Out-Of-Character (OOC) Section
IGN:
Rip_Crash
(used to have an alt-account but lost access to it)
Describe your activity on the server:
My activity is generally centered around CrimeRP, which is where I spend the majority of my time whenever I'm online. Most of my roleplay involves interacting with criminal factions, creating long-term character arcs, building relationships with other players, and participating in player-driven storylines rather than short-term interactions. Over time I've been involved with a variety of gangs with different characters, allowing me to experience different aspects of CrimeRP. Outside of CrimeRP, I also regularly engage with the wider community through civilian interactions, events, and general roleplay whenever opportunities arise. I enjoy creating connections between different groups rather than limiting myself to a single circle of players.
My activity can fluctuate slightly depending on real-life responsibilities, particularly with my current workload and my upcoming move into a new apartment. Tho, I remain very active and intend to continue investing significant time as usual into the server once I fully moved apartments.
Specify your Discord username and if you have a microphone:
not_crash; Yes, I do have a working microphone.
Specify your country of origin and time zone:
I am from Germany, GMT+2.
What are your motivations in applying for the black market dealer role?
I've spent the majority of my time on SRP involved in CrimeRP in one way or another. Whether it was through gangs, criminal characters, or simply interacting with the wider crime community, it's always been the side of the server I've enjoyed the most and the one I've consistently found myself returning to.
The biggest reason I'm applying is honestly pretty simple: I enjoy CrimeRP and I want to contribute more to it.
The Black Market has always been one of the most important parts of the crime faction. It creates opportunities, drives interactions between players, and gives people reasons to engage with each other beyond the usual day-to-day roleplay. Because of that, I don't want to apply simply for the title or because a slot happens to be open. If accepted, I'd want to actively contribute to the faction and make use of the opportunities that come with the role. I also have several ideas I'd like to explore regarding the Black Market itself. There are systems and locations that already exist, such as Nexus, that I feel have a lot of untapped potential. Rather than replacing what's already there, I'd much rather expand on existing concepts and give players more reasons to engage with them. Lastly, I see this as an opportunity for personal growth within the community. The Black Market Dealer role comes with responsibility, and I believe it would push me to further develop my roleplay, creativity, and ability to create enjoyable experiences for others. At the end of the day, that's what interests me most about the position.
What helps you to stand out from other applicants & what can you uniquely provide to the team?
What helps me stand out from other applicants is not just my experience within CrimeRP, but the way I approach it.
I’ve spent the majority of my time on the server actively involved in the crime and gang roleplay scene, working both independently and within groups. Through that, I’ve developed a strong understanding of how different parts of the crime faction interact with each other... gangs, solo players, services, and events. I’m comfortable working within a team when needed, but I’m also used to creating my own roleplay instead of waiting for it to come to me, which I believe is essential for a role like BMD.
Where I differ from many applicants is in how I view the role itself. I don’t see the Black Market Dealer position as just a supplier of weapons or items, but as a facilitator of interaction. It’s a role that naturally sits at the center of crime RP, connecting players, creating situations, and enabling others to engage in meaningful roleplay. That’s something I actively want to lean into.
I focus heavily on creating opportunities for others rather than just progressing my own character. Whether it’s through deals, negotiations, or setting up situations that lead to further interactions, my goal is always to generate roleplay that extends beyond a single exchange. This mindset allows me to contribute to a more active and connected crime environment rather than isolated interactions.
In addition to that, I tend to think beyond individual features and more in terms of systems. I look at what already exists within the faction and consider how it can be expanded or better utilized to increase activity and interaction. This includes underused spaces or mechanics that have potential but aren’t fully realized yet. I’m not aiming to replace what’s already there, but to build on top of it in a way that feels natural and sustainable for the server.
Lastly, I’m very aware that a BMD slot is limited and comes with responsibility. I’m not applying just to hold the position, but to actively use it. I want to contribute consistently, stay engaged with the community, and make use of the opportunities the role provides to improve both my own roleplay and the experience of others around me.
What previous experience do you have in working with a team?
I’ve been part of quite a few team-based environments on the server over time, and each of them taught me something different when it comes to working with others.
A big part of that comes from Gang & Crime RP. In gangs, teamwork isn’t really optional... you have to communicate, plan things out, and rely on the people around you. Whether it was setting things up, handling situations on the fly, or just keeping things together as a group, I learned pretty quickly how important trust and communication actually are. Things rarely go exactly how you plan them, so adapting and staying calm in the moment became something I naturally got used to.
I was and am also part of the past and current Bounty Hunting Services/Prowlers, which is probably the closest I’ve been to the Black Market side of things so far. Compared to GangRP, it felt more structured, a little less chaos (with the occasional silly fun here and there), more coordination. It gave me a better idea of how important it is to actually handle some things properly instead of just rushing into things.
On the other side, I’ve also been in more structured factions like EMS, as well as Nurse and Teacher. Those felt very different compared to GangRP. Things were not too different, and teamwork is still about consistency and doing things properly. Especially in EMS, sometimes you can’t really do much alone, you rely on others, and they rely on you the same way. Faculty was similar in a different sense, more focused on keeping things running and creating roleplay for others rather than only reacting to chaos.
Having both sides of that helped me a lot. I’m used to structured teamwork, but I’m also comfortable when things get messy.
