Maysi_
Level 2
- OOC INFORMATION:
IGN:
Maysi
Describe your activity on the server:
I would say I am a pretty active member on the server, my playtime ranging from a few hours every day (3-5). It is rare that I do not log on at least once a day.
Specify your Discord username (USER#0000) and if you have a microphone:
maysi_x and I do have a mic but I don't often speak in VCs for personal reasons! If it is absolutely necessary I am willing to give speaking a try though.
Specify your country of origin and time zone:
England, GMT/BST.
What are your motivations in applying for the black market dealer role?:
I am applying for the black market dealer role as I believe my time on the server could be spent in more engaging ways, and as I am always searching for new roleplay opportunities, the opening of the black market applications piqued my interest. After playing various roles such as being a college student, being a member of the Yakuza clan and playing the role of a KPD officer, I have found that this new experience could revitalise my motivation to play the server as I would have a purpose. If I am accepted as a BMD, I would be a dedicated, loyal member and commit to my role fully as being granted the chance to maintain such a responsibility would be my dream.
What helps you to stand out from other applicants & what can you uniquely provide to the team?:
As someone who is passionate about writing and roleplay in general, I can offer a new sequence of character development that hasn't yet been seen on the team before, and I have had a long track record of unique characters that bend the limits and go beyond what is allowed, for better more than worse. The personality of my character would shine through in unique ways — her struggles and lore leading her to choose this position, as well as the fact that she is a mute yet still capable of overcoming this physical ailment and communicating with others in comprehensible ways.
My history of CrimeRP also makes me stand out, as I have hardly involved myself in the typical genre of GangRP, but rather created characters with meaningful backstories that clearly explains why they were driven to their criminal behaviour and corrupt ways. Years after the fact, I am notified of the impact my characters had on others, proving the substance my writing has behind it and thus making me a good fit for a role that requires detail and dedication. Having only been in two official gangs throughout my six years spent on the server and never engaging in perm-baiting or violence without lore behind it, I would say I understand the difference between the stigmatised roleplay that doesn't hold much meaning compared to well-performed CrimeRP.
What previous experience do you have in working with a team?:
As an ex-member of the Yakuza clan and KPD faction, I have had plenty of experience working with others, both on the lawful side and criminal side. During both experiences, it was essential to know how to work with others in efficient and understanding ways, especially in the KPD when there were high stress situations. I learned how to look out for other officers and work in groups, pairs and of course solo, where I showcased my ability to take initiative and stay on task. I have picked up an array of skills that will aid in taking on this new team-oriented role, such as communication, listening, respect, delegation and open-mindedness.
I also always try to help out newer players who have less of an understanding of the rules, whether that be combat related or otherwise, showing I am capable of taking on a leadership role and working with others. I believe I am well-rounded when it comes to interacting with other people in considerate and logical ways, which can be a great benefit to a team that works together so often and who take on such large responsibilities.
What suggestions do you have to help better the crime faction?:
1. Events
With the inclusion of more events, members of the BMD will have more ideas to keep them occupied and new roleplay opportunities to focus on. It will unite the faction as events will have to be worked on together and keep the server fresh and interesting with the inclusion of mini crime outbreaks.
2. Gangs
Bringing back and creating more verified gangs like the Yakuza, introducing and helping smaller gangs grow, and roleplaying with said gangs to increase activity are all ways to get the gang community thriving.
3. Information
Helping newer players understand the rules of CrimeRP so less conflicts will arise is another way to improve the crime side of the server. There could be new articles created that are more accessible for them to understand, therefore reducing the issue of arguments and confusion among players.
Are you familiar with all rules pertaining to weapon profiles, combat, permissions, and player conduct on the server?:
I am, and I am more than willing to regularly familiarise myself with the rules every time they are updated.
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 it is unlikely that I would leave the black market upon acceptance.
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, I am.
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 do not intend to reveal any of these.
Maysi
Describe your activity on the server:
I would say I am a pretty active member on the server, my playtime ranging from a few hours every day (3-5). It is rare that I do not log on at least once a day.
Specify your Discord username (USER#0000) and if you have a microphone:
maysi_x and I do have a mic but I don't often speak in VCs for personal reasons! If it is absolutely necessary I am willing to give speaking a try though.
