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Screen Name: Keyser Soze
Character you would like to play: Harvey Dent
Powers: None
Brief biography of the character's history:
Harvey Dent grew up in Gotham City, raised by his abusive, alcoholic father. As soon as he was old enough, he escaped and left for law school. Becoming a successful attorney, Dent earned a job in the District Attorney's office in New York City, where he tried unsuccessfully to build a case against Wilson Fisk, AKA The Kingpin of Crime.
He was only supposed to be visiting Gotham, attending a fundraising gala. But the murder of Carl Finch at the hands of The Joker left Gotham without a District Attorney, and Dent agreed to temporarily fill the role. But once in office, he realised that he had a chance to finally make a difference, and do some good. He soon declared war on crime in Gotham - focusing on powerful gangsters Carmine "The Roman" Falcone and Sal "Boss" Maroni - and enlisted the aide of Commissioner Gordon and the mysterious Batman as his allies.
He was only supposed to be visiting Gotham....but hasn't left since his return. Perhaps this is where he's meant to be. Harvey Dent has been newly appointed as Gotham's permanent District Attorney. But new challenges - and dangers - lie ahead...
List a few reasons why you have chosen that character:
Harvey Dent is one of the most fascinating, tragic characters in comics. He's someone I've always wanted to play, and in particular I've wanted to re-explore his origins, which this RPG has allowed me to do.
What can you bring to this game?:
Experience, in-depth characterisation, and muffins.
Color and font you plan on using for your character's speech:
Bold
How many times do you intend on posting a DAY IN the RPG:
As much as I'm needed
Please provide a small sample post with original content in the style that you plan to write your character in (must be at least 3 paragraphs long and contain at least 1 line of dialogue):
"You know, it's really the slogan that makes it."
I grip Gilda's hand tightly, and look lovingly into her eyes.
"Of course, I give you all the credit for thinking it up."
She smiles back, that wonderful, life-loving smile that she doesn't show anywhere near enough.
"It's the truth."
The poster adorned the walls of City Hall, and had been spread around the city. Not that I'd needed them. As soon as I announced my intentions to run for the permanent slot of District Attorney, I found out I would be uncontested. That was quite the surprise. While I'd have liked to have really earned the post by campaigning for it, it really meant a lot that the people of Gotham had such faith in me that they could all agree I was the right man for the job. And I am. I know that now.
And so here we are, at my big victory speech, much earlier than expected. Our big victory speech, I should say. Gilda and I, we're in this together. Standing in the foyer of Gotham City Hall, we can hear the bustle of press and onlookers waiting outside. I look over at Gilda, squeeze her hand a little tighter.
"Are you ready?"
She leans forward, and kisses me.
"I'll take that as a yes."
Keeping Gilda's hand held in mine, we walk through the front doors together, and out onto the steps of City Hall.
What a turn-out! I'm blinded by the flash of cameras, and deafened by the cheers of the crowd.
"DENT! DENT! DENT! DENT!"
I step towards the podium. Gilda moves to slip away, to go and stand with Rachel Dawes and the rest of my staff, but I stop her. Grinning to her - and for the cameras - I wrap my hand around her shoulder, and bring her along to the podium with me.
"Thank you, thank you..."
I raise a hand, and the crowd falls quiet.
"I have so much to thank you all for. I thank you for your support and understanding during the difficult times my wife and I recently went through. As you can see, Gilda is safe. Jonathan Crane - the man who kidnapped her - is back in Arkham Asylum, and I'll be overseeing an investigation into how such a dangerous criminal was granted early release from custody. But let's not dwell on that right now. Today is a day of celebration and, as I was saying, thanksgiving."
More applause from the crowd.
"I thank you all for believing in me. For believing that I will do everything in my power to restore Gotham City to its former glory. For believing that I care about doing good and serving the city, rather than exploiting my position of authority for my own ends. For believing what I believe. That together, we can make Gotham better, safer, stronger. Thank you!"
With that, the crowd once more breaks into rapturous cheers, and a flood of questions from the press hit me. But I don't notice any of it. My attention is drawn to the black car driving slowly along the road at the bottom of the City Hall steps. Nobody else notices it. Nobody but me. I'm the only one who seems to notice the car window slowly roll down, and something slowly slide out...
The loud rattle is like an explosion, loud enough to silence even the cheering crowds. What was that, fireworks? There is a brief moment where we're all standing there, Gilda and me and the crowds, sharing the confusion. I look at the car quickly driving away. Then I find myself looking up at the sky. I hit the ground hard.
That's when the crowds start screaming.
My head hurts. I might have cut the back of my head open when I banged it off one of the steps. I'll have to get that looked at. This is rather embarassing, falling over in front of all these people. But there's no reason for them all to panic over a little fall.
With great difficulty, I tilt my head, and see Gilda lying on her back beside me. Then I panic too.
I try to speak, to shout for help. But I can't. I can't find the breath to say anything. I feel damp, clammy. I look down, and see the splotches of dark red on my shirt. They seem to be getting bigger. It's strange, I thought getting shot would be more painful than this. I don't feel a thing. Except my head. That hurts.
Struggling to catch my breath, I become aware of police and medics hovering over me. They're saying things to each other, they don't seem too happy. Jim Gordon's here now. I smile at him. He smiles back.
Then I look away. Over at the panicking crowds. Most of them are struggling, pushing, trying to get away. But one man is standing still, right at the front. He looks familiar. He ought to.
He's me.
He's smiling too. But not like Gordon's smile. There isn't sadness or pity behind the smile. It's empty. His eyes burn with cruelty, a kind of morbid triumph. And I know. I know who it is.
Good boys don't do bad things!
The other me. My dark passenger.
He stares at me, unblinking, and despite my blurring vision, I try my damndest to stare right back. It's only when I feel my hand being grasped that I look away. I turn to find Gilda smiling at me. That smile! It's like the sun and the moon to me. I'm going to miss it.
I try not to notice the bloodstains all over her dress and arms. I just focus on her face, full of beauty, and love for me. I love her so much. I look deep into her calm, peaceful eyes as I close my own. I hear Gilda - my love, my star - say one thing before everything goes black.
"I believe in Harvey Dent..."
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