A Machine CAN do a Human’s Job.
Out-Of-Character (OOC) Section
IGN:
Crovantist (Applying)
Crovanist (Alt 1)
Crovanis (Alt 2)
Describe your activity on the server:
I am mostly on SRP from early morning to mid day depending on my schedule or plans. But majority of the time I am on the server for 6-8 hours a day. I’m often in a roleplay, or looking for it.
Specify your Discord username and if you have a microphone:
I do have a microphone
Specify your country of origin and time zone:
Crovantist | United States | EST
What are your motivations in applying for the black market dealer role?
What helps you to stand out from other applicants & what can you uniquely provide to the team?
I have been interacting with and have become friends with a few Black Market Dealers OOCly and (sometimes) ICly. I’ve helped around with openings in the past and it seems like something I have come to finally decide that I wish to join. Even though I HAD a shop application on pending, I have recently had it removed and taken down for this application. Something I personally believe stands out with me over other applicants is experience and the amount of time I have been in the Crime Faction. I’ve been in it just about two - three years. Just around the time I joined. I’ve been told I’m well known and liked in the crime community. I’ve been all around the crime faction including gangs, mafias, yakuzas, black market dealer associates, fight club, assisting with crime clinic security, and criminal business. For the RP sense of things I have done just about everything since I have been in quite a few factions.
What previous experience do you have in working with a team?
In SRP I have plenty of experience working with a team, with both experience in the Reporter Faction, and working in numerous stores. But in person I have a lot of experience with teamwork from school assignments, to jobs that required group planning, and scheduled meetings.
What suggestions do you have to help better the crime faction?
Weapon Suggestion:
Rope Dart:
Range: 1 (3 if thrown)
Muggable: No, unless thrown.
Can remove limbs: No
Weapon Details: A pocket knife attached to a threaded rope that can be used as both a pocket knife, and a ranged weapon.
How the weapon is used
Regular stabbing:
Similar to how you would stab with a weapon.
Throwing:
Similar to how you’d throw a pocket knife. However, unlike a normal pocket knife. You have the person in a ranged grab. Ensuring the person MUST stay in range or risks bleeding out (FearRP purpose).
Missed:
If the throw had missed, then in your next act you must action to pull it back. However the opponent can pick up the rope, and mug it.
Attached/Hooked:
While the blade is attached to the person, the holder of the rope dart may not move, or pull the person closer. If they are to be hit, and or stabbed they lose hold of both the person, and weapon.
Rope: The rope CAN be cut by an ally of the hooked member, releasing the hooked member.
Faction Suggestion:
Crime Clinic Resupply:
When it comes down to crime clinic, there is never really an explanation as to how they get the organs, sutures, anesthesia, and other needed supplies. It would be interesting to see people roleplaying out the actual theft, or ordering of the supplies via taxpay. As well as keeping track of them, giving people who are in criminal situations more reason to either go to EMS, who have a regular supply of donated organs, or take the risk of crime clinic having the supply needed. It gives both responsibility to the black market, as well as gives them something to do beside the basics. How the resupply would work is by performing “Supply Runs”. Where a BMD and a select few of associates will take a van, and or truck to the ambulance bay of the hospital and use a crowbar to pry open the back doors of an ambulance. Once the doors are open, a two minute timer starts for the supplies to be stolen. Once two minutes have passed, a broadcast is sent out to KPD to alert them. Giving a risk factor to the dealers and associates to make sure they get the supplies over. The destination for the supplies is obviously the crime clinic, resupplying the clinic.
Are you familiar with all rules pertaining to weapon profiles, combat, permissions, and player conduct on the server?
I am very familiar with the weapon profiles, combat, permissions, and player conducts. Even if I have made mistakes in the past with mixing things up, I do my best to understand them to the best of my ability.
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.
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.
Are you familiar with that you cannot reveal any out-of-character plans or potential addition to the black market to others?
Yes.
In-Character (IC) Section
[!] A click, and a whirr as a VHS Tape began to play on a screen. A blank backdrop, with a table. It was left empty for now, but a voice had come in from behind the camera. [!]
Full Legal Name:
[!] It was almost robotic with how monotone, and programmed the voice sounded. An Identification card was revealed. [!]
“My full legal name is Rayleigh Cavaler Tachitsu.”
Criminal Alias:
[!] The time between this answer, and the prior was much more noticeable. He was coming up with one on the spot. [!]
“Solaris, Latin for Solar.”
