Out-Of-Character (OOC) Section
IGN: kamxoxo
Describe your activity on the server:
My activity on the server has had an increasingly vast range over my last 3 years of playing experience, through this I’ve gained skills, confidence and a reliance in roleplay that I adore holding.
First of all I want to say that I generally can be on throughout the time bracket of 9am-9pm in my timezone (GMT/ BST) and the only things that interrupt this are things like college, OOC life, and my musical career which at the moment, is slow, if I know there will be any chance of inactivity that will be immediately brought to your attention.
Academic Roleplay:
Throughout my time in SRP, and through my time on this server I have been in Academic factions. The first of which was - alike most - Highschool Councillor in June 2024. With this I learnt some rather valuable things that I don’t think are seen enough, I learnt the way that things like discord, logs and channels go about when in a faction - as well as some basics about expectations and twisting your characters to fit the faction you are joining. Next, of course I joined Professor, back in late June 2024, I didn’t stay here for long however as activity matters alot to me, and not being able to do anything with my role and faction, and not having anyone attend lessons was becoming more and more draining. The same story went for around Mid-October 2024, I tried to expand to the more active side of Academic roleplay, moving towards being a teacher as there are more grade-12 students and more people willing to go to class there. Being in this faction taught me ALOT. From time-management skills, to scheduling and to making sure that logs and things like planned out lessons commands and events were held to their best abilities. Overall, whilst it was short lived my experience in Academic Roleplay meant that I could improve on skills that I barely had at the time.
GovernmentRP:
In terms of Governmental Roleplay, I have small experience in terms of factions, but vast on my knowledge and time spent there. First off, I worked back in mid 2024 as a Governor. This job role allowed me to fully experience what it felt like to be pressured by quota, that was entirely based on the activity of others. Being in this job meant that I had to be on when active to allow myself to be the one that people come too. One of the hardest things about being a Governor was that it was being basically a public representative of the Government and Town Hall, asking questions and things like that and advertising the Town Hall and asking questionnaires. Without other players on, my job could not function and I had to make use of scheduling, time planning and being on when called on to make sure that I could last here. Sadly due to a huge decrease in my physical health I left the faction, whilst this was sad, it did teach me alot and heavily motivated me to move to my next one, KPD. Now, KPD deserves it’s own story about how much it helped me in the scene but I think that KPD was the perfect match for how I was in terms of roleplay, and building on my skills. Now, whilst I’m not here sitting saying that if I could go back to KPD I would, I am saying that it helped me out largely to become the player I am today. KPD helped so much with things like logs, understanding rules, etiquette and ways to go about roleplay that I couldn’t have seen before, as well as expanding to things like remembering commands, codes and laws at a constant. This meant that KPD highly engaged my knowledge and meant that I could be constantly put to use for my brain, as well as still carry out one thing I always will be passionate about, CombatRP and utilising weapons. After this, I spent a short time in EMS. This wasn’t particularly suited to me, nor was it within my normal regime of roleplay, and so this only lasted a couple months but I do think this gave me far more experience with DetailRP, hands on experiences and alot more to deal with than I did in factions before - that I found exciting.
CrimeRP:
Obviously the most important part of this segment, CrimeRP has always been something I’ve either listened out for or been actively engaged in since late 2022 when I joined. First of all, throughout the first year of my time in CrimeRP I moved around in gangs quite a bit, spending time in Scorpio, Bonten and Valhalla for the first major part of my activity. These I gained nothing but low ranks due to my activity, but they all taught me plenty on things like how to act, rules, large situations and displaying activity and showcases. After this, I moved to Black Dragons, gaining nothing but mid-tier ranks but learning how to do things like large-scale detailrp, (Something I still pride myself on) working through situations and allowing myself to better my characters to deepen roleplay. One of the longest gangs I was in after was Parabellum, a gang still active today. Around this time I began being a Bounty Hunter, I believe for a short period of time I worked as Fight Club Security and I communicated more with BMD’s. Within Parabellum I was Defense Captain of the turf, making sure that people and recruiters were working to the best of their abilities to defend the Speakeasy turf post-capture, and to make sure no-one else was still interrupting us. With this I would hold trainings, meetings and everything else in-between to keep this gang as active as possible, communicating with other higher-ups and vice-captain to make sure this gang ran as smoothly as it could. As well as this, after leaving Parabellum to join KPD (failing at this time BTW) I would continue onwards to what I see as my greatest achievement, being BMDA. I worked alongside Cap and Koly as a BMDA for a short amount of time, I believe being hired by Cap and more roleplaying with Koly. Within this time I did quite a few little bits of roleplay, things like getting stabbed by Koly and little sidequests to help them around. In Mid-March 2026, I continued to try fufill out this dream, leading to me working alongside Koly with some intel, getting closer to DarkEclipic with KA Auto’s and being a part of it! I think it’s very safe to say that CrimeRP has had a huge impact on my roleplay style, and is somewhere extremely homely to me.
Specify your Discord username and if you have a microphone:
mckamsym, I have a microphone and I am more than happy to join VC!
Specify your country of origin and time zone:
GMT / BST, I resides within the United Kingdom.
What are your motivations in applying for the black market dealer role?:
My main motivation roots from the amount of time and passion I put into crime. Throughout my entire experience in SRP I’ve always tried to be involved in the Crime community some way, from being in gangs, to being in black market organisation to allowing myself to listen in and try know whats going on in the limelight and in the obvious. I have always held a huge passion for this part of SRP, and know that can be used alot in the Crime Community and in your team. As well as this it’d fit with my character so well, having someone that stemmed from a criminal background, with a hatred for his father (explained in the backstory further down the line), being an ex-millitant and ex-police officer, this character has alot of lore that would lead up to him fitting this job perfectly, as well as being involved in the crime scene for a long time too. I’m also largely interested in the roleplay that is hidden behind this faction, what goes on with interactions with gangs, leads of the black-market and relationships between dealers. As well as this, the ability to allow myself to be more open with my character, dive into deeper lore and have more opportunities to roleplay with other gangs, BMD’s and associates is extremely intriguing, its a side of roleplay I can’t exactly reach currently. I yearn for that. As well as this, I am a performer and always have been, whether that in music, acting or in this case roleplay. The character that I wish to bring to the table fits this amazingly, and I’m planning on putting so much more lore behind him than there already is.
What helps you to stand out from other applicants & what can you uniquely provide to the team?
This is always a tricky question to answer, I know for a fact that everyone brings something new but here is what I bring to the table.
WIP
What previous experience do you have in working with a team?:
For starters, being a Higher-Up in two gangs now, Manifestto and Parabellum has allowed me to know what working in a team is like. Working with Parabellum was my first place in a higher position, and was one that I don’t think I reached my full potential within. For starters, I worked as the Defense Captain and it was my complete job to make sure the turf we were looking to claim (Speakeasy, now The Crypt) was under our utter control. I was in the position of making sure people were going, holding trainings on how to defend and how to fight for those new to the scene. As well as this, within Manifestto I worked my way up the ranks to a point where I was the Lord Commander. To me, this meant I could be a little bit more flexy and innovative with my point in the Gang. I took this time to allow a division system to be put into place, as well as before helping with things like a Strike Log, and certain management functions that were just missing within the Gang. Additionally, I’ve worked in many gangs in the past, many of which where events, trainings, and just day to day activity relied on teamwork. I know the importance of it and I know how much that skill is needed in the crime community.
