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Name: Henry Liam Turner

Age: 34

DOB:
May 6, 1980

Appearance:
Henry has dark brown hair that he keeps cut short and ice blue eyes. He is a bit rough around the edges, having a perpetual 5 o’ clock shadow on his chiseled jaw that appears soon after he shaves. Tall and sturdily built, he is the type of guy most people wouldn’t start a fight with lest they were in good physical shape themselves. His expression is usually humorless but it’s a sight to see when his face lights up with a smile.

Personality:
Personality: Hard-headed, bossy, and way too serious is how his younger brothers view him. He matured at a very young age and stepped up as a father figure to his younger siblings. This indicates despite his all-business, all-work-and-no-play attitude, Henry has a very caring side to him and is more understanding than anyone might think. He is practical, self-reliant, and a survivalist. He is quiet, but tends to attract people through his aura of strength.

Family is everything to Henry, if you’re looking for a reaction, threatening his family is about the only way to get under this stoic man’s skin.

Culprit City:
He doesn’t whole-heartedly agree with the idea of Culprit City. Of course his excuse for joining is a practical one: Working in construction as a welder hasn’t paid off and it’s hard to support a family of five on a meager pay check. The winnings split four ways between his brothers is enough to have all of them living comfortably for the foreseeable future.

Really it’s because his younger brother Felix decided to volunteer, and then his younger brothers being the lemmings that they are decided to join him too. So he has to make sure they don’t get themselves killed.

History:
Born Henry Liam Turner, Henry and his three brothers grew up in United States Federal Witness Protection Program under their mother's maiden name Turner in St. Louis, Missouri. His mother told them that their father, James Ryan, a police detective in the Washington, D.C. Metro Police Department, died when the boys were too young to remember--the youngest still being in the womb, while taking out a bunch of bad guys. Henry grew up feeling indifferent to this: What did it matter that his father died a hero when he was the one left to raise three kids and take care of his mother? Henry had a chip on his shoulder but accepted the responsibilities thrust upon him at a young age, finding work at age 15 in construction and an apprenticeship in welding.

His younger brothers took it most hard when his father's former partner, told them the truth: His father was still alive, but was not a hero. James had been arrested for the murder of a fellow police officer just after his wife announced she was pregnant with their third child. After finding out this information, Henry and his three brothers(Felix, Dallas, and Matt) left WITSEC. Henry did not show an interest in wanting to learn about his father and discouraged his brothers from finding out more, but to no avail.

Through Felix’s insatiable curiosity and pressuring of James’s former partner the brothers figured out more: After James was arrested, he revealed that their department was filled with dirty cops who had set him up. But then, his father confessed to the murder, and turned state’s evidence on the Flynn organization, a crime family with some of the police department on the payroll, including his father. His testimony brought down most of the organization. This was why his mother, and brothers were placed in witness protection to begin with. Henry didn’t find these facts comforting. Though he understood his old man better, to Henry it didn’t matter if his father was a criminal or a hero: he had put his sense of justice before his family, and to Henry, family is everything.

So begins...

Henry Turner's Story

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#2014-07-31 23:44:04, as written by Lialore

OOC NOTES:

Please make sure you have read the entire introduction and also the information written under the ‘Culprit City’ place page, found under the ‘Places’ tab. This will give you information on the armoury, the SafeSite building and how rule breaking will be dealt with. Rule breaking includes the removal of Criminal/Hero bands.
I suggest that any combat between played characters be written collaboratively. (TitanPad)
Do not feel the need to match the word count of this post. I’d much prefer shorter posts around 300-500 words, though. This is not a rule.
Players are placed randomly across the city. You may choose where. I hope everyone spreads themselves out decently. Weapons have to be gained inside the city; they did not enter with any. All are currently wearing the same black outfit from head to toe, consisting of: boots, trousers, a T-shirt and a waterproof jacket with pockets.
Anything that is not addressed in the introduction or in the Culprit City place page that you wish to know, post in the OOC.