Specify your country of origin and time zone:
England, GMT/BST.
What are your motivations in applying for the black market dealer role?:
I am applying for the black market dealer role as I believe my time on the server could be spent in more engaging ways, and as I am always searching for new roleplay opportunities, the opening of the black market applications piqued my interest. After playing various roles such as being a college student, being a member of the Yakuza clan and playing the role of a KPD officer, I have found that this new experience could revitalise my motivation to play the server as I would have a purpose. If I am accepted as a BMD, I would be a dedicated, loyal member and commit to my role fully as being granted the chance to maintain such a responsibility would be my dream.
What helps you to stand out from other applicants & what can you uniquely provide to the team?:
As someone who is passionate about writing and roleplay in general, I can offer a new sequence of character development that hasn't yet been seen on the team before, and I have had a long track record of unique characters that bend the limits and go beyond what is allowed, for better more than worse. The personality of my character would shine through in unique ways — her struggles and lore leading her to choose this position, as well as the fact that she is a mute yet still capable of overcoming this physical ailment and communicating with others in comprehensible ways.
My history of CrimeRP also makes me stand out, as I have hardly involved myself in the typical genre of GangRP, but rather created characters with meaningful backstories that clearly explains why they were driven to their criminal behaviour and corrupt ways. Years after the fact, I am notified of the impact my characters had on others, proving the substance my writing has behind it and thus making me a good fit for a role that requires detail and dedication. Having only been in two official gangs throughout my six years spent on the server and never engaging in perm-baiting or violence without lore behind it, I would say I understand the difference between the stigmatised roleplay that doesn't hold much meaning compared to well-performed CrimeRP.
What previous experience do you have in working with a team?:
As an ex-member of the Yakuza clan and KPD faction, I have had plenty of experience working with others, both on the lawful side and criminal side. During both experiences, it was essential to know how to work with others in efficient and understanding ways, especially in the KPD when there were high stress situations. I learned how to look out for other officers and work in groups, pairs and of course solo, where I showcased my ability to take initiative and stay on task. I have picked up an array of skills that will aid in taking on this new team-oriented role, such as communication, listening, respect, delegation and open-mindedness.
I also always try to help out newer players who have less of an understanding of the rules, whether that be combat related or otherwise, showing I am capable of taking on a leadership role and working with others. I believe I am well-rounded when it comes to interacting with other people in considerate and logical ways, which can be a great benefit to a team that works together so often and who take on such large responsibilities.
What suggestions do you have to help better the crime faction?:
1. Events
With the inclusion of more events, members of the BMD will have more ideas to keep them occupied and new roleplay opportunities to focus on. It will unite the faction as events will have to be worked on together and keep the server fresh and interesting with the inclusion of mini crime outbreaks.
2. Gangs
Bringing back and creating more verified gangs like the Yakuza, introducing and helping smaller gangs grow, and roleplaying with said gangs to increase activity are all ways to get the gang community thriving.
3. Information
Helping newer players understand the rules of CrimeRP so less conflicts will arise is another way to improve the crime side of the server. There could be new articles created that are more accessible for them to understand, therefore reducing the issue of arguments and confusion among players.
Are you familiar with all rules pertaining to weapon profiles, combat, permissions, and player conduct on the server?:
I am, and I am more than willing to regularly familiarise myself with the rules every time they are updated.
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 it is unlikely that I would leave the black market upon acceptance.
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, I am.
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 do not intend to reveal any of these.
- IC INFORMATION:
Full Legal Name:
Trivia Vanille
Criminal Alias:
Phantom
Age & Occupation:
19, student
Gender & Marital Status:
Female, taken
Ethnicity & Race:
British, Caucasian
Known Languages:
English, Japanese, JSL
Former Associations/Occupations:
N/A
Highest Level of Education:
College
Physical/Mental Ailments:
Mutism, PTSD, schizophrenia
Known Family Members:
Jimmy Vanille (Father) [ALIVE]
Carmel Vanille (Mother) [ALIVE]
Describe your character's appearance to the greatest detail:
Trivia is a thin girl standing at 4'10, wild waves of pink and brown hair tumbling down her back, thick and frizzy. Her features are feminine and round, the shape of her face tender and her doe eyes provoking a sense of existential dread. Her gaze can last for miles upon miles, often looking through the target rather than at him or her; detached, in another reality. Each eye is a different colour, one being her natural brown, the other a baby pink, heavily resembling the colours of Neapolitan ice cream. She often wears pastels and casual wear leaning on the grunge style, outdated, back in the 2010s, a sense of nostalgia following her everywhere she drifts to.
