Even if you don’t know the characters, if one seems to be like right up my alley tell me lmfao.
Trilogy Era Samples:
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Nick
“Ah...hahahaha....” Phoenix rubbed the back of his neck as he turned towards the judge, “I was mostly kidding with that objection. Can I, uh.. Take it back?”
The penalty assigned to him said otherwise.
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Ow the Edge
“I am afraid that I’m already aware of the witness’s... personal vendetta against the defense,” Edgeworth bowed, trying to hide the smirk growing across his features, “In fact, I welcome it with open arms, Your Honor.”
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Gumshoe
“Sorry, pal, but I have no idea what you’re talking about,” the bushy browed detective replied, “I don’t live in the woods and I don’t have the cash to buy hoey, so I’m pretty sure I can’t be a bear.”
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Ema
“Sorry, no can do,” Ema spoke, smirking almost victoriously, “As much as you’d think otherwise, fingerprinting kits cost money. That’s a scientific fact.”
“Besides,” she continued, “I spend way too much money on Snackoos nowadays. A girl’s gotta have priorities.”
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The Butz
“Oh, Johnny Bravo? I loved that guy growing up!” Larry exclaimed, “I swore to lead my life just like his even if Nick kept saying that I was ‘embarrassing’ and that ‘the pompadour died out in the seventies where it belonged.’”
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Franziska von Karma
“Au contraire,” Franziska contradicted them, “I do often regret some of the things I do. In fact, I have to admit that I’m currently regretting ever deciding to talk to a foolish fool such as yourself.”
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Dahlia
“Red isn’t the natural color of my hair; it’s actually the blood shed by my enemies,” Dahlia spoke nonchalantly, “Have you tried it? It’s relatively cheap in stores if you know where to stick your nose... so to speak.”
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Luke Atmey
“ZVARRI!” the detective exclaimed, “Another wonderful idea has come to me!”
A long silence overcome the long nosed man before he said, “Just because I wonderfully and expectedly had a genius idea come to my mind, does not mean that I have to share it with the likes of you.”
AJ-Era Samples:
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Apollo
“Oh, great,” Apollo snarked, ultimately not seeming too phased, “My defendant is making the case that much worse. Shocking. It’s almost like I’m not living every other day of my miserable life, huh?”
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Athena
“That’s the power of psychology for you, buster!” Athena grinned at the breaking down witness, “Now, can you hurry your breakdown up? I told Apollo if I finished this case before three, he’d have to buy me some pork buns. And it’s 2:45, so....”
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Aura Blackquill (+ Clonco)
“You told them too much again, you hunk of junk,” Aura berated Clonco, smacking the robot across the back of the head, “Scientists don’t just give out their secrets like that. It’s a job, not a charity.”
“Ooooh,” Clonco groaned, “I’m sorry, mom--”
“And I’m not your mother,” she smacked the robot once more for good measure.
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Myriam Scuttlebutt
“Kahk kahk kahk...” the girl underneath the box cackled, “That’s the perfect scoop I need! Judge Wears Bib to Every Trial! Everyone at Legal Thermis will read it! It just screams, ‘Myriam Scuttlebutt is an ace reporter!’ Doesn’t it?!”
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Investigations Era Samples
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Kay
“It’s bad manners to ask where a great thief is gonna steal from next!” Kay exclaimed, “I know you’re a ‘cop’ and everything, Gummy, but you obviously just want to make my steal before I do! Just admit it!”
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Sebastian DeBeste
“Shhhh, I’m looking for DeBeste angle to make my ‘Beste entrance as a prosecutor from!” Sebastian explained, “It’s what they call... Geology? Geometry? Same thing, right?!”
-International Detective and ex-child prodigy. From Belgium.
-Very much a ditz personality-wise and is known to be incredibly clumsy.
-However, has a reputation of incredibly solid investigations for the prosecution, solid testimonies, and hidden bursts of hypercompetence.
-Most known for: Having incredibly obvious crushes on her best friend, Terra, and on Orion. Terra is oblivious to this while Orion tries to ignore it. Tomoko finds it hilarious, causing playful conflict between the two.
-International Prosecutor. From the Principality of Cohdopia.
-Wanders throughout the globe (aka her name’s pun), using her International Prosecutor credentials to “reform corrupted cities.”
