Dezrod
Level 0
Out-Of-Character (OOC) Section
IGN:
Fur4
Describe your activity on the server:
Hello! My name is Jada, and I'm pleased to report a substantial increase in my engagement with the server. This heightened activity is largely attributable to the current summer period and the acquisition of my personal Minecraft account. Notwithstanding my commitments to extracurricular pursuits and employment outside the server environment, I possess a considerable amount of discretionary time, which I will delineate in the chart. My availability is primarily concentrated on weekdays, often spanning the entire day, and extends to weekends, with exceptions of Tuesdays and Thursdays. It is pertinent to note that my schedule will undergo adjustments once the academic term commences.
Specify your Discord username and if you have a microphone:
Always.Jada | Yes I have a microphone.
Specify your country of origin and time zone:
USA | PDT
What are your motivations in applying for the black market dealer role?:
My motivation for applying for the Black Market Dealer role stems from my longing desire to experience as much of the server as possible. I want to do anything that can in any way boost/contribute to knowledge when it comes to schoolRP and along with that expand my story telling and roleplay depth ability! Ever since I first joined the server, I’ve enjoyed the level of detail that players put into their work, the complex storytelling opportunities, and unique interactions with everyone, nothing ever repeating and stories always continuing to improve and show unique content on how someone perceives their character it provides a bit of comfort knowing that not only are there other players interested in a deeper role play experience but the fact that it’s 3d (in Minecraft) as I came from Discord roleplay servers seeing this not through just pictures makes it just as exciting to try this out. Over time, I’ve become increasingly invested in the community and the roleplay environment, which has motivated me to explore different aspects of the server beyond what I’ve already experienced.
The crime faction as of late is a role that I personally have been so deeply interested in due to its ominous nature that comes with it, although things are out in the open on the discord showing the faces of what the crime roleplaying world looks like I know like many others that what stands behind them is something way deeper than it’s letting on, and I want a piece of that. I’ve been interested in applying for many things since my initial joining of the crime discord in 2024. It has always stood out to me as one of the more unique and influential roles, capable of creating engaging scenarios not only for the dealer themselves but for criminals causing a never ending cycle of chaos and mystery, this role although it doesn’t interact much to my knowledge with the school system faction it still can develop a lot of situation negative/positive with the other factions in the server such as, civilians, law enforcement, and other factions alike. Now that the opportunity has become available along with the amount of spots open in the faction I feel like this is a great opportunity to learn from players with influence and set unique roleplay abilities and guide myself in the right direction I want to put my best foot forward and demonstrate that I can contribute positively to and quickly fill such a big role without lacking behind.
Beyond simply obtaining the role, my goal is to help create meaningful quality roleplay not only for myself but for others, make memorable interactions that teach me and build me as a character, and potentially make storylines that add depth to the server’s world. I’ve genuinely fallen in love with the server and I’m continuing to fall in love with its community, and while I have the chance, I want to experience every corner of what it has to offer. I believe the Black Market Dealer role would allow me to do exactly that while also giving back to the roleplay environment through creative and immersive character-driven interactions.
What helps you to stand out from other applicants & what can you uniquely provide to the team?:
Whats makes me and convinces me that I stand out more than other applicants, is my experience with long-form roleplay although i might not have been on this current server for as long as others since I was a kid I spent many hours and days interacting with others on different forums of roleplay servers and writing groups developing my plethora of skills I still use today, and along with that my literacy as I believe had improved a LOT, and following suit my communication abilities and I will get more into that later but last and finally my commitment to creating meaningful interactions; as I myself understand how annoying it is to have a 1-4 hours of your time wasted with lackluster interactions times where people simply power game or don’t understand that there are limits and your character doesn’t have maximum attributes. Rather than simply participating in them. I enjoy developing them, stories are a bottomless pit of ideas and creativity waiting to be told and have lasting consequences and provide opportunities for other players to become involved and develop them. Whether it’s through character development, conflict, business dealings, or server-wide events, I believe roleplay is at its best when it creates memorable experiences for everyone involved.
I am highly receptive to constructive criticism and actively seek feedback to improve both my roleplay and contribute to the community by adding my own suggestions and feedback. Again, at the same time, I am comfortable offering suggestions and ideas when I believe they can positively impact something causing a negative impact or if a process can be shortened. I understand the importance of communication, professionalism, and adaptability when working alongside a team. Additionally, I have experience helping coordinate and contribute to roleplay environments in the past, in my past I was apart of an event team where I aided in making events for the server communicating my group of fellow coordinators and organizing a wide server event where people were able to enjoy the event to its full effect this has taught me the importance of not only consistency, organization, and creating opportunities for others rather than focusing solely on my own character. I enjoy being proactive and taking initiative when appropriate, while also respecting the structure and expectations of a server.
Most importantly, I am applying with long-term intentions. This is not a role that I view as a temporary experience or something to try for a few weeks. I have been interested in this opportunity since 2024, and now that the chance has arrived, I want to fully invest myself in it. I genuinely care about the server and want to help add depth to the history behind black market dealers and depth to my own history and character, as well as activity although I believe I am already active I can always boost my activity; And immersive roleplay to the community for the foreseeable future.
I believe I can provide creativity, reliability, consistency, and a strong willingness to learn. My goal is not only to fulfill the responsibilities of the role but to actively contribute to the quality of roleplay around me and help create stories that players will remember long after they end.
What previous experience do you have in working with a team?
I’ve gotten a solid amount of experience throughout the years, both in a roleplaying setting and in a real life setting. I’ve teamed up on multiple occasions with Moderation teams and Event coordinators to brainstorm ideas, coordinate events, and make sure things are actually getting done. Those continuing experiences have instilled a lot of confidence in myself when I walk into a team setting. Some of the most important things that I believe need to be in a team setting is clear communication, reliability, and keeping a positive attitude when and even if you’re not working toward a common goal.
I’ve learned that there is a lot more to good teamwork than meets the eye, is about way more than just doing your tasks. It means actually listening to people even when you don’t see eye to eye, setting your own ego aside and viewing what they are saying in their shoes, and being open to feedback whether it’s praise or criticism. It’s about offering help when someone needs it (even if they might not ask), and being willing to step outside your comfort zone when things change even if the situation is rough. I always try to show up as someone who’s respectful, dependable, and genuinely open to other perspectives.
In roleplay specifically, I’ve worked with a lot of other players to build storylines, run events, and create interactions that feel good for everyone involved, not just for the people running it. I really enjoy that collaborative side of things. Some of the best roleplay moments I’ve had came from teamwork and bouncing ideas around with others, rather than doing it solo.
I’m comfortable both taking direction and stepping up when needed. If a leader needs an extra hand, I’m happy to jump in. At the same time, if someone knows more than I do, I’m more than willing to listen and learn. My goal in any team is simple: contribute meaningfully, keep growing, stay professional even when things get tricky, help the group succeed, and keep the energy and morale high along the way.
What suggestions do you have to help better the crime faction?
Are you familiar with all rules pertaining to weapon profiles, combat, permissions, and player conduct on the server?
Yes, I am familiar with the weapons, combat, permissions and player conduct rules.
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?
Yes, and I completely obliged with this rule.
Are you familiar with that if your character(s) is/are killed or permanently arrested twice, you will be removed from the black market?
Yes, and I completely obliged with this rule.
Are you familiar with that you cannot reveal any out-of-character plans or potential addition to the black market to others?
Yes, and I completely obliged with this rule.
In-Character (IC) Section
Full Legal Name:
Yōko Natsuki
Criminal Alias:
Black Veil
Age & Occupation:
19 | Information Broker, Occult Consultant, Black Market Dealer
Gender & Marital Status:
Female, Single
Ethnicity & Race:
Japanese
Known Languages:
Japanese, Zhuang, Korean
Former Associations/Occupations:
Student, Independent Researcher of Urban Legends and Folklore
Highest Level of Education:
High School Graduate
Physical/Mental Ailments:
Chronic insomnia, anxiety, obsessive tendencies
Known Family Members:
Father (estranged), Mother (estranged)
Describe your character's appearance to the greatest detail:
Yōko Natsuki stands at approximately 168 centimeters tall with a thin, almost fragile frame that often causes people to underestimate her. Her skin is noticeably pale, a result of countless sleepless nights spent researching, traveling, and conducting business long after sunset. She possesses sharp blue-gray eyes that rarely display emotion, though prolonged eye contact often reveals a calculating nature hidden beneath her calm exterior. Dark circles permanently rest beneath her eyes, evidence of years spent chasing mysteries that most people would dismiss as fiction.
Her black hair falls slightly below her shoulders and is often left untidy, framing her face in a manner that contributes to her perpetually exhausted appearance. She commonly wears dark coats, turtlenecks, gloves, and practical clothing designed to blend into crowds rather than attract attention. During business dealings, she often carries a black umbrella regardless of weather conditions, a habit that has become associated with her reputation within the criminal underworld.
Those who have met her frequently describe her presence as unsettling rather than intimidating. She rarely smiles, rarely raises her voice, and speaks with a calmness that feels inappropriate for the situations she often finds herself in.
Describe your character's personality to the greatest detail:
Yōko is highly intelligent, observant, and emotionally reserved. She spends more time listening than speaking and often learns more about people than they realize they have revealed. Years of obsession with unexplained phenomena have left her skeptical of surface-level explanations and constantly searching for hidden meanings behind events.
Despite her involvement in criminal activities, Yōko does not view herself as malicious. She sees herself as someone pursuing answers, regardless of the consequences. Morality has gradually become secondary to curiosity. This mindset often places her in dangerous situations, as she is willing to investigate things others would rather avoid.
