Bad Habits

[Kuno]

Bad Habits

Fever - Peggy Lee

It's 1958, and America has become the paradise of suburbia. Forget city living – after two wars nearly back to back, Americans have had enough of hustle and bustle and, well, just plain rudeness. Beatniks? They can hit the road. There's no room for booze and drugs in Mabel's neighborhood. It's back to nuclear family values within the standard household. It's the 1950s, after all, and the country believes it's achieved the highest moral high ground.

Except the country thought the same thing during the Prohibition. Ring a bell?

There are no speakeasies or backyard juke joints to hide the nation's sins this time around, but it doesn't mean the moral fallacies of man have faded away. People have just gotten smarter about hiding their little indiscretions. Behind those plastic, domestic housewife smiles hides a woman with just enough wrongdoing on her hands to put her right down there with the rest of us sinners. And you know what they say – what comes around, goes around.

This story is about the war on sinners…and getting even.

The two aren't mutually exclusive, by the way–war and revenge. One's just as ugly as the other, but war has the makeup of patriotism and morality to paint over its sins. It's how the Americans continue to gloss over the Cold War like it isn't the dirty deed that it is. But revenge? It's a nasty business. It doesn't always get meted out properly, but Karma has a way of getting around to all things eventually.

Karma–have you met her? Not the nicest broad, but her legs more than make up for it. It's the silver lining in the cloud for the poor suckers that have to rendezvous with her agency. She's all about making sure Tom, Dick, and Stanley get their just desserts, and she sure isn't picky about how it gets done. Some people say she's been running her agency since long before the war; her agents seem to keep coming from thin air. Some are ex-government agents, but most are like you – the suckers with a moral rap sheet so long that they were offered a deal: work for Karma and get the red out your ledger. It's either that, or fall back into the same mess that got you tied up with Karma in the first place. Because let's face it…

You've got some bad habits.

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Hi everyone! I'm Kuno the menace, back with another rp. Bad Habits is a spy thriller with some – dare I say it – supernatural undertones. You'll be playing as a poor agent of Karma, an agency specifically designed to punish folks who need a good, strong dose of comeuppance. Unfortunately your character is working in order to correct a wrong of their own, so no turning your nose up at assignments! You're working for Karma until your sentence is done.

Don't be fooled by the melodramatic tone! There'll be plenty of fun and humor in this pre-Bondesque adventure, albeit dark at times. Players can expect:

• Action & Heists
• Swingin' Music
• Too many references to I Love Lucy
• Old-fashioned humor

I'll open up the discord once I've got enough interest here in the thread. Have any questions? Tag me down below!

 

[Kuno]

The Agency

Oh dear! Karma wants YOU for her agency!

Karma's agency requires discreteness, charm, wit, and above all else, your compliance! Don't dwell on your sins too much – that's what brought you into the agency in the first place.

As Karma's agent, you are an instrument of retribution, a faceless entity with no past, present, or future. Agent names and powers will be assigned to you during orientation.

Fill out the following information for your agent file:

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Appearance: (ONLY if you have no picture. Those with pictures can simply list their height, weight, and build)

History: (give me a brief taste of your character's life before they were plucked into the agency and their personality. Shouldn't be longer than three paragraphs.)

Sin: (that's right–you did something to catch Karma's eye. Out with it! No one's innocent.)

Stupid Cupid - Connie Francis

 

[Karo]

Name
Roselyn "Ros" Irene Brown

Age
27

Gender
Female

Appearance
5'6, 130 lbs, slender build

History
Ros had a simple, uneventful upbringing. It wasn't until her marriage to her husband that her problems began. An abusive man and resentful of her numerous miscarriages, he made her life a living hell. She soon found herself turning to the bottle for solace. Unable to take it any longer, she took the money she'd been stashing for months and ran.

Her experience has left her jaded against life and the world, with a special distrust toward men. No longer having to play the role of the demure housewife, Ros is brash and animated, living by the motto "like it or leave it." Get her drunk enough though, and a more vulnerable side of her will begin to show; one that mourns the life she dreamt of ever since she was a little girl.

Sin
Theft– what started as a way to fund her alcohol habit quickly morphed into kleptomania. Ros has no qualms about who she steals from, even stealing from her own mother.​

 

[Nemopedia]

Wanted by Karma

Philibert Merckx

NAME: Philibert Merckx
AGE: 36
GENDER: Male
APPEARANCE: 6'0 feet, 144lbs, ectomorph - rectangle

HISTORY: Mother always wore bold prints, Philibert loved them. Father always wore one toned suits, it bored him. But making a suit of the bold prints his mother used wasn't approved and on Sunday Philibert was definitely not allowed to wear anything red, even if he felt like red, even if it was more pink. The world would judge him, they said and Philibert said: "And so? I will judge back."

