Evening, fellow Poisonvillians! I'm Cairo, also known as czolgosz 'round these parts, and I could gush on and on about how excited I am for this game and how inspiring and original and thoughtful its construction is, and how amazing its mods are, but I guess I already did, whoops. TO THE CHARACTERS!
Firstly (and if we're adhering to hierarchy, more importantly), there's Tom Rowley (dragonshoard) the 51-year-old counselor/consigliere to the Capo over at the Two Belles. He is both greedy and miserly to Dickensian extremes — you could call him the Ebeneezer Scrooge of the mafia, or the Grinch Who Obtained Pecuniary Advantage by Deception. Jokes aside, however, he's a miserable old bastard who is no fun at parties, scowls a lot, talks very little (apart from the occasional disparaging remark), and skulks home every night to an empty house where he gets up to god-knows-what. (In the semi-darkness, because he's too cheap for proper lighting.) Other notable things about Tom: he was injured in WWII, and walks with a pronounced limp; unlike most high-ranking members of the mob, he is neither family nor Italian, instead hailing from a clan of Irish-American grifters; and no one, not even close "business" associates, really counts him as their friend.
Possible plot connections:
Next, at hypocrisies, I've got Mahmoud Zoua (called "Moody"), a 29-year-old detective in the Vice division, and Tommy Ueda (dirtywork)'s partner. He hails from Dearborn, because of course he does, where he was raised to be an upstanding middle-class first-generation Arab/Muslim-American who'd become a crime-fighting dynamo of righteous awesomeness and save lives, banish evil, etc. Then he actually became a cop, was deeply disillusioned, and moved far enough away from his family that they wouldn't have to see him nurse his emotional wounds with the Salves of Immorality. Or more to the point: he has a really absurd amount of sex. Like, pathologically so, but it's 1954 and what is psychotherapy? It kiiiiind of puts him at odds with the laws he's tasked to enforce sometimes, which is um, oops.
PLOT THINGS:
And uhh this is long, so here's my contact info before I dash: dayspavillain @ gmail, and hound sweaters on AIM. That's all, folks!
Firstly (and if we're adhering to hierarchy, more importantly), there's Tom Rowley (dragonshoard) the 51-year-old counselor/consigliere to the Capo over at the Two Belles. He is both greedy and miserly to Dickensian extremes — you could call him the Ebeneezer Scrooge of the mafia, or the Grinch Who Obtained Pecuniary Advantage by Deception. Jokes aside, however, he's a miserable old bastard who is no fun at parties, scowls a lot, talks very little (apart from the occasional disparaging remark), and skulks home every night to an empty house where he gets up to god-knows-what. (In the semi-darkness, because he's too cheap for proper lighting.) Other notable things about Tom: he was injured in WWII, and walks with a pronounced limp; unlike most high-ranking members of the mob, he is neither family nor Italian, instead hailing from a clan of Irish-American grifters; and no one, not even close "business" associates, really counts him as their friend.
Possible plot connections:
- He owns a bunch of run-down properties in Castor Flats, and moonlights as a rather negligent landlord. There are vacancies, if you're interested...
- He's rumored around City Hall to be A Fairly Bad Guy, and one that We Ought to Take Down Someday, though no one really has any concrete evidence as to what Bad Things he's done. Periodically they haul him in over fairly petty stuff, but he always manages to get off lightly. (Mostly because bribes.) If you want to have history there, lmk!
- Two Belles folks: he's been around for about a decade, so even though he's an unfriendly son of a bitch, everyone knows him. To the completely uninitiated, he appears to be a loyal regular, though he doesn't dance, socialize, or even seem to enjoy the music all that much.
Next, at hypocrisies, I've got Mahmoud Zoua (called "Moody"), a 29-year-old detective in the Vice division, and Tommy Ueda (dirtywork)'s partner. He hails from Dearborn, because of course he does, where he was raised to be an upstanding middle-class first-generation Arab/Muslim-American who'd become a crime-fighting dynamo of righteous awesomeness and save lives, banish evil, etc. Then he actually became a cop, was deeply disillusioned, and moved far enough away from his family that they wouldn't have to see him nurse his emotional wounds with the Salves of Immorality. Or more to the point: he has a really absurd amount of sex. Like, pathologically so, but it's 1954 and what is psychotherapy? It kiiiiind of puts him at odds with the laws he's tasked to enforce sometimes, which is um, oops.
PLOT THINGS:
- I feel so weird pimping out my character like this is Snogwarts or those historically-themed Tumblr smut RPGs, BUT it's kind of a necessary thing to do, so I will just put this out there: if you feel your character — young/old, male/female, married/single, gay/straight/bi/whatever — would be interested in Moody for whatever reason, at whatever time, please let me know! He's a borderline addict. He's interested, too. And it opens up doors to the next thing, which is
- Information exchanges, whether witting or unwitting — but probably the latter, since Moody (at this point) still makes an effort to be a legitimate detective. He totally talks in his sleep.
- Criminals he's busted — or tried unsuccessfully to bust — before.
- Colleagues who suspect him. This'll probably be more of a Thing as the game unfolds, I'm thinking? But for now, something to keep in mind.
And uhh this is long, so here's my contact info before I dash: dayspavillain @ gmail, and hound sweaters on AIM. That's all, folks!