As well as this, I worked within the Bounty Hunting subfaction for on and off for the time that it lasted. I spent the majority of the time here working almost intel, and on action. However, one time I worked with bheom and assisted to take down someone on a mission, and heavily assisted with that and we worked to find, hunt and execute the permissions necessary. This subfaction taught me alot about teamwork, how the crime community works and started me off with connections to BMD. To continue from that, I worked for a short amount of time in Fight Club as a Security, whilst I only attended a single event due to my physical and mental health at the time, this was an amazing place to be and an almost life-changing event for me to take part with on the server. Later than this, I worked as a BMDA underneath Koly and Cap during his time in this faction. This is an event that went on for a while up until my next point, KPD. But within the time of being BMDA I got so used to the roleplay aspects, being sent on missions and the importance of so many different aspects of CrimeRP, something I simply wasn’t used too before! It was a truly ethereal experience, and even to date I’m doing alot of roleplay with Koly and is something that I’m genuinely excited and happy to do!
KPD is an honourable mention within this part too, even though this is a BMD application it is very much worth talking about. KPD is one of the very few factions that rely entirely on teamwork. Patrols, missions, arrests, and even desk work are all things that often need the help of your fellow members. This faction also helped me learn how to build chemistry with people, learn different RP styles and absolutely knuckle down on the importance of DetailRP.
What suggestions do you have to help better the crime faction?
This is more an event idea than anything, and is one I placed in my BH application a while back.
KPD x BMD!
The basis of this is that the KPD and BMD are forced to work together to take down a target, ideally the Commisioner to due to corrupt state and maybe even murder of a BMD that lead to this outrage. To do this, KPD would speak to a BMD or someone they know is associated already in prison, begging for the contact on terms of release from prison. This would then lead to BMD being called, ideally at an opening about the Commisioner, and a meeting is requested from the Captain and the two people meet. This then leads to a large manhunt where the largest criminals, the bravest police are all working together to take down their own sworn enemies. It allows for relationships, rivalry and competition that is never seen before in this crime community!
This is just personal to me, but a separate thing I want to do is recruit people ICLY through the means of interaction when it comes to things like (if I get my own sub-faction, for example working in fight club or KA), whilst the application process may be used for when RP is slow, working through things like BMD deals, gang interactions and roleplay interactions to find and recruit people will allow for far more roleplay involved with the faction, as well as making people feel their own character and roleplay is more valued.
Are you familiar with all rules pertaining to weapon profiles, combat, permissions, and player conduct on the server?:
More than anything, after being around for so many years and being often focused around this form of roleplay, I am more than familiar with everything to do with combat permissions, player conduct as well as weapons - both the KPD side and BMD side.
Are you familiar with that if you leave the black market at any point, the black market lead will have permanent kill permissions on your character?:
That seems fun, yes of course.
Are you familiar with that if your character(s) is/are killed or permanently arrested twice, you will be removed from the black market?
Whilst I’ve never seen this in action, I do know this is a rule and it seems completely fair enough.
Are you familiar with that you cannot reveal any out-of-character plans or potential addition to the black market to others?
I will sign an NDA if I have too, yes this brings so much more excitement and suspense to the crime industry.
In-Character (IC) Section
Full Legal Name: Vihaan Mues
Criminal Alias: “AFAIRO”
Age & Occupation: 28 | KA Auto’s Mechanic
Gender & Marital Status: Single, Male and within 5 miles radius.
Ethnicity & Race: Greek | Caucasian
Known Languages: Greek, Japanese, Russian
Former Associations/Occupations: Well, let’s take it from the top. I’ve been within a few gangs before, Parabellum, Manifesto and yet - there’s one theme. Betrayal. I’ve spent alot of my time in those gangs helping BMD to listen to them and to spy in on them, acting as a message man for all the intel of their needs. I worked in KPD as well, you know the thing we all hate but love when we have too. I worked in EMS for a little while, that didn’t last long - the sight of a scalpel was too good for me. I worked two terms as a Black Market Dealer’s assistant, first for GUARDIAN and next for MARIONETTE. I worked with Fight Club in the past, working on the doors with an old gang, as well as being in Bounty Hunting. In my current works, I work as an Illegal Street Racing Affiliate, working to fix the cars that the racers fuck up.
Highest Level of Education: I completed a PHD in Psychology.
Physical/Mental Ailments:
W.I.P
Known Family Members: N/A orphaned.
Describe your character's appearance to the greatest detail:
You can look at this man and see the quiet weight of someone who has lived more and longer than his years ever suggested. He is lean rather than imposing, built with a sort of restraint, nothing excessive and nothing wasted. His posture is controlled, aware constantly of the space that his body occupies. Even when relaxed, there's a tension held beneath the surface, a readiness that never fully leaves him. This man won't sit and sprawl out on your sofa, he'll settle. His hair falls softly and unevenly in waves, dark brown with a warm undertone that catches the light everytime he moves. It's often untamed, brushing against his eyes no matter how many times you push it back, giving him an unintentionally disheveled look, as though grooming was always a secondary concern to his vigilance. There's something boyish about it, a reminisant memory of who he was before life sharpened him straighter than any chef's knife imaginable. But contrasts heavily with the stillness of his expression. His eyes are the most telling feature, of course like everyone else. Pale, grey toned and observant, they rarely linger without purpose. They don't wander or dance around the room instead they measure every variable within his distance. The type of eyes that when they meet yours, its not like he's seeing you but reading you like a damn book. There's a faint heaviness between them, not exhaustion exactly but distance. As though part of him is always a step removed and watching behind a glass he is in no control of, the gaze of someone who learned early that awareness was safer than hope. There are moments, though when that distance will soften. When his eyes will catch the light just at the right angle and his gentle vulnerable light will shine through - always then buried by composure. His face is fine-boned and expressive within its subtle ways. He doesn't broaden out his emotions; instead, they tend to show in micro-movements. A tighten of the jaw, a faint narrow of his eyes, a barely known lift of one corner of his mouth. His expressions suggest thought before feeling, control before reaction. A small scar traces along the side of his cheekbone - easy to miss behind his hair and one of many untold marks within his complextion.
Vihaan dresses simply yet with a formal sense to himself. Favouring muted colours and clean lines. Button down shirts worn loose at the collar, sleeves sometimes rolled absentmindedly. Nothing flashy, drawing attention. His clothing feeling intentional in it's neutrality, as though blending in is a skill he perfected long ago. Accessories remain upon piercings in each ear and sometimes on occasion you'll see a septum or a spiderbite etching through depending on the mood. Choices made not for others but himself.
Describe your character's personality to the greatest detail:
You meet Vihaan? You’ll get the wrong impression, I guarantee.
