Post by Vinnie on Mar 23, 2007 22:30:19 GMT
[glow=red,2,300]I wanted to start a roleplay for once, so I’ll give you this. Its sort of 1920’s style, with mystery and espionage abound.
‘Gossip about a person and his shadow will appear’ Japanese proverb
Name: Thomas Cranwell
Age: 25-30
Appearance: Tall, dark
Background: A criminal investigations agent working for the British Secret Service. He is well trained, with a sharp intellect and a penchant for private case investigation. A veteran of the Great War, he modestly bears the Conspicuous Gallantry Cross for his teenage heroism on the Somme and is a staunch patriot of Great Britain and St. George. A lifetime friend of Jewish millionaire Moe Shrevnitz, Cranwell is currently investigating the Paramilitary operations of the Shiwan Khan, a Japanese group whose unfounded and violent attacks on civilian centres are earning them a reputation of terrorism. Cranwell has a personal interest in the life of the late Lamont Cranston, dubbed The Shadow, and the dubious yet heroic actions carried out by this enigmatic figure in the fight against global crime. Cranwell has a particular interest in The Shadow’s ability to seemingly disappear, travel, fight, and operate entirely above the senses of both people and the authorities. Disturbingly, there seems to be a similarly skilled figure, abound on the streets of London…
…and he’s spoiling for a fight.[/glow]
Thomas Cranwell raised his collar against the stinging rain as he trotted down Oxford Street.
A vendor of about eleven years old caught Cranwell’s ear as he hollered the headlines into the howling wind. His papers were utterly soaked through; nevertheless, Thomas paused to hand over tuppence ha’penny and flicked through the wet pages on his way towards Whitehall.
“Incendiary Device Explodes At Fulham Bookies: Shiwan Kahn Implicated”, “Bolshevyk Horsemen Harass Northern Patrol Tommies: Wallis Boothroyd, Ambassador To Russia Declared Treasonous”, “New Shadow? Whitehall Refuses Claims Of Masked Raider’s Return”.
Turning onto the road outside Whitehall, Thomas noticed a break in the weather. At that moment he heard a shout of surprise.
Suddenly sounds of alarm and anger were reaching him. Thomas peered around for the disturbance. He spotted an oriental man picking a fight with some Bobbies; he was outside the foreign office building and it looked as though he was being arrested.
Thomas began walking towards the tussle. He saw the oriental man lay out one of the policemen with a rabbit punch. It was then that Thomas started running.
He was about twenty feet away when there was an almighty flash and a thundershock boom.
Thomas awoke airborne. He smashed into a wall and was showered with viscera. Blinded for a moment, Thomas uncrossed his eyes and wiped his face.
Suicide.
Shiwan Khan had reached new lows.
‘Gossip about a person and his shadow will appear’ Japanese proverb
Name: Thomas Cranwell
Age: 25-30
Appearance: Tall, dark
Background: A criminal investigations agent working for the British Secret Service. He is well trained, with a sharp intellect and a penchant for private case investigation. A veteran of the Great War, he modestly bears the Conspicuous Gallantry Cross for his teenage heroism on the Somme and is a staunch patriot of Great Britain and St. George. A lifetime friend of Jewish millionaire Moe Shrevnitz, Cranwell is currently investigating the Paramilitary operations of the Shiwan Khan, a Japanese group whose unfounded and violent attacks on civilian centres are earning them a reputation of terrorism. Cranwell has a personal interest in the life of the late Lamont Cranston, dubbed The Shadow, and the dubious yet heroic actions carried out by this enigmatic figure in the fight against global crime. Cranwell has a particular interest in The Shadow’s ability to seemingly disappear, travel, fight, and operate entirely above the senses of both people and the authorities. Disturbingly, there seems to be a similarly skilled figure, abound on the streets of London…
…and he’s spoiling for a fight.[/glow]
Thomas Cranwell raised his collar against the stinging rain as he trotted down Oxford Street.
A vendor of about eleven years old caught Cranwell’s ear as he hollered the headlines into the howling wind. His papers were utterly soaked through; nevertheless, Thomas paused to hand over tuppence ha’penny and flicked through the wet pages on his way towards Whitehall.
“Incendiary Device Explodes At Fulham Bookies: Shiwan Kahn Implicated”, “Bolshevyk Horsemen Harass Northern Patrol Tommies: Wallis Boothroyd, Ambassador To Russia Declared Treasonous”, “New Shadow? Whitehall Refuses Claims Of Masked Raider’s Return”.
Turning onto the road outside Whitehall, Thomas noticed a break in the weather. At that moment he heard a shout of surprise.
Suddenly sounds of alarm and anger were reaching him. Thomas peered around for the disturbance. He spotted an oriental man picking a fight with some Bobbies; he was outside the foreign office building and it looked as though he was being arrested.
Thomas began walking towards the tussle. He saw the oriental man lay out one of the policemen with a rabbit punch. It was then that Thomas started running.
He was about twenty feet away when there was an almighty flash and a thundershock boom.
Thomas awoke airborne. He smashed into a wall and was showered with viscera. Blinded for a moment, Thomas uncrossed his eyes and wiped his face.
Suicide.
Shiwan Khan had reached new lows.