1920's Gangster RP interest thread

[PyrosNine]

NAME: "Nein"

AGE: Over 20.

APPEARANCE: Long brimmed homburg that is so beaten down and dirty that it's almost more of a bucket hat, rests comfortably over his head, obscuring his eyes to a degree in it's slump. His hair obscures the rest of him, for from the neck up already the idea of "neat" and "clean" are banished from Nein. Wears a plain white T under a beaten brown jacket, to pants a little too big held on by a rope instead of a belt. Shoes are small boots, cheap leather.

In spite of rough clothing, Nein is quite the looker, though his eyes are almost like he's some sort of China-man. Real wide brown eyes.

OCCUPATION: General Lowlife, interested in getting ends met without getting arrested for things he may have done recklessly in the past, and will do legit and illegit work if they won't ask questions about where he's been.

BACKSTORY: Nein is a wanderer by nature, hopping from town to town, bar to bar, slum to slum, looking for work, looking for a place to sleep, and looking out for the cops. Going legit would mean settling down, and in his experience, doing that means that you've given your past a chance to catch up to you, for it's only so long that some lawman meets you on the street with a clean face and recognizes you for that punk that shot his partner during a police raid, that dealt with two drunk idiots far too severely, that skipped town when his landlord was found mysteriously choked to death on a solid gold miniature of some Indian deity in in your apartment....and he doesn't intend on stopping any time soon, stopping into the local area for a job and some quick cash before moving on. He has the distinct feeling he's being followed for some reason...

OPTIONAL: Nein tends to carry little in the way of weaponry, preferring to find things as he needs them and drop them when they get too 'heavy' on him. Have no doubt, that he'll probably end up with signature weapon, a six-shooting revolver sooner or later.

[Krylo]

Nah. Wizard can be the doctor.

I'll enjoy this version of insanity just as much as the calm collected 'researcher' type of insanity.

Though lines like, "Did you know an average adult human can lose 1.68 litres of blood before beginning to go into shock? Hmm... lets see how... average you are, shall we? Tell me when it stops hurting." would be kind of fun.

"There are over 200 pain receptors in every square centimeter of your skin... shall we see how many we can trigger before you lose consciousness, hmm?"

[mauve]

Pyros- Looks good! Welcome aboard. Send me a PM when you have a chance.

[krogothwolf]

Now I have vision of that Eel's being that torture doctor guy from Baccano!

[Red Mage Black]

Egads Krylo, I couldn't stop laughing my ass off as I imagined some creepy looking bastard with a rusty scalpel say that stuff to someone.

Also, I just imagined Ben as the clueless type that wouldn't know why the hell people were afraid of the guy. "Don't judge a book by it's cover, guys. He may look like a serial killer, but that doesn't mean he is one."

[batgirl]

I actually thought of being the good old saw bones, but I seem to gravitate towards that role all the time. If it really came down to it, Jules could mix up some medicines instead of poison, but she's no doctor.

"Oh you have an ache? Here I'll grind up some opium and cocaine for you."

[mauve]

I'm gonna close signups today. Anyone else interested in joining, now's your chance to say something.

Those of you who have posted a placeholder, don't worry, you're still okay. Post a character when you get time.

Those of you who haven't PMed me yet, please do so at your leisure.

Those of you about to rock, we salute you.

[Geminex]

Excellent.
Oh, and also, I decided to start creating our theme song.
I just spent ten minutes rewriting the lyrics, and quite a lot of it is lacking. Feel free to make improvements!
I wasn't sure whom to replace Harry with. Suggestions?

Sultans of Crime:

You get a craving in the dark
It's been raining in the park but meantime
South of the river you stop and you could really use a drink
A speakeasy's selling Spirits and Liquor
You feel all right when you hear those bottles ring

You step inside, but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain to feel the whiskey go down
Too much competition, too many cops around
But not too many gangs can serve that golden brown
Way on downsouth way on downsouth Chicago town

Check out Hit man Eel, he get all the kills
Mind he's strictly murder he doesn't want to torture or steal
Piano wire's all he wants to afford
When he sneaks up, right behind you, to make you squeal

And Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a daytime job he's doing alright
He can play honky tonk just like anything
Saving it up for Friday night
With the Sultans with the Sultans of Swing

And a crowd of old men they're sitting in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their respectable suits and sensible shoes
They don't give a damn about any rum-running gang
It ain't what they call Business, just running booze
And the Sultans made profits

And then the Boss he steps right up to the microphone
And says, just as we sell the last bottle of wine
"We're out of stock, but, please, feel free to come again"
and he makes it fast one more time
"We are the Sultans
We are the sultans of Crime"

[mauve]

Nice. XD

Me, I STILL have Piano Man stuck in my head. Thank you RMB. Now I've got weird rewritten versions playing over and over:

Now Art at the bar is a businessman,
He'd be happy to cut you some deals.
And as long as you pay,
And ol' Art gets his way,
You won't have to meet Johann or Eels.

And the card dealer's serving up cyanide,
As the gambler runs rum for his debt.
They were played a bad hand,
Now they're stuck with this band,
But this life hasn't killed them off yet.



Yeah, I know. Don't quit my day job.

[Geminex]

Yours is better than mine. I bow to your superior ability to mutilate the lyrics of great songs to suit your ends.

^^

I could totally imagine Ben singing that, though.