//Open RP. Please at least leave two paragraphs with no shortened words. Name: Lloyd Stamos Age: 22 Height: 63 Weight: 120 Race: Mutant (Levitation and Mind distortion.) Occupation: Detective Bio: ? (May unfold.) Likes: Playing cards, coffee, his sketchbook, and dark places. Starter: The day was pale and grey, the clouds covering the sun as if a downpour of tears was to follow. Mere cracks were left in the clouds for the suns rays to poke through...Almost like the hope of the people living in Cheshire. The citys skyline was not very high, being that the most recent building dated to 1968. Yes, Cheshire was a dark and rotting town, yet that didnt mean something was growing. There was a murderer lurking the streets late at night, feeding off passer-byes and those unlucky to be caught in his path. That day, Lloyd sat in a coffee shop while going over notes he took from the most recent scene. The murderer always left with the same trademark: a knife in the right side of the neck with the intestines ripped out. A messenger bag was wrapped around the back of a chair, locked down with a buckle. So this is the most recent thing... Lloyd began, makes me sick... It truly was sickening. The photograph of the scene had blood scrawling down the cracks of the white tiles, a horrible mutilation the the victims neck. Almost like the Ripper cases long ago...Yet howd I know? A small chuckle slipped from his lips before sipping the coffee. A deck of cards shuffled at his side without laying a finger on them.
Posted on: Tue, 09 Dec 2014 18:52:12 +0000
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