Describe your character's personality to the greatest detail:
A reserved, shy girl who often keeps to herself. Despite her soft exterior, she can also come across as smug, emitting an aura of cold-hearted indifference to the worst of situations. There is little that can faze the girl, no amount of petty insults being able to break through even the surface layer of her shield. To people she really cares about, she can be sweet and gentle, dropping her two-faced nature and allowing the light inside of her to spill through the cracks.
Describe your character's backstory to the greatest detail:
Growing up, Trivia had a very tumultuous childhood.
Born into wealth yet with nothing to show for it, she navigated her years with doubt and confusion clouding her mind. The relationship between her and her parents left much to be desired, and with its fragile state came the fragmentation of the girl's own mind.
At school, all she knew was bullying; the cruel ways of others. Born without a voice, she would be teased for not fitting in with the other children, not behaving like them.
"It's Trippy Trivia!"
Sticking out a stubby leg, a young blonde girl made sure the brunette fell flat on her face as she walked by, simply trying to reach her desk. The pang on her forehead drowned out the evil laughter that twisted around her being, the melody morphing into the Devil's low-pitched howling. With bubbling tears in her eyes, the child got off her knees and fled from the room.
As she sprinted to the bathroom, the distance created between herself and her classmates seemed to heighten the loudness of their chants: "Trivia, Trivia! Trippy, trippy, Trivia!"
Upon entering and sorrowfully looking into the mirror, the shards of glass seemed to crack, half of her face distorted as a result. Outside, the sunlight shone only on one side of her, the other, so commonplace, so dark and typical of Trivia's nature. Grey, hopeless. Only where the light beamed could she perceive another part of her, that there was more to life than this. She could become an illusionist; she could become someone else.
. . .
"Why can't you just speak up, eh?" Trivia's father, Jimmy, asked.
Not an ounce of sympathy could be heard in his voice, devoid, littered only with disdain for the now teen girl.
"I'm rather tired of her just moping about the house like that," her mother added. Carmel. "all teary-eyed, so sorry for herself. I'm tired of it, I'm tired of you, Trivia."
Why are you so useless?
Trivia, paying no mind to any of the voices, stood up to leave, excusing herself from dinner. Not without being shoved to the ground by her father was she allowed to scurry off to her room, again, tearful, again, wretched.
By her window she spent the rest of the night, wistfully looking up to the moon that illuminated her pale face. She somehow felt nostalgic, felt a sense of loss for a family she never knew, mourned a connection that did not exist, not yet.
. . .
Moving to Japan wasn't easy. The change of pace, vastly different culture from England, it all seemed so foreign, yet, somehow, familiar. Walking the streets of Karakura felt more homely than the narrow roads of London; like she had been brought up in these streets, known these faces forever. School was more pleasant, to say the least. Though virtually friendless, a fault of her own adversity to connection, there were no mean girls pulling her hair, making her feel small.
As she pursued college, working her way up from high school at the age of eighteen, there was one side of Karakura that seemed so distant yet close to her heart. She watched chaos unfold with a strange sort of smile, the conflicts of others feeding her barbed heart. Amusement, drama, knowledge, experience; there was not a thing about crime that she felt did not please her. All of it she witnessed from the side lines, unaffected, mostly, physically unharmed, out of the police's way. Sometimes, she would catch the odd officer looking at her suspiciously, something off about the girl, something that had to be kept a close eye on despite not being affiliated, despite not having a criminal history. It was the way she conducted herself, the sinful glimmer in her mismatched eyes.
Careful, careful, you!
The narration, insults and threats brought on by none other than her own poor head drove her to madness. This was no way to live . . . not on her own. How long could she stand to be without family? Her parents were dead to her. And friends? Few and far between. Perhaps it was what brought on so much suspicion from the Karakura police, the way she drifted from street to street like a nomad. She could have even been on drugs if none were the wiser, phasing in and out of one universe to the next. Stumbling, moving like the walking dead, she would find herself in the strangest of places. Abandoned alleys, forgotten spaces. It all came to surface one night, when she followed the non-existent people, abiding by their word. It was when she came to a dingy opening, a dead-end road that she found what she had been aimlessly searching for.
