J U S T I F I E D

Lt. James Boyd. 36 years old. Detective at APD.

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☾ ~ ( CHRIS HEMSWORTH, 36, HETEROFLEXIBLE ) oh look! that’s [ JAMES BOYD ] that just passed by. i heard that [ HE ] is a [ HUMAN ]. i’ve heard they’ve lived in ashden for [ SIXTEEN MONTHS ] and apparently they’re a [ DETECTIVE ]. depending on the day they can be [ STUBBORN ] and [ RESOURCEFUL ]. hopefully no one finds out that they [ WERE FORCED TO RESIGN FROM THE NYPD FOR PLANTING EVIDENCE ] because if they did it could stir up some drama.

Hi! I’m Denver, this is my dipshit James. I tried to keep this short, but I’ll probably be adding things to it later on, so apologies if it gets long.

b a s i c s

NAME: James Boyd BIRTHDATE: April 4,1982 BIRTHPLACE: Phoenix, AZ HEIGHT: 6′3″ (192.3cm) BODYTYPE: Athletic MARITAL STATUS: Divorced FAMILY: 2 kids, 2 brothers, and 1 sister

h e a d c a n o n s

He is unaware of the supernatural. Thinks every strange witness report either involves mental illness, drugs, or shock.

Joined the Army at 17, medically discharged at 25.

Is an amputee. Lost his right lower leg in Afghanistan at 25.

Has degrees in criminal law and criminology from ASU.

Met his ex-wife at ASU, married after graduation. She was offered a job in NYC.

Applied for the NYPD upon moving.

Relationship deteriorated, divorced before he was forced to resign. Ex-wife moved to Ashden for a job, so he followed and applied at the town’s PD. 

Lives in a two bedroom apartment.

c o n n e c t i o n s

Drinking buddies.

People he’s arrested.

Neighbors

Ex-wife - (37+ in age, please. She likely has a Master’s degree or higher so she would be older than him.) Playful, outgoing, independent, intelligent, and witty. Rarely backs down from a fight. Possessive. Verse or dominant in the bedroom. Suggested FCs: Alexandra Breckenridge, Aubrey Plaza, Felicity Jones, Dichen Lachman, Emily Blunt, Eva Green, Evan Rachel Wood, Elodie Yung, Nicole Beharie, Angelina Jolie, Charlize Theron, Nicki Minaj, Jennifer Connelly.

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"I admit that my knowledge of the ancient civilizations are not very good. I left in the middle of my World History class you see…" He nodded back to her. His tone and nod seemed to be asking for some understanding.

"Cantonese? I already know I’m gonna learn a lot by being your friend. Is that possible? A kid being friends with an adult? Well I guess I should be considered an adult…" He shook his head, trying to refocus on her words. "I’m not even going to attempt to pronounce that, but it sounds delectable." His nose picked up on foreign smells. They seemed to belong in foods rather than the slender cigarette that burned crimson at the end of the holder. He couldn’t quite put his finger on what was making the spiraling wisps smell that way… He had certainly smoked almost all there was to smoke in the world, but the smell was most definitely foreign.

He could almost hear the gears in his head shift as he forced his mind to focus on the pork buns. “Mornings aren’t my peak hours, but I just might have to force myself to wake up for it.”

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"I do, but you needn't explain yourself--" Alice grinned, giving the young man a slight shrug. "--we're both human, after all, we can't know everything." It was odd, to the witch, that anyone would ever take the time to explain why they'd such knowledge. Such an act seemed like an apology, and Alice felt no one ought to ever apologize for not knowing-- especially over such a trivial matter. Sage orbs turned to observe the plaza around them, mind drawing up grand tales of the lives of those lingering about.

"An adult? Me?" Her eyes widened at the comment, for while Alice was indeed a grown woman, she often found herself feeling very much like a lost, wandering child. A mock offended expression took hold of her features, her hand raising to rest just below her collarbone. "Now, see here, I may be in my early thirties, but I assure you-- I have the mind of a fourteen year old boy, so I believe we'll get along just fine." She paused, cocking her head to one side, lips pursing and her brows wrinkling as a thought skittered about in her mind. The only thing she knew about the kid was that he seemed quite fond of pizza, and not so fond of his history class, but not a thing about his romantic preferences. "----Well, as long as you don't try to swipe any of my dates, that is." Alice jokingly warned her companion, eyes crinkling as she leaned back against the concrete wall of a large planter.