Eventually Philibert did. Starting at a milliners shop, then at a tailors shop. A woman's job, they said. Then off to university where the world was broader and the eyes less judgemental. Starting in Chemistry, then switching to History and eventually at Art History. Criticism he had plenty of, to receive and to give, harsher and harsher, never allowing anyone to get to him.

"A woman," they call him, giving him a hard time during a time the Lavender Scare was at an all-time high, in a world where Alan Turing had already fallen. How easy it was to prick a prick with the sharp end of the needle. One delighted 'ouch' and they would never walk through his door again. It is what they deserved for judging him when he holds a needle to their throat. Them with their bland tastes trying to fit into the masses. It were always the ones with the worst pick of clothes.

SIN: Needlestick injury, pin prick attack, needle spiking. Purposefully pricking his victims, sometimes coated with a layer of drugs, or contaminated to ruin them without their knowledge.

 

[rissa]

Name: Loretta Frank
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Appearance: 5'5" | 127 lbs | Voluptuous | Green eyes

History: As a child Loretta watched her mother do nothing as her war-ravaged father beat the both of them silly. She was seven when she decided the woman was broken, weak, and though she hated her, decided to take the brunt of their shared torture— because she could take it. And so she did, even after her mother was beaten to death the night she allowed her to go to prom or when her father eventually drank himself to a grisly and vile end. She left while he cried for help, with a handbag full of make up, toiletries, and stolen cash.

She became a dancer when the cash ran low— at a burlesque gentleman's club where she found a love and a natural talent for performing. When the excitement and the funds dried up due to the war, she took her skills overseas, too boost weary soldiers morale's. Unexpectedly, Lore found love with one of the hosts and for the next few months lived life on a positive whirlwind, touring and dancing and singing. When she found her fiancé in bed with her fellow dancer and close friend she beat the both of them black and blue. She took every dollar Michael James had in his house and ripped the blue lapis earrings from Cordelia's ears before storming off into the night.

Perhaps it was guilt that stopped them from reporting her. Perhaps it was fear at the fury she had unleashed upon them. Regardless, she got away with the theft and the assault, and it emboldened her. The shows continued as did the false love between every man that took interest in her. Lore had a type though; the ones that treated her a little too roughly, objectified her beauty, treated her as a thing. Everything about her is a tool, a weapon, and she uses her beauty like a trap, waiting, manipulating.

She'll do anything for cash. She'll do anything to see a man powerless beneath her.

Sin: Seduction. Manipulation. Theft. Some subtle poisoning. Loretta loves nothing more than holding power over a lovestruck man— especially when they're pockets are lined with money.

 

[Vinn]

Dallas 'Dally' O'Neill

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Appearance: Age twenty-four, Dallas has the uncanny awareness of body language and however much space he takes. It allows him to blend in and stand out of a crowd in an instant. He stands at 5'10", but can seem like the tallest man in the room. Strong muscles under neat attire, much to the envy of his male peers. He has an easy smile -- one that convinces you to ease up.

History: At the age of twelve, Lil'Dal gave his mother a good scare by keeping reptiles in the shed to fund his girlfriend's sodapop addiction. Breeding the most profitable snakes on the exotic animal market, it was his first and last harsh scolding. Though without doubt, his father would have recognized his keen eye for business. Young Dallas promised he would be better than getting caught.

Dallas has a knack for two things: earning trust and winding up in adverse situations. His schoolteacher had given him the nickname 'Lucky,' for all the times his classmates had praised his luck. Fortune likes to swing in his favour, only after testing his wits. From getting with the most popular girl after being dumped, to embezzling the company that fired him -- he always managed to get a kick out of a sticky situation. Learning the art from writing radio and television advertisements, Dallas has been able to huckster the most rigid venture capitalists. A cheat, but a likeable man -- a social chameleon and hustler. He's good at praising others and at giving them a good time.

Sin: Identity theft, fraud, embezzlement - the strangest thing is, he convinced them to let him get away with it. Lucky for him, Karma's a bitch.

 

[Doctor Jax]

Sasha Abdulyedev
29, Male, Azerbaijani​

Sasha began life a tragedy. It was not an uncommon fate in those days in his home country that a mother did not survive the birth of her child, and so this tragedy was something of a common one — but he would joke darkly he started life betraying the first woman to have loved him, and this theme would only continue. A strict upbringing would see him desperate for his father's approval, which only ever seemed to shimmer in his eyes hearing Sasha play Rachmaninoff, Tchaikovsky, Chopin.