She struggles to form meaningful relationships and maintains emotional distance from nearly everyone she encounters. While she is capable of empathy, she rarely allows it to influence her decisions. Beneath her composed exterior lies a deeply obsessive personality. Once something captures her interest, she becomes relentless in her pursuit of understanding it.
The closer she gets to danger, the more alive she feels. Fear, death, violence, and human suffering have become intertwined with her search for answers regarding the supernatural. This has led her to develop an unhealthy attraction to situations that most people would flee.
Describe your character's backstory to the greatest detail:
Describe an interaction that your character may have as a black market dealer:
Rain drummed an unsettling cadence against the warehouse roof as a nervous client slid an envelope across the table. Inside was a photograph, a name, and a substantial amount of money.
"I need him ruined." his hands struggled to keep steady as he retracted the little bit of his physicality back into his chest.
Yōko's eyes followed his hands, scanning even the slightest of movements. Many thoughts swam through her head, but the most potent was about how the stranger carried himself. She glanced at the envelope, sliding the photo away at a distance before calmly placing it back into the envelope.
"Ruined is vague." Silence followed her eyes rolling throughout the room before locking onto his.
The client hesitated. "I want him to suffer," his voice stammered, his eyes avoiding hers.
Yōko remained silent for several more moments.
Most people who came to her believed they wanted justice. In her experience, they almost always wanted revenge.
"What exactly are you buying?" she asked.
The client swallowed hard. "Information. Fear. Whatever gets results."
Only then did Yōko accept the envelope. "Good," she replied. "Because those are the only things I sell."
The phone rang just after midnight. Swiftly, Yōko brought it to her face, unlocking it, staring at the screen for a moment before answering.
"Talk."
A distorted voice answered from the other end. "The buyer is interested."
Yōko remained silent. The voice continued, "Large shipment. Large payment." A pause followed. "Large risk."
The line went dead.
Rain tapped softly against her apartment window as she lowered the phone. Somewhere beyond the city lights, another deal was already beginning to take shape.
For the next several days, Yōko found herself buried beneath paperwork, manifests, and endless conversations. Every party involved wanted assurances that every party wanted to come out unscathed; nothing was guaranteed, no one's words, no one's sale, no one's life. Every party involved distrusted everyone else. The criminal world ran on paranoia; fear was power, and with fear, you gained power. Yōko understood that better than most. As the date approached, tension spread through the organization. Workers moved equipment. Vehicles arrived and departed. Names were whispered. Rumors circulated.
Something felt wrong.
She could feel it.
The same sensation she always felt whenever something terrible was about to happen.
The air itself seemed heavier.
The warehouse stood abandoned on the edge of the industrial district. Rainwater trickled from rusted beams overhead as figures gathered beneath the dim interior lights. Shadows stretched across the concrete floor.
The buyer arrived late. That alone irritated Yōko. Time meant everything.
Her foot began to tap repetitively against the floor, her hands shifting slid from her pocket and into her line of sight as she briefly checked the time, her anxiety growing with every tick of the clock. Her phone changed hands. Documents were reviewed. Questions were asked to oneself, was speaking to yourself normal?
For a brief moment, it seemed the night would pass without incident.
Then someone shouted.
A flash of blue and red illuminated the warehouse windows.
Silence.
Absolute silence.
The kind that only existed for a fraction of a second before chaos erupted. People scattered and voices collided. The room transformed into a storm of panic.
Yōko didn't move.
Not immediately at least.
She simply watched.
The fear and panic.
The desperation.
The sudden collapse of carefully laid plans.
For reasons she never fully understood, moments like these always felt strangely familiar.
As though she had been standing on the edge of something invisible her entire life.
The operation was over. Everyone knew it. The only question remaining was who would be caught beneath the wreckage. The old lessons Sato had taught her echoed through her mind.
Stay calm. Think and survive.
Yōko, slowly following the orders of the incoming officers quickly slipped away amidst the confusion, disappearing into the maze of streets beyond the industrial district while sirens continued to scream behind her.
Rain relentlessly painted the pavement.
The city swallowed her whole, her mind on one objective.
By dawn, the warehouse would be flooded with investigators.
By noon, rumors would spread throughout the underworld.
By nightfall, everyone would be looking for someone to blame.
Yōko sat alone beneath a train overpass, watching the rain fall from the darkness above. The deal had failed. The money? Gone. The organization would never recover. Yet despite everything, she couldn't stop thinking about the feeling she'd experienced just before everything collapsed.
That pressure.
That presence.
That familiar sensation she only ever encountered when people stood closest to disaster. She closed her eyes. The criminal world was dangerous. But every time she came near its darkest corners, she felt closer to the answers she had been chasing since she was a teenager. And that terrified her far more than the police ever could.
Describe any other additional information that is notable in considering your character for the role of a black market dealer:
Yōko specializes primarily in information brokerage, locating individuals, obtaining sensitive information, and facilitating transactions between criminal organizations. Her reputation is built on discretion, reliability, and an unusual willingness to investigate matters that others consider cursed, haunted, or otherwise dangerous.
Additional Notes:
This is NOT my application. I am posting it for my friend Fur4 as their forums account isn't verified. My Discord user is dezrodd if needed please message me there.
IGN:
Fur4
Describe your activity on the server:
Hello! My name is Jada, and I'm pleased to report a substantial increase in my engagement with the server. This heightened activity is largely attributable to the current summer period and the acquisition of my personal Minecraft account. Notwithstanding my commitments to extracurricular pursuits and employment outside the server environment, I possess a considerable amount of discretionary time, which I will delineate in the chart. My availability is primarily concentrated on weekdays, often spanning the entire day, and extends to weekends, with exceptions of Tuesdays and Thursdays. It is pertinent to note that my schedule will undergo adjustments once the academic term commences.
Specify your Discord username and if you have a microphone:
Always.Jada | Yes I have a microphone.
Specify your country of origin and time zone:
USA | PDT
What are your motivations in applying for the black market dealer role?:
My motivation for applying for the Black Market Dealer role stems from my longing desire to experience as much of the server as possible. I want to do anything that can in any way boost/contribute to knowledge when it comes to schoolRP and along with that expand my story telling and roleplay depth ability! Ever since I first joined the server, I’ve enjoyed the level of detail that players put into their work, the complex storytelling opportunities, and unique interactions with everyone, nothing ever repeating and stories always continuing to improve and show unique content on how someone perceives their character it provides a bit of comfort knowing that not only are there other players interested in a deeper role play experience but the fact that it’s 3d (in Minecraft) as I came from Discord roleplay servers seeing this not through just pictures makes it just as exciting to try this out. Over time, I’ve become increasingly invested in the community and the roleplay environment, which has motivated me to explore different aspects of the server beyond what I’ve already experienced.
The crime faction as of late is a role that I personally have been so deeply interested in due to its ominous nature that comes with it, although things are out in the open on the discord showing the faces of what the crime roleplaying world looks like I know like many others that what stands behind them is something way deeper than it’s letting on, and I want a piece of that. I’ve been interested in applying for many things since my initial joining of the crime discord in 2024. It has always stood out to me as one of the more unique and influential roles, capable of creating engaging scenarios not only for the dealer themselves but for criminals causing a never ending cycle of chaos and mystery, this role although it doesn’t interact much to my knowledge with the school system faction it still can develop a lot of situation negative/positive with the other factions in the server such as, civilians, law enforcement, and other factions alike. Now that the opportunity has become available along with the amount of spots open in the faction I feel like this is a great opportunity to learn from players with influence and set unique roleplay abilities and guide myself in the right direction I want to put my best foot forward and demonstrate that I can contribute positively to and quickly fill such a big role without lacking behind.
Beyond simply obtaining the role, my goal is to help create meaningful quality roleplay not only for myself but for others, make memorable interactions that teach me and build me as a character, and potentially make storylines that add depth to the server’s world. I’ve genuinely fallen in love with the server and I’m continuing to fall in love with its community, and while I have the chance, I want to experience every corner of what it has to offer. I believe the Black Market Dealer role would allow me to do exactly that while also giving back to the roleplay environment through creative and immersive character-driven interactions.
What helps you to stand out from other applicants & what can you uniquely provide to the team?:
Whats makes me and convinces me that I stand out more than other applicants, is my experience with long-form roleplay although i might not have been on this current server for as long as others since I was a kid I spent many hours and days interacting with others on different forums of roleplay servers and writing groups developing my plethora of skills I still use today, and along with that my literacy as I believe had improved a LOT, and following suit my communication abilities and I will get more into that later but last and finally my commitment to creating meaningful interactions; as I myself understand how annoying it is to have a 1-4 hours of your time wasted with lackluster interactions times where people simply power game or don’t understand that there are limits and your character doesn’t have maximum attributes. Rather than simply participating in them. I enjoy developing them, stories are a bottomless pit of ideas and creativity waiting to be told and have lasting consequences and provide opportunities for other players to become involved and develop them. Whether it’s through character development, conflict, business dealings, or server-wide events, I believe roleplay is at its best when it creates memorable experiences for everyone involved.
I am highly receptive to constructive criticism and actively seek feedback to improve both my roleplay and contribute to the community by adding my own suggestions and feedback. Again, at the same time, I am comfortable offering suggestions and ideas when I believe they can positively impact something causing a negative impact or if a process can be shortened. I understand the importance of communication, professionalism, and adaptability when working alongside a team. Additionally, I have experience helping coordinate and contribute to roleplay environments in the past, in my past I was apart of an event team where I aided in making events for the server communicating my group of fellow coordinators and organizing a wide server event where people were able to enjoy the event to its full effect this has taught me the importance of not only consistency, organization, and creating opportunities for others rather than focusing solely on my own character. I enjoy being proactive and taking initiative when appropriate, while also respecting the structure and expectations of a server.