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The atmosphere inside Station 7 was electric. Fittingly, a lightning storm was raging outside but it did little to dampen and destroy the mood. The Station was well protected, and the people inside were safe. The same could not be said for those which the hundreds of screens inside the main room of the ‘Culprit City’ floor in Station 7 depicted. The mostly haunted and gaunt faces of the criminals peered out from many, their expressions ranging from desperate to determined to downright disgusted, getting drenched in the downpour. Other screens showed Heroes, marked by the green bands around their arms rather than the red, criminal ones. It rained down on them, too, though it did not make them look desolate as it did the more helpless criminals, nor as evil as the more frightening ones. The water which ran down their figures made their faces gleam. It highlighted their straight, strong shoulders and confident stances. It painted them formidably. The panoramic screen with took pride of place in the Station showed Culprit City’s clumsy skyline. Dark clouds filled the sky above, but the rain was lightening up.

Soon, all of the ‘players’ were in their randomly allocated starting positions and left to soak until the klaxon roared. The sound of tapping keys and excited chatter on the floor was dying down as the moment to Culprit City’s first ever broadcast drew closer. Station 7’s employees settled into a more professional manner, speaking when needed in sure tones. And then – he arrived. Barely on time. The man wore a leather trench coat, still flecked with raindrops. A trilby hat cast his spectacled eyes into shadow. All very mysterious. But as to who this man was: there was no mystery. The Announcer was known worldwide for his deep, dramatic and demanding voice. He was the God of all commentators. And Station 7 was honoured. The Announcer took his place in the prepared booth, removed his hat and straightened his spectacles on his particularly bulbous nose. He wet his lips with the glass of water which was at the ready, and looked to his set up of prompts and CCTV feedback. The Announcer nodded.

The countdown began. At zero, the title sequence rolled out to millions then continued on to a prepared montage of introductory information and a selection of interviews from both criminals and heroes. It was produced dramatically; all quick cuts, dark lighting and tense music. Finally, the broadcast cut to Culprit City’s advanced camera system. They scanned and swooped, bringing up the faces of various players and theatrical shots of the city. The perfect visuals for The Announcer, whose voice now boomed out across Culprit City from speakers atop the street lights, addressing the audience but heard also by the players:

“Ladies and gentleman, we invite you - the victims of years of criminal activity – to observe as justice is served. We promise you an entertaining watch. We seek your vengeance.” A lengthy pause began, filled by silence and the face currently on screen; a thug-like character, a criminal, lips pressed into a straight line and eyes staring with menace.

“Each of our players has had a chip implanted into their brain which runs off the electrical impulses. We can use this to track our players, and also determine which have died.

Our maintenance force of highly-trained and protected members of the Station 7 team will be accessing the Culprit City set to deal with bodies and any rule breaking… We are not lenient in our punishments. Quite the opposite.” an ominous and spontaneous chuckle escaped from The Announcer, but it only added to the performance.

“Our players have all been informed of the rules, but are going to be a little lost in this city, don’t you think? Well, that’s why we’ve hidden maps across the city. 100 in total. Getting hold of one of these would give a huge advantage.

Now, join me as we launch this innovative way of presenting righteousness to those who deserve it . Inspired by the graphic novel by Jia Jiu… This is Culprit City.”

The screen went black.
Five seconds passed.
A countdown clock appeared on the screen.
3… 2… 1…

The klaxon sounded.

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TASKS:
♦ Attempt to find a map.
♦ Get hold of a weapon of sorts.
♦ Find a base, somewhere for your character/s to reside. Perhaps alone, perhaps with allies. Find your territory.
♦ Interact with at least one other played character.

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#2014-08-02 10:04:00, as written by Moonstruck

“He has potential to be a good competitor but he’s so.. bland. His brothers have more entertainment value.”

The interviewers sitting across from Henry whispered loudly to one another and glanced in his direction. As if to prove the point, Henry sat listening passively to the men talk in front of him, chewing gum like a cow on his cud with a bored expression. Perhaps they were trying to coax a reaction out of him by insulting him. It wouldn’t work. He’d been called boring, even catatonic by his three younger brothers. He was secure in his character though and didn’t give two shits about what these dirt bags thought of him.

They faced each other again and continued to talk as if he were not in the room.

“The brothers are a package deal. By himself, he’s not all that interesting, but a whole family fighting together in Culprit City is some good added drama from a ratings stand point..”

The other nodded in agreement at this statement. He was in, without even saying a word, Henry had become a Hero.

Dammit.

“In any case, they’ll make good eye candy.”

