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by **Jadeling Hawkins** on Sun Jun 01, 2008 12:51 pm

This is the OOC thread for Copacetic, a game that takes place during New York, New York, in 1924. It also takes place eight months after the last events in Hotsy Totsy Twenties, a different game that is now over. You are not required to have read or participated in HT20's, however, most of the characters are from the original game and will have met and interacted with each other before.

Da rules:

1. Follow the general RP etiquette. This does require that you know the general RP etiquette, and yes, you will be held responsible for this. This involved god-modding and such things.
2. At least five to seven sentences per post.
3. Literacy required. No text talk or flagrant abuse of the English language.
4. No OOC in the IC.
5. Try to keep it period acceptable. No ninjas or bazookas or cell phones.

And that's it. You do, of course, have to receive have your character approved. Sorry, but it gets messy and cluttered if it's just a 'leap in when you feel like it' scenario.

A site that you may find helpful: 1920s Slang
Because 20's slang is the best. And will be seen frequently in this game.

Basic requirements for character profile:

Code: Select all: [b]Name:[/b] [b]Age:[/b] [b]Gender:[/b] [b]Physical Appearance:[/b] (picture may be used) [b]Profession:[/b] (Gangster, Bootlegger, Fruit cart runner, etc.) [b]Brief bio:[/b]

I'll be posting my characters (there will be two, so I can better ensure everyone has someone to play with) momentarily. The IC thread will also be up soon.

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by **Irish Wolf** on Sun Jun 01, 2008 1:06 pm

WOOT, maybe Patrick can be a little more active in the plot this time, lol. Now to dig up his profile.

Name: Patrick "Guns" O'Keefe

Age: 30

Gender: male

Physical Appearance: Red hair kept short, smooth shaved, 5' 10", light green eyes. wears gray pants, a white pressed shirt, gray vest and a dark gray long over coat.
Profession: Arms dealer and part time bootlegger

Brief bio: Patrick came over from Ireland at age 10 with his parents and three siblings. His father ran a successful hardware store, what Patrick still uses as a base of operation. Patrick took over the store 10 years ago when his father died from illness. for the past 10 years Patrick as been selling guns to the local gangs, keeping the best for his favorite gang, Fiona Muirenn's. Patrick also import some of the finest booze for sale to special customers, mostly Scotch and Brandy but some French wine gets in too. The store lays in neutral turf. Patrick also as two loyal bodyguards, Conor and Luke, both large men that wear big trench coats. Conor carries a 12 gauge cutoff pump shotgun and Luke carries a cutoff BAR. Patrick carries two colt 45s om himself at all time and carries a Thompson sub machine gun with a 50 round drum clip with him when he's moving shipments and in his shop.

by **Jadeling Hawkins** on Sun Jun 01, 2008 1:25 pm

Name: Fiona Muirenn
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Physical Appearance: Blond hair to her shoulders, blue eyes and short of stature. Fiona Muirenn
Profession: Gangster, heir of an Irish Gang, four generations in the making.
Brief bio: Fi worked her way up through the ranks doing dirty work in the alleys of New York; bumping off annoyances and the like. During these early years, she earned the nickname 'Lady Luck' for her uncanny ability to wiggle out of tight spots and the strange habit of always coming out on top. Shrewd and calculating, years mobster work seem to have made her cold and aloof. But she tends to open up around her older friends, and has a deep hidden soft spot for children. Though just the previous year she was merely a speakeasy watcher, collecting security payments and keeping social ties open with establishments for the family, she has now become a much higher ranking member. Now, Fiona spends most of her time issuing orders and meeting with the up-and-ups of other gangs. Her sudden promotion eight months ago was likely the result of her 'returning from the dead,' after being assumed killed in a car bomb. She made a miraculous return, and both her popularity with the masses and her standing with the Muirenn's head sky rocketed. A few months ago, she vanished from sight again. Where she went and what she did are a mystery, but it is rumored that wherever and for whatever reason, she was with Detective Bruyere...

That's the first one. The second one will be posted soon.

by **Walter Barrecks** on Sun Jun 01, 2008 2:25 pm

Shit... I can't believe it.