"You're not?" How anyone could dislike the early mornings was beyond Alice's comprehension. Morning were perhaps her most favorite time of day. Nothing could rival the clean, refreshing feeling she experienced every morning; nor the way the golden beams sunlight seemed to light everything it touched with an ethereal, glittering magic. "Mornings are the most magical part of the day." Alice murmured, gaze dropping as she another drag of her cigarette. There were scuff marks on the tips of her boots, causing the brunette to frown. She reached down, releasing the smoke trapped in the confines of her lungs as she rubbed away the streaks. "You could always try calling the day before to see--" She stood, a smile in place as she spoke. "--if they'll save some for you to pick up at a more reasonable hour, perhaps?" 

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Fortune Favors The Witch || Alice & Matteo

While Alice did come from a very well off family, never in all her years had she ever had the chance to attend a charity gala. Why, the only reason she even came today was because the woman throwing it was a customer of hers, Agatha Stewart, a kind middle aged woman who, after her divorce from her husband of twenty something years, had taken a keen interest in the metaphysical. She called far too often for Alice's sage advice, and stopped by the shop nearly four times a week for readings and guidance. The witch was fairly certain that she was on the dear woman's speed dial.

After being dragged from one muddle of stuffy snobs to another, Alice finally managed to break away from the woman, plucking a glass of wine off a waiter's plate and she sped across the decadent banquet hall, and to one of the many sets of French doors the lined the hall. She really hadn't any idea where she was venturing off to; all that she cared was that she was away from the awfully fake people inside. The people who looked down at her in disdain, making jokes and awfully cheap comments about her beliefs and her shop.

The raven haired beauty opened one of the doors, giving one last glance back at the hall of inconsiderate assholes to ensure she wasn't followed, and slipped out door to a place she hoped was far quieter. A cool breeze skirted along the bare skin of her shoulders, she wrapped her arms around herself, cursing for having work a sapphire toned, silk halter dress. Midnight green eyes finally tore away from the doors, across the balcony she snuck off to, and to the twinkling sight of the city below. It was a beautiful sight, one she would have continue to enjoy had she not caught sight of a shadow moving from the corner of her eyes.

"Goodness!" She jumped back, turning to face whatever it was that lurked there, her wine spilling slightly over her hand. "Shit!" The brunette shook her hand away, as far as she could at the very least, from her dress. The dark liquid dripped down the length of her fingers to splatter against the balcony floor. Setting the glass down on edge of the balcony wall, she shot the mysterious stranger a sheepish smile. "Sorry, you gave me a fight. I wasn't expecting anyone else to be here!"

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[freelance-thief-blog]

"It’s like one of those things… You know that one country or guy didn’t make it, but you just go with it anyway." He shrugged. "I didn’t know that last bit about tomatoes though. Are you just like a vegetable expert?" He looked at the stranger as if she was speaking in a different tongue. "Steamed pork buns? That sounds Asian. Tell me if I’m wrong."

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"Ah, one of those cases, alright then. I'll go with it." She gave the boy a solemn nod, the corners of her lips tucking in in amusement. "Not a vegetable expert perse, I do enjoy gardening though, but I learned that bit about tomatoes from an Aztec priest a few years back. Really stuck with me."

The small amused smile playing at her lips expanded to a full blown grin. "Yes, you're right. It's Cantonese. They're better known as Cha siu bao." Taking a slow drag of her cigarette, Alice shut her eyes, relishing the prickling burning sensation within her chest. How she loved cloves, they made the best cigarettes, in her opinion. She had never been one for tobacco, and despite them being worse for her health, Alice couldn't get enough of the numbing effect the cloves had on her. Turning her face, she blew out a stream of smoke, making sure to aim away from the young brunette. The spicy sweet aroma of the herb saturated the air around them, eliciting a content hum from the witch.   "They're little buns filled with barbecued pork." She said, tapping her cigarette, watching the ash flicker off the end of the black stick and down to tray beneath her hand. One of these days she'll quit, maybe when Mother Earth decides she's had enough inhaling her gifts. She turned her gaze back to the boy. "You should try some one of these days. Most Chinese restaurants offer it on Sundays-- so as long as you get there before noon, that is." 

