The Under city.

Knewse city, pronounced "newz", is a thriving city. But it is also the city with biggest crime rate. The underground black market, know as the "Under city" is the most powerful force in the entire city. Many men and women have dedicated their lives to the Under city. And many men and women have died for it. The thieves of the city are hard to catch and seem to disappear and then reappear when you least expect it. There is also Ki-rel, the Arch Devil. He is a source of power for the Under city, and given his status of power, no one can over-throw him or kick him out of the city.

So come, join the Under city!

Rules:

1. Follow Mene TOS.
2. No godmodding.
3. Be respectful of other players.
4. No killing other RPC's unless allowed.
5. Have fun!

Basics of this RP:
~ Firstly, if you have any big and long and intricate questions, PM me. If they are simple things, feel free to do it on OOC talk. Just so we don't fill up the thread with non-roleplaying stuffs if you know what I mean....
~This is a free for all roleplay. You can come and go as you wish. Profiles optional. Just follow these few rules and everything is fine.
~The roleplay takes place in a steam-punk-like world. If you don't know what steam punk is, either look it up or watch League of Extraordinary Gentlemen.
~There are two major powers in the city; The duke/owner/whatever of the city and Ki-rel the Arch Devil. The owner guy, isn't to important to the Under city, but Ki-rel is who most of the really desperate people go to. He is like the city's Devil.

Oh and by the way......
I will be using all facts from each and every post to help me write a story. So be creative and imaginative!
I just thought y'all would want to know :angel:.

Name: Jay Bloodrain.
Age: Looks in her early twenties, is really three-hundred-something.
Race: Vampire.
Looks: Jay.
Personality: Nice and kind, very flirtatious. But when it come down to the serious business Jay is very strict and never takes no for an answer. She also can kick some ass.
Extra: Jay can tolerate an extreme amount of alcohol with only having the slightest buzz effect. Her eyes are gold with blood-red/crimson flecks. She is the last of her vampiric clan, Bloodrain. She is a highly respected member of the Under city, though Jay has made it so that her name has stayed off the criminal books. For that Jay is in debt to an Arch Devil and sometimes runs errands for him.


Jay sat at the bar in the tavern. Laying on the floor were three men who had claimed to be able to drink more than her. They were wrong. Jay sat her now empty bottle of beer down on the counter.
"You get anything new Jorge?" She asked the barkeep.
"Specking of it, yes. One moment." He said, going into the back to get whatever was new. Jay waited. Jorge was a good friend of hers. A kind wiry old guy that was missing a few teeth. Only moment later, Jorge came back with a bottle of silver liquid.
"Devren brought it in this morning." He said, pouring Jay a shot. Jay picked up the shot glass and downed its contents. She then put the shot down.
"Wow! That is strong! What is it?" Jay asked, she even felt slightly woozy now. Jorge laughed.
"Enchanted quick silver." He said, putting the bottle away. Jay nodded, now understanding how the drink had gotten to her in such a way.

Name: Michael Isi
Age: 25
Race: Werewolf (Native American-Choctaw Tribe)
Looks: Michael
Personality: Michael doesn't like to talk much. He finds it a waste of time and energy, so he only speaks when he finds it necessary. To some, he appears cold and heartless, but he really just finds most people's problems to be trivial and not matter. He can resist most women's attempts to seduce him. He has yet to be romantically involved.
Extra: He works on motorcycles and cars. He doesn't like to drink or smoke, but he will participate in tribal rituals that involve smoking and/or drinking. He may seem like a goody-goody, but he does get his work done. He likes to do his work with little fuss. Get in, get out, get it over with. When he is working on cars or motorcycles, he usually takes off his shirt and tucks it into his back pocket, using it as a grease rag. He has ruined many a shirts this way. His hair is almost always kept tied with a band so it hangs down his back but stays out of his face.



Michael sat at a booth in a dark corner of the bar. He was leaned forward over the table, furiously scrawling down notes on the latest adjustments he needed for his current motorcycle project. A glass of ice water sat on the table by his left hand. He didn't like to drink that often, but he didn't like the tense quite of normal cafes. So he usually relaxed in a bar. Michael also found it amusing to watch all the drunkards and their crazy antics. That night, he had watched some girl beat three grown men in a drinking contest. That was a new one.

He wiped away the eraser bits as he made some changes to the notes. Loud music blared, helping him concentrate. The music blocked out most of the quieter, more annoying sounds that would distract him from his work. Finally, he pushed his notes aside to think about more pressing matters.