Name:Remy Bruyere. Also know as Frenchie, Ragin' Cajun, or Drunk by some.
Age: 23
Gender:Male
Physical Appearance:http://i240.photobucket.com/albums/ff139/WJB225/Remy.jpg
The Cajun dick has quite a rough time in New York, leaving him with quite a few bullet holes spread across his body. His face is usually covered in stubble, rarely shaved. He wears various pin striped suits, be blue, green, or plain old black, each with a fedora, dress shoes, and a tie of the opposite color. His eyes switch from ranges of brown to ranges of green, based on emotion. His figure is tall, slim, and toned, muscular enough to beat on riff raff. His head is covered in short brown hair, which is usually messy and partly hidden by a fedora. Other than when he has the relaxed time with Fiona, he looks like an insomniac.
Profession: Ace Detective
Brief bio:Remy was born on the swamps from a somewhat large family, old enough to watch over his troublesome siblings, although he was as much as a hell raiser as them. He came up from the south to spread his Cajun knowledge with the big cities, after all, they had a crime problem. Remy is brilliant, and always figures out the case, however, he knows turning in the mob right off the bat would get him killed faster, so he helps the cops slowly catch the criminals of the streets. When he finally reached the wonderful crowded streets of New York, he met his love Fiona, "Lady Luck". She was the daughter of the Irish mob family, The Muirenns. Remy was at first against her, but learned that he cared for her, and would rather help the Irish, than throw them away. On the other hand, he hates the Italian mob quite a bit, them being his biggest enemies.

by **Irish Wolf** on Sun Jun 01, 2008 5:50 pm

you know, you both have pics of your characters and yet I have none. Curse the only skill I have with a pencil is drawing weapons and space ships. *cries softly in shame*

by **Skallagrim** on Sun Jun 01, 2008 6:00 pm

Jack Weathersby
Age: 25
Profession: Professional Adventurer
Looks: Hollywood good looks and an amazing smile.
Hair: Buckskin colored, sculptured and pomaded back.
Eyes: Terra Verte (olive greenish)
Height: 6’0
Weight: 175 lbs.
Family: The eighth child of fourteen children. His brothers from oldest to youngest Cyril, Alan, Jack (he is the third oldest boy), Ian, John, Christian, Terry, Scott, Paul.
His sisters from oldest to youngest Harriet, Meredith, Pam, Maggie and Daphne.

Jack’s plane:
S.E.5a Painted white with red wings and blue stripes along the body and tires.
Type: single-seat pursuit plane (Great Britain)
Engine: Hispano-Suiza, 8 cylinders V, 200 HP (149 kw)
Performance: maximum speed - 220 km/h; practical ceiling - 6705 m; endurance - 3 hours
Weight: empty - 635 kg; maximum on takeoff - 887 kg
Dimensions: wingspan - 8.12 m; length - 6.38 m; height - 2.90 m
Armament: forward-facing, synchronized 7.7mm Vickers machine-gun, and Lewis gun installed atop the center of the upper wing; four 18 kg. bombs.

Know HX: Born to a large family in Ohio, Jack was accepted into West Point and was one of the first to join the Army Air Corp. After graduating from West Point he joined the 94th aero squadron. In 1918 he was shipped to France and joined the rest of the squadron at Gengault Aerodrome near Toul, France, where it began operations as the first American squadron at the front.
Jack saw action and shot down six German planes before he himself was shot down and had to hit the silk, where he promptly broke a leg when he landed. By the time he was able to start flying again the war was over for the squadron.
The squadron returned home in the spring of 1919, and after several moves, the 94th settled at Selfridge Field, Michigan, in July 1922. In 1923, the unit was re-designated the 94th Pursuit Squadron. The squadron stayed in Michigan for the remainder of the inter-war years, training in its pursuit role. Jack left during this time and made his way to New York to see the great city.