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Henry was tying his shoe, kneeling down on the wet pavement. He was ticked, obviously, from having been practically forced into this. His movements were hurried and used more force than necessary to do the task at hand. Matt, the youngest and gangliest one of them all, fidgeted nervously watching his brother pull his shoe laces so tight his knuckles turned white. Matt was sensitive to moods, could sense when people were out of sorts. They all were right now to some extent, but he wasn’t used to Henry showing it.

They were all standing at the corner of Third and Washington as the klaxon sounded ominously through the patter of rain, permitting them to move freely. Without hesitation Henry took off at a hurried pace down the street ahead of his younger brothers. "We need to find weapons." he stated. From the get go, Matt was nervous and stumbled over the ground trying to catch up to him, “Shit!” he involuntarily swore as he hit the wet pavement. Henry stopped and turned around. “Dallas, help your brother up.” Henry ordered in rote, his voice not an octave off from his normal voice. The third brother rolled his eyes, hoisting his little brother up by the back of his coat and brushed him off. "We're going to die real fast with your two left feet little bro." Dallas said. Henry glared to his right at the second brother in line, who seemed none too concerned.

He has no idea what he has gotten us in to. Henry fumed to himself. Here he was thrown into his worst nightmare of all; a place where he would have to fight for his brothers’ lives around every corner. The very thought was enough to drive Henry insane, who in the real world worried for their safety when they weren’t back at the house by a decent hour.

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#2014-08-02 12:45:47, as written by Caged Bird

Four brothers had entered the game as a team.

Henry was the oldest, but Felix was not too far behind him. Some days, the pair could even be mistaken for twins if Henry had managed a shave that morning. There was no denying the resemblance, but Henry's carriage was always more self-assured than Felix's feigned bravado had ever been, the motion of his stride more purposeful, jaw more squared. It was downright irksome to the younger of the two.

Of course then there were the youngest brothers, Dallas and Matt. They were night and day. One was more sardonic and snide than even Felix himself, but lacked any real wit or grace, and the other was as quiet and reflective as Henry, more so even, but was the kindest and most innocent of the four.

Felix had initially signed on for Culprit City alone, ready to break his family's mold and be she shining valiant hero, but as all impressionable younger siblings do, Matt and Dallas followed soon after to join in the glory. Henry brought up the rear then, in some last ditch effort to shield them from their own stupidity--his words, not Felix's.

The band of brothers, what a show stopper they'd be. Naturally, Felix had aced the preshow interviews, he had wit for days and the camera ate up his charm. Henry had done...well, less well. Dallas earned an honorable mention, Matt's performance was less than memorable.

But all that was done and past, now it was down to the gritty part of this contest, after all, they weren't giving this cash away. The boys would have to work for it.

There they stood on the corner of Third and Washington, the air smelling faintly of ozone, presaging thunderbolts to come. From their vantage point, every shadow seemed darker, each odd stray sound more ominous than the last. The derelict rain slick buildings pressed close but not in a protective manner like silent sentinels, but more like barriers, concealing their enemies from view. The cold light of the full moon viciously stabbed its way through the windows of a nearby skyscraper, piercing the street with a violent shaft of silver. The screams of the Klaxon floated in on the freezing breeze coming off the tall buildings but otherwise, the world was silent. "We need to find weapons." Henry half commanded, half stated. "No shit Captain obvious." Felix replied glibly, piercing indicolite eyes roving over the shop fronts that crowded around them. "I thought we'd just win the money by waiting here and seeing if someone happens to parachute some guns down from the sky for us to use."

Henry remained silent. Clearly this was going to be one of those times when nothing Felix said was humorous to anyone not inflicted with his own personal brand of insanity. To further prove this point, and to emphasize that Felix was not the sole insane brother, Dallas punctuated his statement by punching the air and laughing. "Hells yeah, I like that plan, lets do that." Felix could practically feel the eye roll Henry must have been giving though he wasn't facing them for him to tell.