[BTW, I love The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen.]

Name: Keith Dabney
Age: 26
Race: Human
Looks: [Keith]
Personality: Taking a great interest in both invention and gadgetry, Keith spends most of his time trying to tinker with technology and because of that isn't very social, until he has a few drinks of course. Rather than shy, he's more introverted and absent-minded. He enjoys taking part in drinking games and other sorts of gambling on the side. When it comes to women though he's rather oblivious to attempts at flirting and whether or not anyone would ever like him.
Extra: Often his inventions are seen on his wrist and such. While he doesn't have any actual modes of transportation he's drawn up several diagrams of which he's trying to track down in the market.

Name: Riley
Age: 15
Looks: Long brown hair that is usually pulled back in a ponytail, blue-green eyes, average height and weight.



Riley smirked as three men collapsed to the floor, after having attempted to beat another girl who looked to be about twentiesh. She didn't drink too much, as she wasn't even of legal age, and she didn't really like it much. Riley sat in a booth in the back, in the slight shadows, not really knowing what to do now.

((Woot! I'm so glad you all joined!))

Jay shook her head, trying to clear it. Enchanted anything from Devren, the errands boy, was sure to get her head spinning.
"Oh! This came for you this morning as well." Jorge said handing her a envelope. Jay took it.
"Thanks old man." She said, leaving the bar and walking over to a more empty part of the tavern. Unknown to herself, right between Michael and Riley.

Jay looked at the front of the envelope.
"Only my name..." She said, a waver in her voice not many people heard, or would've been able to hear over the music. Jay flipped the envelope over. A seal made of real gold held the envelope shut. On it, a very detailed 'K' had been stamped.
"Ki-rel." She spoke, not fearing anyone would hear her. Ki-rel was the Arch Devil she was in debt to. No doubt this was a letter telling Jay what he wanted done, what he was to busy to do. Jay opened the envelope and pulled out the letter. She read it carefully and sighed when she was done. Now she had a reason to get rid of that traitor, Morgel.

((I do hope that it was okay on where I put you and sea48, Lt. Summers. I just thought since you guys had posted, I'd get involved :yes:.))

[[I'm fine with where you put Michael.]]

Michael opened his letter. He had been receving these for years from the Arch Devil. Most people become in debt to the Arch Devil and end up working for him. but Michael was not in debt to him. He was actually on good terms with the Arch Devil. Every now and then, he offered to run errands for him. It was always good to stay on the Arch Devil's good side.

Michael read the letter with indifference. So, he was going to be working with a partner this time. Oh goody, people, Michael thought dryly. He wondered who his partner would be, but figured it didn't matter. A partner was a partner.

[[Do you mind if Jay and Michael are partners on this mission?]]

Name: Annelise
Age: Unknown, appearance-wise early 20s
Race: Vampire
Appearance: <3

In a worn-out tavern bar, there was much commotion. A figure in the dark with their cloak's hood over their head sat quietly, watching the scene. The glass that was sitting on the table for an hour was still half full, the person barely touched it. Under the table the fingers glided gently across a well-made wooden harp, to soothes one's impatience. It played a soft quiet tune, that no one of normal hearing could detect due to the loud rock music played on the radio.

A man about in his thirties with a gruff and not too friendly appearance slide across into the seat in front of the mysterious person.

"Good day, ain't it not meh darling?"

"Oh course, a very good day indeed." The person lifted their face enough for the man to see the face. The red-eyed beauty spoke softly, "You are more than half an hour late."

"Dearie, I know you'll stay here until next week so I don't need to worry." He smirked. He pull out from his pockets a thin envelope and slide it to the vampire.

She kept her eyes on him with a locked gaze, and secretly had her fingers run through the bills in the envelope away from public view. "There are a few hundreds missing. Our agreement was two grand on the dot for the first half."

"I'll give you the rest after the second half neh?" His lips smiled but his eyes didn't.

"I will not complete the task unless you give me the promised amount." She replied with a cold smile. She leaned closer to him, a few breathes away. "I take my work seriously and if you do not give me the rest... well, you know the rest."

He glared at her and gave her the second envelope from his pocket. She counted and tucked it away. "I'll see you next week."

She got up, left some changes for the drink and headed towards the doorway.


