Byrd Man
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Additional to Bond, One mo' 'gin.
The ONE UNIVERSE RPG Application
Primary Character: Detective Chimp
List Of Essential NPC's (Vital To Your Story):
Effie Peters - Detective Chimp's secretary/Girl Friday
Effie assists Bobo through his cases during the day while she attends law school at night
Jake Lonnegan - Short-con grifter operating in Opal City
Jake is a long-time pro in the Opal City area and acts as an informant and occasional helper for Bobo when the job calls for it.
Sgt. Florence Marlowe - Squad Sergeant, Opal City PD
Sgt. Marlowe is a squad supervisor in OCPD's Major Crimes Squad and works/competes with Bobo on cases.
Anthony Di Pasqua - Opal City Mob Boss
One of the last of the old school mob bosses in America, Di Pasqua acts as antagonist and sometimes uneasy ally to Bobo and Effie
David Fitzwaller - Criminal Lawyer and Ambulance Chaser
Fitzwaller is a partner in the legal firm of Fitzwaller, Fitzwaller, Fitzwaller, Fitzwaller, and York. He sometimes employs Bobo and Effie as private investigators on his cases.
Your Main Storyline's Premise:
Detective Chimp solves crimes and tries to reconcile with living in a world he doesn't really belong.
Why Are You Applying For This Character?:
To have fun?
Please Provide A Short Sample Post Using Characters From Your Intended Storyline (At Least Two Paragraphs And A Single Line Of Dialogue):
Bobo T. Chimpanzee, better known to the world at large as Detective Chimp and DC to his friends, ignored the onlookers gawking at the chimp riding on the elevator. He wasn't ignoring them per say. He'd become used to the strange looks and uncomfortable questions after twenty plus years as a hyper-intelligence chimpanzee. That was why he had earbuds rooted firmly in his head and blasting Elvis Costello and holding a pair of index cards. One read "YES, I AM A TALKING CHIMPANZEE. DO NOT SPEAK TO ME UNLESS SPOKEN TO" while the other read "FUN FACT: CHIMP'S ARE 4X STRONGER THAN HUMANS, EVEN TALKING ONES."
His anti-social behavior was due to the fact that he was alone this morning. Normally, Effie acted as a perfect gatekeeper when it came to the obnoxious looks and questions that followed him everywhere. She was able to keep DC from actually having to talk to these people and explain himself, like in this world were people flew and bent steel beams with their minds the talking chimp was the real freak. DC was the first out the elevator when it opened up on the twelfth floor. He tucked the index cards into his jacket, along with the earbuds and his phone, and strolled past the receptionist before she could get the second Fitzwaller out of her mouth.
"'Fitzwaller and Associates,'," DC said as he walked into the corner office of David Fitzwaller. "That took two seconds to say, as opposed to the sixteen seconds it takes to get out 'Law Offices of Fitzwaller, Fitzwaller, Fitzwaller, Fitzwaller, & York.'"
"Tell that to my brothers and sisters," Fitzwaller said as he stood up, reaching across the desk to shake DC's hand. "My sister wanted to take her husband's last name, which would have made it 'Fitzwaller, York & Associates' and the rest of us didn't want to be just associates and Peggy doesn't want to go back to Fitzwaller so here we are."
"Here we are," DC nodded. "Which is where?"
"Where's that pretty little sidekick of yours?" Fitzwaller asked with a raised eyebrow.
"She's got class, unlike you."
"I'm wounded, DC. I'm the classiest guy I know."
DC's eyes darted around the room filled with cheesy advertisements of Fitzwaller's personal injury business. "Fitzwaller $how$ You Dollar$!" was written in green underneath Fitzwaller's face. Dollar signs were placed in his eyes.
"Yeah... classy. What's this about, Dave?"
"This right here."
Fitzwaller passed DC a manilla folder. He flipped it open and saw the mugshot of a young black man. Beneath the photo was a series of legal documents and police reports. An arrest report identified him as Kenneth Boyd, twenty-five years old, from the eastside of Opal City. The back sheets of paper showed Boyd's criminal history. There were three total pages, mostly drug charges but a few assaults with a deadly weapon and one attempted murder... back when he was fourteen.
"Nice guy," DC said after closing the file. "You trying to set me up, Dave? This guy needs a little more hair before I even consider it."
"Didn't know you were a necrophiliac, DC. Young Mr. Boyd here died early this morning."
"What's your interest in it?"
"Fitzwaller, Fitzwaller, and... everyone else were representing Mr. Boyd. He was arrested recently for, what else, drug dealing, and he was out on bail awaiting trial. It's not good business for our clients to get murdered and--"
"Knowing the OCPD like I do, they're going to soft ball this one," said DC. "A drug dealer dies and nobody really gives a $&*# about it."
Fitzwaller shrugged before nodding. "That's the long and short of it. Interested? We'll pay you well, DC, you know we always do."
DC stared at the photo of Boyd. Was he a scumbag? No doubt about that at all. But did that mean he deserved to die? DC drummed his fingers on the desk and finally nodded.
"I'll see what I can do."