I’d say I’m someone who knows when to take initiative and when to just support the team instead. I don’t try to force myself into everything, but I also won’t sit back when I’m needed. This balance is something I’d bring into BMD, since it’s a role where you’re working on your own, but still part of a bigger system.
What suggestions do you have to help better the crime faction?
I’ve spent most of my time on the server within CrimeRP, and one thing I’ve always noticed is that there’s a lot of potential that isn’t fully used yet... especially when it comes to systems like Nexus or the overall economy between criminals. Most of my suggestions revolve around expanding what already exists instead of replacing it.
IGN:
Rip_Crash
(used to have an alt-account but lost access to it)
Describe your activity on the server:
My activity is generally centered around CrimeRP, which is where I spend the majority of my time whenever I'm online. Most of my roleplay involves interacting with criminal factions, creating long-term character arcs, building relationships with other players, and participating in player-driven storylines rather than short-term interactions. Over time I've been involved with a variety of gangs with different characters, allowing me to experience different aspects of CrimeRP. Outside of CrimeRP, I also regularly engage with the wider community through civilian interactions, events, and general roleplay whenever opportunities arise. I enjoy creating connections between different groups rather than limiting myself to a single circle of players.
My activity can fluctuate slightly depending on real-life responsibilities, particularly with my current workload and my upcoming move into a new apartment. Tho, I remain very active and intend to continue investing significant time as usual into the server once I fully moved apartments.
Specify your Discord username and if you have a microphone:
not_crash; Yes, I do have a working microphone.
Specify your country of origin and time zone:
I am from Germany, GMT+2.
What are your motivations in applying for the black market dealer role?
I've spent the majority of my time on SRP involved in CrimeRP in one way or another. Whether it was through gangs, criminal characters, or simply interacting with the wider crime community, it's always been the side of the server I've enjoyed the most and the one I've consistently found myself returning to.
The biggest reason I'm applying is honestly pretty simple: I enjoy CrimeRP and I want to contribute more to it.
The Black Market has always been one of the most important parts of the crime faction. It creates opportunities, drives interactions between players, and gives people reasons to engage with each other beyond the usual day-to-day roleplay. Because of that, I don't want to apply simply for the title or because a slot happens to be open. If accepted, I'd want to actively contribute to the faction and make use of the opportunities that come with the role. I also have several ideas I'd like to explore regarding the Black Market itself. There are systems and locations that already exist, such as Nexus, that I feel have a lot of untapped potential. Rather than replacing what's already there, I'd much rather expand on existing concepts and give players more reasons to engage with them. Lastly, I see this as an opportunity for personal growth within the community. The Black Market Dealer role comes with responsibility, and I believe it would push me to further develop my roleplay, creativity, and ability to create enjoyable experiences for others. At the end of the day, that's what interests me most about the position.
What helps you to stand out from other applicants & what can you uniquely provide to the team?
What helps me stand out from other applicants is not just my experience within CrimeRP, but the way I approach it.
I’ve spent the majority of my time on the server actively involved in the crime and gang roleplay scene, working both independently and within groups. Through that, I’ve developed a strong understanding of how different parts of the crime faction interact with each other... gangs, solo players, services, and events. I’m comfortable working within a team when needed, but I’m also used to creating my own roleplay instead of waiting for it to come to me, which I believe is essential for a role like BMD.
Where I differ from many applicants is in how I view the role itself. I don’t see the Black Market Dealer position as just a supplier of weapons or items, but as a facilitator of interaction. It’s a role that naturally sits at the center of crime RP, connecting players, creating situations, and enabling others to engage in meaningful roleplay. That’s something I actively want to lean into.
I focus heavily on creating opportunities for others rather than just progressing my own character. Whether it’s through deals, negotiations, or setting up situations that lead to further interactions, my goal is always to generate roleplay that extends beyond a single exchange. This mindset allows me to contribute to a more active and connected crime environment rather than isolated interactions.
In addition to that, I tend to think beyond individual features and more in terms of systems. I look at what already exists within the faction and consider how it can be expanded or better utilized to increase activity and interaction. This includes underused spaces or mechanics that have potential but aren’t fully realized yet. I’m not aiming to replace what’s already there, but to build on top of it in a way that feels natural and sustainable for the server.
Lastly, I’m very aware that a BMD slot is limited and comes with responsibility. I’m not applying just to hold the position, but to actively use it. I want to contribute consistently, stay engaged with the community, and make use of the opportunities the role provides to improve both my own roleplay and the experience of others around me.
What previous experience do you have in working with a team?
I’ve been part of quite a few team-based environments on the server over time, and each of them taught me something different when it comes to working with others.
A big part of that comes from Gang & Crime RP. In gangs, teamwork isn’t really optional... you have to communicate, plan things out, and rely on the people around you. Whether it was setting things up, handling situations on the fly, or just keeping things together as a group, I learned pretty quickly how important trust and communication actually are. Things rarely go exactly how you plan them, so adapting and staying calm in the moment became something I naturally got used to.
I was and am also part of the past and current Bounty Hunting Services/Prowlers, which is probably the closest I’ve been to the Black Market side of things so far. Compared to GangRP, it felt more structured, a little less chaos (with the occasional silly fun here and there), more coordination. It gave me a better idea of how important it is to actually handle some things properly instead of just rushing into things.