A concert pianist, young, handsome, he quickly became popular, especially amongst the powerful female elite of Azerbaijan. They were not the only ones with an eye on him. One day, a KGB agent "invited" him to dinner. Are you loyal to the Party, son? Of course he was. Good — you can help us. His first mark was a powerful and old woman, Serafina Ismailovna, and he only needed to say who she was with, where she had gone, what her day planner said. Chat her up, humor her, they told him. Finding she had brunched with Islamists, seeking to destabilize the Party in his country for her own ends, he reported her.

He felt pride. He had served, and served well, the Party. He was moved to Saint Petersburg, and then to Moscow, then wherever they wanted him. As time passed, the pianist was given more "work", pushed to enmesh with the lives of the women upon whom he spied. First, at the lunch table. Then, at the dinner table. Then, at their nightstand.

And one by one, over and over like a leitmotif, they disappeared. Brilliant women. Interesting women. Intelligent, vivacious, thoughtful women. He never knew what happened to them afterwards. At some point his faith had to have been shaken, that in more than once case, he did not know what he had said to his handler to have her taken away only God knew where.

It was only when his handler gave him anti-Communist propaganda to plant on a young scientist that he knew he needed to get out.

Sin: Spying, identifying possible 'traitors' to the Communist Party of the USSR, adultery

 

[Lyrikai]

Name: Grady Callahan
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Appearance: 5'10'' , roughly 145lbs, lean build

History: Grady has always had three big interests in his life: motorcycles, women, and cards. Sometimes he thought there was just nothing better in the world than cruising down the street on his Triumph 6T Thunderbird, watching the people stare. A hot new commodity it was, sleak and sexy. Oh how he loved getting his hands dirty sprucing it up, shining it up so it was always sparkly as a brand new penny. He probably spent more time with that machine in the few short years he's had it than anything else in his life before. Women and drink were a fun distraction and he had always been pretty good at card games, always looking for that next fix, but there was nothing like riding out into the sunset upon his steel beast.

The second and third went hand in hand. A traveling man by nature, bit of a nomad on occasion, it was a luscious desert oasis in Nevada where he eventually found roost and a plethora of pretty faces and tables where he could slap down some cards and win some cash, and, hey, the music wasn't all that bad either. The showgirls were pretty and the chips rolled in readily. At first.

Luck couldn't last forever, after all. A few wrong deals here, bad plays there, and he was losing faster than he could hang on to. He lived the high life for a while, seeing what it was like to be on top of the world, his own little world at least, maybe almost even fitting in with the high class. Almost. Then it was all gone with one stupid mistake.

Sin: Murder, with a pretty serious gambling addiction. Crossing paths with a liar and a cheat and thief that tried to butt in on Grady's fun time was all that was needed to lead up to a confrontation that ended with two bullets fired from a pistol and a secret being buried out in the desert and ended with Grady on the run far from that lush oasis lest someone there learn what he did.​

 

[Luther]

Name: Leon 'Leo' Byce
Age: 39
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Stocky and built in the arms and shoulders, a bit heavier in the middle. 5'11, 210 lbs on a good day.

History:
When going out to a fancy restaurant or to hear live music, the rule of thumb is to always outdress the guy next to you. Bring out your nice suits and ties, maybe even your fedora if you wanna go the extra mile to bring home a lady... Or maybe even a fella if you're lucky to find someone on the same swing. Leo loved to play this game, because that's exactly how the facade set it up. A game. Who can he bring out away from the crowd. Away from the safety of eyes and company, away from someone who could step in and save the day. Bonus points if he managed to coax a couple out at the same time. It wasn't anything he couldn't handle.

Leo often considered himself a street reaper. Sometimes during the game, tragedy struck and there would be a body to hide. But usually, it didn't get that far along. Usually. After all, the human body could survive trauma and torture unlike any other species on earth, and it was remarkable how thin he could spread each victim like butter on toast until a breaking point was evident. That's when the game would stop. Catch and release, and the game is over. Most were two shaken or disfigured to do much about a witness statement, and a nice pair of gloves and change of clothes helped to hide any visceral evidence that may have dripped over the floor...or walls.

All the while, the pleading and begging slowly turning into garbled moans if agony would always jumpstart his pulse into something that felt almost superhuman. The gore was just an added measure. It brought a smile to his face during the day, at least. Then night would roll in, and a new game would start. "Cheer up, kid. At least you've got a good looking face".

Sin: A serial kidnapper with a blood thirst unmatched. Does that game haunt him? Oh yes, a nice night out isn't without the cold sweats and nightmares. But, in an almost vampire-like fashion, that craving and desire to strike again and again always wins over.

