The Lamb's Lullaby
IGN:
danihunnn (Applying)
Describe your activity on the server:
I've been fairly active on SRP since November 2025 when I decided to return after a 4 year break from it, being on the server from anywhere between 3 to 5 or more hours. I found so much more interest in the server and have had so many interactions with people from all kinds of factions. I have sincerely grown to love the server all over again just like the time I discovered it when I first did. It has gained me a new group of friends that I talk with outside of SRP and I've yet to have any issues regarding the server.
This is my playtime as of May 16th 2026.
My activity on SRP may vary a lot due to either the time of the day, or due to school. I may not be as active during the periods of June and the very beginning of July due to the fact of finals (since I'm about to enter college), but I will still ensure my best to be active within the free hours that I do have.
Specify your Discord username and if you have a microphone:
hunnycake_ is my username. I do have a microphone, but me speaking could depend on if my mother is at home or not, given I still live with her at the current moment. I could have moment where I'd need to mute due to her being in the same room as me.
Specify your country of origin and time zone:
Serbia, GMT+1
What are your motivations in applying for the black market dealer role?
I've always been interested in the more criminal side of the server, especially when it came to any lore part about characters involved within it. I've first gotten involved in a gang that is now disbanded, and have been a part of another gang, even became a vice higher up which gave me more roleplay opportunities. IC-ly, my character has been involved with a BMD and has had multiple interactions with that BMD, to which I was majorly inspired. I wanted to be involved with the BMD, possibly unlock more opportunities for interactions and such for myself due to mentioned interest. The person mentioned has aspired me to gain the confidence to apply and try follow in their footprints as well, and I'd like to experience the faction and see what kind of roleplay it'd bring for the character I'm applying.
What helps you to stand out from other applicants & what can you uniquely provide to the team?
I stand by that everyone deserves and equal chance when it comes to any sort of application, everyone is putting in the same effort to stand out for themselves and I appreciate that. What I think makes me stand out is the involvement I've had with the criminal world in SRP, as well as the fact that I've heavily gotten involved with detailed P2L roleplay. I also adore roleplay that's not just a 5 second interaction. I love putting in detail into my actions when I can, as I want to improve my writing as much as I possibly can while I keep any interaction with any of my characters interesting and natural feeling. I like that aspect of roleplay a lot, and I feel like it enforces how dedicated I am to the server and all of the characters that I play, as I put in effort to evolve every single one of them equally. I strive to provide a character that'll be fun to interact with, as well as an eerie persona that'll be hard to crack through. I'd love to see interactions with other fellow BMD members and to learn what they'd think of her.
What previous experience do you have in working with a team?
For my current experiences of working in a team, I have been involved in the Reporter Faction, planning and lightly assisting with reports by providing images and such when need be, as well as overall event planning and posting while involved in a gang as a higher up. IRL wise, I am a soon-to-be college student, but the teamwork at school I've been involved in was of course multiple presentations we'd be assigned, as well as group projects of making certain things out of given materials for one of my classes.
What suggestions do you have to help better the crime faction?
New weapon votes.
What I personally think should be implemented is more weapon types. Ever since the Minecraft EULA situation that came to limiting all the custom weapons that are available on the server, a lot of creative weapon ideas and such have been practically left in the dust, which brings me to an idea that might be a little insane to put up; every now and then, there'd be a vote suggestion for new weapons to be added onto the server.
"Isn't that a bit too much? We'd have way too many weapons." That's why I said every now and then. These votes could be distanced between a 6 month period or so, for example. It opens up opportunities for people to have access to new weapon types that could be thought of, like for example a fan that has blades within the spine of it. It's a really discreet weapon concept, and could even go undetected when walking around IC-ly, but it would have it's logical drawbacks.
This would open up more weapon and roleplay opportunities for some people, if I'm going to be frank. It'd let people have access to weapons that are more custom but possibly also more interesting to bring into a fight. I've noticed some people complain about how naginatas and katanas are way too repeated, they're constantly in every single gang as if they're basic equipment, and frankly too many people hold them! Wouldn't it be more interesting, per say, if you saw someone carrying something like a tonfa or a kusarigama into a fight?
More criminal hangout spots.