Most people see his silence before they see the man he is, the way he listens more than he speaks and the way his eyes seem to fixate on a person, as I already mentioned far longer than needed. To most, he’s cold, not even approachable at times and yet some mistake it for arrogance, some mistake it for hostility. YET, Vihaan learnt that words are pricey fuckers, once they’re spoken they cannot be taken back, he seems to choose his wisely. Vihaan is in no way the sort of man who fills empty space with conversation, he’d rather sit in silence than to force a discussion that means nothing. Yet for those patient enough to earn his trust, there is an entirely different side beneath this cold steel. Not exactly mush, but human. Loyal, eternally. The type of person who remembers the smallest details about someone even years after they’ve forgotten who they are.
Family is always a touchy subject in Karakura, but to Vihaan it’s worse. Growing up without one left scars that no amount of time could quite ever just smooth over. Whilst some people spend their entire lives chasing weath, status and power; Vihaan found himself chasing something far less glorified. A place to belong. The feeling of having people around you who stay, not because they have to, but because they choose to. It’s why loyalty means so much to him. It’s why betrayal cuts deeper than most realise. Maybe that’s why trust is such an issue. Maybe it’s because he’s not incapable of it, but because he’s seen what happens when trust is placed in the wrong hands. He keeps people at arm’s length until it’s proven that they can be something - yet a gutwrenching feeling constant knots his something that he’s waiting for disappointment, waiting for abandonment.
When problems or issues arise, emotion isn’t something Vihaan plays with. He always preferred logic over impulse, patience over recklessness. He approaches conflict the same way a mechanic takes a broken engine: identify the issue, understand what’s moving and what ain’t, and find the cleanest solution possible. More often than not, solution is conversation. Negotiation, leverage, benefit. No violence is often needed, it’s a tool - useful indeed, but dangerous when overused.
Describe your character's backstory to the greatest detail: (200+ words minimum)
Describe an interaction that your character may have as a black market dealer: (This can be anything — a weapon deal, an event they may be involved in, or maybe an interaction with a gang)
WIP
Describe any other additional information that is notable in considering your character for the role of a black market dealer: (If inapplicable, put N/A)
WIP
IGN: kamxoxo
Describe your activity on the server:
My activity on the server has had an increasingly vast range over my last 3 years of playing experience, through this I’ve gained skills, confidence and a reliance in roleplay that I adore holding.
First of all I want to say that I generally can be on throughout the time bracket of 9am-9pm in my timezone (GMT/ BST) and the only things that interrupt this are things like college, OOC life, and my musical career which at the moment, is slow, if I know there will be any chance of inactivity that will be immediately brought to your attention.
Academic Roleplay:
Throughout my time in SRP, and through my time on this server I have been in Academic factions. The first of which was - alike most - Highschool Councillor in June 2024. With this I learnt some rather valuable things that I don’t think are seen enough, I learnt the way that things like discord, logs and channels go about when in a faction - as well as some basics about expectations and twisting your characters to fit the faction you are joining. Next, of course I joined Professor, back in late June 2024, I didn’t stay here for long however as activity matters alot to me, and not being able to do anything with my role and faction, and not having anyone attend lessons was becoming more and more draining. The same story went for around Mid-October 2024, I tried to expand to the more active side of Academic roleplay, moving towards being a teacher as there are more grade-12 students and more people willing to go to class there. Being in this faction taught me ALOT. From time-management skills, to scheduling and to making sure that logs and things like planned out lessons commands and events were held to their best abilities. Overall, whilst it was short lived my experience in Academic Roleplay meant that I could improve on skills that I barely had at the time.
GovernmentRP:
In terms of Governmental Roleplay, I have small experience in terms of factions, but vast on my knowledge and time spent there. First off, I worked back in mid 2024 as a Governor. This job role allowed me to fully experience what it felt like to be pressured by quota, that was entirely based on the activity of others. Being in this job meant that I had to be on when active to allow myself to be the one that people come too. One of the hardest things about being a Governor was that it was being basically a public representative of the Government and Town Hall, asking questions and things like that and advertising the Town Hall and asking questionnaires. Without other players on, my job could not function and I had to make use of scheduling, time planning and being on when called on to make sure that I could last here. Sadly due to a huge decrease in my physical health I left the faction, whilst this was sad, it did teach me alot and heavily motivated me to move to my next one, KPD. Now, KPD deserves it’s own story about how much it helped me in the scene but I think that KPD was the perfect match for how I was in terms of roleplay, and building on my skills. Now, whilst I’m not here sitting saying that if I could go back to KPD I would, I am saying that it helped me out largely to become the player I am today. KPD helped so much with things like logs, understanding rules, etiquette and ways to go about roleplay that I couldn’t have seen before, as well as expanding to things like remembering commands, codes and laws at a constant. This meant that KPD highly engaged my knowledge and meant that I could be constantly put to use for my brain, as well as still carry out one thing I always will be passionate about, CombatRP and utilising weapons. After this, I spent a short time in EMS. This wasn’t particularly suited to me, nor was it within my normal regime of roleplay, and so this only lasted a couple months but I do think this gave me far more experience with DetailRP, hands on experiences and alot more to deal with than I did in factions before - that I found exciting.
CrimeRP:
Obviously the most important part of this segment, CrimeRP has always been something I’ve either listened out for or been actively engaged in since late 2022 when I joined. First of all, throughout the first year of my time in CrimeRP I moved around in gangs quite a bit, spending time in Scorpio, Bonten and Valhalla for the first major part of my activity. These I gained nothing but low ranks due to my activity, but they all taught me plenty on things like how to act, rules, large situations and displaying activity and showcases. After this, I moved to Black Dragons, gaining nothing but mid-tier ranks but learning how to do things like large-scale detailrp, (Something I still pride myself on) working through situations and allowing myself to better my characters to deepen roleplay. One of the longest gangs I was in after was Parabellum, a gang still active today. Around this time I began being a Bounty Hunter, I believe for a short period of time I worked as Fight Club Security and I communicated more with BMD’s. Within Parabellum I was Defense Captain of the turf, making sure that people and recruiters were working to the best of their abilities to defend the Speakeasy turf post-capture, and to make sure no-one else was still interrupting us. With this I would hold trainings, meetings and everything else in-between to keep this gang as active as possible, communicating with other higher-ups and vice-captain to make sure this gang ran as smoothly as it could. As well as this, after leaving Parabellum to join KPD (failing at this time BTW) I would continue onwards to what I see as my greatest achievement, being BMDA. I worked alongside Cap and Koly as a BMDA for a short amount of time, I believe being hired by Cap and more roleplaying with Koly. Within this time I did quite a few little bits of roleplay, things like getting stabbed by Koly and little sidequests to help them around. In Mid-March 2026, I continued to try fufill out this dream, leading to me working alongside Koly with some intel, getting closer to DarkEclipic with KA Auto’s and being a part of it! I think it’s very safe to say that CrimeRP has had a huge impact on my roleplay style, and is somewhere extremely homely to me.
Specify your Discord username and if you have a microphone:
mckamsym, I have a microphone and I am more than happy to join VC!