Most importantly, I am applying with long-term intentions. This is not a role that I view as a temporary experience or something to try for a few weeks. I have been interested in this opportunity since 2024, and now that the chance has arrived, I want to fully invest myself in it. I genuinely care about the server and want to help add depth to the history behind black market dealers and depth to my own history and character, as well as activity although I believe I am already active I can always boost my activity; And immersive roleplay to the community for the foreseeable future.
I believe I can provide creativity, reliability, consistency, and a strong willingness to learn. My goal is not only to fulfill the responsibilities of the role but to actively contribute to the quality of roleplay around me and help create stories that players will remember long after they end.
What previous experience do you have in working with a team?
I’ve gotten a solid amount of experience throughout the years, both in a roleplaying setting and in a real life setting. I’ve teamed up on multiple occasions with Moderation teams and Event coordinators to brainstorm ideas, coordinate events, and make sure things are actually getting done. Those continuing experiences have instilled a lot of confidence in myself when I walk into a team setting. Some of the most important things that I believe need to be in a team setting is clear communication, reliability, and keeping a positive attitude when and even if you’re not working toward a common goal.
I’ve learned that there is a lot more to good teamwork than meets the eye, is about way more than just doing your tasks. It means actually listening to people even when you don’t see eye to eye, setting your own ego aside and viewing what they are saying in their shoes, and being open to feedback whether it’s praise or criticism. It’s about offering help when someone needs it (even if they might not ask), and being willing to step outside your comfort zone when things change even if the situation is rough. I always try to show up as someone who’s respectful, dependable, and genuinely open to other perspectives.
In roleplay specifically, I’ve worked with a lot of other players to build storylines, run events, and create interactions that feel good for everyone involved, not just for the people running it. I really enjoy that collaborative side of things. Some of the best roleplay moments I’ve had came from teamwork and bouncing ideas around with others, rather than doing it solo.
I’m comfortable both taking direction and stepping up when needed. If a leader needs an extra hand, I’m happy to jump in. At the same time, if someone knows more than I do, I’m more than willing to listen and learn. My goal in any team is simple: contribute meaningfully, keep growing, stay professional even when things get tricky, help the group succeed, and keep the energy and morale high along the way.
What suggestions do you have to help better the crime faction?
Suggestion 1 | Criminal Reputation & Notoriety
Criminal actions leave lasting impressions upon the city and upon their character. Characters who repeatedly engage in criminal activity may develop a Criminal Reputation (also referred to as Notoriety). This reputation represents how known a character is amongst civilians, gangs, businesses, black market dealers, and law enforcement.
Notoriety is entirely based on roleplay and evidence available within character knowledge. Players may not act upon notoriety without an in-character reason or source of information.
Sources of Reputation
Criminal Reputation may be developed through:
Information Networks
Information may spread through roleplay channels including:
Known Criminal Status
Characters who consistently participate in criminal roleplay may become recognized by certain groups within the city.
Examples:
Concealment & Countermeasures
Characters may take reasonable measures to conceal their identity and criminal activities.
Examples include:
Gang Reputation
Gangs themselves may develop reputations separate from individual members.
Gang reputation may be influenced by:
Police Intelligence Files
The Police Department may maintain intelligence files on individuals and gangs based on evidence obtained through roleplay.
Intelligence files cannot be based on assumptions, OOC information, or unsupported accusations.
Files may include:
Criminal Heat System
Significant criminal activity generates "Heat." Heat represents the amount of law enforcement attention surrounding a character or organization.
Characters and gangs generating excessive Heat should expect increased:
Why this works? Instead of:
"I got arrested 15 times and nobody knows who I am."
You get:
A gang robs multiple stores.
Witnesses report similar masked suspects.
Police open an investigation.
Student gossip spreads.
A news article gets posted.
Rival gangs hear about it.
Black market dealers begin offering work because they've heard of the gang.
Police begin monitoring their known associates and businesses.
Now criminal activity creates actual stories, investigations, rivalries, politics, and consequences that ripple through the server rather than disappearing after a single arrest. It rewards criminals who are careful and intelligent while giving police, civilians, journalists, and gangs more RP opportunities.
Gang Reputation
Reputation Tiers
0-49 CR
Unknown
No special benefits.
Police treat normally.
50-99 CR
Street Criminal
Recognized by small criminals.
Can gain access to low-level criminal contacts.
100-199 CR
Established Criminal
Criminals know your name.
Dealers may contact you.
Police begin intelligence tracking.
200-349 CR
Notorious
Public rumors spread.
Businesses may refuse service.
Rival gangs become interested.
350-499 CR
Kingpin
Significant influence.
Police actively monitor activities.
Criminal opportunities increase.
500+ CR
True Criminal
Entire criminal underworld recognizes you.
Major target for police and rivals.
Access to exclusive criminal RP opportunities and opportunities.
Heat System (Separate from Reputation)
This is where most servers mess up. Notoriety should be GOOD. Heat should be BAD. You can be famous without being hunted.
Heat Generation
Territory Influence Points
Instead of permissions baiting. Each gang owns their own Influence.
Gain Influence
Losing Territory
A rival gang may challenge territory if:
They possess 50 Influence in adjacent territory.
They have an IC reason.
They possess knowledge of where.
This creates:
"We need more influence in Downtown before we can challenge the Dragons."
instead of:
"Let's bait someone for permissions."
Plugin Version
And if possible to go even deeper a custom plugin could track:
/criminal record Jada123go
Reputation: 187
Heat: 43
Known Crimes:
- Assault x4
- Robbery x2
- Kidnapping x1
Gang:
Black Dragons
Wanted Level:
Medium
Police on the other hand would have access to:
/intel Jada123go
Gang leaders would have access to:
/gang reputation
And a leaderboard:
/underworld top
showing the top gangs by influence.
One thing I'd add that most servers don't have is "Criminal Prestige." and what that means, people think Rep and Prestige mean the same thing when they really don't.
Reputation = How famous you are.
Heat = How much police care.
Prestige = How respected criminals are.
A guy gets 300 Reputation because he keeps getting arrested isn't necessarily respected.
A guy with 150 Reputation who successfully runs shipments, avoids arrests, and wins gang wars might have much higher Prestige.
That creates three separate progression paths and makes the criminal ecosystem feel much more guided leading to less copy and paste people, more lore based interaction and crazier character development, and lastly a more organized system that funnels criminal roleplay down a pipeline making it easier to distinguish Crime, Gang, and ends copy and paste spam action players!
Criminal actions leave lasting impressions upon the city and upon their character. Characters who repeatedly engage in criminal activity may develop a Criminal Reputation (also referred to as Notoriety). This reputation represents how known a character is amongst civilians, gangs, businesses, black market dealers, and law enforcement.
Notoriety is entirely based on roleplay and evidence available within character knowledge. Players may not act upon notoriety without an in-character reason or source of information.
Sources of Reputation
Criminal Reputation may be developed through:
- Frequent arrests.
- Police reports.
- Witness statements.
- CCTV footage.
- News publications.
- Gang affiliations.
- Black Market activity.
- Public assaults.
- Kidnappings.
- Murders.
- Business extortion.
- Information spread through characters, organizations, or social media.
Information Networks
Information may spread through roleplay channels including:
- In-character social media.
- Character-created Discord servers.
- News organizations.
- Student gossip.
- Gang intelligence networks.
- Police databases.
- Witness testimony.
- Rumors.
Known Criminal Status
Characters who consistently participate in criminal roleplay may become recognized by certain groups within the city.
Examples:
- Police may recognize repeat offenders.
- Shop owners may refuse service.
- Civilians may avoid contact.
- Rival gangs may monitor activities.
- Dealers may seek out experienced criminals.
- Businesses may deny entry.
Concealment & Countermeasures
Characters may take reasonable measures to conceal their identity and criminal activities.
Examples include:
- Masks.
- Fake names.
- Alternate social media accounts.
- Destroying evidence.
- Witness intimidation.
- Bribery.
Gang Reputation
Gangs themselves may develop reputations separate from individual members.
Gang reputation may be influenced by:
- Territory control.
- Public events.
- Criminal operations.
- Business ownership.
- Alliances.
- Wars.
- Police investigations.
Police Intelligence Files
The Police Department may maintain intelligence files on individuals and gangs based on evidence obtained through roleplay.
Intelligence files cannot be based on assumptions, OOC information, or unsupported accusations.
Files may include:
- Arrest records.
- CCTV evidence.
- Witness statements.
- Known associates.
- Vehicle information.
- Gang affiliations.
- Ongoing investigations.
Criminal Heat System
Significant criminal activity generates "Heat." Heat represents the amount of law enforcement attention surrounding a character or organization.
Characters and gangs generating excessive Heat should expect increased:
- Patrol presence.
- Investigations.
- Surveillance.
- Informants.
- Search warrants.
- Rival gang attention.
Why this works? Instead of:
"I got arrested 15 times and nobody knows who I am."
You get:
A gang robs multiple stores.
Witnesses report similar masked suspects.
Police open an investigation.
Student gossip spreads.
A news article gets posted.
Rival gangs hear about it.
Black market dealers begin offering work because they've heard of the gang.
Police begin monitoring their known associates and businesses.
Now criminal activity creates actual stories, investigations, rivalries, politics, and consequences that ripple through the server rather than disappearing after a single arrest. It rewards criminals who are careful and intelligent while giving police, civilians, journalists, and gangs more RP opportunities.
Criminal Reputation (CR) System
Every criminal character and gang possesses a hidden or semi-public
Criminal Reputation Score (CR Score). this score reflects how known and influential they are within Karakura's criminal underworld.
Individual Reputation
Every criminal character and gang possesses a hidden or semi-public
Criminal Reputation Score (CR Score). this score reflects how known and influential they are within Karakura's criminal underworld.