Overall, I think more criminal hotspots would be appreciated within the GangRP and CriminalRP world, since not a lot of people gather around like they used to with The Powerplant. A majority of people now only linger around spots like Parlor and Depot, which could get a little boring and or repetitive after some time. Why not introduce a whole new area where everyone criminal related could get together in? Now, I know this is a semi reason that turfs such as Parlor or Depot exist, but I'm talking spots where gangs could get together in to host events in, just like in Nexus.
It'd open more environment opportunities, as well as more possible interactions between people in gangs. This area would logically have to restrict possession of weapons for people to be able to enter it, just like in Fight Club. OR, this could also be a good hotspot for possible BMD related events and such. Maybe a physical market area as well, if possible.
Weapon cleaning supplies.
As far as I'm aware, whenever people have to clean their weapons, it's roleplayed out. A simple "washes the katana with bleach and water" could get a bit boring or tiring over time, could it not?
So, what if people had to actually work to clean their weapons a bit?! It'd make a more interesting process rather than just typing out the same old message and action to clean off.
Having to buy a rag and bleach from a specific shop, then having an actual option to clean your bloodied weapon over a sink!
"How would it get bloodied in the first place?" Here's a sliiight idea to that, as well. You could maybe right click someone while having a weapon in hand, and the following option would be- "Use weapon?" with a confirmation screen. That said, based on the weapon- it could deal actual damage to the person being hit or stabbed. Maybe that in mind, you could leave red particles or so behind you, or a drip effect of blood dropping from your weapon after a stab, so it'd be more noticeable! It's a better alternative than to making a weapon model bloodied and such.
Are you familiar with all rules pertaining to weapon profiles, combat, permissions, and player conduct on the server?
Yes, I am familiar with the rules of pertaining weapons, combat, permissions and player conduct.
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, I am, and I am fine with that.
Are you familiar with that if your character(s) is/are killed or permanently arrested twice, you will be removed from the black market?
I am familiar and absolutely okay with that.
Are you familiar with that you cannot reveal any out-of-character plans or potential addition to the black market to others?
Yes, I am familiar that I cannot reveal out-of-character plans.
Full Legal Name:
"You wish to know my name? What I call myself?"
But an eerie and a bad starting, really. The person asking her the question would be furrowing their eyebrows underneath the mask they were wearing, impatiently tapping their finger against the table as their head was unmoving, continuing to look in her general direction.
A low and quiet chuckle would escape her lips, one hand reaching down into a pocket of the bag slung around her body, sliding up elegantly and placing something on the table, flicking it in the direction of the person.
With a slap of the hand against the table to catch said object, it'd reveal... An Identity Card.
"Dahlia Morwood, if you couldn't read."
Criminal Alias:
"Yes.... It is but a must to conceal ones name when they've gotten their selves involved in a situation such as this, truly."
Her eyes lingered at the person opposite of her, fingernail tapping against the table as she gave it some thought. Every tap echoed in the room, ever so gently. They were already getting impatient with her, she was taking her sweet time and we were barely two questions in already. A smile plastered on her face as she looked down at the grooves and nooks of the table, nail halting any further tapping.
"Refer to me as "LAMB", much obliged."
Age, Occupation, Gender & Marital Status:
"Nonsense after nonsense, do you not see what the person in front of you is? Not obvious enough?"
A dangerous poke, given she wasn't even in the authority to be speaking as such. They do say never ask a woman her age, and a man his salary, But it seemed you shouldn't have asked Dahlia either of those. Probably a big poke, in her eyes.
A sort of annoyed sigh escaped her lips, right elbow propping itself up on the table as she reached her hand up to her head, adjusting the sunglasses that laid there comfortably before she bothered with answering.
"I'm 30. My only other relations with a job or occupations are that I've worked on multiple... assignments with a group of people I was associated with around Ukraine and Romania. I'm a female, and I've never been in any romantic relationships, let alone engaged or married."
Ethnicity & Race:
Dahlia's pale skin was a tricky question, really. It made people wonder where she was from most of the time, especially because of her eyes. Eyes that were gray and too wide, almost like they shot open at you at any point in time.
She twirled a strand of her thin purple hair against the area between her fingertip and nail, gliding her finger down carefully through it as she hummed.
"My mother is Russian, and my father strives from China. Their family has more Europe and Asian descent, of course. Don't let my appearance fool you way too much."
Known Languages:
A fun question for the woman, really. She'd reckon she always had bragging rights when it came to this, even though it wasn't a lot, really.