Specify your country of origin and time zone:
GMT / BST, I resides within the United Kingdom.
What are your motivations in applying for the black market dealer role?:
My main motivation roots from the amount of time and passion I put into crime. Throughout my entire experience in SRP I’ve always tried to be involved in the Crime community some way, from being in gangs, to being in black market organisation to allowing myself to listen in and try know whats going on in the limelight and in the obvious. I have always held a huge passion for this part of SRP, and know that can be used alot in the Crime Community and in your team. As well as this it’d fit with my character so well, having someone that stemmed from a criminal background, with a hatred for his father (explained in the backstory further down the line), being an ex-millitant and ex-police officer, this character has alot of lore that would lead up to him fitting this job perfectly, as well as being involved in the crime scene for a long time too. I’m also largely interested in the roleplay that is hidden behind this faction, what goes on with interactions with gangs, leads of the black-market and relationships between dealers. As well as this, the ability to allow myself to be more open with my character, dive into deeper lore and have more opportunities to roleplay with other gangs, BMD’s and associates is extremely intriguing, its a side of roleplay I can’t exactly reach currently. I yearn for that. As well as this, I am a performer and always have been, whether that in music, acting or in this case roleplay. The character that I wish to bring to the table fits this amazingly, and I’m planning on putting so much more lore behind him than there already is.
What helps you to stand out from other applicants & what can you uniquely provide to the team?
This is always a tricky question to answer, I know for a fact that everyone brings something new but here is what I bring to the table.
WIP
What previous experience do you have in working with a team?:
For starters, being a Higher-Up in two gangs now, Manifestto and Parabellum has allowed me to know what working in a team is like. Working with Parabellum was my first place in a higher position, and was one that I don’t think I reached my full potential within. For starters, I worked as the Defense Captain and it was my complete job to make sure the turf we were looking to claim (Speakeasy, now The Crypt) was under our utter control. I was in the position of making sure people were going, holding trainings on how to defend and how to fight for those new to the scene. As well as this, within Manifestto I worked my way up the ranks to a point where I was the Lord Commander. To me, this meant I could be a little bit more flexy and innovative with my point in the Gang. I took this time to allow a division system to be put into place, as well as before helping with things like a Strike Log, and certain management functions that were just missing within the Gang. Additionally, I’ve worked in many gangs in the past, many of which where events, trainings, and just day to day activity relied on teamwork. I know the importance of it and I know how much that skill is needed in the crime community.
As well as this, I worked within the Bounty Hunting subfaction for on and off for the time that it lasted. I spent the majority of the time here working almost intel, and on action. However, one time I worked with bheom and assisted to take down someone on a mission, and heavily assisted with that and we worked to find, hunt and execute the permissions necessary. This subfaction taught me alot about teamwork, how the crime community works and started me off with connections to BMD. To continue from that, I worked for a short amount of time in Fight Club as a Security, whilst I only attended a single event due to my physical and mental health at the time, this was an amazing place to be and an almost life-changing event for me to take part with on the server. Later than this, I worked as a BMDA underneath Koly and Cap during his time in this faction. This is an event that went on for a while up until my next point, KPD. But within the time of being BMDA I got so used to the roleplay aspects, being sent on missions and the importance of so many different aspects of CrimeRP, something I simply wasn’t used too before! It was a truly ethereal experience, and even to date I’m doing alot of roleplay with Koly and is something that I’m genuinely excited and happy to do!
KPD is an honourable mention within this part too, even though this is a BMD application it is very much worth talking about. KPD is one of the very few factions that rely entirely on teamwork. Patrols, missions, arrests, and even desk work are all things that often need the help of your fellow members. This faction also helped me learn how to build chemistry with people, learn different RP styles and absolutely knuckle down on the importance of DetailRP.
What suggestions do you have to help better the crime faction?
This is more an event idea than anything, and is one I placed in my BH application a while back.
KPD x BMD!
The basis of this is that the KPD and BMD are forced to work together to take down a target, ideally the Commisioner to due to corrupt state and maybe even murder of a BMD that lead to this outrage. To do this, KPD would speak to a BMD or someone they know is associated already in prison, begging for the contact on terms of release from prison. This would then lead to BMD being called, ideally at an opening about the Commisioner, and a meeting is requested from the Captain and the two people meet. This then leads to a large manhunt where the largest criminals, the bravest police are all working together to take down their own sworn enemies. It allows for relationships, rivalry and competition that is never seen before in this crime community!
This is just personal to me, but a separate thing I want to do is recruit people ICLY through the means of interaction when it comes to things like (if I get my own sub-faction, for example working in fight club or KA), whilst the application process may be used for when RP is slow, working through things like BMD deals, gang interactions and roleplay interactions to find and recruit people will allow for far more roleplay involved with the faction, as well as making people feel their own character and roleplay is more valued.
Are you familiar with all rules pertaining to weapon profiles, combat, permissions, and player conduct on the server?:
More than anything, after being around for so many years and being often focused around this form of roleplay, I am more than familiar with everything to do with combat permissions, player conduct as well as weapons - both the KPD side and BMD side.
Are you familiar with that if you leave the black market at any point, the black market lead will have permanent kill permissions on your character?:
That seems fun, yes of course.
Are you familiar with that if your character(s) is/are killed or permanently arrested twice, you will be removed from the black market?
Whilst I’ve never seen this in action, I do know this is a rule and it seems completely fair enough.
Are you familiar with that you cannot reveal any out-of-character plans or potential addition to the black market to others?
I will sign an NDA if I have too, yes this brings so much more excitement and suspense to the crime industry.
In-Character (IC) Section
Full Legal Name: Vihaan Mues
Criminal Alias: “AFAIRO”
Age & Occupation: 28 | KA Auto’s Mechanic
Gender & Marital Status: Single, Male and within 5 miles radius.
Ethnicity & Race: Greek | Caucasian
Known Languages: Greek, Japanese, Russian
Former Associations/Occupations: Well, let’s take it from the top. I’ve been within a few gangs before, Parabellum, Manifesto and yet - there’s one theme. Betrayal. I’ve spent alot of my time in those gangs helping BMD to listen to them and to spy in on them, acting as a message man for all the intel of their needs. I worked in KPD as well, you know the thing we all hate but love when we have too. I worked in EMS for a little while, that didn’t last long - the sight of a scalpel was too good for me. I worked two terms as a Black Market Dealer’s assistant, first for GUARDIAN and next for MARIONETTE. I worked with Fight Club in the past, working on the doors with an old gang, as well as being in Bounty Hunting. In my current works, I work as an Illegal Street Racing Affiliate, working to fix the cars that the racers fuck up.
Highest Level of Education: I completed a PHD in Psychology.
Physical/Mental Ailments:
W.I.P
Known Family Members: N/A orphaned.