Individual Reputation
Activity | CR Gain |
|---|---|
Successful Mugging | +2 |
Weapon Possession Charge | +3 |
Assault Charge | +5 |
Major Assault | +8 |
Kidnapping | +12 |
Drug Distribution | +10 |
Robbery | +15 |
Gang Conflict Victory | +15 |
Murder | +25 |
Escaping Police Custody | +10 |
Publicly Identified by Police | +15 |
Featured in News Article | +10 |
Gang Reputation
Activity | Gang CR Gain |
|---|---|
Recruiting Member | +3 |
Winning Turf Conflict | +20 |
Owning Territory | +10 Daily |
Running Criminal Operation | +15 |
Successful Shipment | +20 |
Controlling Business | +10 |
Winning Gang Event | +25 |
Defeating Rival Gang | +15 |
Reputation Tiers
0-49 CR
Unknown
No special benefits.
Police treat normally.
50-99 CR
Street Criminal
Recognized by small criminals.
Can gain access to low-level criminal contacts.
100-199 CR
Established Criminal
Criminals know your name.
Dealers may contact you.
Police begin intelligence tracking.
200-349 CR
Notorious
Public rumors spread.
Businesses may refuse service.
Rival gangs become interested.
350-499 CR
Kingpin
Significant influence.
Police actively monitor activities.
Criminal opportunities increase.
500+ CR
True Criminal
Entire criminal underworld recognizes you.
Major target for police and rivals.
Access to exclusive criminal RP opportunities and opportunities.
Heat System (Separate from Reputation)
This is where most servers mess up. Notoriety should be GOOD. Heat should be BAD. You can be famous without being hunted.
Heat Generation
Activity | Heat |
|---|---|
Assault | +5 |
Robbery | +10 |
Police Chase | +10 |
Kidnapping | +15 |
Murder | +25 |
Gang War Event | +20 |
Heat naturally decreases every day.
Heat Levels
0-25
Normal policing.
26-50
Increased patrols.
51-75
Active investigations.
76-100
Surveillance operations.
100+
City-wide manhunt.
0-25
Normal policing.
26-50
Increased patrols.
51-75
Active investigations.
76-100
Surveillance operations.
100+
City-wide manhunt.
Territory Influence Points
Instead of permissions baiting. Each gang owns their own Influence.
Gain Influence
| Activity | Influence |
|---|---|
| Activity | Influence |
| Turf Patrol | +2 |
| Gang Event | +5 |
| Recruitment | +3 |
| Criminal Operation | +5 |
| Shipment Completion | +8 |
| Defending Territory | +10 |
| Defeating Rival Gang | +15 |
Losing Territory
A rival gang may challenge territory if:
They possess 50 Influence in adjacent territory.
They have an IC reason.
They possess knowledge of where.
This creates:
"We need more influence in Downtown before we can challenge the Dragons."
instead of:
"Let's bait someone for permissions."
Plugin Version
And if possible to go even deeper a custom plugin could track:
/criminal record Jada123go
Reputation: 187
Heat: 43
Known Crimes:
- Assault x4
- Robbery x2
- Kidnapping x1
Gang:
Black Dragons
Wanted Level:
Medium
Police on the other hand would have access to:
/intel Jada123go
Gang leaders would have access to:
/gang reputation
And a leaderboard:
/underworld top
showing the top gangs by influence.
One thing I'd add that most servers don't have is "Criminal Prestige." and what that means, people think Rep and Prestige mean the same thing when they really don't.
Reputation = How famous you are.
Heat = How much police care.
Prestige = How respected criminals are.
A guy gets 300 Reputation because he keeps getting arrested isn't necessarily respected.
A guy with 150 Reputation who successfully runs shipments, avoids arrests, and wins gang wars might have much higher Prestige.
That creates three separate progression paths and makes the criminal ecosystem feel much more guided leading to less copy and paste people, more lore based interaction and crazier character development, and lastly a more organized system that funnels criminal roleplay down a pipeline making it easier to distinguish Crime, Gang, and ends copy and paste spam action players!
Suggestion 2 | Territory Conflict System
Territory Disputes:
A gang may declare a Territory Dispute against another gang if they possess a legitimate in-character reason and supporting evidence in character and out of character. Examples include:
Influence Challenges
During an active Territory Dispute, participating gangs may earn Influence Points through roleplay activities which boost your gang’s chances on winning the dispute, some of the ways to gain points include:
Conflict Permissions
While a Territory Dispute is active, members of both gangs automatically possess Minor Assault Permissions against one another. Major Assault Permissions may only be obtained through normal means or through approved dispute objectives.
Escalation
Territory Disputes progress through stages:
Stage 1 — Tension
Conflict Cooldown
Following the conclusion of a Territory Dispute, participating gangs enter a two-week cooldown period before declaring another dispute against the same gang.
Why this works
Currently gangs to my knowledge often:
"Their gang has been moving weapons through our turf, recruited one of our prospects, and stole one of our weapon shipments. We've opened a territory dispute and are fighting for control of the district."
That feels much more like organized crime and gives gangs something meaningful to do every day.
Territory Disputes:
A gang may declare a Territory Dispute against another gang if they possess a legitimate in-character reason and supporting evidence in character and out of character. Examples include:
- Intruding on claimed territory.
- Recruiting members from another gang.
- Theft of gang property or resources.
- Assaults against gang members.
- Interference with criminal operations.
- Refusal to pay agreed tributes, debts, or business arrangements.
Influence Challenges
During an active Territory Dispute, participating gangs may earn Influence Points through roleplay activities which boost your gang’s chances on winning the dispute, some of the ways to gain points include:
- Turf patrols.
- Successful criminal operations.
- Information gathering.
- Recruitment.
- Business control.
- Gang-hosted events.
- Capturing evidence against rival gangs.
- Winning approved conflict events.
Conflict Permissions
While a Territory Dispute is active, members of both gangs automatically possess Minor Assault Permissions against one another. Major Assault Permissions may only be obtained through normal means or through approved dispute objectives.
Escalation
Territory Disputes progress through stages:
Stage 1 — Tension
- Surveillance.
- Threats.
- Recruitment competition.
- Property marking.
- Minor Assault.
- Turf raids.
- Resource theft.
- Territory contests.
- Staff-approved conflict events.
- Major Assault objectives.
- Territory seizures.
- Special gang operations.
Conflict Cooldown
Following the conclusion of a Territory Dispute, participating gangs enter a two-week cooldown period before declaring another dispute against the same gang.
Why this works
Currently gangs to my knowledge often:
- Wait for someone to slip up.
- Bait permissions.
- Sit inactive because there's no reason to fight.
- Actual gang politics.
- Turf wars.
- Diplomacy and alliances.
- Organized criminal activity.
- Reasons to patrol territory.
- Long-term rivalries.
"Their gang has been moving weapons through our turf, recruited one of our prospects, and stole one of our weapon shipments. We've opened a territory dispute and are fighting for control of the district."
That feels much more like organized crime and gives gangs something meaningful to do every day.
Are you familiar with all rules pertaining to weapon profiles, combat, permissions, and player conduct on the server?
Yes, I am familiar with the weapons, combat, permissions and player conduct rules.
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?
Yes, and I completely obliged with this rule.
Are you familiar with that if your character(s) is/are killed or permanently arrested twice, you will be removed from the black market?
Yes, and I completely obliged with this rule.
Are you familiar with that you cannot reveal any out-of-character plans or potential addition to the black market to others?
Yes, and I completely obliged with this rule.
In-Character (IC) Section
Full Legal Name:
Yōko Natsuki
Criminal Alias:
Black Veil
Age & Occupation:
19 | Information Broker, Occult Consultant, Black Market Dealer
Gender & Marital Status:
Female, Single
Ethnicity & Race:
Japanese
Known Languages:
Japanese, Zhuang, Korean
Former Associations/Occupations:
Student, Independent Researcher of Urban Legends and Folklore
Highest Level of Education:
High School Graduate
Physical/Mental Ailments:
Chronic insomnia, anxiety, obsessive tendencies
Known Family Members:
Father (estranged), Mother (estranged)
Describe your character's appearance to the greatest detail:
Yōko Natsuki stands at approximately 168 centimeters tall with a thin, almost fragile frame that often causes people to underestimate her. Her skin is noticeably pale, a result of countless sleepless nights spent researching, traveling, and conducting business long after sunset. She possesses sharp blue-gray eyes that rarely display emotion, though prolonged eye contact often reveals a calculating nature hidden beneath her calm exterior. Dark circles permanently rest beneath her eyes, evidence of years spent chasing mysteries that most people would dismiss as fiction.
Her black hair falls slightly below her shoulders and is often left untidy, framing her face in a manner that contributes to her perpetually exhausted appearance. She commonly wears dark coats, turtlenecks, gloves, and practical clothing designed to blend into crowds rather than attract attention. During business dealings, she often carries a black umbrella regardless of weather conditions, a habit that has become associated with her reputation within the criminal underworld.
Those who have met her frequently describe her presence as unsettling rather than intimidating. She rarely smiles, rarely raises her voice, and speaks with a calmness that feels inappropriate for the situations she often finds herself in.
Describe your character's personality to the greatest detail:
Yōko is highly intelligent, observant, and emotionally reserved. She spends more time listening than speaking and often learns more about people than they realize they have revealed. Years of obsession with unexplained phenomena have left her skeptical of surface-level explanations and constantly searching for hidden meanings behind events.
Despite her involvement in criminal activities, Yōko does not view herself as malicious. She sees herself as someone pursuing answers, regardless of the consequences. Morality has gradually become secondary to curiosity. This mindset often places her in dangerous situations, as she is willing to investigate things others would rather avoid.