It was then that Matt decided to take a dive for the asphalt in the most ungraceful motion possible on live TV. “Shit. Dallas, help your brother up.” Henry swore, invoking an audible sigh from Dallas as he hauled Matt to his feet by his scruff. "We're going to die real fast with your two left feet little bro." Felix could tell they were impressing upon Henry's last sole surviving nerve, probably making them out to be insufferable to all the shows viewers, but it was too much fun to get Captain Buzz-kill's goat. Still, he wasn't going to earn a heroic reputation by snarking off and letting his brother take the lead yet again, and he had to remind himself they were all in very real, life threatening danger. "There might be some mention of an armory on the maps...don't you think we ought to find one of them first? I mean, unless you was to go all Rambo with some makeshift shit made up of car parts." In his own way, he was trying to be helpful, really he was. The line of Henry's shoulders as he ploughed ahead told Felix his comment was otherwise though.

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#2014-08-04 04:17:07, as written by Moonstruck

"There might be some mention of an armory on the maps...don't you think we ought to find one of them first? I mean, unless you was to go all Rambo with some makeshift shit made up of car parts."

Necessity is the mother of invention. Henry thought to himself. Being a handyman, he could think of a few creative ways to use car parts as weapons or even everyday household items. He agreed with Felix that logically finding a map should be a main priority though he did not say it aloud. He nodded his head towards the dark windows of a store nearby. “There. Let’s see what’s in here we can use, or if there’s any map.” They escaped the rain underneath the awning outside the store which had various stringed instruments on display behind its barred windows. The producers had a sense of humor, who were they trying to keep out of the stores? Them or the criminals?

Henry tried opening the doors to the music store but found they were locked. Surprise, surprise.

“Dallas and I could check the store next door.” Matt suggested.

“No, we stick together.” Henry nipped the idea in the bud. He pulled the sleeve of his rain jacket over his knuckles and busted a fist through the fragile glass with two hard hits. He then pushed his hand through the crumbling hole he had made, little pieces of glass sticking into his skin as he reached just inside to unlatch the lock. After a few intensive moments, Henry unlocked the door and they slipped inside.

They spread out in the L-shaped store front. Matt opened the tops of pianos to look inside around one corner while Dallas was distracted by a shiny new guitar around the other. He picked it up and repeated the same chords of a rock anthem to test out the sound. “Put that back Dallas.” Henry said. It was no wonder Henry’s siblings thought he was a control freak: all that ever came out of his mouth were commands. “It’s not like I’m stealing it from anybody.” Dallas defended himself, continuing to strum the strings. Henry didn’t argue with him, it was a knee jerk reaction to tell him not to touch anything while in a store, but what was the point here? He’d let him have his fun. While Felix stayed on Dallas’s side of the store, Henry went around the corner where Matt was and went straight for the sheet music. He leafed through the books on the rack searching for a map that might be tucked between the pages and dropped them at his feet.

While they were concentrated finding a map, all except one preparing for his next concert, none of them noticed a male criminal emerging slowly like a crouching tiger from behind the counter. He had been lying in wait for some unsuspecting heroes, whom were unarmed at this point in the game. The criminal had a thin sinew violin chord wrapped between his two hands as a choking device and was creeping up behind the perceived weakest, Matt. It wasn’t until Henry had torn through the last of the music sheets and turned around that the man was caught. “Hey!” He yelled as if he were trying to scare away a feral mutt. The criminal lost his bravado as the other two brothers came around the corner, realizing he was severely outnumbered and bolted for the door.

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#2014-08-05 16:53:26, as written by Caged Bird

Just as the criminal broke for the door, Felix and Dallas were on the man in an instant, plowing straight into him in the effort to tackle him to the floor. Say what you would about Dallas and all of his short comings, but his reaction time was impeccable. The man was tall, dark haired, probably in his mid-forties. His arms were thickly muscled, the veins standing out like ropes as he struggled against the two brother's hold. However, before Matt and Henry could join the fray, effectively pinning the convict down, the man had twisted and slipped from Dallas' grip. He tightened the piano wire that had been loosely stretched between his hands and deftly spun to wrap it around Felix's throat. Felix's face reddened as the air was cut off from his lungs--his hands clawing at the wire--trying to get under the corded metal to pry it away, but he did not lose focus. The criminal should have been using him as a bargaining chip, his human shield to escape the music shop but he just instead seemed Hell bent on strangling him to death in a blind fury. Felix used the man's weight and height to his advantage and dropped to his knees, the man losing his balance and falling forward over Felix head first and landing on the ground flat on his back. Henry, Dallas, and Matt were on him then--weaponlessly hauling him to his feet, eyes frantically combing the store for any instrument that could be used to kill or at least incapacitate him. Dallas's gaze trailed to the guitar he had been idly plucking, hopeful it would have weight enough to bludgeon the man when Felix shouted out, "HOLD HIM. DON'T KILL HIM YET."