Age & Occupation:
[!] Shuffling behind the camera could be heard. Sliding a folder onto the table, a card taped to it, and a registration for Karakura Community College. [!]
“I am Twenty Years Old. My birthday is June Fifteenth, two thousand and three. I am currently studying Law and Justice at Karakura Community College. My father enrolled me at the age of sixteen.”
Gender & Marital Status:
[!] Now the real kicker, his voice was bleak, and bland. A bit more than it had been prior. He did not like this question. [!]
“I am a male. I am not married, nor in a romantic relationship.”
Ethnicity & Race:
[!] A gloved hand reached around, now placing a passport on the table. [!]
“I am Japanese-Romanian. My father is Japanese, my mother is Romanian.”
Known Languages:
[!] A gloved hand pointed to the college registration. Going down the list of subjects he had signed up for. Landing on one in specific. [!]
“Underneath Law and Justice, I am studying Linguistics. I am currently fluent in English, Japanese, and Romanian. Sign languages as well, though I am studying a handful of languages.
Former Associations/Occupations:
[!] Yet again, the gloved hand returned. Behind the camera was the list of questions he had been asked to answer. He made sure to go in strict order. [!]
“I am a cashier at Daisuke Yohan, Mai-Yume, Yona-Yona, Kiku-Dokyo, and The Cursed Charm, and a waiter at Yakedo Amai.”
Highest Level of Education:
“I have graduated from Primary School, Secondary School, Highschool, and have earned my Bachelors Degree.”
Physical/Mental Ailments:
[!] A gloved hand moved in front of the camera's view. Slowly being taken off to reveal a burn covering the palm of the left hand. As well as pulling down his right lower lid, a glass eye. [!]
“I am missing my right eye . I have a burn covering my left palm. I am missing my right kidney, missing the majority of my liver, I do not have my gallbladder, nor appendix. Most of my body is already in a decaying state. I have a nut allergy, and a seafood allergy. But I have not been diagnosed with any Mental Ailments.”
Known Family Members:
[!] Now, Four photos presented themselves on the table. A photo of Naotaka Tachitsu, Hoshiko Tachitsu, Shichirō Tachitsu, and Amai Tachitsu. [!]
“I am a part of the Tachitsu Family. The only family members that I know of are my father, Naotaka Tachitsu, a former Judge. Hoshiko Tachitsu, a student, Shichirō Tachitsu, another student, and Amai Tachitsu, an unemployed woman who is likely retired.”
Describe your character's appearance to the greatest detail:
[!] Finally, the camera cuts. The table was now blank. Sat in a chair was now a toned young man with deep maroon strands. Skin that was taken care of to a high degree, professionally at that. There was no shimmer, nor shine that could be seen on him. The way he sat was pin point, and strict. Everything about him seemed mechanical, from the way his lips moved while speaking to reveal white veneers, and how his eyes never moved. The odd part was his eyes. They were like voids that held no bottom, swirling black holes that gyrated around one another. Looking into them for too long was like looking at an event where the sun is covered by the moon. Blinding, yet beautiful. The final thing to add to his bland decoration was something that was the branding of the machine that sat before the camera. Ink swirled along his physique, almost seeming to be corruption, starting from the tip of his nape. Engulfing around the core of his soul ,leaving marks everywhere except for the left part of his chest. [!]
“My hair color is auburn, my eye color is black, my skin tone is tanned, my teeth are white due to cosmetology surgery, and I have a burn on my left palm, as seen before.I am 5 '11, 180 centimeters. I weigh 210 pounds, my body mass index is 24. That is all.”
Describe your character's personality to the greatest detail:
[!] Just off of the recording alone, it was clear that the man was rather stoic. The fact he hasn’t moved. His body language showed some of his personality. He was strict, and firm without any fluff in his words. There was no need to overexplain in his eyes, portrayed by the blunt attitude that had been given prior. [!]
“I am well mannered, polite, and honest.”
