very bad at singing and sounds like a dying whale when attempting to sing. Sorry she's not a very good character, I'm bad at making characters.
(Yep!)
Yeon met Flints gaze, shaking his head slowly. “Nothing. I should have kicked that guys ass…” he muttered. He made his way back over to Flint, a heavy frown on his face. It was a strange look on him, considering he was usually a happy person.
(How will I toss in Kori?)
"Damn it!" Flint kicks the building closes to them in rage, not caring for the pain in his foot. After all, there would be more pain to suffer now that they were empty-handed. "Guess we have to head back now then, huh."
Derrick slid the flash drive into his pocket and continued walking.
(thx!)
Name:Raven Carter
Age:20
Gender:Female
Sexuality:Bi-sexual
Preferred Pronouns:She/Her
Race:British
Role:Normal
Appearance:Pale skin, ocean blue eyes with gold flecks, Black hair, has freckles over her cheeks and nose and has a double-sided piercing on her left ear.
Usual Clothing:Maroon crop top, black ripped jeans, beanie, and converse
Personality:Seems like a cold and unapproachable person, but after you meet her she's a really nice, and sarcastic person.
Fears:Feeling of inferiority, Death, and Heights.
Talents:Drawing, and Fighting.
Background:Develop.
Anything else:I'm terrible at making characters.