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A Reading For Mew || Alice & Margot & Garry (The Cat)

Mondays. Absolutely lovely days, they were. Well, at least to Alice. She could never quite figure out why everyone bemoaned the day, because to her, no matter how daunting the day's tasks were, there was something in it that gave life an extra little kick. Why, if it weren't for Tuesdays, Mondays would have been her very favorite day of the week! This Monday held something special in store-- oh yes-- she could feel it tingling in her bones as she arose that morning. Perhaps it was the nearing of the autumn equinox, or the upcoming harvest moon. Whatever it was, it had Alice bouncing off to work in giddy excitement for the challenges that lay ahead.

Her apprentice on the other hand was not quite as ecstatic about the day as she was. If it weren't for her voicing her disdain for it, Alice would have never known. With bleached brows, a typically stoic expression, and a dozen pounds of makeup, it was often a bit difficult to decipher what the younger woman was feeling. But what she lacked in facial expression, she more than made up for in artistic expression. Katee, like her make-up, was often overdone, dressed in bizarre garbs, iced in gaudy jewelry, and topped off with one of a kind, homemade hats. 

Today she was dressed no differently, sporting a crop top of a deranged looking chihuahua, highwaisted rainbow shorts, heels that could murder a person, and a white saucer shaped hat, balance at an angle on her mane of hair. Alice felt severely underdressed, dressed in beige prairie dress she found off the rack at Goodwill years ago.

"Yo, Al, we're almost out of that flowery white middle class mom soap!" Katee called, from the ladder she was perched upon. It had taken several weeks to get used to the teen's piercing nasally voice; it hardly ever bothered Alice anymore. Hardly. She still occasionally cringed.

"The lavender and green tea soap? We'll just have to make some more." She hummed, navigating her way around the tall aisles to her apprentice. She handed the blonde a pair of amber bottles, grinning widely at the other woman. "Are you free on Saturday? We could do it then, make the soaps, and start prepping for the upcoming flu season. Maybe make some potions, and salves."

Katee peered down, one bleached brow quirking up at the suggestion. "You gonna give me a raise?" She drawled, plucking the bottles from Alice's grasp.

"Give you a raise? I thought you wanted to learn!" The brunette swatted at younger woman’s leg, giving her a pointed look. What was the point of being an apprentice if you weren't there to learn the trade?

"Uh, not if it's gonna cut into my social life." Katee sighed, shelving the bottles with the roll of ever eyes."FeFe would have my head if I missed her--" The door chime jingled; signally someone had entered their little store. "Awwwww."

Awww? What on Earth had her awing?

"I want it, it's so fat!" Alice turned bewildered at blonde. Did she just call someone fat? Oh, sweet goddesses help her. "Can I have it? I wanna sauté it with some diced onions. Ugh!" Katee climbed off the ladder, turning excitedly to face a very confused Alice. "The lady who just came in has a fat ass cat!"

Oh. Ooooh. 

Alice craned her neck around the aisle, waving at the stranger. "Hello, don't mind my assistant. She just gets excited around cute animals."

 "Fat animals. I get excited around fat animals. Like hell, I'm gonna care about some twiggy ass feline."

"Katee..." Alice warned, tugging at the blonde's arm to prevent her from zeroing in on the poor creature. She turned back to the new comer, smiling sweetly. "If you need anything, just let us know. We'd be happy to help you."

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So you’re telling me that pizza isn’t the best thing the Italians invented? I think you’re delusional, and you need to get your life straight. Okay, no, wait… I’ll give you one more chance. What do you like then? Don’t give me the bullshit “I love chocolate cake.” Everybody loves chocolate cake, okay? Also, I don’t think you’ve had good pizza.

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"I don't think pizza was invented by the Italians. At least not the type we're used to eating, considering the tomato hadn't been introduced to Europe until the 16th century. Personally, I adore steamed pork buns. I could eat those for every meal, every day for the rest of my life and never grow tired of them. Absolutely delicious!" 

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"I fuckin’ hate going to the fuckin’ optometrist."

"Stupid fuckin’ bitch put these shitty drops in my eyes and now I can’t fuckin’ see straight. The world is freakin’ spinning right now. 我討厭的世界.”

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"Well, that isn't a very nice thing to say."

"You do know you could always just refuse those drops, right? No one is forcing you to take them nor are they forcing you to see an optometrist in the first place."

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Hi! I'm Ember, I'm 25 and I like cute things, pretty dresses, painting, coding, and gardening. I have a litany of health issues but I really do try to reply as quickly as I possibly can (though sometimes, I can't help it and it may take me up to a week or two to reply because of this). 