"As of now, I know English, Japanese, JSL and Jin, respectively. I am yet to learn Russian even in the slightest."
Former Associations/Occupations:
Here's a question that strung a small nerve of hers. Former associations. A smile tugged on her lips, whilst her teeth clenched against one another tightly. She wasn't happy to talk about this. Before leaving Karakura, she was involved with a gang. It seemed to be very vanilla for her, but in reality- she wanted power. She wanted to be seen higher than the leader of the gang herself. She wanted to be in a position of hierarchy non-imaginable at the time.
"As simple as possible, I used to work an office job, putting in a 2-week notice after a year of it due to the fact I was diagnosed with schizophrenia. I was also a member of a gang here. I was what they called a "Clearaway" member. Keyword, was. What got me booted out was stabbing someone over a... Minor disagreement between the two of us, fuhu."
Highest Level of Education:
A click of her teeth. Kissing the inner area of them to show how dissatisfied she was. Why was this getting important for the person questioning her? She knew she was already too far in to be complaining, crossing her arms over herself as she looked back on her sweet highschool and college days. Ah yes, graduation day and all. What a wonder and a beauty for uprising young-adults.
"I graduated my Masters in alumni networks in business outside of Karakura... If I remember correctly, it was around the area of Germany where I've attained my degree."
Physical/Mental Ailments:
Physical
Uncrossing her arms finally, 'LAMB' nodded along to the question at hand, moving her hand up to brush her thinned out hair that was covering her eyes, gently pulling down from her eyelid to reveal circles under her eyes.
Insomnia. A good ol' classic for adults of her age. She suffered with a common disorder characterized by difficulty falling asleep, staying asleep, or waking too early, leading to daytime fatigue, irritability, and poor concentration at times.
"Unamusing stuff. I sleep a total of anywhere between three to four hours per day. This won't interrupt my work whatsoever, in any way imaginable."
She then leaned her back against the chair she was sat on, a deep sigh pushing out of her lungs as she thought about it further. She had almost forgotten one.
DDD, short for Degenerative disc disease. She has problems with her neck and her back due to wear and tear that cause the spinal discs to lose hydration, become less flexible and break down. It causes chronic or severe, intermittent pain in the neck or lower back. She was only slightly more fortunate that these were early stages of it.
"A fancy way of saying I have slight issues with my neck and my back. Take into account it's due to age, alright?"
Mental
And here came the deal breaker. She'd have to own up to all the ailments she had in her head as well. Oh so swell, she thought. A low grumble escaped her throat, fixing her posture against the chair she leaned on casually to seem more professional as her expression hardened into a smile, hands clasped and setting themselves on the table firmly.
BPD, short for Borderline Personality Disorder. A mental health condition characterized by a pervasive pattern of instability in moods, self-image, and relationships, combined with intense impulsivity, intense anger, harmful behaviors and such.
"I have a few mood swings every now and then. Nothing much to worry about."
And the final one. One she was sort of proud to admit, even though it was severely wrong. A disorder that she claims the doctor is falsely throwing around and diagnosing her with, thinking it's actually helped more than ailed her in life.
Schizophrenia. A severe mental disorder characterized by a disconnection from reality through hallucinations, delusions, and disorganized thinking. Our dear 'LAMB' has been hearing voices in her head and has experienced hallucinations ever since she had quit her simple office job.
"The doctor claims that 'The voice' isn't a real person and that it's... Schizophrenia. I choose to partially believe this. Besides, 'The voice' had brought be such great opportunities already. How could it be an ailment? How could it be a disorder? I wonder a lot."
Known Family Members:
Yet another question that got on Dahlia's nerves. Family. Something she cut off and abandoned years and months ago, something she left behind and forgot about like it never mattered anymore.
"I've burnt both my parents alive in my family house before I got admitted to a ward. I've got no other family members that I know of, let alone are alive."
A blunt and suddenly bold answer from her. The gal murdered any bit of family she had left... How harsh and how cold.
Describe your character's appearance to the greatest detail:
If the person opposite of Dahlia were to do a full deep-dive investigation on her, this is what they'd note down about the females appearance.
Her skin was soft, almost untouched, like porcelain. It had a bit of a pale and grayish tone to itself, making it harder for people to distinguish where she was from if you hadn't asked someone who knew her already. Across that same soft skin, however, two scar wounds were pulled all the way from her shoulder blades down to her lower back, imitating wings of sorts with how ragged they were done.