On the other side, I’ve also been in more structured factions like EMS, as well as Nurse and Teacher. Those felt very different compared to GangRP. Things were not too different, and teamwork is still about consistency and doing things properly. Especially in EMS, sometimes you can’t really do much alone, you rely on others, and they rely on you the same way. Faculty was similar in a different sense, more focused on keeping things running and creating roleplay for others rather than only reacting to chaos.
Having both sides of that helped me a lot. I’m used to structured teamwork, but I’m also comfortable when things get messy.
I’d say I’m someone who knows when to take initiative and when to just support the team instead. I don’t try to force myself into everything, but I also won’t sit back when I’m needed. This balance is something I’d bring into BMD, since it’s a role where you’re working on your own, but still part of a bigger system.
What suggestions do you have to help better the crime faction?
I’ve spent most of my time on the server within CrimeRP, and one thing I’ve always noticed is that there’s a lot of potential that isn’t fully used yet... especially when it comes to systems like Nexus or the overall economy between criminals. Most of my suggestions revolve around expanding what already exists instead of replacing it.
▣ Nexus Coin Economy ▣ This is probably the biggest idea I’ve been thinking about. Nexus Coins were introduced before, but never really developed into something meaningful. I think they could be reworked into a proper underground currency, something that sits alongside yen, but is specifically tied to criminal activity. The idea would be that Nexus Coins are mainly used for: ✦ Black Market weapons (especially higher-tier gang weapons) ✦ Crime-related services ✦ Transactions between criminals They wouldn’t replace yen entirely, but instead act as a “cleaner” or more controlled alternative within CrimeRP. In some cases, paying with Nexus Coins could be slightly cheaper than yen, giving players a reason to actually use them. Nexus itself could act as a sort of underground bank, allowing players to: ✦ Convert yen into Nexus Coins and vice versa ✦ Store or move wealth in a less traceable way Coins could be gained through: ✦ Nexus events (fight nights, competitions, auctions) ✦Tasks or jobs given through BMD/Nexus What makes this interesting is that the Black Market could control this system... adjusting coin value, controlling supply, and setting pricing. It gives BMD more influence over the crime economy, while also creating more interaction between gangs and players. |
▣ Nexus Revival ▣ Nexus is honestly one of the coolest concepts on the server, but it’s heavily underused. Right now, it’s supposed to be a neutral ground. A hub for criminals, but most of the time it just sits empty unless someone actively hosts something there. I think it could be brought back to life through: ✦ Regular events (auctions, meetings, competitions) ✦ Public auctions where players can buy items ✦ More integration with crime systems like Nexus Coins The space itself is already perfect, it just needs consistent reasons for people to actually go there. |
▣ Nexus Vault's (Addition) ▣ This is something that would directly affect everyday CrimeRP and would be a great addition to Nexus apart from it just renting out meeting rooms the way it was introduced initially. Right now, most players store weapons and valuables in apartments, which makes raids very punishing and sometimes discouraging. A vault system inside Nexus could give an alternative. Players could rent: ✦ Small vault boxes (cheaper, limited space) ✦ Large vaults (more expensive, more storage) These would be paid in Nexus Coins and tied to a rental system. If someone doesn’t pay their rent, the vault could be seized and its contents taken by the Black Market... which creates a risk/reward system instead of just “safe storage”. It also opens up roleplay possibilities: ✦ Recovering seized items ✦ Dealing with missed payments ✦ Conflicts over stored valuables |
▣ Criminal Financing & Loan Sharking Service (Crime Business) ▣ This is probably one of the more unusual ideas I've been thinking about, but I think it could create a completely different side of CrimeRP that currently doesn't exist. Most criminal businesses revolved around weapons, information, medical services or entertainment. While all of those are important, there isn't really a dedicated financial side to CrimeRP. The idea would be to create a Black Market business focused on criminal financing or well... organized loan sharking. Rather than simply handing out loans, the business would function as a criminal financial institution that helps facilitate agreements, investments and transactions between players. Services could include but are not limited to: ✦ Loan sharking and financial assistance ✦ Investments into criminal projects ✦ Collateral storage and management For example: ✦ A gang wants funding for a project ✦ A criminal needs temporary financial assistance ✦ A business owner wants investment capital Instead of these interactions ending after a single payment, they become ongoing roleplay opportunities built around agreements, trust and reputation. Naturally, not every agreement would go smoothly. Players may be required to: ✦ Provide collateral ✦ Agree to repayment terms ✦ Offer services or favors ✦ Meet specific conditions before assistance is provided Failure to uphold an agreement wouldn't immediately result in punishment. Instead, it creates further roleplay through renegotiations, debt collection, collateral disputes, blacklisting and other consequences that naturally arise from doing business within criminal circles. One of the biggest strengths of this idea is that it creates opportunities for other players to become involved. Potential positions for this business could include: Brokers; ✦ Connect clients with available services ✦ Arrange meetings and negotiations ✦ Receive commissions from successful agreements Collectors; ✦ Manage repayments and overdue accounts ✦ Negotiate alternative arrangements ✦ Act as representatives of the business. Financial Associates; ✦ Review applications ✦ Conduct interviews with potential clients ✦ Assist in managing day-to-day operations The business could also work alongside existing criminal groups like the Prowlers for information-gathering on clients. They would assist with background checks and risk assessments, or are sent to punish those that refuse to pay back. |
Are you familiar with all rules pertaining to weapon profiles, combat, permissions, and player conduct on the server?