-Multilingual and often peppers different phrases from different languages in her speech.
-Her belief is that the Dark Age of the Law has tainted the city Orion works in and that she’s the light that will redeem it.
-Often repeats cool movie quotes she heard to make herself sound cooler.
-She is a lesbian.
-Her prosecution type is incredibly knowledgable about international laws, tricks to turn defendant’s words against them, and picking apart flaws in the defense, the judge, and the witnesses.
-Lives and sleeps in an RV, alongside her best friend, Detective Innes Vesta.
-Defense attorney. Third year of defending and working under Silas Vergil’s law firm.
-Ex-fortune teller (what partially helped him through law school.)
-Spacey, sleepy, a little bit out there outside of court.
-Still eccentric, but strategic and determined in court.
-Often makes his points with anecdotes based off of tarot cards.
-Fortune is not his “real” last name. He claims to hate his family as well.
-Transgender. Panromantic asexual.
-Most Known For: Once arriving at the courthouse eight hours early and bringing a pillow so he could sleep at the defense desk and not miss the trial when it started.
-Lawyer Power: Prediction. The ability to use instinct and evidence to predict someone’s movements/actions during a crime.
The Kitchen Prince and the Busy Pauper (Ry/Jinta RP AU)
Ry sighed as he gazed into the mirror, his hands stroking through his entirely dyed-black hair. He’d never really thought it’d come to this, but he was at a loss for how to save more money beyond this point. Glancing down at his fingers, he watched the silky strands fall back on to his shoulder and another thought crossed through his mind: hair cost money to maintain, so the shorter the hair, the less he’d spend on products…
Already his fingers were shaking as he picked up the scissors and lifted them to his bangs. His hair had been his pride and joy ever since he was small; it was something he made sure stayed healthy, unique, and… Well, just something he enjoyed looking at. Taking a deep breath now, he snipped at the hair covering his eyes and let the strands fall to the dusty apartment floor he’d called home for two days.
Glancing in the mirror, he saw the disgusting way they looked and quickly began to brush them, swooping them to the side and letting him fall more naturally. Well, the style wasn’t too bad for starters… Now he just needed to get rid of his length…
He had to grit his teeth as he brought the scissors to the hair that pointed to his sternum. This hair had been with him since he was five; he’d never once thought about touching it, until now… Grabbing one of them, he quickly snipped it off and dropped the hair to the floor before audibly gasping as he did the same to the other one. “There…you big baby…” He scolded himself, staring at his shortened and styled hair. Pushing back on side of his hair behind his ear, he glanced at the cross earring that finally showed itself to the public.
Adjusting himself, he stared in the mirror and cringed at how he was different than he used to be. His eyes were both now brown since his contacts had just been a luxury he couldn’t afford now; his clothes were now the choice of his employer, which he just dressed himself in a plain pink t-shirt, a pair of jeans, and his usual shoes for the time being; and now his hair was completely different…with no hat to cover the top.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
He almost jumped when he heard the sound of his alarm clock going off, signaling that it was time to get out of bed to get ready for his first day of work. Groaning loudly, he reached over and grabbed his small backpack and quickly headed down to the street where his motorcycle waited to drive him to work.
The voices of Jinta’s sisters always rejuvenated him, even if Mai wasn’t always the most encouraging person in the world. As he stepped out of their small home, he began to make his way to work. On foot, of course. He never was a big fan of vehicles, after all.
Jinta had slid back into his old ways in more ways than one since they moved back to America from Canada. Checking his phone for updates on one night stands, taking care of his younger sisters, and of course, trying to make a name for himself.
The Kitchen Prince was an odd title to Jinta. He preferred his title to be something much more along the lines of “The Radiant Sun,” or “The Cooking God of the Sun.” But he’d take that. Being number one in that restaurant was definitely his business.
He noticed someone walking towards a motorcycle and scowled slightly. Motorcycles were death traps to him and he wouldn’t be caught dead riding one. Regardless, he continued his walk towards the restaurant.
“The job’s low-paying, but you’ll make it work…” Ry mumbled to himself as he slipped the helmet on to his head. He’d spent DAYS on that accursed show cleaning up other people’s problems, so how hard could it be to clean tables and dishes? With one final glance over his shoulder at the apartments dubbed “Falling Apartments,” he hopped up on to the motorcycle and kicked the stand from below, balancing himself perfectly on it–something he’d practiced many times in the past.