My little dumplings here are Alice Croft (an eclectic solitary witch who owns and runs a metaphysical shop in Old Town) and Robert Falk (An snobby NSA Investigator who had a really messed up childhood ((This variation of Rob isn't a serial killer per se, but he does use his job as a means to get rid of people who harm kids. Sometimes that may involve killing them)) and is trying his best to be a half decent dad).

I am open to plot on both of them, so if you've got any plot ideas knocking around in your noggin let me know! If you don't, no worries, here are some plot bunnies of my own:

Alice Croft:

Connections:

Friends

Ex-Girlfriends

Enemies

Regular clientele 

Someone who keeps trying to shut down The Spells Belle

Other pagans

Lost & Found

Option 1: Character A is putting up lost pet flyers on street lamps when Character B approaches, revealing the fact that they had seen the cat not far off from there just moments ago. The two go in search of the cat. Option 2: Character B finds the missing cat and dials up the phone number listed on their collar tag. Character A answers and the two arrange to meet to exchange the cat for a reward (like coffee or sth).

The Odd & Unfortunate Prophecies of Alice Croft, Witch.

In which your character comes in for a tarot card reading.

Option 1: If you've been wanting to gently push your character into a certain direction, having them reflect on the potential meanings of each card and having them find some sort of relevance to their life, would be a great way for your character to consider their choices and the paths they have before them. Option 2: Ooor it could also be a really great way to scare the shit out of them. Some big event coming up soon that your character is really looking forward to? Imply that it's going to be a hell of a bumpy road with loads of complications. Option 3: Shits & Giggles. Message me and we could try to figure out something absurd.

Equal Rites

Option 1: If your character is really closed minded and intolerant of pagan religions, our characters could get into a spat over her store. Option 2: A literal protest.

A Coven For Who?

Option 1: If your character is pagan or is interested in pagan religions, they could always stop by The Spells Belle and ask Alice a few questions.

Ghost Whisperer

Option 1: Your character thinks their apartment/home might be haunted, and asks for Alice's assistance in banishing the spirit. Option 2: Your character is assisting Alice in renovating her new house when they both begin to notice a few peculiar things occurring. Your character could insist it's just drafts and old wood or even a hobo OR they could help Alice attempt to contact the ghost with the handy help of an Ouija board.

Robert Falk:

Connections:

Other parents with kids around the age of 5. Their kids could go to school together, or met at church (Robert and Madison are Catholic).

Enemies (His ex comes from a very political family, so getting on their good side would mean you'd have to get on Robert's badside.)

Co-workers

Friends

Romantic Interest (He's really picky. No gingers, and no one younger than him.)

Law Enforcement (He's NSA, they typically have to hand over cases to the FBI and local law enforcement to find legal ways of obtaining the evidence and locking up the bad guys.)

Psychiatrists (Robert suffers from PTSD and is a victim of child and domestic abuse.)

Support Group Members (Art therapy, sexual abuse survivor groups, domestic abuse groups, child abuse groups, etc.) 

Hello, Neighbor!

Madison and Robert take notice of a new individual (or family) in the neighborhood. The two decide to take the opportunity to properly welcome your character to Old Town and introduce themselves with a plateful of cookies.

Parent Teacher Conference

Madison has been acting up in school lately, resulting in the teacher requesting to meet Robert to discuss her behavior. Your character could be the teacher, principal or another parent.

Lets Just Pretend I'm The New Cleaning Lady

Your character has managed to get themselves on the NSA watch list (reasons can be anything from suspicious google searches to being involved in activism), Robert’s given the job to plant devices to better help them with the investigation into your character. He breaks into your character’s apartment, but your character decides to break routine and head back early and catches Robert red handed.

I am Jack's Wasted Life

Robert is a survivor of child and domestic abuse and often goes to support groups to help him cope with his trauma. Perhaps he meets your character there?

Missed Connections For A-Holes

Based off of this New Yorker post. Your character or Robert has done something that the other finds upsetting or offensive. Instead of confronting each other in person, they part ways. After dwelling on the occurrence, one our characters posts a passive aggressive note about it and how they wished it should have gone in the missed connections section on Craigslist. Maybe one of our characters could spot the other's post and start correspondence and eventually meet up?

Okay, I think that's it! Let me know if anything interests any of you!

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Eva Green - Session #001 (2014)