[!] Now to describe him beneath the bleak look and suit. Rayleigh was raised to be perfect, not robotic. It failed almost entirely, between school, extracurricular activities, and most importantly. The psychological manipulation to drill into his mind that he is meant to influence, and lead a new era of the Tachitsu Dynasty. Years of information being drilled into his mind without the permission to be creative caused him to grow up rather young. Not like most, he didn’t learn how to keep a roof over his head when he had nothing, he didn’t have to eat scraps on a plate. He had to learn how to file taxes, how to trade stocks, and how to survive in case of emergency. What once was a child full of imagination and basic child-like dreams, slowly became a robot with a heartbeat. Walking with a perfect heel toe, or else he’d find himself disgusted with the uneven trail behind him. Perfection was required. However, metal will always rust when exposed for too long to rain, and oxygen. With rust, comes corrosion, with corrosion, comes cracks. The inexperienced curiosity of a child often spills through, often coming off as rude with the monotone and dry pitch he was raised with. Asking questions to try and form a counter to every little thing people speak about. Rarely do people ever leave all questions unanswered, but when it does occur, it leaves him frustrated. He leaves the person with a sour tone rather than monotone. The final thing about his personality is the “battery”. Just like a normal person, you are tired, you go to sleep. However with Rayleigh, when he is tired, he begins to lose his composure. Asking questions that make no sense, or do not match the context of the conversation. It is similar to sundowning. He simply begins to shut down, before he is told to rest. [!]
THE THORNED PRINCE
Described best as vines that coil around his body to keep him “in line”, to remind him that he is only around because he was told to. From actions to perform, to words to say. He is often hearing the pounding words of his father, or old teacher on how he should be acting, or trying to guide him on what to do. Though there are times when Rayleigh’s anxiety, or fear is peaking, it feels as if thorns are digging into his skin to set him back in line. To get him to “wake up” and get back to work.
THE FLIRTATIOUS INFORMANT
Oftentimes Rayleigh is kept entertained with finding out more about people, whether it be a random person, or someone he was tasked to gain information on. Though most times, Rayleigh does not get the information that he needs, or wants. So he resorts to what he had learned from Circe, an enchantess, and minor Goddess. He flirts with the person until they fall vulnerable to his antics, when he gathers what he wants. He leaves, and gives no sign of trace, doing what he can to convince the person that he “does not wish to get them harmed”.
THE FATHER
While Rayleigh is often seen as someone who cannot feel, or someone who does not choose to be kind. There is a side of him that cares about three birds that he has grown more attached to than any person. Twitter, a Crow. Miso Soup, a Kestrel. Then Fork, a baby Red Tailed Hawk. Each one holds a different place in his heart, but more importantly on his ear. A feather from each of them dangling from his left ear as a sign of his care for them.
While Rayleigh is often seen as someone who cannot feel, or someone who does not choose to be kind. There is a side of him that cares about three birds that he has grown more attached to than any person. Twitter, a Crow. Miso Soup, a Kestrel. Then Fork, a baby Red Tailed Hawk. Each one holds a different place in his heart, but more importantly on his ear. A feather from each of them dangling from his left ear as a sign of his care for them.
THE STALKER
Rayleigh’s skill in gathering information had been paired along an obsessive and possessive state of mind. An obsession with studying people, and watching them from afar paired well with his desire to become human. Often lurking around public places, listening to people for how they act, how they talk, and how they interact with others.
Rayleigh’s skill in gathering information had been paired along an obsessive and possessive state of mind. An obsession with studying people, and watching them from afar paired well with his desire to become human. Often lurking around public places, listening to people for how they act, how they talk, and how they interact with others.
Describe your character's backstory to the greatest detail:
[!] This question clearly caused some kind of reaction in the man. A response he had not been asked, nor programmed for. The gears were turning, and grinding. A touchy subject for most. But one he simply refused to recall. [!]
“I was born in Romania, and raised in Tokyo. I do not know my mother, and my father had raised me alone with two younger siblings. That of which I have never seen, nor spoken to.”
[!] This question clearly caused some kind of reaction in the man. A response he had not been asked, nor programmed for. The gears were turning, and grinding. A touchy subject for most. But one he simply refused to recall. [!]
“I was born in Romania, and raised in Tokyo. I do not know my mother, and my father had raised me alone with two younger siblings. That of which I have never seen, nor spoken to.”
TOKYO, JAPAN
[!] Rayleigh’s father enlisted in the Japanese Military long before Rayleigh had ever been a thought. Travelling from different positions, and stationed overseas often. However, one day he was deployed to Romania. Where he had met a beautiful woman whose name does not matter any longer. The two had gotten close, a bit too close for an enlisted man and a civilian. The two fell in “love”. So much so that they had a child together, happy, and healthy. A laugh so enlightening that it could inspire dozens to do the same. But soon after his birth, his father moved with him to Tokyo. From the ages of one years old, to ten years old. The two had changed from small apartments to another, between apartments. Naotaka would teach Rayleigh about rent, and bills. How to pay them, and how to manage them, despite his very young age. From the ages eleven, to twenty. The two lived in a very lavish penthouse in Tokyo, though this did not change the behavior from his father. Strict, and harsh on his son. To the point that the boy had almost entirely lost his sign of humanity, there had never been any harm brought to him physically. He was safe, but the lessons his father had given him proved otherwise. His voice would raise, screaming at the boy when he did something wrong, even when he had not known. Embedding in his mind that the only way to live life is to be remembered. But even with the strict lifestyle, bits of his personality remained. One that would spill through cracks of obsidian walls that had been built around colors that were more true than life itself. [!]