Taking a deep breath, he started up the noisy contraption, wincing at the guttural noise, and headed off down the road. “If not, just…tell someone to send the place a pet rat…” The ride wasn’t long at all–merely five minutes down the road, but he’d noticed that some clouds were rolling in in the distance; so he wouldn’t be caught dead–metaphorically speaking–walking down the road if it was bound to storm.
Once he’d managed to arrive at the establishment he’d just been at a couple days ago, he quickly parked his bike and threw the helmet off his head and on to the handle. Without even bothering to check to see if the doors were opened yet, he sat back on the motorcycle, crossing his legs and removed a small sketchbook from his bag, quickly beginning to doodle in it to pass the time as he waited for fifteen until to strike.
Jinta’s walk remained in peace. He watched as others either drove or walked their way to work as well. In a way, it was an interesting thing to see. You wake up, you go to work, you work your shift, repeat.
He was probably one of few who enjoyed that.
As he made it to the restaurant, he looked over to notice that very same motorcycle from earlier. Someone sitting on it was currently... doodling in a sketchbook?
He scowled slightly, making his way over to the person on the motorcycle.
“Hey,” he spoke up, crossing his arms, “We don’t condone loitering at this establishment. Unless you’re waiting to be the first customer, I suggest you.... ‘doodle’ somewhere else.”
The Kitchen Prince and the Busy Pauper (Ry/Jinta RP AU)
Ry sighed as he gazed into the mirror, his hands stroking through his entirely dyed-black hair. He’d never really thought it’d come to this, but he was at a loss for how to save more money beyond this point. Glancing down at his fingers, he watched the silky strands fall back on to his shoulder and another thought crossed through his mind: hair cost money to maintain, so the shorter the hair, the less he’d spend on products…
Already his fingers were shaking as he picked up the scissors and lifted them to his bangs. His hair had been his pride and joy ever since he was small; it was something he made sure stayed healthy, unique, and… Well, just something he enjoyed looking at. Taking a deep breath now, he snipped at the hair covering his eyes and let the strands fall to the dusty apartment floor he’d called home for two days.
Glancing in the mirror, he saw the disgusting way they looked and quickly began to brush them, swooping them to the side and letting him fall more naturally. Well, the style wasn’t too bad for starters… Now he just needed to get rid of his length…
He had to grit his teeth as he brought the scissors to the hair that pointed to his sternum. This hair had been with him since he was five; he’d never once thought about touching it, until now… Grabbing one of them, he quickly snipped it off and dropped the hair to the floor before audibly gasping as he did the same to the other one. “There…you big baby…” He scolded himself, staring at his shortened and styled hair. Pushing back on side of his hair behind his ear, he glanced at the cross earring that finally showed itself to the public.
Adjusting himself, he stared in the mirror and cringed at how he was different than he used to be. His eyes were both now brown since his contacts had just been a luxury he couldn’t afford now; his clothes were now the choice of his employer, which he just dressed himself in a plain pink t-shirt, a pair of jeans, and his usual shoes for the time being; and now his hair was completely different…with no hat to cover the top.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
He almost jumped when he heard the sound of his alarm clock going off, signaling that it was time to get out of bed to get ready for his first day of work. Groaning loudly, he reached over and grabbed his small backpack and quickly headed down to the street where his motorcycle waited to drive him to work.
The voices of Jinta’s sisters always rejuvenated him, even if Mai wasn’t always the most encouraging person in the world. As he stepped out of their small home, he began to make his way to work. On foot, of course. He never was a big fan of vehicles, after all.
Jinta had slid back into his old ways in more ways than one since they moved back to America from Canada. Checking his phone for updates on one night stands, taking care of his younger sisters, and of course, trying to make a name for himself.
The Kitchen Prince was an odd title to Jinta. He preferred his title to be something much more along the lines of “The Radiant Sun,” or “The Cooking God of the Sun.” But he’d take that. Being number one in that restaurant was definitely his business.
He noticed someone walking towards a motorcycle and scowled slightly. Motorcycles were death traps to him and he wouldn’t be caught dead riding one. Regardless, he continued his walk towards the restaurant.
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