1920's Gangster RP interest thread

[Geminex]

Touche. This will be fun.

[batgirl]

Placeholder spot for a card dealing femme fatale.

[Red Mage Black]

NAME: Benjamin Harmons

AGE: 22

APPEARANCE: Short slicked back blond hair, bright green eyes, modest and borderline innocent appearance. When playing at the music joints or Art's speakeasy, he often wears a shirt and vest combo. A white button-up shirt, red vest, red tie, red pants and black dress shoes.

OCCUPATION: Musician / Information Gathering on the side.

BACKSTORY: As you all know, musicians are hard to come by nowadays, especially ones who actually know what they're doing. Growing up in a family full of them is no exception. They're also easier to talk to, more laid back and generally know what's going on and the latest gossip because of their travels. The speakeasy was quite the place for 'Benny' to settle down. He found it so much easier to find what he was looking for and over the sounds of music, people would try to drown their conversations in the sea of notes.

Growing up with his family, he had studied certain instruments. The violin and the fiddle being just a couple. He found that he had a pension for information gathering when he started playing at the music joints. How people would talk to him about almost anything without realizing it. As a confidant to 'secrets' and 'down low information', he found it quite... satisfying to know that some people would even buy this information for a nice buck. Secrets or not, he often found the info too good to hand over to the police, preferring cash over possible time in the big house.

Though Art's speakeasy came as a good place to earn even more. Art pretty much saw his potential as a covert informant, because musicians often traveled and information in one city or state meant nothing in the other. So he could find out what he needed, inform the boss and earn his due. It's not as hard as one might think. Since some trust the young to never remember it at all or even care for that matter.

OPTIONAL: There's a pistol hidden in a secret compartment of his violin case, but God knows that hes never used one before or even if he even knows how to use one in the first place. There have been enough times though that he has wanted to use it. Though his profession often requires tact, patience, prudence and good diplomacy.

[mauve]

I was kind of planning him to kill people through guttings or strangulations, but otherwise just really creepy. I could do most of it 'off screen' when the opportunity presents itself.

That's fine. I already know you're a fantastic writer, especially at creating fight scenes, so anything you do is bound to be an enjoyable read. I just ask that any killings done onscreen don't get too disturbing.

If you want to refine his character a bit or come up with a new one entirely, that's fine too. I'll leave that up to you.


RMB: I like him! Accepted. Go ahead and send me a PM with the details listed on page 1.

[Overcast]

NAME: Adin Fould

AGE: 28

APPEARANCE: Adin is a fairly easy man to miss, he stands an average height, not fat nor noticably gaunt, his hair is dark brown and easy to manage, worn in whatever style suits him for that day. He keeps himself shaven and will typically be found in a brown suit with a fedora he may or may not wear depending on the ratio of those who are wearing one in the crowd at the time. Though typically his wardrobe will change as he goes through his plans. His eyes are a dark shade of brown, and his skin a light gold that lets him slip around ethnicities in the area. He keeps a rather stoic face, and is never so clean as to be pristine.

OCCUPATION: Adin is a cleaner. A problem solver. If you need to get away he drives very fast, if you need to get rid of a body he knows a deli on call, if you need to move merchandise he knows a buyer. All of this will cost you, but if you have to go to Adin then you've already run out of options.

BACKSTORY: When potential has no room to grow in honest means it will often move to dishonest ones. Such was the case of Adin, poverty stricken and Jewish in the turn of the century. His parents did the best they could to give him every oppurtunity in the new world, but the land was filled with those who would cheat them and decieve. In the end debt began to arrive and it was up to Adin t find some means to save them.

He found his answer under Arthur MacCauley.

He began as a driver, moving people from desperate times when needed. As a means of impressing Mr. MacCauley when the shit really hit the fan he would often go above and beyond to save the situation. Through the people he helped he made connections, friends who owed him a little favor here and there which built to a network of "answers". He was the means to access these answers when problems arose and eventually he became that failsafe for any operation where it was too much not to have him by.

His parents no longer have to worry about swindlers and decievers, their debts are lond since paid. But the city knows the debts owed to Adin Fould.

OPTIONAL: A good strong revolver can save a man if you pull it at the right time. So he keeps one on his person for those special moments.

[krogothwolf]

Name: James "Fifi" McCloud

Age: 26

Appearance: Fifi, as he is called by his friends, is a very large man. One of few words. He has small blue yes and a bald head. He has the build of someone who works out on his freetime. His general cloths are average priced suit with a fedora.

Occupation: Body Guard/Bouncer.

Backstory: James is the son of a steelworker from Detriot. His dad owned the shop that he worked in and had James working there at a young age. It allowed him to develop into the man he was, physically at least. He always got in fights at school, not because he was bully, but because he enjoyed it. If anyone rubbed him the wrong way, he was sure to make them understand that they would do so at their own risk.