"You stare too much."
Moving onto her head, lilac hair that faded into a darker purple near the ends shined and cascaded down her back, all the way down to her thighs. It was really long, but severely damaged. It was thinned out, almost like she pulled it out herself personally.
"Purple's such a nice color, isn't it?"
Asking her to raise her hands up, the person inspecting her would notice that her hands were thin, bone like structured. Her nails were painted black at the present, embellished with small golden and white details, obviously worn and torn from some time, chipped ever so slightly. Her hands were mostly clean, minus some wrinkles and scratches found on them. The person patting her down would count all ten fingers to be present on her hand.
"I need to get them redone soon, don't mind their state."
Finally, moving onto her face, the person inspecting her would notice her gray eyes first. Were these contacts or not? It was unsure to tell at all from her eerie glare. You wouldn't get to look too long into them before they'd petrify you enough. Underneath them, two dark spots blotted themselves on the skin, signifying her previously mentioned insomnia. Her eyes were currently decorated with a slight red eyeshadow at the outer corners and the waterline, as well as a noticeable mascara that was smudged right over those dark circles, streaking down her cheeks like it was a fashion statement. She'd stick her tongue out at the inspector, revealing a flashy little tongue piercing set in the dead center.
"I look younger than I am, no?"
Another thing that'd be noted after the first few questions, Dahlia's voice was noticeably more rougher. It had a deeper tone to itself, as well as it swaying towards something that'd sound like a loving mother to some. She spoke in such soft manner even with that harsh and ragged voice, it was a bit harder to distinguish her true intentions.
Lastly, Dahlia sat at the height of 7'0" flat, or 213.36 centimeters to be exact. The inspector could probably assume why she had the previously mentioned back pain. She weighed180 pounds, or more specifically- 81.6 kilograms. It'd be noticed that her body was a bit thinner in some areas, like her wrists and her waist.
Describe your character's personality to the greatest detail:
The one who calls herself Dahlia, what would people think of her?
Logically, she'd bias it all. She's perfect. She's irresistible, she's resourceful, proactive, reliable, and adaptable. Well mannered, polite. All the green lights would be shining for her in her own eyes and in her own wonderland. She was brilliant, young, beautiful. That was who Dahlia Morwood was. Someone to look up to, someone who was good-willed and had a strong shell to crack, but for the good of it. She was the picture perfect woman that people would swoon over, however much her persona was mysterious and scary.
But... Who was 'she'?
Manipulative, dishonest, selfish, arrogant, narcissistic, unreliable, cruel, passive-aggressive, a memory, and defensive. Full of herself, full of her own pride and power-hungry. She strives to be the best of them all, belittle everything around herself to be the number one and in the spotlight. She doesn't bother herself with the thoughts of others, she only worries about her own nature and the impact decisions will make for her, not for others.
Bad traits fly all over for her, not a single good words comes from the people that had come across her at all. She's all but good to the people she's encountered, sincerely. Inconsiderate. Insolent. But that was the point. That was who 'LAMB' was. All the bad. She'd never associate Dahlia Morwood with any of the negatives and the X marks. That was all up to 'LAMB' to swallow and digest. She was there to suffer all the bad that Dahlia would be called. She was but her mask and her other self. 'LAMB' was a completely different person inside of Dahlia's head, her own individual self.
The Mother
A caring soul, one that'd be there to guide those who were lost, like a shepherd. She was there to welcome with open arms, at any time. She was there to nurture those and to provide home and shelter as a person. She was there to provide a type of love people could only gain from a mother figure, a type of love that she herself lacked in her life.
And lastly,
The Lamb
A foul liar. A foul woman. Everything bad was represented and expressed with her. Hiding behind the veil of finely calibrated and fabricated lies, she walks down the path to greatness. She shows no remorse to those who have come across her. She hides behind the persona of innocence and uses it to her advantage. Uses it as her chance to strike.
Describe your character's backstory to the greatest detail:
Scene 1, Yokohama, Dahlia Evermore
September 9 2000, where it all truly began. What one would call the most wretched day, the date of Dahlia Evermore's birth. She lived in Yokohama, raised by Sara and Ao Evermore.