Yes, I am very familiar with all rules regarding profiles, combatrp, permissions and conduct on SRP.
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 understand that if I leave the BMD at any point, the lead will have permanent kill permissions on my character.
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 understand.
Are you familiar with that you cannot reveal any out-of-character plans or potential addition to the black market to others?
Yes, I understand that I cannot reveal any plans and potential additions to the black market to others, under any given circumstances. I agree to these terms and no, I am not a robot.
In-Character (IC) Section
Full Legal Name:
Charon Delacroix
Criminal Alias:
PASSEUR
“A young gentleman in Marseille said it once, after a job. Said I had a habit of showing up when things got complicated… and leaving once they were settled. After that, it stuck. I never bothered correcting them. I’ve always been good at getting people from one side to the other.”
Age & Occupation: (Note: if you become a black market dealer, you will be permitted the Adult role)
29, Private Consultant
Gender & Marital Status:
Male & divorced
"No further comments."
Ethnicity & Race:
French–Japanese
Known Languages:
French (native), Japanese (fluent), JSL (proficient)
Former Associations/Occupations:
Full Legal Name:
Charon Delacroix
Criminal Alias:
PASSEUR
“A young gentleman in Marseille said it once, after a job. Said I had a habit of showing up when things got complicated… and leaving once they were settled. After that, it stuck. I never bothered correcting them. I’ve always been good at getting people from one side to the other.”
Age & Occupation: (Note: if you become a black market dealer, you will be permitted the Adult role)
29, Private Consultant
Gender & Marital Status:
Male & divorced
"No further comments."
Ethnicity & Race:
French–Japanese
Known Languages:
French (native), Japanese (fluent), JSL (proficient)
Former Associations/Occupations:
Marseille | Fixer / Loan Operations “Work was simple. Debts, disputes… people who couldn’t settle things on their own. I made sure they did.” |
Karakura | The Mandate “A period of cooperation, until we parted ways. Structured. Efficient. It served its purpose.” |
Current | Private Consultant “I take on work… when it’s worth my time.” |
Highest Level of Education:
Bachelor’s Degree (Economics)
“Money tends to reveal more than people intend.”
Physical/Mental Ailments: (If inapplicable, put N/A)
Physical; Malunion (moderate)
“A leg injury from some time ago. It healed… well enough. The cane stayed habit, more than anything else.”
Mental; N/A
“Nothing worth mentioning.”
Known Family Members: (If inapplicable, put N/A)
N/A
“Not relevant.”
Describe your character's appearance to the greatest detail:
▣ Correctional Transfer File | Tokyo; Japan ▣
Subject: Delacroix, Charon
Transfer Status: Temporary holding in Karakura Police Department -> Correctional Facility in Tokyo; Japan
Class: Observations on Intake
'The first thing I noticed in processing was that Delacroix didn't act like most inmates awaiting transfer. There was no sign of panic, no pacing, no raised voice to the officers dealing with him. He was about 5'11 and built in a way that he seemed more poised than physically intimidating. At first glance, he didn't seem to have brute strength but his stance was straight enough to be hard to dismiss.His hair was black and long and well kept, despite weeks in custody. Brown eyes. With that sort of calm you couldn't tell if he was tired or bored or just listening too hard. Staff members said he observed them, but never in a confrontational way.His clothes followed the same habits as seen during his arrest when he wasn’t changed into correctional wear. Dark. Clean cuts. More formal than practical, but never overdone. Even passing through holding, he was as presentable as could be expected. Ironed sleeves. Collar in. A line of shoes. Small habits, but persistent.His personal items included a dark wooden cane which was not immediately removed pending further medical review. The injury with it seemed old, not new.Tattoos were visible on both arms, dark designs across the skin that were hard to fully examine in standard processing. Staff noted them as identifying features however no confirmed gang insignia was noted. Like most things with Delacroix they seemed purposeful but not explained.Above the clothing line, there was no excessive scarring visible. If you could speak of marks then they were either covered with fabric, or too old to deserve attention anymore.'
Describe your character's personality to the greatest detail:
▣ Correctional Transfer File | Tokyo; Japan ▣
Subject: Delacroix, Charon
Status: Approved for Release
Class: Behavioral Evaluation
✦ General Presentation ✦
The subject appeared professional during the evaluation period. Their appearance was always kept up and hygiene requirements were observed without any problems. Subject proved aware of time, place and circumstances in all recorded interactions. Behavior while incarcerated was cooperative and non-aggressive. There were no serious disciplinary incidents in detention. The subject was within institutional standards and did not require extensive correctional staff intervention.