Describe your character's appearance to the greatest detail:
You can look at this man and see the quiet weight of someone who has lived more and longer than his years ever suggested. He is lean rather than imposing, built with a sort of restraint, nothing excessive and nothing wasted. His posture is controlled, aware constantly of the space that his body occupies. Even when relaxed, there's a tension held beneath the surface, a readiness that never fully leaves him. This man won't sit and sprawl out on your sofa, he'll settle. His hair falls softly and unevenly in waves, dark brown with a warm undertone that catches the light everytime he moves. It's often untamed, brushing against his eyes no matter how many times you push it back, giving him an unintentionally disheveled look, as though grooming was always a secondary concern to his vigilance. There's something boyish about it, a reminisant memory of who he was before life sharpened him straighter than any chef's knife imaginable. But contrasts heavily with the stillness of his expression. His eyes are the most telling feature, of course like everyone else. Pale, grey toned and observant, they rarely linger without purpose. They don't wander or dance around the room instead they measure every variable within his distance. The type of eyes that when they meet yours, its not like he's seeing you but reading you like a damn book. There's a faint heaviness between them, not exhaustion exactly but distance. As though part of him is always a step removed and watching behind a glass he is in no control of, the gaze of someone who learned early that awareness was safer than hope. There are moments, though when that distance will soften. When his eyes will catch the light just at the right angle and his gentle vulnerable light will shine through - always then buried by composure. His face is fine-boned and expressive within its subtle ways. He doesn't broaden out his emotions; instead, they tend to show in micro-movements. A tighten of the jaw, a faint narrow of his eyes, a barely known lift of one corner of his mouth. His expressions suggest thought before feeling, control before reaction. A small scar traces along the side of his cheekbone - easy to miss behind his hair and one of many untold marks within his complextion.
Vihaan dresses simply yet with a formal sense to himself. Favouring muted colours and clean lines. Button down shirts worn loose at the collar, sleeves sometimes rolled absentmindedly. Nothing flashy, drawing attention. His clothing feeling intentional in it's neutrality, as though blending in is a skill he perfected long ago. Accessories remain upon piercings in each ear and sometimes on occasion you'll see a septum or a spiderbite etching through depending on the mood. Choices made not for others but himself.
Describe your character's personality to the greatest detail:
You meet Vihaan? You’ll get the wrong impression, I guarantee.
Most people see his silence before they see the man he is, the way he listens more than he speaks and the way his eyes seem to fixate on a person, as I already mentioned far longer than needed. To most, he’s cold, not even approachable at times and yet some mistake it for arrogance, some mistake it for hostility. YET, Vihaan learnt that words are pricey fuckers, once they’re spoken they cannot be taken back, he seems to choose his wisely. Vihaan is in no way the sort of man who fills empty space with conversation, he’d rather sit in silence than to force a discussion that means nothing. Yet for those patient enough to earn his trust, there is an entirely different side beneath this cold steel. Not exactly mush, but human. Loyal, eternally. The type of person who remembers the smallest details about someone even years after they’ve forgotten who they are.
Family is always a touchy subject in Karakura, but to Vihaan it’s worse. Growing up without one left scars that no amount of time could quite ever just smooth over. Whilst some people spend their entire lives chasing weath, status and power; Vihaan found himself chasing something far less glorified. A place to belong. The feeling of having people around you who stay, not because they have to, but because they choose to. It’s why loyalty means so much to him. It’s why betrayal cuts deeper than most realise. Maybe that’s why trust is such an issue. Maybe it’s because he’s not incapable of it, but because he’s seen what happens when trust is placed in the wrong hands. He keeps people at arm’s length until it’s proven that they can be something - yet a gutwrenching feeling constant knots his something that he’s waiting for disappointment, waiting for abandonment.
When problems or issues arise, emotion isn’t something Vihaan plays with. He always preferred logic over impulse, patience over recklessness. He approaches conflict the same way a mechanic takes a broken engine: identify the issue, understand what’s moving and what ain’t, and find the cleanest solution possible. More often than not, solution is conversation. Negotiation, leverage, benefit. No violence is often needed, it’s a tool - useful indeed, but dangerous when overused.
Describe your character's backstory to the greatest detail: (200+ words minimum)
Chapter one: Villa’s Son
Villia Druina did not disappear in a way that made sense to anyone who tried to explain it. There was no clean story to attach to her absence, no final last words to anchor a memory to, no body that confirmed the worst of events. Only a fragmented reality remained, and fragments were all that anyone had. She left for work on a rain-heavy evening, the kind where the city blurs into reflections under streetlights and every sound felt slightly delayed by the weather. It should have been an ordinary night, she’d walked that route before - many times, in silence and in routine, a quite acceptance of a life built on repetition. She never returned from it. What happened in the hours between leaving and never returning were never fully recovered. Reports made that contradicted eachother, witness statements that shifted depending on who was asked, a police file that seemed to malnourish and shift between each time someone dared to reopen it. Something violent had taken place nearby, something that did not belong to her life but swallowed her into its consequences anyway. And then, just as quickly as she existed within this system, she was gone from it. No charges were pressed, how could they? No explanation ever solidified into truth. The investigation dissolved into procedural language and this almost coded response from every governor, “Victim has an unknown condition,” “We assume her safety in disappearance” “Just another missing person”, were the phrases anyone could agree on, even though it didn’t carry any meaning, at home these meant even less.
Villia Druina did not disappear in a way that made sense to anyone who tried to explain it. There was no clean story to attach to her absence, no final last words to anchor a memory to, no body that confirmed the worst of events. Only a fragmented reality remained, and fragments were all that anyone had. She left for work on a rain-heavy evening, the kind where the city blurs into reflections under streetlights and every sound felt slightly delayed by the weather. It should have been an ordinary night, she’d walked that route before - many times, in silence and in routine, a quite acceptance of a life built on repetition. She never returned from it. What happened in the hours between leaving and never returning were never fully recovered. Reports made that contradicted eachother, witness statements that shifted depending on who was asked, a police file that seemed to malnourish and shift between each time someone dared to reopen it. Something violent had taken place nearby, something that did not belong to her life but swallowed her into its consequences anyway. And then, just as quickly as she existed within this system, she was gone from it. No charges were pressed, how could they? No explanation ever solidified into truth. The investigation dissolved into procedural language and this almost coded response from every governor, “Victim has an unknown condition,” “We assume her safety in disappearance” “Just another missing person”, were the phrases anyone could agree on, even though it didn’t carry any meaning, at home these meant even less.