"Give it to me."
"One hundred and fifty thousand yen."
"Fine, take it."
And that was it.
Trivia was not where she was supposed to be.
Stuffed behind a wall, making herself a speck of dust in the wind, she watched as a man walked off with a newly bought crowbar. He was shady, looking in all directions as he tucked the weapon into a seemingly prepared bag. The business fascinated her. She could not rip her eyes away from the dealer who stood perfectly still until the buyer was out of sight, until he had melted into the horizon. Only when one was gone, did the other disappear soon thereafter.
That day, it became all too clear to her what she wanted to do, what she could do to keep herself preoccupied, out of her own head. No longer did she want to stay a silhouette, instead embarking on her relentless pursuit for peace, for purpose. Trivia knew she wanted to be involved with this side of crime, much less thievery and gang affiliation. Trivia wanted to be lawless.
Describe an interaction that your character may have as a black market dealer:
"Did you bring the goods?" a gruff voice asked.
The man was offered no answer save for a quick display of weapons, pocket knives and such neatly stowed away in the inner pockets of the cloaked figure's garment.
"Give it here then, how much did you want for it?"
The girl behind the cloak flashed the pricey number on her phone, her eyes concealed by the heavy mask she wore. If one could see behind the metal thing, they would first notice the untrusting glint in her stare, then the fowl grimace she had on as she stared the hooligan up and down.
The criminal looked no less cold, always on edge, bloodshot eyes darting around the isolated corner of the forest he had been asked to come to. His fists were bundled so tightly that the whites of his knuckles could be seen, stuffed away into his pockets. He could not remain still, rocking back and forth, secretly plotting. And when the knife was offered to him, wrapped in a silk cloth, his truth would be revealed.
"Give it here I said," he cried, guttural and desperate.
Quicker than a blink, his grubby hands had already snatched the knife out of the gloved girl's. He had been so reckless that in the process, a slash was made on his palm, a streak of blood pouring down onto the grass.
His intention never was to pay, instead choosing to flee like the brute he was. He tumbled, he fell, he left a trace of crimson in his wake as the cut on his palm was no shallow one. Eventually, he crashed into a barrier-like obstacle; a heavy chest, that belonging to a tall figure who was cloaked just as the girl he stole from was.
"Wh— what? The hell you want?"
Footsteps closed in around him, faint, hardly audible but imposing all the same. The haunting nature of the forest did not help ease the man's nerves, a murder of crows sweeping above his head as they cawed and shrieked, almost as if to warn him.
As he swivelled around to observe the imminent threat, sweat beads started forming on his forehead. The deep, leaking wound on his palm was the least of his worries. Rhythmic, the steady dropping beat of red liquid seemed to act as a ticking time bomb. Drop, drop, drop . . . stop.
The sound of steel tearing through skin pierced the forest.
Brandished by a young masked man, a katana impaled the thug from the back through to his stomach, a ring of blood surrounding the edge of the blade that remained firm in the thief's body. Karma. His eyes widened. Finds. His lip trembled like a vibrating drum. You.
Like discarded junk, the man was pushed off the length of the deadly weapon, left to thump and writhe on the ground before swiftly passing from detrimental blood loss.
"Thank you boys," signed the cloaked girl, emerging from the shadows.
A disgusting grin was plastered on her face as she took off her mask, the look warped, that of sadistic pleasure.
Oh how she loved watching the depraved die.
Describe any other additional information that is notable in considering your character for the role of a black market dealer:
My character is mute, meaning communication will have to be conducted in different ways such as text-to-speech or JSL.
