the year is 1932, the place the big city. crime is running rampant as the age of Prohibition comes to an end. the Crime bosses have strong hold on many of the government offices in the city. new night clubs crop up and disappear ever week, if you pay the right people your night club will put you on easy street. married women sleep with men not their husband's. young men and women leave their homes to make it big in the big city. people disappear never to be seen or heard from again. wives and husband's leave their loving homes never to be seen again. these and more are what a Privet investigator is hired to find out.

in the thick off it is Caspian Valentine, privet agent, privet detective or privet investigator which ever you want to call him, he dose not care. recently his partner of 30 years has retired, and he moved to a new city. no one know him here and that is how he likes it. putting out an ad in the paper he sits and waits for an answer, an answer for a man that dose not know he is wanted.

Caspian Valentine.
Age: 135
Gender: Male
Race: Vampire
Sexual preference: both
History: he does not speak much about his past as he does not care to tell may people about what happened to him. He was sold as a young child into a brothel, where he was found by his master who later became his sire. Caspian learned much of what he knows about his job from his sire. His sire liked to collect people, people he coincided to be gifted in one way or another. Caspian feels that he never fit in with what his sire was looking for. Now he has to prove to himself that he is gifted in the way his sire liked.
Personality: he worked hard to get to where he is now. He worked hard to become the best in his field. He likes things to be clean and organized, because the world is not and so he has to have some control. Lately he has had to have partners in his work which he does not really like but will work with them so that he can keep up with the study. He hopes one day that he won’t need a partner because they are a week point to him.
Resent history: the last thirty years he worked well with his last partner. They worked well together, his partner working the day and he working the night. They did not spend that much time together because his partner only was interested in it as a job. The partner married and then in the end felt that the job was becoming to dangerous. Caspian happily let him go and move on to a new city where no one would know him. That way he could set up a new practice and a new name. now all he needs is a day partner, maybe a lover.

[IMGleft]http://i812.photobucket.com/albums/zz48/Divenstein/RPG%20Characters/Behar-1.png[/IMGleft] Name: Behar [bee-hár] Nefrados
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bi

Appearance: Behar has strangely natural orange hair with golden high lights in them and his eyes are a very pale violet, nearly white. His skin is pale, which he always uses the bring out the make up he's wearing even more. He honestly doesn't go anywhere without his eyeliner, ever. Even if he knows he can't wear it for reasons he's most likely to ignore, he always has it... somewhere, managing even when his clothes don't have pockets. He tends to wear what he wants, most of the time the things he wears are worn at the wrong time. For example, he'd think it's perfectly fine to go to a formal party in some old and worn clothes he still had lingering in the back of his wardrobe, something not everyone can actually agree on.
Personality: Behar doesn't really care about what other people think of him. He figures that he needs to live with himself, not with them. He is crude and doesn't bother to sensor his words, openly cussing like a sailor if he deems it needed (which, may be added, he deems needed a lot) and he has his own little rule book which he always follows. Due to his attitude and the hair which most of the people think is dyed, people often call him a punk, especially with the flamboyant way he does his make up.
Past: In the past, Behar has always been really into music. The moment he heard his first rock song, he was in love. Over time his love for music grew, causing him to want to play himself. By doing unregistered work in the weekends and evenings he managed to save enough money to buy himself an electric guitar by the time he was 17. He stopped going to school and started working full-time, though due to his lack of papers he never got much further then working at a gasstation, something he is sure is the shittiest job with the worst pay ever. The money he made with it was enough to pay for a couple of books on how to play the guitar however, which is how he learned how to actually play the instrument. When he hit 19, Behar was still working at a gasstation, but the money he earned was barely enough to pay the one room apartment with, let alone to buy food with. It was then that he saw some people playing for money in the park, and though he never quite liked to play for an audience, he decided to do the same. The money he got was never a lot, but it was enough to buy his food and eyeliner at least.
Family: Behar comes from a poor family and is the oldest out of three children, meaning that he always had to help take care of his two younger sisters, something he never liked doing. His father is always over sees for 'work', though he's pretty sure that his old man is doing completely different things while away from his family, and his mother tries to earn money with small jobs and standing at markets. Behar used to think she earned enough this way to take care of everyone, figuring his father always send over money to pay for his and his siblings' needs as well, but how wrong he was... Or so he figured out when he woke up in the middle of the night once, thirsty, and heard strange sounds from his mother's bedroom, the sounds giving the impression that the woman was in pain. Curious as he was at the age of 9, he carefully opened the door to his mother's bedroom a little, just in time to see a strange man pull out of his mother and get dressed, before dumping a wad of money on the nightstand. Behar had never seen his mother look so sad... It is from that moment on that he started hating his father for not being there with them when they desperately needed him.
Extra: Not too long ago, Behar accidently got in a huge fight with his boss, causing him to punch the man in the face. Granted, this didn't do well for his employment as he was immediately fired. Now, with the thread of the days for the monthly bills hanging over his head, he is desperately looking for work, still playing in the park for money and doing some small low-pay jobs in case he isn't able to get a job in time.