She struggles to form meaningful relationships and maintains emotional distance from nearly everyone she encounters. While she is capable of empathy, she rarely allows it to influence her decisions. Beneath her composed exterior lies a deeply obsessive personality. Once something captures her interest, she becomes relentless in her pursuit of understanding it.
The closer she gets to danger, the more alive she feels. Fear, death, violence, and human suffering have become intertwined with her search for answers regarding the supernatural. This has led her to develop an unhealthy attraction to situations that most people would flee.
Describe your character's backstory to the greatest detail:
Yōko Natsuki lived an ordinary life until her mid-teenage years, when she began noticing things that nobody else could see. What started as strange observations eventually became impossible to ignore. One particular encounter involving a mysterious girl at her school shattered her understanding of reality and sparked an obsession that would define the rest of her life.
Unable to find rational explanations, Yōko immersed herself in folklore, urban legends, ghost stories, and occult literature. She spent years researching supernatural phenomena, convinced that the answers she sought existed somewhere beyond conventional understanding. Her search gradually led her into darker circles of society where rumors, curses, and whispered legends carried far more value than facts.
During her investigations, she encountered an older criminal known as Sato, a seasoned veteran of the underworld who recognized both her intelligence and recklessness. Under his guidance, Yōko learned how the criminal world operated. She learned negotiation, surveillance, information gathering, and how to survive in environments where mistakes often carried fatal consequences.
Over time, she noticed a disturbing pattern. Places associated with violence, betrayal, and death seemed saturated with the same unnatural sensations she had experienced during her earliest supernatural encounters. Abandoned buildings, crime scenes, gang territories, and black-market operations all felt connected by an invisible thread.
Believing that negative human emotions left behind traces that could be studied, Yōko began deliberately placing herself closer to criminal activity. Her growing reputation for locating information and resolving unusual problems eventually earned her the alias "Black Veil."
What began as a search for answers slowly transformed into a profitable business. People approached her with requests ranging from finding stolen goods to investigating supposed curses. She quickly discovered that fear could be sold just as easily as information.
The first time she sold a curse, she believed she was helping someone seek justice. The second time, she realized revenge paid significantly better.
PART1.
What drives a silent stranger to make deals with things older than humanity?
A nostalgic sound reverberated through the hollow shell of a building. The rain began to drum an unsettling cadence against the metallic roof, each drop echoing like a distant, hollow knock in the encroaching gloom. It seemed to be the only noise filling the gloomy air, a solitary sound in the oppressive silence. , the husk of emotion that the celestial crown left behind. What drives a person to interact with such a place? What drives a silent stranger to make deals with things older than humanity? The men waiting in the warehouse believed it was greed; others believed it was passion, though anyone with sense would call it foolishly ignorant.
“Who is this Shion? And what seems to be taking them so god damn long?” Man 1 let out abruptly, filling the air with something other than the environment’s white noise. “Are they even going to show?” His eyes, like restless shadows, darted around the oppressive space before narrowing, his gaze now a fixed, unwavering point on the obscured entrance. Click Click, the somber interior of the scarcely filled, neglected property was briefly lit up by the fleeting burst of sound from the light at hand, the orange heart flickering briefly; Flick Flick a similar sound escaped the lighter, only this time engaging the fuel, the same scenario followed, only this time the flame stayed. “You have nothing better to do anyway,” the words jumbled out of Man 2’s mouth. . . the cigar taking most of his attention as he put the foot to the flame than to his lips. “Whether she shows or not has nothing to do with us.” His eyes drifted from the entrance to his *acquaintance* and back to his smoke. “I’m sure the boss wou-” Footsteps interrupted, trailing against the floor; heels clicking with every stride. Click . . Clack . . .v Click, water falling from the parasol lacking color. They watched Yōko Natsuki step through the rusted doorway without hesitation, black coat soaked from the rain, expression empty as ever. Her attention seemed beyond them. As if their presence meant nothing to her and her agenda.
None of them noticed the shadows moving behind her, until of course they stepped out of them. Three taller individuals with metallic disfigured masks concealing their identities, the group ahead whispered among themselves as Yōko pressed forward.
Her eyes scanned the group and likewise the group scanned her, judgement riddled on their faces. Her hands glided across her bag zipping it open, eyes still fixated on the few in front of her; zwurp came along with the bag closing. The package on the table wasn't drugs, weapons, or money.
It was a name.
A single name written on a piece of paper.
On this side of the underworld, names were worth more than bullets.
PART 2
The first body Yōko ever saw wasn't in a cemetery or a crime scene. It was sitting across from her in the homeroom, pretending to be alive.
At first, Yoko didn't think much of it. This girl had appeared in thin air, not literally of course. . . she had transferred halfway through the semester. She sat near the back of the classroom by the windows, speaking only when spoken to and keeping her eyes fixed on her desk. In a school full of loud personalities and restless teenagers, she blended into the background with surprising ease. Nobody seemed to pay her much attention. Neither did Yōko. Until the sunlight hit her.
Three weeks passed before she noticed. Every afternoon, as the sun lowered over the city, golden light spilled through the classroom windows and stretched across the rows of desks. Students would groan, teachers would close the blinds, and Yōko would stare absentmindedly out the window.
Then she saw it. The light passed through the girl.
Not around her.
Not behind her.
Through her.
For a moment Yōko thought she was imagining things. She rubbed her eyes and looked again.
The girl's outline flickered like a reflection on disturbed water. Then it was gone. The next day it happened again. And the day after that.
The girl attended class.
The girl answered questions.
The girl laughed at jokes.
The girl copied notes from the board.
Yet every afternoon, for only a few seconds, sunlight revealed something that shouldn't have existed.
Or perhaps something that shouldn't have.
Yōko became obsessed.
She watched the girl instead of her teachers.
She watched her instead of taking notes.
She watched her during lunch.
Between classes.
After school.
And the more she watched, the more things stopped making sense.
No one ever spoke to the girl first.
No one ever called her by name.
When attendance was taken, the teacher's eyes always skipped over her desk.
As if she wasn't there.
As if she had never been there at all.
The realization came slowly.
Then all at once.
One rainy afternoon, Yōko searched the school's records.
The transfer student didn't exist.
No enrollment records.
No emergency contact information.
No photograph.
Nothing.
The desk she'd occupied for nearly a month wasn't assigned to anyone. Yōko stared at the screen long after the bell rang. A cold feeling crept down her spine. Because tomorrow, she knew exactly where she would look when she entered homeroom. And she knew exactly who would be waiting for her.
The dead girl sitting by the window.
BEEP BEEP. . . BEEP BEEP. . . BE- Click. The sound of an alarm blared in the bedroom where Yōko once laid lifeless. Her eyes frantic, her hair in disarray and a prolonged groan escaped from her scratchy voice whilst she slid her forearm across her lips wiping the remains of drool before slipping away from her blanket and preparing her morning routine. The pacing began. . . the clicking of heels filled the noiseless room with some sort of clamour. Small murmurs escaped Yoko once more as she stopped to stare at the mirror, her eyes tapering and her hands clasping to gather as she attempted to gather what was left of her sanity! “What the HELL am I going to do. . .” distress oozed from her pores like a vanilla cone on a tanning bed. “How can I confront her- no. . it doesn’t have a gender, is it even a concept? How do I approach it what can it and can’t do. . .?!” Frantically her hands slid up to her head grabbing either side and combing her nails through her hair, the gravity of the situation truly was dawning onto her as the clock continued to rive forward. Chitter chatter came from the lower floors - “Lousey neighbors. . . they are a waste of spac-” BANG BANG BANG came from the lower floor once again cutting her off abruptly. Her annoyance dragged on, her temper and mood slowly taking a dip. Was it too much; her hand quickly gripped the door handle as she left her room swiftly avoiding any unwanted interaction with the aliens some would call her parents, her steps echoed in the bare boned hallway whilst the smell of spoiled food and beer waffed in the air. “YAKO!” Came crashing from the living room. Her head didn’t budge, her eyes stayed glued to the ground as she sped her way through the door and out the area.
The cold morning air stung Yōko's face like a bee the moment she stepped outside. It was refreshing, something other than the intoxicated air in her home, even if only slightly. The stale scent of beer and spoiled food followed her like a leadless dog, lingering out from the inside of her apartment building but just as quickly as she left, so was the scent which quickly was replaced by damp concrete and rain-soaked asphalt. Dark clouds stretched endlessly overhead, swallowing the radiant orb of energy behind layers of gray. The city looked washed out, drained of color, as if the weather itself shared her mood.
She adjusted the strap of her school bag and began walking. Ordinarily, the route to school was mindless. A routine she had repeated thousands of times without thought. Yet today every step felt strangely distant, as though her body were moving on its own while her mind remained trapped back in her bedroom, replaying the previous day's events over and over again.
No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't make sense of it.
The image lingered at the forefront of her thoughts; the girl sitting quietly by the window. The unnatural transparency of her figure. The way sunlight seemed to expose something that should not have existed. Every explanation Yōko came up with quickly collapsed beneath its own absurdity. Hallucination? Fatigue? Stress? She desperately wanted to accept any of them.
Unfortunately, none of them felt right. She simple felt, out of touch
As she crossed an intersection, her eyes drifted toward a puddle collected near the curb. For a brief moment she caught her own reflection staring back at her. Pale skin. Dark circles beneath tired eyes. A girl who looked just as exhausted as she felt.
She looked away immediately.
The city bustled around her. Students laughed as they passed one another on the sidewalk. Shopkeepers rolled open metal shutters. Commuters hurried toward train stations with cups of coffee in hand. Life continued exactly as it always had. Meanwhile, Yōko felt as though she had been separated from it entirely. The school gates eventually came into view through the morning haze. A familiar sight that usually brought a sense of routine. Today it only caused a knot to tighten within her stomach.