Theme song:
Trivia Vanille
Criminal Alias:
Phantom
Age & Occupation:
19, student
Gender & Marital Status:
Female, taken
Ethnicity & Race:
British, Caucasian
Known Languages:
English, Japanese, JSL
Former Associations/Occupations:
N/A
Highest Level of Education:
College
Physical/Mental Ailments:
Mutism, PTSD, schizophrenia
Known Family Members:
Jimmy Vanille (Father) [ALIVE]
Carmel Vanille (Mother) [ALIVE]
Describe your character's appearance to the greatest detail:
Trivia is a thin girl standing at 4'10, wild waves of pink and brown hair tumbling down her back, thick and frizzy. Her features are feminine and round, the shape of her face tender and her doe eyes provoking a sense of existential dread. Her gaze can last for miles upon miles, often looking through the target rather than at him or her; detached, in another reality. Each eye is a different colour, one being her natural brown, the other a baby pink, heavily resembling the colours of Neapolitan ice cream. She often wears pastels and casual wear leaning on the grunge style, outdated, back in the 2010s, a sense of nostalgia following her everywhere she drifts to.
Describe your character's personality to the greatest detail:
A reserved, shy girl who often keeps to herself. Despite her soft exterior, she can also come across as smug, emitting an aura of cold-hearted indifference to the worst of situations. There is little that can faze the girl, no amount of petty insults being able to break through even the surface layer of her shield. To people she really cares about, she can be sweet and gentle, dropping her two-faced nature and allowing the light inside of her to spill through the cracks.
Describe your character's backstory to the greatest detail:
Growing up, Trivia had a very tumultuous childhood.
Born into wealth yet with nothing to show for it, she navigated her years with doubt and confusion clouding her mind. The relationship between her and her parents left much to be desired, and with its fragile state came the fragmentation of the girl's own mind.
At school, all she knew was bullying; the cruel ways of others. Born without a voice, she would be teased for not fitting in with the other children, not behaving like them.
"It's Trippy Trivia!"
Sticking out a stubby leg, a young blonde girl made sure the brunette fell flat on her face as she walked by, simply trying to reach her desk. The pang on her forehead drowned out the evil laughter that twisted around her being, the melody morphing into the Devil's low-pitched howling. With bubbling tears in her eyes, the child got off her knees and fled from the room.
As she sprinted to the bathroom, the distance created between herself and her classmates seemed to heighten the loudness of their chants: "Trivia, Trivia! Trippy, trippy, Trivia!"
Upon entering and sorrowfully looking into the mirror, the shards of glass seemed to crack, half of her face distorted as a result. Outside, the sunlight shone only on one side of her, the other, so commonplace, so dark and typical of Trivia's nature. Grey, hopeless. Only where the light beamed could she perceive another part of her, that there was more to life than this. She could become an illusionist; she could become someone else.
. . .
"Why can't you just speak up, eh?" Trivia's father, Jimmy, asked.
Not an ounce of sympathy could be heard in his voice, devoid, littered only with disdain for the now teen girl.
"I'm rather tired of her just moping about the house like that," her mother added. Carmel. "all teary-eyed, so sorry for herself. I'm tired of it, I'm tired of you, Trivia."
Why are you so useless?
Trivia, paying no mind to any of the voices, stood up to leave, excusing herself from dinner. Not without being shoved to the ground by her father was she allowed to scurry off to her room, again, tearful, again, wretched.
By her window she spent the rest of the night, wistfully looking up to the moon that illuminated her pale face. She somehow felt nostalgic, felt a sense of loss for a family she never knew, mourned a connection that did not exist, not yet.
. . .
Moving to Japan wasn't easy. The change of pace, vastly different culture from England, it all seemed so foreign, yet, somehow, familiar. Walking the streets of Karakura felt more homely than the narrow roads of London; like she had been brought up in these streets, known these faces forever. School was more pleasant, to say the least. Though virtually friendless, a fault of her own adversity to connection, there were no mean girls pulling her hair, making her feel small.
As she pursued college, working her way up from high school at the age of eighteen, there was one side of Karakura that seemed so distant yet close to her heart. She watched chaos unfold with a strange sort of smile, the conflicts of others feeding her barbed heart. Amusement, drama, knowledge, experience; there was not a thing about crime that she felt did not please her. All of it she witnessed from the side lines, unaffected, mostly, physically unharmed, out of the police's way. Sometimes, she would catch the odd officer looking at her suspiciously, something off about the girl, something that had to be kept a close eye on despite not being affiliated, despite not having a criminal history. It was the way she conducted herself, the sinful glimmer in her mismatched eyes.