Chapter Two: The Man In The Rain
By the fourth foster home, Vihaan'd stop unpacking properly. The carers always noticed eventually. Some would ask where the rest of his things were, standing awkwardly in the doorway whilst he sat on the edge of another unfamiliar bed. Others assumed his belongings had been lost somewhere along his way, dropped in the back of a car or simply he was so rushed, he couldn't keep up. But the answer stayed the same, "That's everything!" Most didn't believe him. The truth was merely that there was nothing much to bring. A few clothes, a worn photograph with wear marks from where he holds it most and a small collection of books gathered from charity shops or hold homes shelves. Everything he had fit inside this little duffle bag, and at the age of four he'd already learnt that owning less made leaving easier. Not that he was ever given much warning, granted but homes changed the same way that weather did. Sometimes a gradual decline and sometimes all at once. One day a room belonged to Vihaan, the next was another poor tragedy tale. People often described him as someone rather mature for his age, that phrase trailed behind him from home to home, spoke with a mixture of admiration and concern for his wellbeing. What they really meant was that he'd stopped asking questions, he stopped asking how long he'd be there, he no longer asked whether a family intended to keep him, he no longer questioned his mothers return. Questions seemed to just bring a discomfort to the reality that Vihaan was living... Silence was easier. The foster home itself sat on the edge of the city, where rows of weary brick houses gave way to an industrial estate or two and narrow roads lined with puddles mud and potholes. Rain seemed a permanent pathetic fallacy, it drummed like a marching band against each window and through the night, gathered in the gutters during the day and hung in the air even when the clouds had moved on. Months went by, and Vihaan struggled to even remember the faces of most of his past carers, those that guarded him yet he'd always remember the sound of these drums.
It was raining the first day of Viktor's arrival too. Viktor Mues. Not dramatically and not my any means of thunder rolling in from the clouds or a cinematic storm waiting behind broken glass. Just a steady, relentless downpour that had settled over the city before sunrise and showed no intention of ever leaving. Vihaan had been sitting near the radiator, a book balanced perfectionally upon his lap, he wasn't reading it. The pages seemed to remain open on the same chapter they had been on for nearly twenty minuites. His attention drifted elsewhere, this rain again as he raced two droplets down the window - his one lost. He heard the front door open. Cold air sweeping through the hallway and yet the sound had barely registered as people came in and out all the time. Social workers, volunteers, prospective parents, names and faces that disappeared as quickly as they arrived. What caught Vihaan's attention was not the arrival, it was that the Director of the home seemed to stand a little taller, one of the carers suddenly wanted to dust the fireplace that was perfectly clean, and conversations hummed to a soft murmur. Not stopping entirely but lowering - this was new. Curiousity eventually won and Vihaan HAD to stop staring at this window, he glanced over to the entrance, his book falling from his lap and a man stood there - looking normal. Quite tall, a nice dark overcoat, dark hair that had been brushed back from his face. Granted, he was older than most of the adult's he'd met but not exactly a pensioner. At first glance there was nothing remarkable about him. Yet the room seemed to bend around him in subtle ways, people listened when he spoke and not because he told them too but because they just did. The director talked to him briefly, before she turned to Vihaan, her eyes settling gently onto him, "Could you come here for a moment?" I mean yeah, the request was fair enough and honestly just a ringtone to him. Sometimes it meant a new home, sometimes it meant he'd just go back to bed. He picked the book that now laid between his lap and trodded on over, the man watched him walk over - not with that stupid fake smile but almost like an ****ysis. Like someone was genuinely trying to understand him. "Vihaan," the director said, the poor childs eyes completely dull just looking up as Viktors hand fell he shook Vihaans hand gently, "Viktor Mues," His accent was unfamiliar, not enough to make this a tough conversation for the child but different enough - Russian. Though Vihaan didn't really know that yet, the conversation seemed to just flow in the most unremarkable way possible. Speaking about school, books, rain - that stupid cat that keeps shitting on the garden. Nothing new, important or particuarly life-changing. But when Viktor asked it wasn't just like he was trying to make Vihaan feel heard, it's like he was genuinely listening. Actually, listening. Viktor seemed to be genuinely wanting to know what his answers were, a small distinction yet really powerful. When he left that afternoon, Vihaan didn't really think of seeing him again.
But he came again, every day for a week, then a month and then nearly a year. Vihaan started looking towards each visit and found himself watching the driveway from his bedroom and classroom windows, listening to the sound of arriving cars, checking clocks. Waiting. The realisation annoyed him a little, it felt dangerous to be dependent again even as a child he knew that, people left and everything in his life had taught him that lesson better than school could ever teach the 123's. Yet Viktor didn't leave, he kept returning. Again and again and again as though leaving never crossed his mind. The adoption itself happened quietly, no dramatic speeches no tears and no grand decleration about being a family. Just a couple lines on a paper filled in, some adults talking and legal documents that changed these visits, into home.
The most bizarre thing was that Viktor never behaved like the sort of man people imagined when they thought about fathers. He wasn't openly affectionate, he didn't really praise and he never raised his voice, but his expressions were enough. And yet this abnormality carried along Vihaan's love, and thats because Vihaan was never told he was loved, he was shown it.
By the fourth foster home, Vihaan'd stop unpacking properly. The carers always noticed eventually. Some would ask where the rest of his things were, standing awkwardly in the doorway whilst he sat on the edge of another unfamiliar bed. Others assumed his belongings had been lost somewhere along his way, dropped in the back of a car or simply he was so rushed, he couldn't keep up. But the answer stayed the same, "That's everything!" Most didn't believe him. The truth was merely that there was nothing much to bring. A few clothes, a worn photograph with wear marks from where he holds it most and a small collection of books gathered from charity shops or hold homes shelves. Everything he had fit inside this little duffle bag, and at the age of four he'd already learnt that owning less made leaving easier. Not that he was ever given much warning, granted but homes changed the same way that weather did. Sometimes a gradual decline and sometimes all at once. One day a room belonged to Vihaan, the next was another poor tragedy tale. People often described him as someone rather mature for his age, that phrase trailed behind him from home to home, spoke with a mixture of admiration and concern for his wellbeing. What they really meant was that he'd stopped asking questions, he stopped asking how long he'd be there, he no longer asked whether a family intended to keep him, he no longer questioned his mothers return. Questions seemed to just bring a discomfort to the reality that Vihaan was living... Silence was easier. The foster home itself sat on the edge of the city, where rows of weary brick houses gave way to an industrial estate or two and narrow roads lined with puddles mud and potholes. Rain seemed a permanent pathetic fallacy, it drummed like a marching band against each window and through the night, gathered in the gutters during the day and hung in the air even when the clouds had moved on. Months went by, and Vihaan struggled to even remember the faces of most of his past carers, those that guarded him yet he'd always remember the sound of these drums.