((Bah, I need ideas what her task should be... Any ideas for illegal activities? >3>; ))

A young boy sat on a bar stool, downing another shot of scotch. Ah this would be the death of him one day, a shot glass in one hand and a messy blueprint in the other. He looked over his latest "project", frowning at the estimated amount for the project. While he had a few of the parts, the rest would cost some big bucks. He could always steal, but these sort of things could always have backlash. He remembered the last time that he ended up bungling up a heist and almost went to jail. His bike was sadly sacrificed in the process though. Hopefully he'd get a tip soon. God forbid he would have to ask for a favor from the Arch Devil/

((To Lt. Summers: That'd be great!---To Sadistix_Love: Um..... She has to go and steal something very valuable from the duke/owner/whatever of the city?))

It was after Jay looked over th letter a few times did she notice a P.S. Jay raised an eyebrow at this. Ki-rel never left P.S. notes. Not in the fifty years that Jay had been working for him at least. She read the P.S.
"Michael Isi." Jay turned the words over in her mouth. Sh had heard of him before. But she couldn't put her finger on it.
"And I am to meet him tonight, in room five?" Jay questioned Ki-rel's instructions. Morgel must have really gotten on Ki-rel's nerves to not even to get a decent death warrant. Jay stood and went back to the bar.
"Can I have the key for room five Jorge. Business." She said simply. Jorge nodded and handed her the key.
"Oh, and if a man by the name of Michael Isi comes in. Please tell him where I am." Jay said.

Jay sat in room five with the envelope in her hands. Morgel had worked under her in the Under city. Though he had broken a few rules and tried to turn Jay in. Tried to get her on the books. But of course, given her deal with Ki-rel, Morgel's plans didn't work. So Jay had kicked him out. Made him an outlaw to the outlaws. And now Morgel had gone and tried to get at Ki-rel to get at Jay and that had pissed Ki-rel off.
"I wonder if this Michael Isi kills people for a living...." She pondered aloud.
"Or maybe he's a bit more interesting."

((To everyone: I'm adding a few more facts to the first and second posts. I thought you'd all like to know.))

Michael sighed and threw the letter on the table as he fell back against the bench. So, it was going to be another one of those jobs. Reluctantly, he got up and gathered his papers. Tossing a few coins onto the table, he went up to the bartender. Hopefully, this partner of his wasn't a complete dolt. Michael couldn't handle partners that couldn't handle killing, or in any way were stupid.

"Uh," he said, rubbing a hand on the back of his neck. "Can I get Room Key Number 5, please?" The man's face was emotionless as he asked for his name. "Michael Isi," he responded, unsure of what his name had to do with anything.

"Just head right on up," the man told him. Michael frowned. How could he get into a room without a key? His partner must already be there. Michael thanked the man and left. he ascended a flight of stairs, and found the room with a big number 5 carved into it and painted gold. He walked up to the door and gently knocked. He waited, listening intently for any sign of movement within the room. He ran a hand over his t-shirt, smoothing out the wrinkles. There was nothing he could do about the grease stains. His hair, tied up in a pony, hung over his shoulder.

Jay perked up at the sound of some one knocking at the door.
"Who is it?" She called, wanting to make sure it was Michael at the door and not someone else. Jay was sitting on the bed her eyes still on the letter, scanning over it just a few times more. Just in case Ki-rel had left a another tid-bit on information. But there was nothing.

Michael took a breath. It was a female voice. His partner couldn't be female. The letter said nothing about his partner being female. He frowned. He hated working with females. They never did anything. Most of them were to busy worrying about their looks. Michael sniffed deeply. There didn't appear to be an over abundance of perfume coming from the room. "Name's Michael Isi," he growled. "And I was supposed to have this room tonight." He waited.

Jay laughed.
"Well Michael, it seems Ki-rel doesn't tell you everything. Come in." She said shaking her head with amusement. The man thought less of her because she was a woman. Many people did. Until they found out where she stood in the Under city. Then they would just stumble on until she snapped them back to reality. But he would have to get over it. Yeah, she worried about her looks like all women did. But she was no prep. And why didn't Ki-rel tell this Michael that she was a girl? Did Ki-rel think he wouldn't do it otherwise? Jay put her thoughts to rest, she would fine out soon enough.

Michael shook his head in disdain. "Ki-rel only said I would have a partner," he called through the door. Michael then fell silent. He didn't really like to talk. Especially not when he couldn't see the person. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, preparing himself mentally. He needed to hold off his anger if he was going to have to work with her. And she better be good enough, or else he would have to find a new partner. But then, Ki-rel always knew best in who he chose for his missions. Let's just hope he still knew best.