Wanted
Body double for work. Much be about 21 or look it. Golden to orange hair pale skin, pale blue to violet eyes a plus. Hight about 5’7” but not a must.

Behar glares at the small piece of paper in his hands. Hell, if looks could kill, the paper would be no more; even the remains of the tree the paper had been made off would be nothing but a pile of ash as he stalks towards the building named on the paper. Someone is mocking him, he's sure of it. And he's about to beat the hell out of that person, that's for sure.

It seems that the only requirement for the job [as it is what the paper is about, though he has yet to check out what the job exactly is] is that one has orange hair, is pale, about 5'7" and has light violet, nearly white eyes, all of which is EXACTLY what Behar looks like. Exactly. Down to the unusual eye and hair color. And he doesn't like it. He wonders if it's an old collegue of his that left this paper at the spot he usually plays his guitar in the park, but he also knows there are a LOT more original ways to meet up with someone again after not having seen each other in a few months.

Growling, he slams the door to the building open, seething with rage. "OKAY! WHO THE FUCK THINKS THIS IS FUNNY, HUH!?"

Sitting behind a worn wooded desk sat Behar’s double in looks. When Behar had barged into the room he had been looking over the new paper but now looked up. Smiling politely he motioned for Behar to have a seat a crossed from him. “I would not say it was funny.” His voice was soft and calm, almost quite enough that Behar had to lean forward to hear him. “I had put the ad in the paper because I am needing a body double. Some one that can sit here during the daylight hours and talk to my clients for me. You see young man,” a small smile crossed his face only to disappear as quickly. “I have a sun allergy and cannot go out in the sun, but most of my clients do. I am what some people would call a Privet Detective. My name is Caspian Valentine.”

Behar eyes the person behind the desk, the words barely registering in his mind as his eyes widen. When the other finishes talking, he raises a hand and points at the man. "...Oh crap. I just met my doppelgänger. If I don't kill you I'll be the one dead." he blurts out, obviously having watched too many movies, though there is no doubt that he's currently thinking up various creative [maybe a bit too creative] ways to rid himself of the other.

“No my dear boy that it just a myth that is not real, in my time I have seen many of my,” he paused for a moment before talking again. “Our Doppelganger’s. you cannot let the popular myths and tales sway you to their views.” Reaching into a drawer he pulled out a small wad of bills. “What I am hiring you for is to sit here and just talk to those who come to see me. If that is too much for you then I will pay you this small fee for showing up.” He waved his hand over the wad of bills he had laid on the desk. “But please, I need your help as you are the only one that has come here fulfilling my needs since I set that ad in the paper.” He voice never seemed to waver as he spoke, always calm.

Behar eyes the wad of bills before finally putting down the guitar that was on his back and plopping down on the chair. So he'll get paid just for sitting there, doing whatever, and talking to whoever comes inside? Well. Talk about the easiest job ever.

"Kay, I'm interested." He huffs, kicking away the idea of murdering the other; he seems rich and is willing to spend his money on him. Why kill off what might be his source of income, right? "So I sit here, talk, leave, get paid?"