Ever since her early childhood days, her parents noticed that she was a lot more drawn back from children her age, especially girls. Around the time she got to middle school, her parents noticed that she was physically repulsed anytime she was in the presence of a boy her age, fully walking away or turning around to not spare them a glance, almost like it was poison in question. She had struggled to make any sort of bonds happen during those years, even refused to speak to her peers or answer her teachers at times. She was a troubled girl, for sure... Or was she?
And like fate played it's cards, a lone girl had approached her. Her heart ached for the first time since the beginning of her life. Was this love? It surely could've been. She spoke for the first time, all to that girl. Befriended her. Started living the life she should've been living since the start. Became the girl she was envisioned to be. Became happy.
But even then, happiness didn't last long. A love quarrel. Unrequited. It wasn't destined to be. And she wasn't the slightest happy about it. Life was all over to her. It went back to how it used to be. The same old Dahlia. Quiet and reserved. Her parents weren't happy. She hadn't made any progress in the end. She'd have gone insane slowly, bit by bit, step by step. She couldn't find the happiness that she secretly desired at all. Hope was extinguished once more.
And that's when it first spoke.
Her true friend.
'The voice'.
"Burn it all. You don't need it."
Scene 2, Yokohama District Court, Dahlia Evermore
Lights blared into her eyes as she stared ahead. The waiting room was filled with the bustle of noise all around, but she hadn't registered any of it. All sound mixed into a blur in her mind, not a single thing coming across.
"Miss Evermore."
A sudden voice, cutting through her train of staring at the wall. She only spared the woman stood in front of her a solid glance, hand gliding up and flicking in a direction. Signs.
"What."
"The judge is calling us into the room, please follow me."
Walking into the courtroom, she had been met by the judge in the dead center of the room, sat at his podium. A strict face on the old man, one that looked like it didn't forgive at all. Witnesses and other gathered around the stand, having sat us as Dahlia walked down the strip of the lane, stood in her designated spot, lawyer positioned right next to her.
"Be seated. Good afternoon, everyone."
.
.
.
The gavel smashed against the base it was on, the judge staring down at Dahlia in her seat, lawyer right next to her. The whole thing was yet another blur to her. She had filtered out most of the court case, all up until the next words that came out of the judge's mouth.
"The jury hereby declares Dahlia Evermore not guilty under the 39th article of the penal code, deeming that an act is not punishable when committed by a mentally unwell person. The judge reviewed the psychiatric evaluations and decided that, instead of a standard prison term, the defendant would be sentenced to a hospital order under Section 37 for immediate clinical treatment. You are hereby dismissed. All rise."
And that was it. The case was dismissed because Dahlia Evermore had been diagnosed schizophrenic a month prior to the trial. All she had to do was be evaluated to a ward for the unforeseeable time and act good. She'd be out in no time some day. What a lucky lamb, she was.
Scene 3, Karakura, Dahlia Evermore?
“What do you plan to do now that you’ve dropped the whole organization?”
“Nothing much, what did you even assume I’d do?”
Awkward question, awkward silence right after. She had been conversing with one of her former coworkers for a solid minute, and yet she was already displeased with how the conversation had gone on.
“I thought you’d go back to Chengdu, at the very least.”
“Kami forbid.”
“Really? Their dialect and culture?”
“Look beyond appearances and beyond their culture, it is anything but bad.”
“Whatever. Know yer not welcome around anymore by the others, to say the least.”
“I hold no care. Farewell.”
“WAITWAIT- Just like that?! You’re just… gonna leave us all in the past, like that?!”
“I dont’ see anything else that I must be caught up on, now?”
“. . .You’re leaving behind family, Evermore.”
“Ah.”
Family. Leaving behind family once more. Ever since she came to Karakura, she was accepted into a group of people, some that considered one another kin and blood. Dahlia never found it to be that, however. She was but a stray, once again, as she always was.
“I don’t care.”
Cold. Harsh. Honest, and the truth. She meant every syllable and every word of it. Every pronunciation of the words she huffed out, she meant it with her full heart. The person opposite of her could only watch, sheer shock on their face plastered. She was able to leave family behind just like that?
“Don’t consider yourself family anymore. Go back to the filth of a name that Evermore was.”
And her reaction in response? A smile. A smooth smile, and a swift motion towards the handle of her bag, grasping it tightly as she turned around, walking out the same door she would never get to walk in through.
Scene 4, Karakura Beach, Dahlia Morwood
It’s only been about three hours after the… incident, to say the least. She was stationed at the light house, still covered in the blood of the one she stabbed earlier… And said person, climbed up the ladders, the metal creaking under every step placed on it.