Folding up his sheet of paper, Keith shoved it into his pocket, deciding to pay the tab for his drinks. He needed to finish this and possibly sell that thing for some quick cash. He always did this when he was short on money: fish out an invention, get the parts, make the machine, and sell it for good money. There was always a demand for "improved" guns after all.

Jay stood and walked over to the door and opened it, looking up to the man standing there.
"You forgot to come in." She said smiling at him.
"And as for Ki-rel only telling you that you were have a partner on this mission and not who or what gender I was, I admit, was a little mean of him." Jay said, moving away from the door and back to the bed.
"And if you think I can't do anything, you are very mistaken." She said, her back still to him.

Riley glanced over at the girl who had beaten the men in the drinking contest, she smiled at her, and then turned back to her hand, which she was currently doodling on with a pen, Riley often did so when she was bored. Now she had inked on her skin a link bracelet, that almost looked like a tattoo, a butterfly on her upper left arm, and barbed wire on all of her fingers, she couldn't think of much else to draw, so she slipped the sharpie marker back into her purse, and sat still, staring at the wall, not sure what to do.

Michale laughed. "I guess you're right, I did forget." He stepped into the room and dawned a more serious expression. "But you'll have to prove to me that you can do things before I make my judgment." He didn't want to get his hopes up that this girl was different. She certainly seemed different; no over abundance of cosmetics and perfume, no annoying bubbly laugh. She was pleasant and pretty, but different. Michael just didn't want to get his hopes up in thinking she'd be able to do what was required. If she couldn't, he would be back to square one. But the confidence with which she made she he knew she could do things made him think that she wasn't mistaken. Michael decided to give her a chance. He would try not to be cruel to her until she proved that she really couldn't do anything.

Finally Riley got up and got a room. It was room number four, as she walked to her room, she passed the guy and girl that had been sitting near her earlier, they knew eachother? Sure hadn't acted like it. Riley smiled at them as she passed, and continued to the next room, she started fumbling with the key.

Out of the corner of her eye, Jay had seen a young girl, smelling no older than fifteen or sixteen walk to room four. Jay kept her ears open, just in case this girl was a spy of Morgel's. Jay couldn't be to safe about him anymore. Not after this. Jay then returned her thoughts and attention to Michael.
"Alright. What is it you ask of me to prove my worth?" Jay responded, turning 'round on her heel to face Michael once more. She now stood in the middle of the room, her glasses just on the tip of her nose, so that Michael could see her eyes.
"Ask anything. Most anything..." She added the last part as an afterthought. She didn't want Michael thinking she would do anything that he told her to.

Michael folded his arms. He wasn't quite sure how to state it. "Just..." he searched for the right words. "Make sure you know what you are doing. It bothers me when I have to be partners witha do-nothing girl." Or do nothing boy, for that matter, he thought. He liked that she had added "almost anything" because girl's that did, er, anything really bothered him. Seriously, the sit around doing nothing, and they get away with it just because of the other things they do. It was disgusting and unfair.

Michael, too, had seen, smelled, and heard the girl walk into room four. He paid no note of it, dismissing it as just another girl. He didn't need to deal with any more girls.

"Deal." Jay said smiling, her teath showing quite clearly.
"Now, down to business. What do you know about our prey, Morgel of the Were-Clan Crosshale?" She asked sitting back down on the bed and pushing her glasses back into place. Jay herself, knew most about him. He was half werewolf, had a little 'pack' of his own, she knew where his new favorite hid-outs where, everything. All Jay had needed was a good excuse to be rid of him. And Ki-rel had just given her one. And a nice looking man with it.

Michael pulled out a chair and sat facing Jay. Obviously, he had to know something about Morgel, as he was part werewolf. And Michael himself was fullblood werewolf. He took a breath. "Well, I know for a fact that he's been planning on screwing over the Arch Devil." He paused and said quieter, "He tried recruiting me. Knowing full well that I do business with the Arch Devil, and am pretty close to him. Morgel was always a worm." He shook his head sadly.

Looking around, Michael got up and went to the sink. He used one of the cups provided and filled it, taking a deep swig. He went back and sat down again. He tapped his foot. Michael was getting antsy. He didn't like being in confined spaces for so long, unless it were under a car. And he especially didn't like being with a woman for so long in a room where people would most likely think they were...Michael shied away from the thought. "Uh, what do you know about Morgel, and what do we need to know about him?"