It was raining the first day of Viktor's arrival too. Viktor Mues. Not dramatically and not my any means of thunder rolling in from the clouds or a cinematic storm waiting behind broken glass. Just a steady, relentless downpour that had settled over the city before sunrise and showed no intention of ever leaving. Vihaan had been sitting near the radiator, a book balanced perfectionally upon his lap, he wasn't reading it. The pages seemed to remain open on the same chapter they had been on for nearly twenty minuites. His attention drifted elsewhere, this rain again as he raced two droplets down the window - his one lost. He heard the front door open. Cold air sweeping through the hallway and yet the sound had barely registered as people came in and out all the time. Social workers, volunteers, prospective parents, names and faces that disappeared as quickly as they arrived. What caught Vihaan's attention was not the arrival, it was that the Director of the home seemed to stand a little taller, one of the carers suddenly wanted to dust the fireplace that was perfectly clean, and conversations hummed to a soft murmur. Not stopping entirely but lowering - this was new. Curiousity eventually won and Vihaan HAD to stop staring at this window, he glanced over to the entrance, his book falling from his lap and a man stood there - looking normal. Quite tall, a nice dark overcoat, dark hair that had been brushed back from his face. Granted, he was older than most of the adult's he'd met but not exactly a pensioner. At first glance there was nothing remarkable about him. Yet the room seemed to bend around him in subtle ways, people listened when he spoke and not because he told them too but because they just did. The director talked to him briefly, before she turned to Vihaan, her eyes settling gently onto him, "Could you come here for a moment?" I mean yeah, the request was fair enough and honestly just a ringtone to him. Sometimes it meant a new home, sometimes it meant he'd just go back to bed. He picked the book that now laid between his lap and trodded on over, the man watched him walk over - not with that stupid fake smile but almost like an ****ysis. Like someone was genuinely trying to understand him. "Vihaan," the director said, the poor childs eyes completely dull just looking up as Viktors hand fell he shook Vihaans hand gently, "Viktor Mues," His accent was unfamiliar, not enough to make this a tough conversation for the child but different enough - Russian. Though Vihaan didn't really know that yet, the conversation seemed to just flow in the most unremarkable way possible. Speaking about school, books, rain - that stupid cat that keeps shitting on the garden. Nothing new, important or particuarly life-changing. But when Viktor asked it wasn't just like he was trying to make Vihaan feel heard, it's like he was genuinely listening. Actually, listening. Viktor seemed to be genuinely wanting to know what his answers were, a small distinction yet really powerful. When he left that afternoon, Vihaan didn't really think of seeing him again.
But he came again, every day for a week, then a month and then nearly a year. Vihaan started looking towards each visit and found himself watching the driveway from his bedroom and classroom windows, listening to the sound of arriving cars, checking clocks. Waiting. The realisation annoyed him a little, it felt dangerous to be dependent again even as a child he knew that, people left and everything in his life had taught him that lesson better than school could ever teach the 123's. Yet Viktor didn't leave, he kept returning. Again and again and again as though leaving never crossed his mind. The adoption itself happened quietly, no dramatic speeches no tears and no grand decleration about being a family. Just a couple lines on a paper filled in, some adults talking and legal documents that changed these visits, into home.
The most bizarre thing was that Viktor never behaved like the sort of man people imagined when they thought about fathers. He wasn't openly affectionate, he didn't really praise and he never raised his voice, but his expressions were enough. And yet this abnormality carried along Vihaan's love, and thats because Vihaan was never told he was loved, he was shown it.
Chapter Three: The House - Not A Home
The apartment overlooked a narrow street that seemed to belong to a whole other century.
For winter, snow gathered along the stone ledges outside the windows and sat there for weeks at a time, untouched except by the occasional bird. The streetlights cast a warm amberglow across the pavement after dark, painting the world in shades of gold and shadow. It was beautiful in the most accidental way possible, as though no one wanted this beauty to be noticed but it was indefinitely felt. When Vihaan first arrived, he spent hours sitting besides the window simply watching people. Workers leave before the sun comes up, children walk to school, old men in fedoras smoke cigarettes beneath awnings. The city moved differently from the one he had left behind. Slower in some ways but sharper in others.
For the first few months, everything had felt foreign. The language alone wrapped itself around conversations in ways he struggled to follow. School lessons became exercises in observation as he couldn't participate if he wanted too. Every single spoken sentence around him felt like gameboy gibberish and every word like a missing piece in a puzzle he just didn't see the image of. Yet children adapt quickly, don't they? Within a year he was speaking well enough to hold conversations. Within two, he was correcting his teachers. Viktor seemed pleased by this, not proud but please and there was a huge difference. Viktor didn't let pride come in as that was emotion, not the same. Their life together settled into a rythmn that had barely changed. Every morning began at the same time as breakfast appeared on the table at the same hour and school remained utterly non-negotiable. Homework was completed before any form of entertainment, beds made and rooms cleaned and there was absolutely no reason for an excuse - they had little value. At first, Vihaan like any child mistook this for strictness rather than routine, years later he would understand they were something else entirely. Structure. The kind of thing to kelp you through the bad days, Viktor never shouted when mistakes were made - that was the most bizarre part. Vihaan was to live his own punishment and see the downsides rather than have it told to him. Yet, Viktor's disappointment carried enough wait to kill a small elephant, that was enough.
There was an afternoon, shortly after his tenth birthday. Vihaan returned home from school with grades far lower than usual, nothing bad or disastrous but the sort of grades most parents wouldn't even care if they were low. Viktor sat at the kitchen table and studied the paper silently, for several minuites by the way, and said nothing. The clock on the wall ticked steadily and the kettle hissed and Vihaan shifted - in his chair. Eventually, Viktor folded the paper neatly and placed it back on the table. "Do you think that's your best?" He asked, his question lingering as Vihaan looked down and looked at his suit trousers, "No.." Viktor nodded once, clasping his hands as he leant forth, "Then why would you give it to someone?"
Music entered his life by accident, an old acoustic guitar sat in the corner of Viktor's study for as long as he could remember, dust gathering along the body and one of the strings snapped, the rest green and gray. One evening, when Viktor was away curiousity the cat let Vihaan pick that up. It was an awkward instrument, unfamiliar and heavy. His first attempts sounded shocking, the second weren't much better but something about it - was an escape. Weeks later, he found a book waiting on the kitchen table, no note or an explanation. Just a begginers guide to guitar, one you'd see in an asda or walmart magazine aisle. Viktor didn't mention it, neither did Vihaan. Suited the two of them didn't it? Boxing trickled into his life shortly after, seeing as a gym occupied the ground floor of an old industrial building several streets away. The air smelling permenantly of sweat leath and heavy bags hanging from steel chains. Men with broken noses shouting random hollers at eachother. Vihaan gave it a try, just using the pictures on the walls to try figure out form and giving that punching bag a go. That first session left him tired, the second left him bruised, the third made him angry and the fourth he asked when he could come back. Boxing wasn't about hitting people, not entirely. It was about patience, balance and control. Most importantly it was about being calm when no-one else wanted yo to *********
The apartment overlooked a narrow street that seemed to belong to a whole other century.
For winter, snow gathered along the stone ledges outside the windows and sat there for weeks at a time, untouched except by the occasional bird. The streetlights cast a warm amberglow across the pavement after dark, painting the world in shades of gold and shadow. It was beautiful in the most accidental way possible, as though no one wanted this beauty to be noticed but it was indefinitely felt. When Vihaan first arrived, he spent hours sitting besides the window simply watching people. Workers leave before the sun comes up, children walk to school, old men in fedoras smoke cigarettes beneath awnings. The city moved differently from the one he had left behind. Slower in some ways but sharper in others.