“Good evening, Izumi.”
“What do you need, Dahlia? Was it not enough that you ripped a hole in my shoulder?”
“Be both know I was capable of more.”
“You have five whole minutes to speak before I do call the KPD for this. And I know you don’t want that.”
“Hum. Don’t play hero. All I wish is to make one last request, is that fine?”
“Speak.”
The January air was still cold, billowing into their hair. The waves of the beach, crashing into the shore, glimmering in the sun that was slowly setting behind the horizons. The sky, turning into a slow shade of oranges and pinks, creating an orchestra of a beautiful moment… that wasn’t for a beautiful conversation.
“Daniella Hunn Murasaki. Place her in my position, and I’ll take my 'forever leave'.”
“What?”
“You do have the ears to hear, don’t play coy. Place Daniella in the position of ‘Clearaway’, and I’ll leave Karakura and Japan, all together. You shan’t see any more traces or hear any more mentions of my existence so far as I walk alive.”
“And what makes you think I’ll do that?”
“Because the both of us share the same views on this world. We are both mutuals on it. We’ve come to agree on a lot of things, have we not? You quote that most things hold no further meaning, but I’ve come to learn that they do. This doesn’t mean they hold meaning to me. But they hold meaning to the rest.”
“. . .”
“That girl will make a better replacement for my position. And if anything, she’d make a better leader in it.”
“Leader? You’re talking as if Hana was planning to make you one, ever.”
“A higher up. That’s what she could’ve seen in me. All up until… You know.”
A small pause in her speech, pointing a nail towards Izumi’s shoulder. The same shoulder she had stuck a tactical knife into.
“Well aware.”
“So. Take me up on my offer, and you and the rest will have forgotten about me
“Fine. You’re out of time anyways. Get out of here.”
“Very well.”
Dahlia had leaned herself further onto the fence of the lighthouse, kicking her legs up and swinging them over to the other side, looking down at the whole world from this spot. Leaving Karakura meant leaving all of this behind, which she didn't care for in the slightest. She never truly did. She didn’t hold any emotional values for Karakura at all, only for the girl she had suggested instead of her. To be a better future than she saw for herself. A future she hadn’t imagined for herself. What more was she expecting and anticipating out of a delinquent group? Not much else. But it was a step forwards instead of backwards. She would eventually come to decide on what to do because of it. Some day. Some day if she did return to this wretched town… Karakura.
She looked back at Izumi one final time, having stuck her tongue out at him, the piercing in the middle of it shining ever so slightly in the brief moment of the sunlight. Her head whipped back, body sliding down the fence as she landed with a hard set of clicks, shoes and feet firmly on the ground. Following behind her as she descended, were more footsteps, echoing all throughout. Izumi had peered down from the fence, never seeing Dahlia leave the initial entrance he had come in from. Making his way down the same old ladder, peering down the stairs… He still didn’t see her. He ran down, looking underneath and behind the stairs once more. He still didn’t see her.
The heel of her shoes clicking echoes against the walls, the stench of the area slowly becoming a bother. Hood pulled over her head, bag slung around her, and no tokko-fuku in her belongings, she made her way down the dry path of the sewers.
Scene 5, Diaoyu Tunnel “The Lamb”
Early morning, it was. Not to mention how bright it was that day. Appalling, absolutely.
Soft clicks of shoes emitted from the tunnel, echo bouncing across the wall nearest to her, all up until the point she had fully exited the tunnel.
She had turned to the right with purpose, almost as if she already mapped out the area without any GPS in hand. Almost like it were instinct to where she was going.
More rights were made, more twists and turns. She knew the area. It was Kagoshima District. Continuing down the road, she looked to her left. Complex A. Making her way up the steps slowly, the countdown of floors would start. First floor. Second floor. Third floor. Fourth floor. Fifth floor. She had climbed all the way up, turning once more and making her way down. She was eyeing the numbers slowly, but carefully. The very last apartment at the far corner. Shoving a hand in her pocket, she dug inside it, searching. A key was pulled out shortly after, shoved into the keyhole and twisted.
The door was pushed open, slipping in to close it right after. A toss of a bag onto the floor, a kick of her heels away at the doorframe, she had walked around the place, almost like she was programmed to follow a path. A pull of the chair, setting it down firmly and planting herself down on it, she pulled her phone out- scrolling through her contacts.