Her pace slowed.
Part of her wanted to turn around, run even!
Part of her wanted to convince herself none of this was real.
Yet another part—the stubborn, reckless part of her mind—needed answers.
Before she realized it, she was standing outside her homeroom.
The chatter of students spilled through the doorway. Desks sc****d against the floor. Friends exchanged stories from the previous evening. Everything sounded painfully normal.
Yōko slid the classroom door open.
Her eyes immediately found the seat by the window.
And there she was.
The girl sat exactly where she had been yesterday, quietly gazing outside as sunlight filtered through the glass behind her. Yōko felt her stomach drop. She hadn't disappeared.
“This is EXCRUITIATING” this mystery entity groaned, her eyes narrowed and widened rapidly as if she was having an aneurysm, as if she had a sense of self. WHAM! Swiftly a hand came crashing down onto the board upfront, with no time to think her body corrected itself; fixing her posture, attitude and attention causing her to fixate back on the lesson at hand.
“Are yo-” Yoko stammered, her attention dipping in and out of the teacher’s dialog whilst scrutinizing/examining this mystery entity, the lack of awareness of her situation “バカ、授業の後に残されるぞ。” escaped her breath as her eyes continued to scan this mystery entity, judgment and insults flowing through her head like a running faucet. How could someone be so dumb written all over
The response left her mouth almost instinctively.
A few moments later the teacher resumed the lesson, the class following suit as pencils returned to paper and conversations faded into silence. Yōko, however, found herself trapped elsewhere entirely.
The remainder of the day passed in a blur.
She found herself watching.
Listening.
Waiting.
The girl remained exactly where she had been. Quiet. Motionless. Detached from the rest of the room as though she existed behind a pane of glass no one else could see.
When the final bell rang, Yōko did something she normally never would.
She followed her.
At first it felt ridiculous. She kept her distance as students poured through the hallways, watching the girl’s dark silhouette drift through the crowds. Yet something quickly became apparent.
Nobody moved for her.
Nobody acknowledged her.
Students walked directly through the space she occupied before correcting themselves at the last second, their expressions unchanged as if they hadn’t noticed anything unusual at all.
Yōko’s pace slowed.
Her stomach sank.
For the first time in her life, she was witnessing something she could not explain away.
The girl eventually disappeared into the crowd.
Yōko never found her.
She searched for weeks afterward.
Names in attendance records.
Yearbooks.
Class registries.
Student directories.
Nothing.
It was as if the girl had never existed.
The lack of answers gnawed at her.
What began as curiosity slowly transformed into obsession.
Afternoons once spent studying became afternoons spent wandering dusty bookstores and forgotten library aisles. She devoured stories she would have once dismissed as nonsense. Urban legends. Folk tales. Accounts of wandering spirits and vengeful apparitions. Most were contradictory. Many were obvious fabrications. Later annoyed with the duds of cases and dead ends that were yet to be seen, she decided to find a club and or a group of people that were like minded. Yearning for understanding, she realized she needed numbers to get it.
Yet every now and then she would stumble across a detail that sounded painfully familiar.
A figure seen only by a single witness.
A spirit mistaken for a living person.
An encounter that began with someone noticing what everyone else overlooked.
Coincidences became patterns.
Patterns became possibilities.
And possibilities became belief.
By the time Yōko realized she had stopped searching for rational explanations, she had already begun searching for something else entirely.
Answers.
Unfortunately, answers had a habit of attracting people who were asking the same questions.
And one rainy evening, someone finally found her first.
PART 3
The first time Yōko sold a curse, she thought she was helping someone. The second time, she realized how much money people would pay for revenge.
The first time Yōko sold a curse, she thought she was helping someone.
The second time, she realized how much money people would pay for revenge.
Rain drummed against the city without mercy.
Neon signs reflected off puddles lining the streets, their colors bleeding together beneath the storm as pedestrians hurried beneath umbrellas and awnings. Yōko paid them no mind. Her hands remained buried in the pockets of her coat as she followed a weathered old man through the maze of backstreets.
The man never introduced himself.
Not properly.
Most people simply referred to him as “Old Man Sato.”
Whether that was his real name or not, Yōko never bothered asking.
His shoulders were broad, barely noticeable under his dark unwavering trench coat, despite his age, his posture unwavering, he stood tall. Deep wrinkles carved themselves across his face like battle scars left behind by decades of poor decisions and worse company, each line like an illustration and its own story. He spoke rarely, his voice smokey but carried weight none the less, but whenever he did, people listened.
The criminal world had a way of teaching lessons very quickly to those dumb enough to find out.
The old man had survived long enough to become a teacher of those rules, like a Charon.
“You walk too loudly.” His voice emerged without warning.
Yōko rolled her eyes. “You heard me from three meters away.”
Swiftly he followed up “Four.”
“That’s not any better.” Her eyes darted to the side, her expression sulked along with her attitude
“It is if you’re trying not to die.” The old man continued forward.
Yōko followed.
At first she had only tolerated his presence. Then she began learning from him.
Now she found herself seeking him out, not because she trusted him. But primarily because he knew things. The underworld was a strange place. People lied. Information lied. Even appearances lied. Yet beneath all of it existed patterns. Routes. Habits. Rules.
Everything had value.
A favor.
A secret.
A name.
A photograph.
A threat.
Old Man Sato taught her how to recognize value.
How to negotiate.
How to identify desperation.
How to tell when someone was reaching for a weapon.
How to leave before police lights painted the walls blue.
How to disappear into crowds.
How to survive.
The first time she watched a deal go bad, she couldn’t sleep for three nights. The fifth time, she barely remembered it. The tenth time, she caught herself taking mental notes. That realization disturbed her more than anything else. Because beneath the fear was excitement. An intoxicating rush she couldn’t explain.
Every abandoned warehouse.
Every alleyway exchange.
Every whispered conversation conducted beneath flickering streetlights.
Every crime scene.
Every tragedy.
Every act of violence.
She felt it.
The same sensation.
The same pressure.
The same invisible weight hanging in the air.
Like something was watching.
Like something was feeding.
The closer people drifted toward death, the stronger it became. At first she believed it was coincidence. Eventually she stopped lying to herself. Whatever answers she sought were connected to it.
To fear.
To suffering.
To despair.
Negative emotions lingered.
They stained places.
People.
Memories.
The occult books called it many things.
Spiritual residue.
Malice.
Corruption.
Curses.
Yōko didn’t know which explanation was correct. What she did know was that the strongest traces always appeared where human beings were at their worst. And unfortunately for her, that meant the criminal underworld was overflowing with clues.
“You’ve got that look again.” Sato’s voice cut through the rain.
Yōko glanced up. “What look?”
“The same one addicts get.”
She frowned. “I’m not addicted to anything.”
The old man laughed, A low, tired laugh. “Keep telling yourself that.”
For a moment neither spoke. Rain continued falling around them. Then Sato stopped walking. His hand slipped away from his coat pocket extending forward stabbing what lingered in the dark with his attention. Ahead stood a small apartment building tucked between two larger structures. Its windows were dark Its entrance partially concealed. Ordinary. Forgettable. Exactly the kind of place people conducted business they didn’t want remembered.
The old man lit a cigarette. “Ready?”
Yōko looked toward the old man stopping along side him briefly allowing her eyes to dance along his posture and onto the building. The pressure was already there.
Waiting.
A familiar feeling crawling beneath her skin. For reasons she still couldn’t understand, she smiled. And for the first time, the old man looked genuinely concerned.
Unable to find rational explanations, Yōko immersed herself in folklore, urban legends, ghost stories, and occult literature. She spent years researching supernatural phenomena, convinced that the answers she sought existed somewhere beyond conventional understanding. Her search gradually led her into darker circles of society where rumors, curses, and whispered legends carried far more value than facts.
During her investigations, she encountered an older criminal known as Sato, a seasoned veteran of the underworld who recognized both her intelligence and recklessness. Under his guidance, Yōko learned how the criminal world operated. She learned negotiation, surveillance, information gathering, and how to survive in environments where mistakes often carried fatal consequences.
Over time, she noticed a disturbing pattern. Places associated with violence, betrayal, and death seemed saturated with the same unnatural sensations she had experienced during her earliest supernatural encounters. Abandoned buildings, crime scenes, gang territories, and black-market operations all felt connected by an invisible thread.
Believing that negative human emotions left behind traces that could be studied, Yōko began deliberately placing herself closer to criminal activity. Her growing reputation for locating information and resolving unusual problems eventually earned her the alias "Black Veil."
What began as a search for answers slowly transformed into a profitable business. People approached her with requests ranging from finding stolen goods to investigating supposed curses. She quickly discovered that fear could be sold just as easily as information.
The first time she sold a curse, she believed she was helping someone seek justice. The second time, she realized revenge paid significantly better.
PART1.
What drives a silent stranger to make deals with things older than humanity?
A nostalgic sound reverberated through the hollow shell of a building. The rain began to drum an unsettling cadence against the metallic roof, each drop echoing like a distant, hollow knock in the encroaching gloom. It seemed to be the only noise filling the gloomy air, a solitary sound in the oppressive silence. , the husk of emotion that the celestial crown left behind. What drives a person to interact with such a place? What drives a silent stranger to make deals with things older than humanity? The men waiting in the warehouse believed it was greed; others believed it was passion, though anyone with sense would call it foolishly ignorant.