KARAKURA IZU
[!] It was a sudden slam of a door. Rayleigh had been studying when it had occurred. His father had walked in the room and simply stated, “We are moving, pack your necessities. We are going to Karakura Izu.”. Without a second of hesitation, Rayleigh had packed four items. A smartphone, a suit, a folder, and a naginata. One with rose thorns and vines encasing the original weapon. Not daring to let his father see the weapon, he had smuggled the weapon onto a ferry, where they sailed over to Karakura Izu. The island that he had heard so little about, but the tales to be told afterwards were that of horror, and disgust. [!]
TSUBASA, KARAKURA IZU
[!] The two had landed on the island, their first destination was Tsubasa, a town just outside of Karakura. Being left on his own, Rayleigh had roamed the town with the posture of somebody who did not belong. Looking at stores, housing, and viewpoints. While returning home, he heard the sound of an alarm. A store nearby had been in the midst of being robbed, Rayleigh’s attention had snapped over to the sound, watching a man run out with a bag full of jewelry. It was almost like instinct, bolts and screws began to move as he ran towards the thief. His eyes locked on him with tunnel vision ensuing. His breath caused mist to form in front of him as he ran, eventually he had caught up, tackling the man and pinning him to the floor. Staring down at him without a word coming from him, just a cold stare that rippled with saucers that bore no emotion. The man on the ground almost refused to look away, terror scaling his eyes as he felt the cold sting of the snow. As police arrived, Rayleigh stood up. The man ran to the police, staring him down and asking, “When did you all hire machines to do your job?!”. Rayleigh had no idea what he had meant, but once he was in the back of the police car. He walked off, following his footsteps that he had left behind from chasing the man. The jewelry in his hand, however. As he had gotten closer to the jewelry store that had been robbed, he continued to walk. In his mind, he had gotten it back, so he had received the stolen goods. So he got to keep them. It made no sense, but in the twisted mind that he had been raised. The strong overcome the weak. [!]
KARAKURA CITY, KARAKURA IZU
[!] The first day he had landed, he attended a singular class. A Law and Justice class that had been hosted by a professor he would soon learn to favor. Memorizing the layout of the classroom he’d be in more often. But after the school time had ended, he had met somebody, a girl named Theia. She was rather different, especially compared to him. The two were quite opposite, she was more focused on life, and being free. While Rayleigh had been more focused on making life strict and perfect. She took him to a house that she had been renting a room in, Rayleigh made himself at home as well. Calling it a second home, making Theia his first friend, somebody who he could feel comfortable around. But afterwards, he had gone to school with her, where his father had approached. Stating, “We will speak after your work is done.”. All Rayleigh could do was agree. The bell had rung and Rayleigh went home, going home, and sitting down while his father had prepared a meal. Telling him about how there is no peace in war, that in order to conquer, there must be violence, and nobody will be spared. Rayleigh had attempted to counter these with reasonable points, but was met with stone cold replies. Stating that his way was the only right way. Rayleigh spoke about different forms of intimidating, but it was no use. Rayleigh’s father had pulled him over the counter and held his face over the turned on stove, his left hand placed on the heated surface, burning his palm in the process. Telling his father, “This would be physical, not psychological.”. Where his father lifted his head up, dropping a plate of fish on the floor for him to eat. Despite being allergic, he ignored it. Going to the hospital after it, as if nothing had ever happened. [!]
[!] When he was at the hospital, Rayleigh had met a doctor, Kim Ye-Rin. The two didn’t have the best interaction, he wasn’t in the best moods. So when she asked him, “What happened?”. Rayleigh snapped with a bit of attitude, “Are you stupid? Is that degree for nothing? It is a burn, what do you think happened?”. But Kim kept her composure, stating it was for regulation. It got beneath his skin for no reason. But he was treated, and he had left. Going on about his day afterwards, but never once letting the photo of the woman be engraved into his mind along with the rest of them. [!]