One by one, she discarded them all. She didn’t need any of the people on the list at the moment, vigilantly looking out for the number of one person.
A press onto the call button, pushing the phone up to her ear.
Ring. Ring. Ring.
“Hai haaai. Who dis?”
“Hello.”
“. . .Yeah, hi. Who is this?”
“Been a while, has it not?”
“. . .What?”
“I got a tad bit nostalgic of the area, to be frank.”
“Who are you? Why are ya ignorin’ my questions!?”
“But it got a bit lonely, where I resided.”
“Hello?!”
“So I had thought, why not? Why not just… come back?”
“Who are you?!”
“And… I do admit. I missed you quite a lot too, dear Daniella.”
“How do you… know my name?”
“I know a lot.”
“WHO are you?”
“You’ll figure in due time, my dear lamb.”
Click. The ending of a call. Reaching her hand over, she grabbed a small pin, grasping it tightly between her nails, pushing it into a hole on the side of her phone. The sim slot popped up, letting her remove the pin. Pulling the frame back, she had flipped it, sim card dropping out. She pressed a finger down on it, sliding it to the edge of the table to grab it fully, holding it up between her fingers.
“All in due time, as most things in life go and proceed.”
And lastly, a SNAP followed as she pressed down on the card, breaking it in half.
"The Market... Oh, 'HOSHI', you've screwed yourself over big-time bringing it up to us so blatantly and carefree back then."
And so, she stood back up, a satisfying pop of her back emitting as she straightened it, turned back to the direction of the same door she just came in from, future in her hands.
Describe an interaction that your character may have as a black market dealer:
Liar liar, tongue on fire.
(This isn't a specific target to any existing gang, it is just a mere made up scenario!)
Another day of opening in the underground business of being a Black Market Dealer, cigarette sat between her lips, back leaned against the chair lazily, and the first ring of the hour. Order, comin’ right up.
“Hello ,what-”
“Ten black cans. Now.”
“. . .”
“Hello? Did you hear me?!”
“I’ve heard you, yes. Please hold.”
Pressing the ‘hold call’ button, she sighed loudly. It was the same group of delinquents, once again. She had a bit of experience with them already, given all they ever ordered was spray cans, and all they ever did during pick-up was make false claims on the can colors or the amount. All they do is vandalize the area, she thought. Those walls were going to choke from the amount of paint they were inhaling every week. The sheer reminder of the smell those cans produced were enough to already give her a headache.
Placing in the order for the spray cans, she had to be as patient as the same people yelling on the other line about the location and time. Kami, were people always this rowdy and eager? Could they not understand the concept of waiting but a moment?
She stared off to the side, calling over an associate to help her out with this one. Pushing herself up from the chair, grabbing ahold of the mask that was commonly tied around her hip with a thin but strong ribbon, she had placed it on her face and set foot outside of the hideout she was stationed in. A long walk was now in must, given the crate of the placed orders was all the way over to the sideline of the beach, somewhere within the bushes.
Call still active, she was getting yelled at with every step closer to the crate, handing the phone over to the associate with a puff. They declined, stepping in front of her and grabbing the crate, picking it up. Poor Dahlia and her back problems. Was it really a smart decision to even be in this business with a condition like that? Probably not, but did she hold any care? She usually didn’t.
They sat at the very entrance of the sewers, the crate opened with all 10 cans packed inside of it. The both of them had been making small talk as the call was finally hung up with after the location was given out.
“OI! THAT STUFF OURS?!”
A loud and gnarly voice, now distributing all over the entrance of the walls they were under. The associate had only slightly flinched at the sudden announcement, composing themselves and straightening their back out next to Dahlia, who was already looking right ahead.
“Yes. Hand over the cash.”
“No. First, you.”
The presumed leader of the gang spoke up, pointing towards one of the people they were accompanied with. They seemed visibly uncomfortable, shaken up by what they were having to deal with. Seemed like a new member to The Lamb’s eyes. Must be pretty new to all the gang stuff at hand.
“M-me?!” A mutter, voice shaking as much as them.
“Count the cans.”
“Wh- Why…”
“COUNT THE DAMN CANS!”
With a yelp from the poor member, they stepped ever so slightly closer, staring down at the crate.
“You need a closer look? ‘Ere.”