Jack is a professional adventurer and flies anywhere and everywhere he can, taking odd jobs and exploring the world. Jack owns a plane he managed to pick up along the way. He wears a safari jacket, jodhpurs and deep chestnut colored boots when he is flying. When dressed in mufti he wears a tailored French silk pin stripe suit and spats. He sports a nice deep blue fedora that matches his suit. Jack is a millionaire from his artifact hunting that he does for major museums.

by **Aslin** on Mon Jun 02, 2008 8:56 am

Name: Faith Tiran
Age: 24
Gender: female

Physical Appearance: She's taller than the average woman has a well toned figure. Has short curly brown hair and hazel eyes.
Profession: Reporter for the New York Times

Brief bio: Faith is the eldest with twin brothers for siblings. Faith's mother died from Hemorrhage when giving birth to her brothers. As such, Faith grew up with only male influence in her life. She grew to be an outgoing and headstrong girl who was never afriad to voice her opinions. She loved her family and could not have asked for anything more.
Her father was a reporter for New York Times where he proved to be of great assistance to the cops. His excellent snooping skills enabled the cops to arrest many criminals. At the age of 15, she began to learn from her father as her interest in reporting grew. When she was 19, she decided to start her career. It was a hard industry and her articles were turned down multiple times but she evantually got to work for the New York Times.
As the year went by, Faith was tasked to do more articles. She wrote all sorts of articles but favoured the field of work her father did the most. But everything came crashing when her father and brothers were murdered one night. Faith had come home late that day and found the three of them dead with a bullet in their heads. Her father had been investigating smuggling activities and had been close to uncovering the mastermind behind it all. Realising he was going to reveal their identities, the thugs entered the house and killed him. Her brothers had been killed because they had witnessed the murder.
After their deaths, Faith became withdrawn and did not talk much. She preferred to be alone, not wanting to get close to anyone. However, she continued her work and was called ruthless for the articles she wrote.

by **Jadeling Hawkins** on Mon Jun 02, 2008 9:42 am

Very nice, everyone

All are accepted so far.

Here's my second character:

Name: Brigit Lucy Muirenn
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Physical Appearance: (picture may be used) Light red hair, kept a little less than shoulder length and allowed to hang loosely around her face without being bothered by styles or curls. Fair skin, a few light freckles on her nose. Dresses in casual men's clothes (shirts, trousers, suspenders, box shoes) as they are easier to do her current work in. Noticeable muscle in her arms and torso, highly expressive facial features.
Profession: (Gangster, Bootlegger, Fruit cart runner, etc.) Gangster muscle.
Brief bio: Fiona Muirenn's cousin. Raised in Yonkers along with six older brothers, Brigit has been getting into and out of trouble since her first theft at the age of seven years and thirty-four days (an apple off of a cart). Her parents are very proud. As one might assume of a daughter from a very Irish family, she has grown into a feisty, no-nonsense woman that will throw a punch before the hat hits the floor. It is this exact beat first, don't worry about the questions kind of attitude that has resulted in Brigit and her brothers, along with a few of their rough and tumble friends, receiving an invitation from Lady Luck to come and stay in the Big Apple for a while to help re-establish some order in the underground.

by **Walter Barrecks** on Mon Jun 02, 2008 1:21 pm

We're bring family members in? I might have to be one of Remy's brothers... or his Pa..

*Rem's Pa picks up a bottle of straight moonshine and drinks it. Then grabs musket.*

by **Jadeling Hawkins** on Mon Jun 02, 2008 10:19 pm

Saweeeet

By the way...

Copacetic IC

by **tigerz-peace** on Mon Jun 02, 2008 11:01 pm

Name: Evelyn “Sheila” Crowell
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Physical Appearance:

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/fashion/graphics/2006/12/17/stlouise17.jpg

Evelyn is the typical appearing flapper, wearing short skirts with even shorter hair. Her black locks are cut just before the bottom of her ear, with a fringe in the usual style. Her eyes are an intimidating ice blue, surrounded by long, thick ebon lashes. With elegant features, reasonable sized bust, slight waist and long legs, she is, just like her mother, very attractive. Standing at roughly 5’7”, she can be overall very flattering.
Profession: Flapper; politicians daughter
Brief bio: With a father heavily involved in the well-paying, prestigious world of politics, and a mother who was doted on excessively by a fading father (who was also intent on having his only daughter inherit his riches), Sheila was born into the rich life. From day one she was doted upon, living in a splendid world the high-class life. With a somewhat traditional (and spoilt) mother, Sheila was, of course, brought up to be a “proper lady” – which towards the end, held no appeal for Sheila. Instead, her gaze was drawn towards the rugged life of Flappers, Gangs, Bootlegs and entertainers. Whilst she looked down from above, she craved the adventure the below tempted her with. By her 18th year, Sheila was already beginning to rebel against what her mother brought her up as, and what she believed in. Short skirts and shorter hair, downtown slang and common interests became her life. Despite this, her mothers love clung on, and whenever in need, Sheila always had someone to fall back on.

by **Jakob Gray** on Fri Jun 13, 2008 6:13 pm

Killian is back to be the resident thon and speakeasy owner!