Henry had always been the one to give orders, but they were all in unexplored territory here with the games, and something in Felix's tone--some undercurrent there--had them all bristling and prepared to follow orders. Well, Dallas and Matt had been anyway. There were sharp lines of tension pulling at the corners of Henry's mouth and eyes, and Felix knew him well enough to recognize that look, he had seen it many times before throughout his childhood. He momentarily acquiesced to Felix's request though and did as asked, putting the man in a choke hold from behind, but not applying all of his strength. He didn't need to choke him, only have the man submit to stop struggling. The criminal wore a rebellious look on his face but was an uncooperative quiet and stilled.

"I know what you're all thinking, we're supposed to kill him." Felix said as he rubbed the angry red line that encircled his neck now, his voice hoarse, cracking like dry logs on the fire as he spoke before he entered into a coughing fit. He knew what he needed to say, but logic wasn't really his forte and killing the man outright was currently very appealing given how sore his throat probably would be for days. He shook off the murderous notion, realizing it could cost the group and not just any group, a group solely consisting of his brothers. He had to be a team player and not selfish here. "But-how long had he been holed up in here? When are we going to get another opportunity like this, four on one, to interrogate someone with potentially more knowledge of the game than us?" The words fell into silence like a pebble into water, sending out ripples through the room. "He might have already found a map...or know where the armory or a safe zone is though he obviously hadn't made it to either yet." Felix felt Max stiffen, minutely, at his side. This would have had a drastically different outcome had the man been armed. "We should question him." The man's replying scornful gaze held enough venom to poison all four of them and then some.

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#2014-08-13 18:43:04, as written by Moonstruck

Henry took the initiative on this, coming forward to the criminal who they had restrained on the seat of a grand piano. "Would you know where the armory or safe site is?" Henry questioned as if he were asking any old man on the street. The criminal's face broke out into a crooked grin at his seemingly naive way of asking this. "You ain't gonna last a day on these streets Ken, or your brothers," he sneered, "this city is filled with people who don't give a shit about life. All that matters here is the body count and you boys are lagging behind holding me here. There's a good 1,000 of us out there."

"Well we all have to start somewhere, so unless you want to be the first body on my tally how about you tell me what you know?"

"Eat shit!"

The criminal seemed to be banking on Henry and his brother's seemingly benign nature. Unexpectedly though Henry picked the man up by his shirt and moved him feet dragging over the ground to the side of the grand piano. He forcefully laid the man's head inside, releasing the prop that held the lid of the piano open and threateningly held it over the criminal whose face also hovered inches from the sharp piano cords. "Tell. Me. What. You. Know." He eased the top of the piano closer to the man's head with every syllable. "You don't have the balls kid!" The man grunted. Henry brought the lid back ready to forcefully bring it back down to squish his head. The criminal faltered, "I can tell you where the safe site is!!!"

Henry stopped the heavy lid from closing only centimeters from his head and pulled the criminal out from the piano. The man was paler than a ghost, as were the faces of his two younger brothers. Felix kept his manly composure but gazed at Henry with a questioning look. It wasn't so much the shock of seeing someone come so close to death as it was seeing Henry turn to something so threatening at the turn of a dime. "So tell us.." Henry prompted the criminal, ignoring the petrified faces of his family. Henry himself felt a cold sweat breakout on his forehead as the adrenaline left him.

After divulging the directions to the Safe Site Henry released the criminal and they were on their way. Dallas kept the guitar he had found as a bludgeoning object and they took a few extra instrument cords as make shift weapons like the criminal had. They walked back up the way they came. The criminal had said it was only two blocks and left. "We shoulda killed 'im." Dallas commented, scuffing the bottom of his shoe with a swipe at the ground."we look like a bunch of pansies now. I'm sure the other Heroes are way ahead of us."

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a character in “Culprit City”, originally authored by Moonstruck, as played by RolePlayGateway

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