His friends gave him the nickname Fifi as it seemed prudent. Anyone else calling them that generally gets the tar smeared out of them. He moved to Chicago when he came of age as he felt restricted in Detroit, and really disliked his workaholic father. Steelworking was not for him. He was looking for something more thrilling then that. He found it as a bouncer at a night club. He quickly developed a name for himself as being one tough cookie and was hired occasionally as a bodyguard if needed. He didn't care who hired him as long as he got paid.

His reputation of cleaning out the undesirables from the places he bounced at is what got him hired at his current job.

Weapon of Choice: Brass Knuckles. Fifi is not much of a gun user, he prefers to pound people into submission. He does have a pistol if he needs it, but he generally avoids it if he can.

[Bard The 5th LW]

Name: Jeremy Carrow
Age: 23

Appearance: Jeremy isn't that physically impressive. He stands at about 5'8, and is pretty skinny. He has long brown hair and green eyes, but he lacks a jaunty hat. He wears brown pants and wears a whit dress shirt under his somewhat oversized brown vest. He carries a a somewhat jumpy personality, and is somewhat skittish.

Occupation: Professional Gambler/Rum Runner

Backstory: Jeremy always loved the thrill of a risk. Even in first grade he like to make bets with the other children around him, even if there was little to bet. While this may have seemed cute at first, it didn't seem like that for long. He eventually got into a spot of trouble in High School, when he was caught running a Gambling operation on Campus. This coupled with several other instances of breaking the rules, got him expelled.

After being kicked out of High School, Jeremy got by by taking odd jobs and taking up part-time work at different places, constantly shifting around jobs. Although he never kicked his habit, at all really. He would constantly be found spending time playing blackjack, poker, or making bets on horse races. Other than tha nasty little habit of his, Jeremy still managed to stay on most people's good side, and generally on the side of the law.

This changed however, when Jeremy's habit caused him to be in a bit of debt towards Mr. McCauley. Jeremy managed to work out a deal though before it got too extreme; he would work as a rum runner for Arthur to pay off his debt and not have his legs broken. He figured it would be a chance he could handle. He is definitely in over his head.

Weapon of Choice: Jeremy doesn't particularly like to get in fights, but he isn't a fool. The reason he wears a vest that is too big is to conceal a sawed off shotgun underneath it, it's cut about as short as it can be and still work. He hopes that he will not have to use it, and so far he hasn't. If things get to close though, he does carry a small pocket knife with him, only about 4 inches long though. To be honest, he prefers to run away.

[mauve]

Bard, Krogo, and Overcast- They look great. Consider yourselves hired! (Or in Bard's case, consider yourself financially indebted!)

Overcast:

...if you need to get rid of a body, he knows a deli....

.....oh god. XD



Bard, you're ready to go.

Overcast and Krogo, go ahead and send me a PM. Details are on page one.

[Krylo]

Originally Posted by Mauve Mage

.....oh god. XD

Eels loves their hot 'ham' and cheese.

[batgirl]

NAME: Julia "Jules" Sandrine

AGE: 24

APPEARANCE: Jules is a tall glass of water. She stands at around 5'6" without her boots on and is a curvy and busty 140lbs. She has dark brown hair, almost black in color, and dark brown eyes. She wears makeup at all times, especially dark red lipstick. When working at the Silver Beetle, she keeps in style, either wearing a gray pants suit that is tailored to hug her figure or a silver flapper dress and headband around her trademark bob and high heeled boots. She is rarely seen without a cigarette on her lips.

OCCUPATION: Card dealer, assassin. Woman can trick deal and shuffle with the best of them and slit your throat 20 minutes later.

BACKSTORY: Jules was born and raised in Chicago to her chemist father. Her mother died during her birth and her dad never bothered to remarry. Her father was a brilliant man who owned his own apothecary shop of wonders. He mixed up brilliant potions and medicines and taught Jules everything he could. She drank it up and was reciting chemical mixtures before she could reach the height of his workbench using her almost photographic memory. Alas, business slowed and her father was having trouble making ends meet. He took out a loan he couldn't repay and was hassled by local gang. He turned to gambling to try and pay his debts. He learned to count cards and practiced trick dealing and shuffling with Jules as his "mark," she learning as he did. One night he played a bad hand and his cheating ways were discovered. He was roughed up and eventually killed. Jules decided to use her skills to eventually find her father's killers and get revenge. She used her looks and her skills at cards to get into the beds of many a man who she thought would lead her to the killers, using her own homemade poisons to get rid of her marks after they divulged any information, or lack thereof. She had heard rumblings of Art's speakeasy, and thought that would be a good place to settle down and work some information, so she went to see him about a job. After playing a few hands of cards with him, she won herself a place at the dealer's table.

OPTIONAL: Jules likes to deal in daggers and poisons of all sorts. Poisons in powdered forms to be slipped into drinks or even poisons coating her daggers. She keeps two dagger in her boots and concealed where her garter is, high on her thigh. She has small vials of various poisons and antitoxins in her purse, as well as a vial of her most potent poison around her neck.