✦ Interpersonal Behavior ✦
The participant possesses excellent verbal communication skills and interacts comfortably in conversations when approached. They have a tendency to answer with measured answers. He intervenes rarely and will, in general, let a person finish stating their position before answering. In some interviews, the subject was more likely to gather information before expressing opinions. Frequently the dialogues consisted of the subject requesting for clarifications instead of giving instant answers or opinions. Staff observations suggest the subject is able to establish rapport with inmates and correctional staff. The subject was asked for advice by some of the inmates on personal disputes, financial matters and interpersonal conflicts. The subject seems to be socially competent and displays a high knowledge of social dynamics in group situations. Subject’s Emotional Presentation Considerable degree of emotional containment. Over the course of the entire assessment period, visible signs of anger, frustration, anxiety or distress were exceedingly rare. The subject remained composed during discussions of potentially stressful topics and displayed no difficulty in managing emotional responses. It should be noted that emotional restraint is not the same as emotional absence. In interviews, the subject acknowledged some losses, disappointments and personal hardships, but the discussion was largely ****ytical, not particularly emotional.
✦ Cognitive Observations ✦
Decision making seems methodical. Interviews indicated a preference for gathering information before taking action. The subject tends to think about a few outcomes before concluding. The subject often talked about situations in terms of long term consequences rather than immediate results. Given a hypothetical scenario the subject would always choose negotiation/compromise/indirect solution rather than direct confrontation. No signs of impaired judgment were observed in the evaluation. Key Themes Several themes emerged repeatedly in the interviews: - importance of reputation and personal credibility. - Preference for win-win agreements. - interest in social relationship and social dynamics. - The inclination to see problems as systems, not isolated events. - Lots of emphasis on understanding motivations before acting. Trust, the subject often says, is a hard-won resource and an easily lost one.
✦ Clinical Impression ✦
The patient is above average in social awareness and has excellent impulse control and communication skills. No behavioral concerns requiring continued psychological monitoring were noted throughout the evaluation period. The subject seems able to behave appropriately in structured social situations and regularly maintains professional and interpersonal relationships.
✦ Final Comments of Evaluator ✦
'Mr. Delacroix was cooperative during the evaluation. He was a decidedly private person, but always came across as thoughtful, cool-headed and socially conscious. No issues were identified that would suggest an increased risk of institutional misconduct on release.'
Describe your character's backstory to the greatest detail: (200+ words minimum)
People always imagine Marseille differently than it actually is. Whenever the city comes up, people tend to speak about the same things. The postcards. The harbour. The sunlight reflecting off the water during the evenings. The expensive restaurants that tourists photograph before they've even sat down to eat. If you ask ten different people about Marseille, you'll probably receive ten variations of the same answer.... What I remember are the conversations.Arguments drifting through open apartment windows during summer evenings. Shopkeepers haggling with suppliers over amounts so small neither side could possibly have cared about them. Neighbours borrowing money from one another and pretending it wasn't borrowing. Men promising things they had no intention of delivering. Women pretending they believed them. Entire friendships rising and falling over matters that would seem completely insignificant to anyone standing outside of them. Marseille was a city built on exchanges. Some involved money... But most didn't.I was born there to a French father and a Japanese mother. Neither were remarkable people by the standards of history, though I suspect history gives itself far too much credit. My father owned a small logistics company near the docks. Nothing glamorous. Trucks, warehouses, paperwork. The sort of business most people never think about despite relying on it every day. My mother taught languages. French. Japanese. Occasionally English whenever there was demand for it. She always insisted that understanding a person's language was the first step toward understanding the person themselves. And I believed her. I still do to this day.We weren't wealthy. We weren't struggling either. Comfortable is probably the closest word. Comfortable enough that I never worried about food or a roof over my head.... Comfortable enough that my time could be spent paying attention to the world around me rather than worrying about surviving inside it. And I paid attention constantly.
I watched workers spend half their lunch breaks complaining about management before accepting overtime the moment it was offered. I watched neighbours refuse to speak to one another for months over arguments worth less than a dinner bill, only to suddenly become friends again because one needed help moving furniture. I watched businessmen spend entire meetings discussing honesty, trust and professionalism before stepping into hallways to negotiate behind each other's backs. The older I became, the more fascinated I grew. Not by money. By people! Money was simply the excuse people used to explain themselves.School came and went much the same way. I performed well enough without ever becoming exceptional. Teachers described me as attentive. Quiet. One of them called me forgettable once. I remember finding that particularly amusing. People rarely notice the person listening until they realise he remembers everything they've said. And I remembered everything... The promises. The contradictions. The habits people thought nobody noticed. Especially the habits!University arrived eventually, bringing with it the question every young adult seems to face sooner or later: what exactly do you intend to do with your life? My answer was Economics. A sensible choice, according to my father. A practical choice, according to everyone else. Neither were entirely correct. I didn't choose Economics because I loved money. I chose it because money seemed to sit at the centre of almost every decision people made. Businesses rose and fell because of it. Families argued because of it. Friendships ended because of it. Entire lives changed because of it. I wanted to understand why. The lectures spoke about markets, incentives, risk, scarcity and opportunity. Most students focused on numbers. Balance sheets. Graphs. Percentages. Tho I focused on the people behind them. A graph never lies.
The person presenting it usually is. The more I studied, the more I realised that every chart, every statistic and every market trend ultimately traced back to the same thing: human behaviour. Fear. Greed. Ambition. Desperation. Hope. The numbers changed constantly, but the motivations behind them rarely did. By the time I graduated, I had learned something far more valuable than anything written in a textbook. Most problems are not solved by force.Most problems are solved by understanding what somebody wants badly enough to make a deal.At the time, it felt like nothing more than an interesting observation.Looking back, it became the foundation for almost every decision that followed...