For Reference, Post A Picture Of How Your Character's Going To Look:
The ONE UNIVERSE RPG Application
Primary Character: Detective Chimp
List Of Essential NPC's (Vital To Your Story):
Effie Peters - Detective Chimp's secretary/Girl Friday
Effie assists Bobo through his cases during the day while she attends law school at night
Jake Lonnegan - Short-con grifter operating in Opal City
Jake is a long-time pro in the Opal City area and acts as an informant and occasional helper for Bobo when the job calls for it.
Sgt. Florence Marlowe - Squad Sergeant, Opal City PD
Sgt. Marlowe is a squad supervisor in OCPD's Major Crimes Squad and works/competes with Bobo on cases.
Anthony Di Pasqua - Opal City Mob Boss
One of the last of the old school mob bosses in America, Di Pasqua acts as antagonist and sometimes uneasy ally to Bobo and Effie
David Fitzwaller - Criminal Lawyer and Ambulance Chaser
Fitzwaller is a partner in the legal firm of Fitzwaller, Fitzwaller, Fitzwaller, Fitzwaller, and York. He sometimes employs Bobo and Effie as private investigators on his cases.
Your Main Storyline's Premise:
Detective Chimp solves crimes and tries to reconcile with living in a world he doesn't really belong.
Why Are You Applying For This Character?:
To have fun?
Please Provide A Short Sample Post Using Characters From Your Intended Storyline (At Least Two Paragraphs And A Single Line Of Dialogue):
Bobo T. Chimpanzee, better known to the world at large as Detective Chimp and DC to his friends, ignored the onlookers gawking at the chimp riding on the elevator. He wasn't ignoring them per say. He'd become used to the strange looks and uncomfortable questions after twenty plus years as a hyper-intelligence chimpanzee. That was why he had earbuds rooted firmly in his head and blasting Elvis Costello and holding a pair of index cards. One read "YES, I AM A TALKING CHIMPANZEE. DO NOT SPEAK TO ME UNLESS SPOKEN TO" while the other read "FUN FACT: CHIMP'S ARE 4X STRONGER THAN HUMANS, EVEN TALKING ONES."
His anti-social behavior was due to the fact that he was alone this morning. Normally, Effie acted as a perfect gatekeeper when it came to the obnoxious looks and questions that followed him everywhere. She was able to keep DC from actually having to talk to these people and explain himself, like in this world were people flew and bent steel beams with their minds the talking chimp was the real freak. DC was the first out the elevator when it opened up on the twelfth floor. He tucked the index cards into his jacket, along with the earbuds and his phone, and strolled past the receptionist before she could get the second Fitzwaller out of her mouth.
"'Fitzwaller and Associates,'," DC said as he walked into the corner office of David Fitzwaller. "That took two seconds to say, as opposed to the sixteen seconds it takes to get out 'Law Offices of Fitzwaller, Fitzwaller, Fitzwaller, Fitzwaller, & York.'"
"Tell that to my brothers and sisters," Fitzwaller said as he stood up, reaching across the desk to shake DC's hand. "My sister wanted to take her husband's last name, which would have made it 'Fitzwaller, York & Associates' and the rest of us didn't want to be just associates and Peggy doesn't want to go back to Fitzwaller so here we are."
"Here we are," DC nodded. "Which is where?"
"Where's that pretty little sidekick of yours?" Fitzwaller asked with a raised eyebrow.
"She's got class, unlike you."
"I'm wounded, DC. I'm the classiest guy I know."
DC's eyes darted around the room filled with cheesy advertisements of Fitzwaller's personal injury business. "Fitzwaller $how$ You Dollar$!" was written in green underneath Fitzwaller's face. Dollar signs were placed in his eyes.
"Yeah... classy. What's this about, Dave?"
"This right here."
Fitzwaller passed DC a manilla folder. He flipped it open and saw the mugshot of a young black man. Beneath the photo was a series of legal documents and police reports. An arrest report identified him as Kenneth Boyd, twenty-five years old, from the eastside of Opal City. The back sheets of paper showed Boyd's criminal history. There were three total pages, mostly drug charges but a few assaults with a deadly weapon and one attempted murder... back when he was fourteen.
"Nice guy," DC said after closing the file. "You trying to set me up, Dave? This guy needs a little more hair before I even consider it."
"Didn't know you were a necrophiliac, DC. Young Mr. Boyd here died early this morning."
"What's your interest in it?"
"Fitzwaller, Fitzwaller, and... everyone else were representing Mr. Boyd. He was arrested recently for, what else, drug dealing, and he was out on bail awaiting trial. It's not good business for our clients to get murdered and--"
"Knowing the OCPD like I do, they're going to soft ball this one," said DC. "A drug dealer dies and nobody really gives a $&*# about it."
Fitzwaller shrugged before nodding. "That's the long and short of it. Interested? We'll pay you well, DC, you know we always do."
DC stared at the photo of Boyd. Was he a scumbag? No doubt about that at all. But did that mean he deserved to die? DC drummed his fingers on the desk and finally nodded.
"I'll see what I can do."
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