Hi there! I'm Jay, and I'm looking for some new roleplay partners! Here are some details you may want to know!
If you're interested, please either DM me or comment on this post!
°~☆About Me☆~°
● I've been roleplaying for 7-8 years now
● I am pro-LGBTQ+
● I'm 18+ (exact number will not be revealed until I know you well enough, but I will say I'm under 25)
● I work! I can typically respond at a quick pace, but please bear with me if it takes me a little while to respond
°~☆Rules☆~°
● 16+ aged roleplayers, please!
● Any romance in a roleplay is strictly roleplay. It does not carry into our real lives
● I do prefer B×B roleplays since that's what I'm most experienced in, but I'll do others as well
● No spamming. If I don't respond within two days (rare occasion), just send me a reminder message as I may have gotten busy/distracted
● No means no. If either of us get uncomfortable with a roleplay topic, we stop immediately and redirect
● Please inform me of any triggers you may have!
● I will roleplay many things, but please nothing along the lines of pedophilia, incest, etc. Just nothing gross or anything, yeah?
● Will do OC Roleplays or Fandom Roleplays! (I am more experienced in OC roleplays I'll make it known. I've never done a Fandom Roleplay before, but I'd be willing to try it! For my first few Fandom runs, I would prefer sticking to fandoms I'm familiar with though - I'll list them)
● I'd prefer you be semi-literate, but occasional one-liners are alright. I know I write one-liners at times - I just don't want them allll the time
● I will do SFW and NSFW, but please be respectful of rules above. I would also prefer 18+ aged for NSFW.
Hi there! I'm Jay, and I'm looking for some new roleplay partners! Here are some details you may want to know!
If you're interested, please either DM me or comment on this post!
°~☆About Me☆~°
● I've been roleplaying for 7-8 years now
● I am pro-LGBTQ+
● I'm 18+ (exact number will not be revealed until I know you well enough, but I will say I'm under 25)
● I work! I can typically respond at a quick pace, but please bear with me if it takes me a little while to respond
°~☆Rules☆~°
● 16+ aged roleplayers, please!
● Any romance in a roleplay is strictly roleplay. It does not carry into our real lives
● I do prefer B×B roleplays since that's what I'm most experienced in, but I'll do others as well
● No spamming. If I don't respond within two days (rare occasion), just send me a reminder message as I may have gotten busy/distracted
● No means no. If either of us get uncomfortable with a roleplay topic, we stop immediately and redirect
● Please inform me of any triggers you may have!
● I will roleplay many things, but please nothing along the lines of pedophilia, incest, etc. Just nothing gross or anything, yeah?
● Will do OC Roleplays or Fandom Roleplays! (I am more experienced in OC roleplays I'll make it known. I've never done a Fandom Roleplay before, but I'd be willing to try it! For my first few Fandom runs, I would prefer sticking to fandoms I'm familiar with though - I'll list them)
● I'd prefer you be semi-literate, but occasional one-liners are alright. I know I write one-liners at times - I just don't want them allll the time
● I will do SFW and NSFW, but please be respectful of rules above. I would also prefer 18+ aged for NSFW.
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I'm not gonna ask you to donate - but if you can't, would you maybe consider sharing this around a little? Even getting it out there further would probably help a lot more than you think. Here's his gofundme
If Ed had a nickel for every time something went wrong at work, he'd have enough money to buy off the company, but walking in on a literal crime scene certainly took the cake.
He froze just inside the sleek automatic glass doors of Encom tower, one hand clutching the soft leather strap of his briefcase, the other clutching the handle on Colossus, his service dog's harness. Several LAPD Officers and a couple others he didn't recognize talking with Hardington, Mackey, and Claire. Somehow, he had managed to beat the press here, though Ed doubted it would be long before they swarmed to the tower to get the latest scoop.
He hadn't had time to check the news that morning, and considering that the press wasn't already there, it might not have aired yet, but his stomach churned with dread. Of course, the disappearance of the ninteen-year-old tech genius, MIT student, and inventor, Ximena Pacheco-Navarro had caught his attention, both for the morbid intrigue at a mystery he would have enjoyed reading, if it were fictional, and out of professional interest. Except it wasn't a fictional mystery, and Pacheco-Navarro had been the first of a dozen disappearances in half as many weeks, all of whom were in some way connected to the tech industry, and after the third disappearance that he began to worry. Ed had no proof, but considering his father had threatened to abduct him if he didn't quit Encom to work for him... Ed had all but expected that it was only a mater of time before he ended up on the growing list of missing people.
And yet... if his suspicions were correct, someone else had disappeared.
The cool, wet sensation of the black wolfhound's nose on the back of his hand drew him back to the present.
