demonic_monkey
03-12-2010, 10:25 PM
Name: Erik Koestler (Kest-ler)
Alias: Loki
Age: 25
Sex: Male
Group: FSPD
Rank: Undercover Op.
Appearance: Tall, with a lean buid. His black hair is cut short and his eyes are blue. His warbobe tends to change frequently throughout the story.
Personality: Somewhat bored with his existence as a cop. He finds life lackluster. He hates paperwork. He's hoping to find something more than boredom in life.
History: Always wanted to be a cop, joined the force at the age of twenty-one, and worked his way up to being an undercover operative.
* * *
Erik knocked on the captain's office door. He was summoned inside and took a seat in front of the captain's desk.
"You wanted to see me, sir?" he asked.
"Yes, I did," Captain Halter said. "Koestler, we're undertaking one of our most massive sting operations in years. You've noticed that gang violence has started skyrocketing recently, correct?"
"Yes, sir," Erik said.
"Our informants have told us that there are four gangs currently fighting over their 'turf' in this city," Halter explained. "You and a few others are going undercover to infiltrate these gangs and gather the evidence needed to convict them. We need to keep this city safe, you know. Now, these gangs each have their own ways of identifying each other. The Militia tends to wear modified miltary uniforms purchased at Army Surplus stores. They also have access to all kinds of firearms, even explosives. The Jokerz tend to wear purple somwhere in their wardrobe. They prefer to use knives, but they will pick up guns when they feel the urge to shoot something up. They are also mildly insane. The JRB marks its color as bright green. They are made up of the area's biggest drug dealers. They rely on brute force and will barely ever pick up a gun unless it's to make a point. The Black Widows mark themselves with black...that and being the only one of these gangs that is exclusively made up of female members."
"So where am I going?" Erik asked.
"You are assigned to the Jokerz," Halter said. He rubbed his mustache. "Be careful, Koestler."
"I'll try, captain," Erik said as he left the office. He took the file from Halter's secretary as he passed her desk and began to study it.
* * *
Okay, so there are five sides, which were named above. There are only three undercover slots left, if you want one. The gangs won't be terribly large, maybe only twenty-five people at the most. You can be the leader of the gang, if you so choose, or a member. The Jokerz rule the north side of the city. The Militia rules the south side. The JRB rules the east. The Black Widows rule the west. Try to keep drug references to a minimum. Drugs are bad, m'kay.
* * *
Erik pulled up to his new apartment in his '76 Mustang, which he had just gotten painted again. It was dark purple. He parked and turned off the engine. He took his .45 out of his glovebox and placed it in his shoulder holster. He left the car and went to his front door. He opened it and walked inside. He dropped the file on his coffee table and got a beer out of the refridgerator. He then sat on his couch and propped his feet on the coffee table, the file underneath them.
"This might get interesting," he said under his breath as he pushed a button on his remote.
Alias: Loki
Age: 25
Sex: Male
Group: FSPD
Rank: Undercover Op.
Appearance: Tall, with a lean buid. His black hair is cut short and his eyes are blue. His warbobe tends to change frequently throughout the story.
Personality: Somewhat bored with his existence as a cop. He finds life lackluster. He hates paperwork. He's hoping to find something more than boredom in life.
History: Always wanted to be a cop, joined the force at the age of twenty-one, and worked his way up to being an undercover operative.
* * *
Erik knocked on the captain's office door. He was summoned inside and took a seat in front of the captain's desk.
"You wanted to see me, sir?" he asked.
"Yes, I did," Captain Halter said. "Koestler, we're undertaking one of our most massive sting operations in years. You've noticed that gang violence has started skyrocketing recently, correct?"
"Yes, sir," Erik said.
"Our informants have told us that there are four gangs currently fighting over their 'turf' in this city," Halter explained. "You and a few others are going undercover to infiltrate these gangs and gather the evidence needed to convict them. We need to keep this city safe, you know. Now, these gangs each have their own ways of identifying each other. The Militia tends to wear modified miltary uniforms purchased at Army Surplus stores. They also have access to all kinds of firearms, even explosives. The Jokerz tend to wear purple somwhere in their wardrobe. They prefer to use knives, but they will pick up guns when they feel the urge to shoot something up. They are also mildly insane. The JRB marks its color as bright green. They are made up of the area's biggest drug dealers. They rely on brute force and will barely ever pick up a gun unless it's to make a point. The Black Widows mark themselves with black...that and being the only one of these gangs that is exclusively made up of female members."
"So where am I going?" Erik asked.
"You are assigned to the Jokerz," Halter said. He rubbed his mustache. "Be careful, Koestler."
"I'll try, captain," Erik said as he left the office. He took the file from Halter's secretary as he passed her desk and began to study it.
* * *
Okay, so there are five sides, which were named above. There are only three undercover slots left, if you want one. The gangs won't be terribly large, maybe only twenty-five people at the most. You can be the leader of the gang, if you so choose, or a member. The Jokerz rule the north side of the city. The Militia rules the south side. The JRB rules the east. The Black Widows rule the west. Try to keep drug references to a minimum. Drugs are bad, m'kay.
* * *
Erik pulled up to his new apartment in his '76 Mustang, which he had just gotten painted again. It was dark purple. He parked and turned off the engine. He took his .45 out of his glovebox and placed it in his shoulder holster. He left the car and went to his front door. He opened it and walked inside. He dropped the file on his coffee table and got a beer out of the refridgerator. He then sat on his couch and propped his feet on the coffee table, the file underneath them.
"This might get interesting," he said under his breath as he pushed a button on his remote.