I watched workers spend half their lunch breaks complaining about management before accepting overtime the moment it was offered. I watched neighbours refuse to speak to one another for months over arguments worth less than a dinner bill, only to suddenly become friends again because one needed help moving furniture. I watched businessmen spend entire meetings discussing honesty, trust and professionalism before stepping into hallways to negotiate behind each other's backs. The older I became, the more fascinated I grew. Not by money. By people! Money was simply the excuse people used to explain themselves.School came and went much the same way. I performed well enough without ever becoming exceptional. Teachers described me as attentive. Quiet. One of them called me forgettable once. I remember finding that particularly amusing. People rarely notice the person listening until they realise he remembers everything they've said. And I remembered everything... The promises. The contradictions. The habits people thought nobody noticed. Especially the habits!University arrived eventually, bringing with it the question every young adult seems to face sooner or later: what exactly do you intend to do with your life? My answer was Economics. A sensible choice, according to my father. A practical choice, according to everyone else. Neither were entirely correct. I didn't choose Economics because I loved money. I chose it because money seemed to sit at the centre of almost every decision people made. Businesses rose and fell because of it. Families argued because of it. Friendships ended because of it. Entire lives changed because of it. I wanted to understand why. The lectures spoke about markets, incentives, risk, scarcity and opportunity. Most students focused on numbers. Balance sheets. Graphs. Percentages. Tho I focused on the people behind them. A graph never lies.
The person presenting it usually is. The more I studied, the more I realised that every chart, every statistic and every market trend ultimately traced back to the same thing: human behaviour. Fear. Greed. Ambition. Desperation. Hope. The numbers changed constantly, but the motivations behind them rarely did. By the time I graduated, I had learned something far more valuable than anything written in a textbook. Most problems are not solved by force.Most problems are solved by understanding what somebody wants badly enough to make a deal.At the time, it felt like nothing more than an interesting observation.Looking back, it became the foundation for almost every decision that followed...
✦ A Stranger’s POV ✦
... I first met Charon Delacroix during a rainstorm in Marseille.
That probably isn't important, though for some reason it's the first thing that always comes to mind whenever somebody mentions his name. Maybe it was the weather. Maybe it was the state I was in. Either way, when I think back to that evening, everything feels washed out. The streets looked grey. The shop signs looked grey. Even the people rushing past with their coats pulled over their heads seemed to blend together as they hurried through rain that had already soaked them through. At the time, I was standing beneath the torn awning of a closed tobacco shop, staring at a message I had already read far too many times. "You have until midnight." Very dramatic, really.
Men like that always enjoy sounding more important than they actually are. Deadlines. Final warnings. Consequences. The sort of language people use when they want fear to do half the work for them. Normally I would've laughed at it. Unfortunately, it's harder to laugh when you're the one counting down the hours.... I owed money.
Not an absurd amount. Not the sort of debt that appears in films or sends armed men crashing through your front door in the middle of the night. Just enough to quietly dismantle a life if left alone. Enough to make landlords impatient. Enough to make family members suddenly remember old disagreements. Enough to make friends become strangely unavailable whenever you called. That's the thing about desperation. It has a remarkable ability to disguise bad decisions as opportunities.
A friend told me to find Delacroix. Not Mister Delacroix. Not Charon.... just "Delacroix". As though the name alone should have explained everything. Naturally, it explained absolutely nothing. I asked what he did. My friend shrugged. "He gets things across." That was all the explanation I received.
Across what exactly? Streets? Borders? Problems? I considered asking again, but judging by the look on his face, that would've been a waste of both our time. I almost didn't go.
The address led me towards the docks, down one of those narrow Marseille streets where the buildings seem to lean inward as though conspiring with one another. Every window looked occupied. Every curtain looked slightly open. The entire street carried that uncomfortable feeling of being observed without actually seeing anyone watching. There was no office. No sign. Nothing to suggest that anybody important conducted business there. Just a small café sitting between two older buildings, warm enough to make the rain outside look even colder.
Delacroix was already seated when I arrived. I remember being surprised by that. Not because he was early. Men like him are always early. What surprised me was how ordinary he looked. Dark hair. Dark coat. A cup of coffee sitting untouched in front of him. No bodyguards. No expensive watch. No obvious display of wealth. Nothing about him suggested power at first glance. Yet somehow he carried himself as though the room already belonged to him.
People drowning don't like meeting men who look dry. I remember thinking exactly that. Because while I was soaked through, exhausted, and running out of options, Delacroix looked perfectly composed. Not relaxed. Not arrogant. Just composed. Like somebody who had already considered every possible outcome before arriving. He told me to sit. Not rudely. Not kindly either. The sort of instruction people follow without questioning why they're following it.
So I sat. For a few moments neither of us spoke. The silence wasn't uncomfortable. That somehow made it worse. Most people rush to fill silence. They explain themselves. They justify themselves. They start talking simply because somebody is listening. I discovered very quickly that I was no exception. Everything came out wrong...
The debt, the deadlines, the excuses, the reasons. The explanations I had repeated so many times that even I no longer believed them. Delacroix listened. That was the strange part. He genuinely listened. Not the polite kind of listening where somebody waits for their turn to speak. The real kind. The kind that makes you feel as though every word is being weighed, measured, and placed somewhere you cannot see. By the time I finished speaking, I felt less like I had explained my situation and more like I had handed him a collection of pieces.