[!] Days had passed and Rayleigh had met a lady named Mei-Lien Saiky, being given a tour of the school, where afterwards he had met her little cousin, Li-Xia Saiky. Rayleigh had asked her where the beach was, in which he was led the opposite direction. The three found themselves in the abandoned Complex I. The three explored, when Mei-Lien and Rayliegh had been exploring elsewhere, they heard Li-Xia scream. The two bolted over, finding her in front of a fish tank with fish, and a lobster that had stopped moving. Rayleigh felt something odd, a tightening in his chest. He felt guilty, though he was allergic to them, he reached into the tank and grabbed the lobster. Taking it all the way to the ocean, where his hand had broken out in hives. But still let the lobster go, after they had gone to EMS. The lady from before had seen him in the lobby, he stated, “I am having an allergic reaction.”. In which she had given him an epipen, he asked the question from before, “Are you going to ask me how this happened again.”. But his father had quickly made himself known behind him. His posture grew strict, staring the man down. All he was met with was a disappointed look. He told Li-Xia he had to leave, and so he did. [!]
[!] Days after, Rayleigh had gone home after school. It was a normal day, but a woman was sitting by his father. He sat down, remaining quiet. Letting the two speak until the lady introduced herself, “My name is Amai, you may call me Aunt, or Aunt Amai.”. Rayleigh nodded, as robotic as ever. But suddenly his father gave him a glance. Rayleigh snapped a smile across his lips and spoke in a rather cheery tone. “It is lovely to meet you! My name is Rayleigh Tachitsu! I am certain you are a lovely lady!”. His father seemed disappointed however. Rayleigh had left, walking over to the kitchen. Where his father followed, Rayleigh gave his father an idea. That there were more than one ways to rule this town, that it wasn’t all about the castles, and the kingdoms that had been elated above ground. But the underworld, the criminals that had people to listen to, the influence that was needed to keep criminals going. His father gave him permission. So his curiosity ensued, seeking out the information on the underground world of Karakura. [!]
[!] Days had passed, he had met numerous people, but one that seemed more important than the others. Yaqi Qu. Somebody who had told him, “Curiosity can get you killed.”. All because he had asked about her book, eventually he pressured her into letting him see it. Looking through the book while keeping a conversation, pressing further and further into her state of mind until she had asked to give the book back. After some time, he asked the question he had been meaning to ask, “Do you know anything about the organized part of this town.”. She didn’t understand, so he spat it out, “What do you know about organized crime.”. She explained that she had a friend in the crime world at some point, but did not elaborate. She walked away, where he followed. Finding her stopped near an off-duty officer. Yokoto Tsukumo. The three bickered back and fourth, eventually coming to an end. Rayleigh’s battery began to run dry, as he began to spout random nonsense. Random questions, his mind running low on “power”. Eventually, Yaqi walked him home, calling him “interesting”. [!]
[!] A few days after the event with Yaqi, he had discovered a “Fight Club” while exploring the entryways of the sewers. His curiosity had gotten the best of him, where he attended an opening, a person in a mask. He had used the opportunity to ask questions, asking what they had known about the Black Market. In which he was met with a similar response, that curiosity would get him killed, like a cat. Overhearing them ask if “Dealers” get into V.I.P for free. So he had purchased an entry to the V.I.P lounge. Where the masked person from before had entered. The two began to talk, they stated they had lied to get in for free. But still giving bits of information about the Black Market, and how it worked. Eventually, they had admitted to a crossing lie, stating that they had lied to him. That they were in fact a dealer, but lying was “fun”. After the fight had come to a stand still, the dealer left. Informing Rayleigh that he did not need to understand everything, an errand to run. But maybe he could be the one to fill them in on who wins. Rayleigh did not know how to contact them, so in return they had given him the Black Market phone number, stating that they just might “bring him around”. [!]
[!] Rayleigh had caught the dealer in an opening, speaking to them privately in a room that had been surrounded by darkness, and moldy stone. Inside of the room were two dummies, one with an officer that had the face stabbed out, and the other, Yaqi Qu. He questioned it, learning that the person didn’t like Yaqi Qu, calling her numerous insults. Rayleigh had learned a lot about the Yaqi, some things that made him curious. But the more he spoke with the masked figure, the more curious he had grown. Learning about a list that had names inside of it, one that he had required. Every name in the list came with a level, and description. But towards the end, he had asked his question on how people become associated with the black market. He received his answer, being told that all they do is look for other crates. He said he did, and so at that moment. He had become a Black Market Dealer Associate. [!]