Careful, careful, you!
The narration, insults and threats brought on by none other than her own poor head drove her to madness. This was no way to live . . . not on her own. How long could she stand to be without family? Her parents were dead to her. And friends? Few and far between. Perhaps it was what brought on so much suspicion from the Karakura police, the way she drifted from street to street like a nomad. She could have even been on drugs if none were the wiser, phasing in and out of one universe to the next. Stumbling, moving like the walking dead, she would find herself in the strangest of places. Abandoned alleys, forgotten spaces. It all came to surface one night, when she followed the non-existent people, abiding by their word. It was when she came to a dingy opening, a dead-end road that she found what she had been aimlessly searching for.
"Give it to me."
"One hundred and fifty thousand yen."
"Fine, take it."
And that was it.
Trivia was not where she was supposed to be.
Stuffed behind a wall, making herself a speck of dust in the wind, she watched as a man walked off with a newly bought crowbar. He was shady, looking in all directions as he tucked the weapon into a seemingly prepared bag. The business fascinated her. She could not rip her eyes away from the dealer who stood perfectly still until the buyer was out of sight, until he had melted into the horizon. Only when one was gone, did the other disappear soon thereafter.
That day, it became all too clear to her what she wanted to do, what she could do to keep herself preoccupied, out of her own head. No longer did she want to stay a silhouette, instead embarking on her relentless pursuit for peace, for purpose. Trivia knew she wanted to be involved with this side of crime, much less thievery and gang affiliation. Trivia wanted to be lawless.
Describe an interaction that your character may have as a black market dealer:
"Did you bring the goods?" a gruff voice asked.
The man was offered no answer save for a quick display of weapons, pocket knives and such neatly stowed away in the inner pockets of the cloaked figure's garment.
"Give it here then, how much did you want for it?"
The girl behind the cloak flashed the pricey number on her phone, her eyes concealed by the heavy mask she wore. If one could see behind the metal thing, they would first notice the untrusting glint in her stare, then the fowl grimace she had on as she stared the hooligan up and down.
The criminal looked no less cold, always on edge, bloodshot eyes darting around the isolated corner of the forest he had been asked to come to. His fists were bundled so tightly that the whites of his knuckles could be seen, stuffed away into his pockets. He could not remain still, rocking back and forth, secretly plotting. And when the knife was offered to him, wrapped in a silk cloth, his truth would be revealed.
"Give it here I said," he cried, guttural and desperate.
Quicker than a blink, his grubby hands had already snatched the knife out of the gloved girl's. He had been so reckless that in the process, a slash was made on his palm, a streak of blood pouring down onto the grass.
His intention never was to pay, instead choosing to flee like the brute he was. He tumbled, he fell, he left a trace of crimson in his wake as the cut on his palm was no shallow one. Eventually, he crashed into a barrier-like obstacle; a heavy chest, that belonging to a tall figure who was cloaked just as the girl he stole from was.
"Wh— what? The hell you want?"
Footsteps closed in around him, faint, hardly audible but imposing all the same. The haunting nature of the forest did not help ease the man's nerves, a murder of crows sweeping above his head as they cawed and shrieked, almost as if to warn him.
As he swivelled around to observe the imminent threat, sweat beads started forming on his forehead. The deep, leaking wound on his palm was the least of his worries. Rhythmic, the steady dropping beat of red liquid seemed to act as a ticking time bomb. Drop, drop, drop . . . stop.
The sound of steel tearing through skin pierced the forest.
Brandished by a young masked man, a katana impaled the thug from the back through to his stomach, a ring of blood surrounding the edge of the blade that remained firm in the thief's body. Karma. His eyes widened. Finds. His lip trembled like a vibrating drum. You.
Like discarded junk, the man was pushed off the length of the deadly weapon, left to thump and writhe on the ground before swiftly passing from detrimental blood loss.
"Thank you boys," signed the cloaked girl, emerging from the shadows.
A disgusting grin was plastered on her face as she took off her mask, the look warped, that of sadistic pleasure.
Oh how she loved watching the depraved die.
Describe any other additional information that is notable in considering your character for the role of a black market dealer:
My character is mute, meaning communication will have to be conducted in different ways such as text-to-speech or JSL.
Theme song:
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