Then he asked a single question.
"How much of this is your fault?"
I remember hating him for that. Not because it was unfair. Because it wasn't. I wanted sympathy. Maybe... understanding? Some reassuring explanation that circumstances had simply been against me. Instead, he offered me the truth. And the truth was significantly less comfortable.
"All of it," I said and a small smile crossed his face then. Barely there.
"Good. Honest people are easier to help." I didn’t know what to say to that.
He opened a notebook. Not a phone. Not a laptop. A plain notebook with neat handwriting and several names already written down. Mine joined them somewhere near the bottom of the page.
"What do you have?"
"Nothing."
"That is rarely true."
I told him I had a delivery van under my cousin’s name. Some jewellery from my mother, though I hated mentioning it. A half-share in a storage unit near the port. Nothing valuable enough. He corrected me. Not kindly. The delivery van became collateral. The storage unit became leverage. My mother’s jewellery stayed mine, which surprised me more than anything else that night.
"I don’t take sentimental collateral unless I intend to be hated," he said, as if that was a practical rule and not mercy dressed in a better suit.
He made two phone calls. Only two. The first was to someone who owed him a favour. The second was to the man I owed money to. I couldn’t hear all of it. Delacroix spoke quietly, almost lazily, in that way men do when they know they don’t need volume to be understood. No threats were made. That bothered me. Somehow, I trusted a threat more than whatever he was doing. He mentioned dates. Payments. Names I didn’t recognize. A shipment delayed three months earlier. Someone’s brother. Someone’s gambling habit. Then silence. Long silence.
When he hung up, he finally drank his coffee. Propably cold by then.
"You’ll pay him half," Delacroix said. "Not tonight. Friday. The rest will be converted into work."
"Work?"
"You know how to drive."
"Yes."
"Then drive."
I laughed because I thought he was joking. He wasn’t. The arrangement was simple. Three weeks of night deliveries. No questions about the cargo, no deviation from routes, no speaking to police, and no deciding I had developed morals halfway through. And in exchange... my debt would disappear. Not be forgiven. Moved. That word stayed with me. 'Moved'.
He had not saved me. I realized that quickly. He had taken my problem and carried it somewhere else, where it became useful to someone with more imagination. Before I left, I asked him what I owed him. That was when he looked almost amused.
"You already owe me."
"How much?"
"We’ll find out."
I should have been afraid. Maybe I was. But mostly I felt relieved. Outside, the rain had stopped. The city smelled like wet stone and petrol, and for the first time in several days, I walked without checking over my shoulder.
A week later, someone at the port called him Passeur. I heard it by accident. Some strange man laughed after Delacroix left a warehouse meeting, shaking his head as if he’d just witnessed something clever.
"Always the same with him," he said. "Shows up when things are stuck. Gets them from one side to the other." I understood it then. Not fully. But vaguely enough. Some men break doors. Some men pick locks. Charon Delacroix simply finds the person holding the key and convinces them it was their idea to open it.
... I first met Charon Delacroix during a rainstorm in Marseille.
That probably isn't important, though for some reason it's the first thing that always comes to mind whenever somebody mentions his name. Maybe it was the weather. Maybe it was the state I was in. Either way, when I think back to that evening, everything feels washed out. The streets looked grey. The shop signs looked grey. Even the people rushing past with their coats pulled over their heads seemed to blend together as they hurried through rain that had already soaked them through. At the time, I was standing beneath the torn awning of a closed tobacco shop, staring at a message I had already read far too many times. "You have until midnight." Very dramatic, really.
Men like that always enjoy sounding more important than they actually are. Deadlines. Final warnings. Consequences. The sort of language people use when they want fear to do half the work for them. Normally I would've laughed at it. Unfortunately, it's harder to laugh when you're the one counting down the hours.... I owed money.
Not an absurd amount. Not the sort of debt that appears in films or sends armed men crashing through your front door in the middle of the night. Just enough to quietly dismantle a life if left alone. Enough to make landlords impatient. Enough to make family members suddenly remember old disagreements. Enough to make friends become strangely unavailable whenever you called. That's the thing about desperation. It has a remarkable ability to disguise bad decisions as opportunities.
A friend told me to find Delacroix. Not Mister Delacroix. Not Charon.... just "Delacroix". As though the name alone should have explained everything. Naturally, it explained absolutely nothing. I asked what he did. My friend shrugged. "He gets things across." That was all the explanation I received.
Across what exactly? Streets? Borders? Problems? I considered asking again, but judging by the look on his face, that would've been a waste of both our time. I almost didn't go.
The address led me towards the docks, down one of those narrow Marseille streets where the buildings seem to lean inward as though conspiring with one another. Every window looked occupied. Every curtain looked slightly open. The entire street carried that uncomfortable feeling of being observed without actually seeing anyone watching. There was no office. No sign. Nothing to suggest that anybody important conducted business there. Just a small café sitting between two older buildings, warm enough to make the rain outside look even colder.
Delacroix was already seated when I arrived. I remember being surprised by that. Not because he was early. Men like him are always early. What surprised me was how ordinary he looked. Dark hair. Dark coat. A cup of coffee sitting untouched in front of him. No bodyguards. No expensive watch. No obvious display of wealth. Nothing about him suggested power at first glance. Yet somehow he carried himself as though the room already belonged to him.