Caspian smiled. “It is good that you’re interested. Now it is not just listening that I will require you to do. There are things that my” again he paused to think of the right word. “Condition denies me yet I have need to do. There are leads that I will need to have fallowed and if you are up to it people to fallow.” He pushed the wad towards Behar. “That is your payment for tonight if you accept my full arrangement.” Caspian tilted his head slightly to one side as if to weigh if Behar was up to what he was going to ask. “You are to arrive here tomorrow morning,” again he paused. “Before the sun is up, if you arrive after it is up then you will be out of a job. Do I make myself clear?”

"Sure, sure." Behar shrugs, taking the money and pocketing it. "Be here before the sun goes up, listen to people whine, stalk people when you can't. Sounds easy enough." he shrugs again, this time in a casual manner. He doesn't really mind having to get up early, he had to do that plenty of times when he still worked at the gasstation anyway, no problem.

“They do not whine!” getting up Caspian walked over to a file cabinet. Opening a drawer he looked back at Behar. “You will have to study to be certified as a privet Detective.” He pulled out a sheet of paper. “This is all the information you will need to study for the test.” He walked back and sat down in his chair after setting the sheet of paper in front of Behar. It was actually a packet that was about 12 pages long. “I would also like you to stay late so that I can teach you some of the things I am looking for in a case, but for now don’t take any case that are cheating husbands or wives. Also anything that has to deal with the mob, don’t accept you’re not ready.”

"Wowowowowaaaiiiiiittttt a minute?" Behar gasps, eyes widening at the pages "You didn't tell me any of that before!" He cries out accusingly as he points at the packet. "Study for what test!? I haven't even gone to school in years!"

“You think you can become a privet Derivative without knowing what the rules are?” Leaning back Caspian interlaced his fingers on his chest. “Do not worry I will only send you to the test when I feel you’re ready. But if you’re feeling that you can’t handle this then well, I will just have to get another person to do what I need.”

Behar frowns before scoffing. "I can handle it." he huffs. Hell, seems like there's a lot of money at stake, of course he'll be able to manage it! He'll cheat the test if he has to! It's how he got through school after all. "So fine, whatever." he takes the papers, flicking through them to see just about what is in them.

A slight smile crossed Caspian’s face before again disappearing. “I am glad to hear that you will be able to handle it.” Standing up he offered his hand a crossed the desk. “I believe that is all for the time being. I will see you tomorrow morning when you have had some rest; I will have the rest of the papers that you will need to review at that time.”

"... Wait. What rest of the papers?" Behar eyes him oddly, wondering just how many papers the other is planning to actually send on his way. "...I'm applying for a job, not for a school yanno. next thing I know you'll be dealing out fucking homework!?"

“for one there is your contract, then also there is some information that could be helpful to you. Things that my last partner thought would be useful to you.” Sitting back down in his chair Caspian pulled out some paperwork and started working on it.

"Ung, how does someone I never met know what's useful for me anyway." Behar grumbles as he gets up and opens his guitar case, stuffing the 12 pages inside before closing it again and hoisting the guitar back on his back where it was when he came in. "But whatever." he scoffs as he moves to the door.

“he would know what is useful to you because he ones was in the same position.” Caspian said without looking up. “I hope you wont be this way with the customers.”

"Yea yea yea." Behar mumbles before stalking out of the door with another huff. It isn't until he's well on his way home that he stops and it finally hits him what just happened. "...Holy crap. Some dude that looks just like me just hired me!?"

Watching Behar walk out Caspian sighed this was going to be much harder than he had expected. How was he going to keep him in line while Caspian was sleeping during the day? Would he be able to trust Behar latter if he found out about Caspian?

The next day, about half an hour before the sun comes up, Behar walks into the office, kicking the door open as he yawns, hands stuffed in his pockets. "Awh man... I need a fucking drink..." he grumbles under his breath as he shakes his head, messing up his already wild hair a bit more. Obviously, he didn't brush it yet as it looks like it did when he got out of bed.

The room was empty of any one. On the desk was a stack of paper neatly set in piles. The phone had just stopped ringing; the only light in the room was the desk lamp.

He huffs before eying the pile of papers, casually picking a few of them up and looking over it, wondering exactly just what it is that the other guy actually does. Faintly, he thinks back to the papers still in his guitar case; he hasn't read over them yet.