The associate spoke up, placing their foot up to the crate, pushing it roughly towards the scared member.
“Hold it right there. What color are these?”
“You requested black.”
“No the fuck I didn’t. I said WHITE spray cans. Are you lot DEAF?”
Silence. Eerie. Silence. Only the ocean air blew every now and then.
“You asked for black cans.”
“. . .Yeah, ya did.”
“No, I asked for WHITE cans.”
“No you have not.”
“NEWBIE. YA WERE THERE. DID I ASK FOR WHITE OR FOR BLACK CANS?!”
“You- You asked for white ones, boss…”
“See?”
“Liar.”
Awkwardness filled the air as The Lamb turned her head towards the liar in question, shaking like a branch.
“I do not know for what purpose you’re lying for, but I can assure you, it won’t get you far, with how you’ve started already.”
“Don’t speak to MY fuckin’ member like that. Now, let us have these as fuckin’ reimbursement, and go get us MORE CANS, BITCH!”
“No.”
“No? Rookie, gimmie a lighter.”
Hesitantly, they did so, handing over a lighter towards their leader as they dug into their pocket, pulling out a small tequilla-can… However, it wasn’t filled with the liquid in mind.
A pop of the cap, the smell of gasoline quickly filled the air around them, the new member of that gang stepping back nervously.
“Boss… I d-don’t think you should-”
“Y’know the sayin’ ‘liar liar, pants on fire’? Yeah. Let’s make that shit true n-”
Before the associate even had a chance to even respond to the motion of that gang leader lifting his hand up, Dahlia had stepped in front of them, leg kicking up and knocking the canister out of his hands. A toss of his head to it, then back to her, he was about to throw a punch- but she outdid once more, elbow sprung back and shoved into the side of his head, making him end up on the ground, slipping onto the wet edge of the sewer entrance.
“You fuckin’ who-”
A slam across his face with a knee to his nose, his head tossed back, blood running down, glazing his lips with a dark red.
“To be led by a fool is to be led by the opportunists who control the fool. To be led by a liar is to ask to be told lies. You walk the path of mistakes.”
“You’re just spittin’ nonse- HELP ME OUT ‘ERE, ROOKIE!”
As the new person dug around their pockets nervously, they pulled a knife out, trying to aim to stab either The Lamb or her associate, but to no avail- the knife was knocked out of their hands by the backup The Lamb had, skittering into the water nearby.
“All this time, we’ve withstood your brash behavior and all of your yelling.”
She started, ripping the lighter out of the arms of the leader she was standing in front of.
Her hand clasped the leader's cheeks, hand reaching down for the gasoline canister that was dropped. She swished it, noticing there was still a bit of it left, pouring it directly over the leader's mouth and face, flipping the zippo lighter open. She stared at the leader through the eyeholes of her mask, only a slight glimpse would be captured within the darkness of it. She brought the flame up to his thrashing face, going up into flames as she pushed them back to make distance between the two.
“Hereby, you’re blacklisted from the Market due to the attempt to attack a BMD and its active and current associate, as well as continuing to lie about order details despite evidence proving otherwise. Do not attempt to call us any more.”
Screams engulfed the whole tunnel, The Lamb turning her back around as her associate picked the crate up, following after her carefully.
“I bid you farewell.”
Describe any other additional information that is notable in considering your character for the role of a black market dealer:
Dahlia Morwood was never a person that chased the feeling of adrenaline or the feeling of happiness. She always stayed close to herself, kept to herself, never spoke to others and was always counted as the odd one out. Having been in groups of people like the bounty hunt-esc organization, as well as the previous bosozuku gang she was a part of, she took a slight liking to the feeling of working WITH people, not FOR them. She had no interest in the black market up until her gang days, where she had been persuaded by their way of working. Solo work. Solo defense. Solo offence. All of it, drawing her interest. But, she had to prepare. Both physically and mentally for it. She had spent her days back reviewing all of the sewers once more, training her combat intelligence and working on her overall strength even with an ailment in her back to be able to work on her own, setting foot out towards pursuing being a Black Market Dealer.
Additional Notes:
Thank you so much for taking the time to read the application! A lot of research and a bit of writing practice went into this, trying to outdo my last application to the best of my abilities. I hope you had a good read I AM VERY SCARED for when this gets reviewed GG....!
All of the art found within this application has been done by me! Please do not use my art for personal OR commercial use.
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