People drowning don't like meeting men who look dry. I remember thinking exactly that. Because while I was soaked through, exhausted, and running out of options, Delacroix looked perfectly composed. Not relaxed. Not arrogant. Just composed. Like somebody who had already considered every possible outcome before arriving. He told me to sit. Not rudely. Not kindly either. The sort of instruction people follow without questioning why they're following it.
So I sat. For a few moments neither of us spoke. The silence wasn't uncomfortable. That somehow made it worse. Most people rush to fill silence. They explain themselves. They justify themselves. They start talking simply because somebody is listening. I discovered very quickly that I was no exception. Everything came out wrong...
The debt, the deadlines, the excuses, the reasons. The explanations I had repeated so many times that even I no longer believed them. Delacroix listened. That was the strange part. He genuinely listened. Not the polite kind of listening where somebody waits for their turn to speak. The real kind. The kind that makes you feel as though every word is being weighed, measured, and placed somewhere you cannot see. By the time I finished speaking, I felt less like I had explained my situation and more like I had handed him a collection of pieces.
Then he asked a single question.
"How much of this is your fault?"
I remember hating him for that. Not because it was unfair. Because it wasn't. I wanted sympathy. Maybe... understanding? Some reassuring explanation that circumstances had simply been against me. Instead, he offered me the truth. And the truth was significantly less comfortable.
"All of it," I said and a small smile crossed his face then. Barely there.
"Good. Honest people are easier to help." I didn’t know what to say to that.
He opened a notebook. Not a phone. Not a laptop. A plain notebook with neat handwriting and several names already written down. Mine joined them somewhere near the bottom of the page.
"What do you have?"
"Nothing."
"That is rarely true."
I told him I had a delivery van under my cousin’s name. Some jewellery from my mother, though I hated mentioning it. A half-share in a storage unit near the port. Nothing valuable enough. He corrected me. Not kindly. The delivery van became collateral. The storage unit became leverage. My mother’s jewellery stayed mine, which surprised me more than anything else that night.
"I don’t take sentimental collateral unless I intend to be hated," he said, as if that was a practical rule and not mercy dressed in a better suit.
He made two phone calls. Only two. The first was to someone who owed him a favour. The second was to the man I owed money to. I couldn’t hear all of it. Delacroix spoke quietly, almost lazily, in that way men do when they know they don’t need volume to be understood. No threats were made. That bothered me. Somehow, I trusted a threat more than whatever he was doing. He mentioned dates. Payments. Names I didn’t recognize. A shipment delayed three months earlier. Someone’s brother. Someone’s gambling habit. Then silence. Long silence.
When he hung up, he finally drank his coffee. Propably cold by then.
"You’ll pay him half," Delacroix said. "Not tonight. Friday. The rest will be converted into work."
"Work?"
"You know how to drive."
"Yes."
"Then drive."
I laughed because I thought he was joking. He wasn’t. The arrangement was simple. Three weeks of night deliveries. No questions about the cargo, no deviation from routes, no speaking to police, and no deciding I had developed morals halfway through. And in exchange... my debt would disappear. Not be forgiven. Moved. That word stayed with me. 'Moved'.
He had not saved me. I realized that quickly. He had taken my problem and carried it somewhere else, where it became useful to someone with more imagination. Before I left, I asked him what I owed him. That was when he looked almost amused.
"You already owe me."
"How much?"
"We’ll find out."
I should have been afraid. Maybe I was. But mostly I felt relieved. Outside, the rain had stopped. The city smelled like wet stone and petrol, and for the first time in several days, I walked without checking over my shoulder.
A week later, someone at the port called him Passeur. I heard it by accident. Some strange man laughed after Delacroix left a warehouse meeting, shaking his head as if he’d just witnessed something clever.
"Always the same with him," he said. "Shows up when things are stuck. Gets them from one side to the other." I understood it then. Not fully. But vaguely enough. Some men break doors. Some men pick locks. Charon Delacroix simply finds the person holding the key and convinces them it was their idea to open it.
Describe an interaction that your character may have as a black market dealer: (This can be anything — a weapon deal, an event they may be involved in, or maybe an interaction with a gang)
to be finished....
Describe any other additional information that is notable in considering your character for the role of a black market dealer: (If inapplicable, put N/A)
One of the primary concepts I intend to explore with Charon is the financial and economical side of CrimeRP. While weapons, information, entertainment, and other traditional black market services will always remain important, I believe there is significant roleplay potential in criminal financing, investments, debt agreements, and loan sharking. Rather than viewing loans as simple transactions, I intend to use them as opportunities to generate long-term roleplay. Repayment plans, collateral agreements, negotiations, disputes, business partnerships, debt collection, rivalries and investment opportunities all create continuing storylines that can involve multiple players over extended periods of time. I am also particularly interested in expanding the use of Nexus and creating additional reasons for criminals to interact beyond traditional criminal activities. Whether through financial services, events, auctions, partnerships, or other player-driven opportunities, my goal is to create roleplay that encourages interaction between gangs, independent criminals, and the wider CrimeRP community. With these final words.... thanks for reading all my yap.