For the first few months, everything had felt foreign. The language alone wrapped itself around conversations in ways he struggled to follow. School lessons became exercises in observation as he couldn't participate if he wanted too. Every single spoken sentence around him felt like gameboy gibberish and every word like a missing piece in a puzzle he just didn't see the image of. Yet children adapt quickly, don't they? Within a year he was speaking well enough to hold conversations. Within two, he was correcting his teachers. Viktor seemed pleased by this, not proud but please and there was a huge difference. Viktor didn't let pride come in as that was emotion, not the same. Their life together settled into a rythmn that had barely changed. Every morning began at the same time as breakfast appeared on the table at the same hour and school remained utterly non-negotiable. Homework was completed before any form of entertainment, beds made and rooms cleaned and there was absolutely no reason for an excuse - they had little value. At first, Vihaan like any child mistook this for strictness rather than routine, years later he would understand they were something else entirely. Structure. The kind of thing to kelp you through the bad days, Viktor never shouted when mistakes were made - that was the most bizarre part. Vihaan was to live his own punishment and see the downsides rather than have it told to him. Yet, Viktor's disappointment carried enough wait to kill a small elephant, that was enough.
There was an afternoon, shortly after his tenth birthday. Vihaan returned home from school with grades far lower than usual, nothing bad or disastrous but the sort of grades most parents wouldn't even care if they were low. Viktor sat at the kitchen table and studied the paper silently, for several minuites by the way, and said nothing. The clock on the wall ticked steadily and the kettle hissed and Vihaan shifted - in his chair. Eventually, Viktor folded the paper neatly and placed it back on the table. "Do you think that's your best?" He asked, his question lingering as Vihaan looked down and looked at his suit trousers, "No.." Viktor nodded once, clasping his hands as he leant forth, "Then why would you give it to someone?"
Music entered his life by accident, an old acoustic guitar sat in the corner of Viktor's study for as long as he could remember, dust gathering along the body and one of the strings snapped, the rest green and gray. One evening, when Viktor was away curiousity the cat let Vihaan pick that up. It was an awkward instrument, unfamiliar and heavy. His first attempts sounded shocking, the second weren't much better but something about it - was an escape. Weeks later, he found a book waiting on the kitchen table, no note or an explanation. Just a begginers guide to guitar, one you'd see in an asda or walmart magazine aisle. Viktor didn't mention it, neither did Vihaan. Suited the two of them didn't it? Boxing trickled into his life shortly after, seeing as a gym occupied the ground floor of an old industrial building several streets away. The air smelling permenantly of sweat leath and heavy bags hanging from steel chains. Men with broken noses shouting random hollers at eachother. Vihaan gave it a try, just using the pictures on the walls to try figure out form and giving that punching bag a go. That first session left him tired, the second left him bruised, the third made him angry and the fourth he asked when he could come back. Boxing wasn't about hitting people, not entirely. It was about patience, balance and control. Most importantly it was about being calm when no-one else wanted yo to *********
Chapter Four: What You Don’t Know Can Raise You
(Discovers family is a mafia, psychological reaction, acceptance, identity shift) AGE 13
(Discovers family is a mafia, psychological reaction, acceptance, identity shift) AGE 13
Chapter Five: Training
(Mafia upbringing in detail, discipline, punishments, loyalty conditioning, tactical thinking, emotional suppresion forming naturally) Age 13-17
(Mafia upbringing in detail, discipline, punishments, loyalty conditioning, tactical thinking, emotional suppresion forming naturally) Age 13-17
Chapter Six: First Blood At Seventeen
(First kill, protecting his dad, emotional aftermath, how it rewires him without turning him into just bloodthristy)
(First kill, protecting his dad, emotional aftermath, how it rewires him without turning him into just bloodthristy)
Chapter Seven: The Price Of A Name
(Father’s death at 21, collapse of structure, danger closing in, forced exit from Russia)
(Father’s death at 21, collapse of structure, danger closing in, forced exit from Russia)
Chapter Eight: Karakurian Arrival
(Immigration to Japan/ Karakura, identity reset, keeps Mues as his last name, survival phase, isolation, rebuilds his life)
(Immigration to Japan/ Karakura, identity reset, keeps Mues as his last name, survival phase, isolation, rebuilds his life)
Chapter Nine: The Man Behind The Mask
(Completes a PHD in psychology, academic phase, duality of intelligence vs criminal conditioning)
(Completes a PHD in psychology, academic phase, duality of intelligence vs criminal conditioning)
Chapter Ten: Uniformed Discipline
(Millitary service in Japan, training, 2-3 events, medals, shaping of his character)
(Millitary service in Japan, training, 2-3 events, medals, shaping of his character)
Chapter Eleven: Organisational Crime
(Gang entry, rise to defense captain in parabellum, leadership dynamics, internal power taste)
(Gang entry, rise to defense captain in parabellum, leadership dynamics, internal power taste)
Chapter Twelve: No Mans Land
(Police raid on Speakeasy, attempted escape, arrest, misdemeanour of evasion, brush with law)
(Police raid on Speakeasy, attempted escape, arrest, misdemeanour of evasion, brush with law)
Chapter Thirteen: Bounty
(Completes time chasing bounties, hunting people down, networking)
(Completes time chasing bounties, hunting people down, networking)
Chapter Fourteen: Guardian’s Shadow
(Guardian intel operation on Parabellum ,Vihaan as an inside man, controlled betrayal)
(Guardian intel operation on Parabellum ,Vihaan as an inside man, controlled betrayal)
Chapter Fifteen: The Marionette
(Connects with Marionette, stabbing trust mark event, origin of AFAIRO alias + explanation)
(Connects with Marionette, stabbing trust mark event, origin of AFAIRO alias + explanation)
Chapter Sixteen: Badge And Pressure
(KPD entry, TO issues, ego checks, event, arrests, discipline vs criminal itch)
(KPD entry, TO issues, ego checks, event, arrests, discipline vs criminal itch)
Chapter Seventeen: Two Worlds Collide
(Balances KPD and his old identity, his face is recognised)
(Balances KPD and his old identity, his face is recognised)
Chapter Eighteen: The Garage
(Gets a job at KA Autos completing illegal street racing mechanics, makes his way through that)
(Gets a job at KA Autos completing illegal street racing mechanics, makes his way through that)
Chapter Ninteen: Manifesto Black Widow
(Works as intelligence for Marionette, gaining information and spying on the gang to get his trust in the market back, proves work, quote, rebuilds ties)
(Works as intelligence for Marionette, gaining information and spying on the gang to get his trust in the market back, proves work, quote, rebuilds ties)
Chapter Twenty: An Empty Ward
(Goes to EMS, burnt out, emotionally exhausted, inability to stay good with a scalpel…)
(Goes to EMS, burnt out, emotionally exhausted, inability to stay good with a scalpel…)
Chapter Twenty One: Silence After
(Discovers that Marionette left, abandonment trigger, emotional turning point)
(Discovers that Marionette left, abandonment trigger, emotional turning point)
Chapter Twenty Two: “AFAIRO”
(Decision point - full commitment to Black Market Dealer path, identity consolidation)
(Decision point - full commitment to Black Market Dealer path, identity consolidation)
Describe an interaction that your character may have as a black market dealer: (This can be anything — a weapon deal, an event they may be involved in, or maybe an interaction with a gang)
WIP
Describe any other additional information that is notable in considering your character for the role of a black market dealer: (If inapplicable, put N/A)
WIP
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