“Who is this Shion? And what seems to be taking them so god damn long?” Man 1 let out abruptly, filling the air with something other than the environment’s white noise. “Are they even going to show?” His eyes, like restless shadows, darted around the oppressive space before narrowing, his gaze now a fixed, unwavering point on the obscured entrance. Click Click, the somber interior of the scarcely filled, neglected property was briefly lit up by the fleeting burst of sound from the light at hand, the orange heart flickering briefly; Flick Flick a similar sound escaped the lighter, only this time engaging the fuel, the same scenario followed, only this time the flame stayed. “You have nothing better to do anyway,” the words jumbled out of Man 2’s mouth. . . the cigar taking most of his attention as he put the foot to the flame than to his lips. “Whether she shows or not has nothing to do with us.” His eyes drifted from the entrance to his *acquaintance* and back to his smoke. “I’m sure the boss wou-” Footsteps interrupted, trailing against the floor; heels clicking with every stride. Click . . Clack . . .v Click, water falling from the parasol lacking color. They watched Yōko Natsuki step through the rusted doorway without hesitation, black coat soaked from the rain, expression empty as ever. Her attention seemed beyond them. As if their presence meant nothing to her and her agenda.
None of them noticed the shadows moving behind her, until of course they stepped out of them. Three taller individuals with metallic disfigured masks concealing their identities, the group ahead whispered among themselves as Yōko pressed forward.
Her eyes scanned the group and likewise the group scanned her, judgement riddled on their faces. Her hands glided across her bag zipping it open, eyes still fixated on the few in front of her; zwurp came along with the bag closing. The package on the table wasn't drugs, weapons, or money.
It was a name.
A single name written on a piece of paper.
On this side of the underworld, names were worth more than bullets.
PART 2
The first body Yōko ever saw wasn't in a cemetery or a crime scene. It was sitting across from her in the homeroom, pretending to be alive.
At first, Yoko didn't think much of it. This girl had appeared in thin air, not literally of course. . . she had transferred halfway through the semester. She sat near the back of the classroom by the windows, speaking only when spoken to and keeping her eyes fixed on her desk. In a school full of loud personalities and restless teenagers, she blended into the background with surprising ease. Nobody seemed to pay her much attention. Neither did Yōko. Until the sunlight hit her.
Three weeks passed before she noticed. Every afternoon, as the sun lowered over the city, golden light spilled through the classroom windows and stretched across the rows of desks. Students would groan, teachers would close the blinds, and Yōko would stare absentmindedly out the window.
Then she saw it. The light passed through the girl.
Not around her.
Not behind her.
Through her.
For a moment Yōko thought she was imagining things. She rubbed her eyes and looked again.
The girl's outline flickered like a reflection on disturbed water. Then it was gone. The next day it happened again. And the day after that.
The girl attended class.
The girl answered questions.
The girl laughed at jokes.
The girl copied notes from the board.
Yet every afternoon, for only a few seconds, sunlight revealed something that shouldn't have existed.
Or perhaps something that shouldn't have.
Yōko became obsessed.
She watched the girl instead of her teachers.
She watched her instead of taking notes.
She watched her during lunch.
Between classes.
After school.
And the more she watched, the more things stopped making sense.
No one ever spoke to the girl first.
No one ever called her by name.
When attendance was taken, the teacher's eyes always skipped over her desk.
As if she wasn't there.
As if she had never been there at all.
The realization came slowly.
Then all at once.
One rainy afternoon, Yōko searched the school's records.
The transfer student didn't exist.
No enrollment records.
No emergency contact information.
No photograph.
Nothing.
The desk she'd occupied for nearly a month wasn't assigned to anyone. Yōko stared at the screen long after the bell rang. A cold feeling crept down her spine. Because tomorrow, she knew exactly where she would look when she entered homeroom. And she knew exactly who would be waiting for her.
The dead girl sitting by the window.
BEEP BEEP. . . BEEP BEEP. . . BE- Click. The sound of an alarm blared in the bedroom where Yōko once laid lifeless. Her eyes frantic, her hair in disarray and a prolonged groan escaped from her scratchy voice whilst she slid her forearm across her lips wiping the remains of drool before slipping away from her blanket and preparing her morning routine. The pacing began. . . the clicking of heels filled the noiseless room with some sort of clamour. Small murmurs escaped Yoko once more as she stopped to stare at the mirror, her eyes tapering and her hands clasping to gather as she attempted to gather what was left of her sanity! “What the HELL am I going to do. . .” distress oozed from her pores like a vanilla cone on a tanning bed. “How can I confront her- no. . it doesn’t have a gender, is it even a concept? How do I approach it what can it and can’t do. . .?!” Frantically her hands slid up to her head grabbing either side and combing her nails through her hair, the gravity of the situation truly was dawning onto her as the clock continued to rive forward. Chitter chatter came from the lower floors - “Lousey neighbors. . . they are a waste of spac-” BANG BANG BANG came from the lower floor once again cutting her off abruptly. Her annoyance dragged on, her temper and mood slowly taking a dip. Was it too much; her hand quickly gripped the door handle as she left her room swiftly avoiding any unwanted interaction with the aliens some would call her parents, her steps echoed in the bare boned hallway whilst the smell of spoiled food and beer waffed in the air. “YAKO!” Came crashing from the living room. Her head didn’t budge, her eyes stayed glued to the ground as she sped her way through the door and out the area.
The cold morning air stung Yōko's face like a bee the moment she stepped outside. It was refreshing, something other than the intoxicated air in her home, even if only slightly. The stale scent of beer and spoiled food followed her like a leadless dog, lingering out from the inside of her apartment building but just as quickly as she left, so was the scent which quickly was replaced by damp concrete and rain-soaked asphalt. Dark clouds stretched endlessly overhead, swallowing the radiant orb of energy behind layers of gray. The city looked washed out, drained of color, as if the weather itself shared her mood.
She adjusted the strap of her school bag and began walking. Ordinarily, the route to school was mindless. A routine she had repeated thousands of times without thought. Yet today every step felt strangely distant, as though her body were moving on its own while her mind remained trapped back in her bedroom, replaying the previous day's events over and over again.
No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't make sense of it.
The image lingered at the forefront of her thoughts; the girl sitting quietly by the window. The unnatural transparency of her figure. The way sunlight seemed to expose something that should not have existed. Every explanation Yōko came up with quickly collapsed beneath its own absurdity. Hallucination? Fatigue? Stress? She desperately wanted to accept any of them.
Unfortunately, none of them felt right. She simple felt, out of touch
As she crossed an intersection, her eyes drifted toward a puddle collected near the curb. For a brief moment she caught her own reflection staring back at her. Pale skin. Dark circles beneath tired eyes. A girl who looked just as exhausted as she felt.
She looked away immediately.
The city bustled around her. Students laughed as they passed one another on the sidewalk. Shopkeepers rolled open metal shutters. Commuters hurried toward train stations with cups of coffee in hand. Life continued exactly as it always had. Meanwhile, Yōko felt as though she had been separated from it entirely. The school gates eventually came into view through the morning haze. A familiar sight that usually brought a sense of routine. Today it only caused a knot to tighten within her stomach.
Her pace slowed.
Part of her wanted to turn around, run even!
Part of her wanted to convince herself none of this was real.
Yet another part—the stubborn, reckless part of her mind—needed answers.
Before she realized it, she was standing outside her homeroom.
The chatter of students spilled through the doorway. Desks sc****d against the floor. Friends exchanged stories from the previous evening. Everything sounded painfully normal.
Yōko slid the classroom door open.
Her eyes immediately found the seat by the window.
And there she was.
The girl sat exactly where she had been yesterday, quietly gazing outside as sunlight filtered through the glass behind her. Yōko felt her stomach drop. She hadn't disappeared.
“This is EXCRUITIATING” this mystery entity groaned, her eyes narrowed and widened rapidly as if she was having an aneurysm, as if she had a sense of self. WHAM! Swiftly a hand came crashing down onto the board upfront, with no time to think her body corrected itself; fixing her posture, attitude and attention causing her to fixate back on the lesson at hand.
“Are yo-” Yoko stammered, her attention dipping in and out of the teacher’s dialog whilst scrutinizing/examining this mystery entity, the lack of awareness of her situation “バカ、授業の後に残されるぞ。” escaped her breath as her eyes continued to scan this mystery entity, judgment and insults flowing through her head like a running faucet. How could someone be so dumb written all over
her face. . . Reluctantly her eyes stayed glued to the girl. . . But why- no better yet, but how? What had Yoko so fixated on one of her piers- for an action should hadn’t ever cared about, for someone she had paid no true attention to prior to this day, what had her mind so strung out avoiding the main focus of the room. Her eyes relinquished contact briefly like a breath of air escaping a drowning animal. . . Her eyes followed the line of heads as the gears turned in her head as words wisely uttered from her lips “No one even knows she’s there.” Every word struggling to escape her, an internal fight about who she claims to be and what she claims to believe were in turmoil. Her psychosis like state alarmed the one person facing her! “Yoko!” Her teacher erupted. “Does something else where seem more important?” Yoko shuddered under the thunder of the attention, her head from a confused hesitant horizontal shake to a violent one… “…No.”The response left her mouth almost instinctively.
A few moments later the teacher resumed the lesson, the class following suit as pencils returned to paper and conversations faded into silence. Yōko, however, found herself trapped elsewhere entirely.
The remainder of the day passed in a blur.
She found herself watching.
Listening.
Waiting.
The girl remained exactly where she had been. Quiet. Motionless. Detached from the rest of the room as though she existed behind a pane of glass no one else could see.
When the final bell rang, Yōko did something she normally never would.
She followed her.
At first it felt ridiculous. She kept her distance as students poured through the hallways, watching the girl’s dark silhouette drift through the crowds. Yet something quickly became apparent.
Nobody moved for her.
Nobody acknowledged her.
Students walked directly through the space she occupied before correcting themselves at the last second, their expressions unchanged as if they hadn’t noticed anything unusual at all.
Yōko’s pace slowed.
Her stomach sank.
For the first time in her life, she was witnessing something she could not explain away.