[!] A few days had passed, and he managed to catch an opening. Following along, finding crates for dealers to sell weaponry and masks to those who thought they needed it. After some time, he spoke with the man he called his boss. Learning that his desire for the art of fire had only grown in its absence. He entered a room with a fireplace he found beautiful. Warned to not burn himself, given the offer that if he so desired, he could. So Rayleigh changed the offer to a fight, something even. They both went to get their weapon of choice, Rayleigh, a thorn wrapped Naginata. The Dealer, a spray can, a lighter, and a concealed blade. The fight lasted for some time, the injuries totally up to Rayleigh with a burn on his left wrist, and a stab to it. The Dealer however was less fortunate, a piercing stab straight through their abdomen, and a concussion. Once the fight had been called, the dealer called what they called, “He”. A masked man had appeared, taking the Dealer and Rayleigh both to EMS. Where they were tended to. [!]
[!] During a random opening, absolutely random mind you. He had been with his dealer, and ran into the same masked man that had come to his dealer’s rescue prior. Out of the blue, his dealer mentioned that his name was “Tarasque”. Rayleigh recognized the name from French Mythology. Even questioning the figure on why they chose the name, calling them a tortoise. But after the two discussed in French, his dealer randomly stated, “Rayleigh, this is the lead.” In which Rayleigh mimicked, staying, “Tarasque is the leader of the Black Market.”. Where his words were confirmed. [!]
[!] The more Rayleigh dug into the Black Market, the more he had learned. From how the Market Worked, and how unfair it could be. How quickly he began to learn identities, the first one. Remington Wraithwood. The two worked together, both outside of the market, and inside. Joining Remington in openings, and in searches for information. Whether it be with the assistance of Mei Miura. Then there was Yaqi Qu. Revealed in a fight between guardian, and child. The two fought, and eventually the mask had cracked, revealing Yaqi’s identity. Two of the three he had learned fully, the final one. Shark Meyer. The two met by coincidence, the kidnapping of Daiki Saiky, and Katsuhito Akihito. Soon after, Rayleigh had done more digging, where he had ended up in the Black Market Hideout with Shark Meyer, Yaqi Qu, and Kosei Uemara. Meyer and Tachitsu fought, where he had been begged to become a Dealer, being told that he would make a great one. Only solidifying his desire. [!]
Describe an interaction that your character may have as a black market dealer:
Deal:
Dealt with in a rather orderly fashion, giving the person a number for their order as a verification method in case things are overrun. Depending on the purchase, it would be in different packaging, and given differently. Sprays cans, and Fake IDs. They would be placed in basic grocery bags, since Spray cans are sold at a few public stores. IDs would simply be there since they are small enough to conceal with other items. For Masks, they would be clipped to his waist band, and thrown at the buyer. Not because they are unworthy of his time, but because he wouldn’t want to get close to them. If it were a baseball bat, pipe wrench, crowbar, or spiked glove. He would put them in a duffle bag, and kick it across the floor to the buyer. For smaller sharp weapons like pocket knives, tactical knives, and Sais. They would be put in a satchel, and toss it to the buyer. Depending on which of the three, would show more judgement. The most being with a pocket knife, and sai. The final category being katanas, naginatas, fire axes, and spiked bats. Each would be placed in a double wrapped duffel bag.
Gang Meeting:
Rayleigh’s knowledge on Gangs is very minimal, they never had his attention, nor were they his priority. But, on the rare occasion that they had something he truly needed. A meeting would look something like a normal business meeting deal. Himself, and the Gang Leader, or higher up on the other end of a desk. Speaking like he would have all the time in the world, because he said so.
Describe any other additional information that is notable in considering your character for the role of a black market dealer:
Rayleigh Tachitsu experience within the Black Market is already seen with past jobs given to him, and his skill with finding crates for dealers that request the help. But, it isn’t just his experience working in the market, but the information he possesses of it. From dealers, to outside activities, and personal lives of other dealers. Working for other businesses as a cover-up for how he earns his money is something important. Working at stores as a higher-up and even manager is a perfect excuse for a mass income. Secrecy is an important role in Rayleigh’s life, only a select few people know of his current occupation within the Black Market. Those people were picked carefully, others believe he is just some shady intel broker.
Additional things: I wasn't able to post all of the things that came with the application, so obviously it wasn't as tip top as I wished it to be. But this is my application, im scared YOU'RE SCARED IM SCARED