 

[Kuno]

Beautiful sheets so far! If you've gotten a reaction from me, that means you're in :^) if you're down to clown on discord, feel free to join at the link here. For my Iwaku-only peeps, no worries! I'll be turning this thread into an OOC after the IC is posted. Thank you!

 

[monkeydoll5]

MARCIA• THE LADYKILLER

Name:
Marcia Evangeline Massimo
Age:
Twenty Five
Gender:
Female
Appearance:
5'4", 110 lbs, slim build

History:
Marcia was born into the high life, her father a rich CEO and her grandfather on her mother's side a senator, she'd practically had the silver spoon in her mouth since she was conceived. Her father, unfortunately, was forced to raise her alone after a tragic incident took her mother's life, and his business would have taken a hit if not for a dirty deal he had made with the Ravena family years ago. Marry his daughter to their new heir, and they would happily invest in whatever new project he wanted to pursue. Before she graduated high school, Marcia was introduced to her future husband, and once she graduated, they were engaged and married just shy of a year later. But her husband was not kind. Every day, he would leave for work, and come home with the scent of whiskey on his breath and lipstick on his collar that certainly wasn't hers. Eventually, she decided that, as long as the house was clean and the sheets undirtied, she could get back at him. And so, she got a gentleman to start her own affairs with, a married, rich man. But eventually, the truth spilled, and while her affair partner was away, a fight broke out in the Massimo-Ravena household, a fight which ended in Marcia's husband's murder. Her father, of course, got her out of it, but it was one of the last selfless acts he ever gave her. He moved her away to a new town and all but demanded she kept her nose clean until he found a way to make sure this would never happen again.

Sin:
Murder. And a hint of... infidelity, beside.​

 

[iridescent]

LINDA CARTER

NICKNAME(S)
Lynn // Patricia(more of an alias)

ROLE
The Devil in the Blue Dress

GENDER
Female

PRONOUNS
She/her

AGE
Thirty-one

HEIGHT
5'7

WEIGHT
125 lbs

BUILD
Hourglass figure | Petite

BACKGROUND
Linda grew up poor, always wanting her life to become better than it really was. Her parents told her that she never be envious of other people but little did they know, their words were going in one ear and out the other. She became a petty criminal at an early age, stealing minuscule things from stores and houses she visited. Linda was working her way into becoming a notorious criminal because she wanted to go down in history for something.

That's exactly what she did. She became an armed robber by the age of twenty-one and loved the fact that she sometimes got away with it. Her parents didn't know who she was becoming before their eyes, so they kicked her out until she could clean up her act. This didn't do anything but add fuel to the fire that had already ignited inside of her.

Enraged, she eventually took it a step further and started murdering people but it really depended on your wealth status. Linda's built her resume up over the years and has been caught once but instantly released since they couldn't really prove it was her.

Little do they know that she's literally 'The Devil in the Blue Dress'.

SIN
Linda is an armed robber, whether it's grand theft auto or money involved. Sometimes, it's a little bit of both, depending on the person. She has committed a few murders of the people she robbed, as well.

Pic credit goes to AzaleaDolls.com

code by wren.

 

[LuckycoolHawk9]

Name: James Bradley
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Appearance: 6'0 feet tall, 140 Ibs, slim build,
History:

James Bradley was the son of one of the most well known and well respected bankers of the last three generations. His father owned a bank that actually invested smart and was considered too big to fail. James grew up as a spoiled rich kid, getting everything that he wanted handed to him by his daddy. He never knew real work and real consequences in his young adult life. He was promoted to manager. at the tender age of twenty... and then he decided to start gambling since he had some income. Let's just say that he lost all of his money and then started to funnel some of the bank's money until it got so out of control until the company was bankrupt. Not wanting to tarnish the Bradley name, his father made it so that seemed like the rest of the employees had done this and kept his son close, by getting him a job with a corporate friend- but also cutting him off from his future inheritance... or whatever was left of it.

For most people, that would have been a wake-up call to not do shady things. But not for James, he continued to gamble while working for the corporation, taking whatever he could to make himself get a raise... and he's been getting away with it for a while. Too bad, Karma has come to collect her dues.

Sin: Embezzling hundreds of thousands of dollars from the family bank, long string of illegal gambling, illegal tampering to frame his co-workers to advance in the company and earn back his father's good graces,





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[Kuno]

Hey party people's! All sheets have been accepted :o get ready for 50s shenanigans, coming soooooon

 

[monkeydoll5]

YAY!

 

[iridescent]

About time!

Yay! So excited