The girl eventually disappeared into the crowd.
Yōko never found her.
She searched for weeks afterward.
Names in attendance records.
Yearbooks.
Class registries.
Student directories.
Nothing.
It was as if the girl had never existed.
The lack of answers gnawed at her.
What began as curiosity slowly transformed into obsession.
Afternoons once spent studying became afternoons spent wandering dusty bookstores and forgotten library aisles. She devoured stories she would have once dismissed as nonsense. Urban legends. Folk tales. Accounts of wandering spirits and vengeful apparitions. Most were contradictory. Many were obvious fabrications. Later annoyed with the duds of cases and dead ends that were yet to be seen, she decided to find a club and or a group of people that were like minded. Yearning for understanding, she realized she needed numbers to get it.
Yet every now and then she would stumble across a detail that sounded painfully familiar.
A figure seen only by a single witness.
A spirit mistaken for a living person.
An encounter that began with someone noticing what everyone else overlooked.
Coincidences became patterns.
Patterns became possibilities.
And possibilities became belief.
By the time Yōko realized she had stopped searching for rational explanations, she had already begun searching for something else entirely.
Answers.
Unfortunately, answers had a habit of attracting people who were asking the same questions.
And one rainy evening, someone finally found her first.
PART 3
The first time Yōko sold a curse, she thought she was helping someone. The second time, she realized how much money people would pay for revenge.
The first time Yōko sold a curse, she thought she was helping someone.
The second time, she realized how much money people would pay for revenge.
Rain drummed against the city without mercy.
Neon signs reflected off puddles lining the streets, their colors bleeding together beneath the storm as pedestrians hurried beneath umbrellas and awnings. Yōko paid them no mind. Her hands remained buried in the pockets of her coat as she followed a weathered old man through the maze of backstreets.
The man never introduced himself.
Not properly.
Most people simply referred to him as “Old Man Sato.”
Whether that was his real name or not, Yōko never bothered asking.
His shoulders were broad, barely noticeable under his dark unwavering trench coat, despite his age, his posture unwavering, he stood tall. Deep wrinkles carved themselves across his face like battle scars left behind by decades of poor decisions and worse company, each line like an illustration and its own story. He spoke rarely, his voice smokey but carried weight none the less, but whenever he did, people listened.
The criminal world had a way of teaching lessons very quickly to those dumb enough to find out.
The old man had survived long enough to become a teacher of those rules, like a Charon.
“You walk too loudly.” His voice emerged without warning.
Yōko rolled her eyes. “You heard me from three meters away.”
Swiftly he followed up “Four.”
“That’s not any better.” Her eyes darted to the side, her expression sulked along with her attitude
“It is if you’re trying not to die.” The old man continued forward.
Yōko followed.
At first she had only tolerated his presence. Then she began learning from him.
Now she found herself seeking him out, not because she trusted him. But primarily because he knew things. The underworld was a strange place. People lied. Information lied. Even appearances lied. Yet beneath all of it existed patterns. Routes. Habits. Rules.
Everything had value.
A favor.
A secret.
A name.
A photograph.
A threat.
Old Man Sato taught her how to recognize value.
How to negotiate.
How to identify desperation.
How to tell when someone was reaching for a weapon.
How to leave before police lights painted the walls blue.
How to disappear into crowds.
How to survive.
The first time she watched a deal go bad, she couldn’t sleep for three nights. The fifth time, she barely remembered it. The tenth time, she caught herself taking mental notes. That realization disturbed her more than anything else. Because beneath the fear was excitement. An intoxicating rush she couldn’t explain.
Every abandoned warehouse.
Every alleyway exchange.
Every whispered conversation conducted beneath flickering streetlights.
Every crime scene.
Every tragedy.
Every act of violence.
She felt it.
The same sensation.
The same pressure.
The same invisible weight hanging in the air.
Like something was watching.
Like something was feeding.
The closer people drifted toward death, the stronger it became. At first she believed it was coincidence. Eventually she stopped lying to herself. Whatever answers she sought were connected to it.
To fear.
To suffering.
To despair.
Negative emotions lingered.
They stained places.
People.
Memories.
The occult books called it many things.
Spiritual residue.
Malice.
Corruption.
Curses.
Yōko didn’t know which explanation was correct. What she did know was that the strongest traces always appeared where human beings were at their worst. And unfortunately for her, that meant the criminal underworld was overflowing with clues.
“You’ve got that look again.” Sato’s voice cut through the rain.
Yōko glanced up. “What look?”
“The same one addicts get.”
She frowned. “I’m not addicted to anything.”
The old man laughed, A low, tired laugh. “Keep telling yourself that.”
For a moment neither spoke. Rain continued falling around them. Then Sato stopped walking. His hand slipped away from his coat pocket extending forward stabbing what lingered in the dark with his attention. Ahead stood a small apartment building tucked between two larger structures. Its windows were dark Its entrance partially concealed. Ordinary. Forgettable. Exactly the kind of place people conducted business they didn’t want remembered.
The old man lit a cigarette. “Ready?”
Yōko looked toward the old man stopping along side him briefly allowing her eyes to dance along his posture and onto the building. The pressure was already there.
Waiting.
A familiar feeling crawling beneath her skin. For reasons she still couldn’t understand, she smiled. And for the first time, the old man looked genuinely concerned.
Describe an interaction that your character may have as a black market dealer:
Rain drummed an unsettling cadence against the warehouse roof as a nervous client slid an envelope across the table. Inside was a photograph, a name, and a substantial amount of money.
"I need him ruined." his hands struggled to keep steady as he retracted the little bit of his physicality back into his chest.
Yōko's eyes followed his hands, scanning even the slightest of movements. Many thoughts swam through her head, but the most potent was about how the stranger carried himself. She glanced at the envelope, sliding the photo away at a distance before calmly placing it back into the envelope.
"Ruined is vague." Silence followed her eyes rolling throughout the room before locking onto his.
The client hesitated. "I want him to suffer," his voice stammered, his eyes avoiding hers.
Yōko remained silent for several more moments.
Most people who came to her believed they wanted justice. In her experience, they almost always wanted revenge.
"What exactly are you buying?" she asked.
The client swallowed hard. "Information. Fear. Whatever gets results."
Only then did Yōko accept the envelope. "Good," she replied. "Because those are the only things I sell."
The phone rang just after midnight. Swiftly, Yōko brought it to her face, unlocking it, staring at the screen for a moment before answering.
"Talk."
A distorted voice answered from the other end. "The buyer is interested."
Yōko remained silent. The voice continued, "Large shipment. Large payment." A pause followed. "Large risk."
The line went dead.
Rain tapped softly against her apartment window as she lowered the phone. Somewhere beyond the city lights, another deal was already beginning to take shape.
For the next several days, Yōko found herself buried beneath paperwork, manifests, and endless conversations. Every party involved wanted assurances that every party wanted to come out unscathed; nothing was guaranteed, no one's words, no one's sale, no one's life. Every party involved distrusted everyone else. The criminal world ran on paranoia; fear was power, and with fear, you gained power. Yōko understood that better than most. As the date approached, tension spread through the organization. Workers moved equipment. Vehicles arrived and departed. Names were whispered. Rumors circulated.
Something felt wrong.
She could feel it.
The same sensation she always felt whenever something terrible was about to happen.
The air itself seemed heavier.
The warehouse stood abandoned on the edge of the industrial district. Rainwater trickled from rusted beams overhead as figures gathered beneath the dim interior lights. Shadows stretched across the concrete floor.
The buyer arrived late. That alone irritated Yōko. Time meant everything.
Her foot began to tap repetitively against the floor, her hands shifting slid from her pocket and into her line of sight as she briefly checked the time, her anxiety growing with every tick of the clock. Her phone changed hands. Documents were reviewed. Questions were asked to oneself, was speaking to yourself normal?
For a brief moment, it seemed the night would pass without incident.
Then someone shouted.
A flash of blue and red illuminated the warehouse windows.
Silence.
Absolute silence.
The kind that only existed for a fraction of a second before chaos erupted. People scattered and voices collided. The room transformed into a storm of panic.
Yōko didn't move.
Not immediately at least.
She simply watched.
The fear and panic.
The desperation.
The sudden collapse of carefully laid plans.
For reasons she never fully understood, moments like these always felt strangely familiar.
As though she had been standing on the edge of something invisible her entire life.
The operation was over. Everyone knew it. The only question remaining was who would be caught beneath the wreckage. The old lessons Sato had taught her echoed through her mind.
Stay calm. Think and survive.
Yōko, slowly following the orders of the incoming officers quickly slipped away amidst the confusion, disappearing into the maze of streets beyond the industrial district while sirens continued to scream behind her.
Rain relentlessly painted the pavement.
The city swallowed her whole, her mind on one objective.
By dawn, the warehouse would be flooded with investigators.
By noon, rumors would spread throughout the underworld.
By nightfall, everyone would be looking for someone to blame.
Yōko sat alone beneath a train overpass, watching the rain fall from the darkness above. The deal had failed. The money? Gone. The organization would never recover. Yet despite everything, she couldn't stop thinking about the feeling she'd experienced just before everything collapsed.
That pressure.
That presence.
That familiar sensation she only ever encountered when people stood closest to disaster. She closed her eyes. The criminal world was dangerous. But every time she came near its darkest corners, she felt closer to the answers she had been chasing since she was a teenager. And that terrified her far more than the police ever could.
Describe any other additional information that is notable in considering your character for the role of a black market dealer:
Yōko specializes primarily in information brokerage, locating individuals, obtaining sensitive information, and facilitating transactions between criminal organizations. Her reputation is built on discretion, reliability, and an unusual willingness to investigate matters that others consider cursed, haunted, or otherwise dangerous.
Additional Notes:
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