Name: Killian Butler
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Physical Appearance: 5'7", altogether a thin guy. Has some muscle definition.
Long brown side-parted bangs, slightly out of the way due to his brown plaid ivy cap. Red-brown eyes. Angular face, prominent cheekbones, slightly gaunt. Squared chin. Thin scar tracing the lower edge of left eye socket.
Wears a dark gray with thin tan pinstripe suit, which double breasted and probably stolen. Very shiny black dress shoes. Shiny silver wristwatch, also bootleg.
Profession: Speakeasy Proprietor. He owns "The Greasy Palm", a 'coffeeshop and bookstore' located deep within a maze of alleys. He is bootlegger and runs lots of gambling. Best at cheating when it comes to dice, basically in history. Owes a lot of money to the Italians.
Brief bio: Poverty stricken parents came to the US when Killian was 5. As of this he has somewhat of an accent from his parents and knows only an array of Gaelic words. An outspoken thón (ass), Killian believes money makes the world go round. And to a lesser degree, alcohol. He is correct.
While he has a decent amount of money he owes more than he has.
Has had decent training with dual Webleys, though is in no shape or form a 'gunman'.

by **BSX** on Mon Jun 23, 2008 2:42 pm

Name: Anton Pomeroy (changed from Petrov)
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Physical Appearance: 5’9” , 168. Deep blue eyes and short, shaggy, brown hair. Clean shaven and average build. Wears white button up shirt with grey trousers, a matching suit jacket, plain black box shoes and a black fedora hat with a red band.
Profession: Artist
Brief bio: After WWI Anton’s parents moved from Russia to France where thy changed their last names and studied French to hide their true identity, Anton’s father, Misha, was not pleased living in this new country and heard of better opportunities in America. There was great money in the underground market of bootlegging which his parents helped run with local Irish gang lords. Life was suddenly better, the Petrovs were able to enjoy the parties and glam of the times. Anton, however, grew tired of the reckless nightlife and careless spending. He became more interested in the artistic movement that was rising in New York.
Personality: Anton is anti-social and apprehensive of others in order keep them from finding out his true origins, since the 1st Red Scare ended only four years ago. His Russian accent is masked by clever enunciation, and only speaks in his native language among his parents. The stress of keeping face and the illusions of the time are eating at him, only when he paints does he seem relaxed and at peace.

by **Jadeling Hawkins** on Mon Jun 23, 2008 3:05 pm

Looks good, welcome aboard.

by **Walter Barrecks** on Mon Jun 23, 2008 3:09 pm

He he... I can't remember the last time we've had this many players..

*Remy throws free flasks to all the new players..*

by **Irish Wolf** on Mon Jun 23, 2008 3:16 pm

*The flasks are filled with booze from Patrick. He glares at Remy for giving it away*

by **Iceheart** on Tue Jun 24, 2008 7:53 am

Name: James Virgil Moore
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Physical Appearance: 6"2, 200 pounds. Tall, strongly-built, handsome.

Profession: Muscle-for-hire
Bio: Jimmy Moore comes from deep in the hills of Georgia, where as a child he made moonshine to support his destitute family. When he was 17, he volunteered for the Army, hoping to make cash money that he could send back to his family. Big and strong, he was soon boxing against fighters from other companies. In 1917, he was one of the first American soldiers to go over to France. He was highly decorated for his service in the war, including a Distinguished Service Cross that he wears around his neck, under his shirt. Following the war, he mustered out of the army and found himself in New York City, working as a prize fighter. Due to blackouts caused by a string of concussions, he was forced to drop out of the sport three years ago. Out of work, and too proud to do day labor, he turned to the only career available for a man of his talents: hired muscle for the mob.

by **Jadeling Hawkins** on Tue Jun 24, 2008 12:23 pm

Accepted, welcome aboard

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