Ed mulled over his options on how to proceed. He could, of course, go and see what was happening. He was high enough up the corporate ladder that this sort of news was something he would be expected to keep up with for the safety of those that worked under him, although he wasn't sure he had the spoons to deal with it at the moment. He could turn around and leave, except with just his luck the press would just be arriving and he would be the first one they would assault.
Or he could ignore it and proceed to his office, and go about his day as normal. Except Mackey would undoubtedly interrupt him at the most inopportune time and demand he put out whatever fire this was--
"Dillinger, there you are!" Richard Mackey called across the atrium as though summoned by the mere thought of him.
Well, it appeared his choice was made for him. Ed certainly did not have the energy for whatever was going to happen that day.
He resisted the urge to sigh, and instead squared his shoulders, schooled his expression to something aloof but professional, and marched toward the small cluster of people.
Matsuda Pearson was among this small group of people, though wasn't necessarily present on time. See, being from Somerville, Massachusetts, he had to catch a flight from Massachusetts to California.
Matsuda was considered a lead detective in Somerville and one of the best detectives in the state of Massachusetts as a whole. He had spent his entire life working his way up to get to where he was now. Honestly, his current position was a miracle all on its own with how young he was - one of the best detectives in the state of Massachusetts at just age 22? It was impressive and an accomplishment that Matsuda was proud of.
Being in the position he was in, the captain of the police station assigned Matsuda a case out of state - the one involving disappearances in LA. While it was out of his comfort zone, after looking over the details he was provided upfront, he was intrigued to say the least. Agreeing to take the case, a flight was scheduled for him immediately.
Everything should have gone smoothly! But it didn't. Matsuda's flight got delayed, which put him behind for the event currently taking place at Encom right now. Of course... why wouldn't something go wrong?
After a few more minutes, Matsuda practically tumbles through the entrance, panting quite heavily as he pauses to catch his breath. He brings an arm up, resting his hand against the wall to steady his body.
He pokes his head up, looking around the room and mentally scanning each person. Dusting off his long coat, he clears his through and approaches the group.
"Good morning, everyone-! I apologize for the lateness, my flight was a bit behind... I'm afraid I didn't have time for... anything. But, I'm here now!"
Finding that he received a few stares, he recoils a bit and puts on a more professional expression.
"Good morning to all of you. I'm Detective Matsuda Pearson, and I'll be working to help get this all figured out."
Ed glanced over at the detective in surprise. He seemed young. Young as in, maybe as old as his interns, maybe younger than some. ...Which meant whatever was going on, whatever precinct had sent him thought the case wasn't going to be that difficult and a rookie could handle it alone, or he was that good.
"Is this everyone so we can finally move forward?" Mackey asked. "I'm getting tired of the same old shpeal."
A short, muscular woman in an LAPD uniform turned toward Mackey with an icy glare, and he took a step back, shoulders slumping slightly as he glanced down, for once had the decency to look abashed. "Detective Pearson, it's a good to meet you, I've heard much of your achievements, and we're glad to have you on the case," she said. "I'm Lieutenant Manisha Joshi of the LAPD." She gestured to the other LAPD officer, a mean man with glasses and a thick black mostache. "This is my partner, Detective Mak Osmanagić. With us from Encom is Richard Mackey, chairman of the board, Kurt Hardington, CEO, Claire Atkinson, PR specialist, and Edward Dillinger, lead programmer of Encom OS."
It took a considerable amount of self control not to cringe when she said 'Edward'. Edward Dillinger was his father, and growing up, most people expected him to be just that: a copy of his father, or his shadow. Ed was the only part of his name he'd ever really been able to make peace with and claim for himself.
He frowned at the last person the Lieutenant had not yet introduced. She seemed vaguely familiar, but he didn't recognize her as one of Encom's employees. Though, Encom employed nearly a thousand people to do everything from programming and accounting to security and janitorial staff. Ed was only familiar with a small fraction of his coworkers.
"And lastly, we have Cibele Acosta, director of Scripps Institute of Oceanography." Ed's stomach twisted. If she was here-- "She's here because one of the people who went missing was an intern working on a joint project between Encom and Scripps. "As I understand it, Eguzki Nervion-Mendoza was working with you, Mr. Dillinger?"
"Yes, though they preferred the name Rio," Ed responded. "But, if you'll excuse me, they were one of? Others went missing?"
Lieutenant Joshi nodded. "There were four. Rio, Ingrid Schafer, Alan Bradley, and his son, Jethro."
Matsuda followed along with the introductions, extending his arm to shake the hands of a few of them. "It's nice to meet you all as well, though an unfortunate situation to be meeting under."
He glanced between each of the people involved in this informational meeting, silently observing each of them. Many times, he did it subconsciously - analyzing common patterns in a person's behaviour. Though, it tended to help him out down the road in many cases.
"So, we've established that there are four main individuals who've gone missing, yes? The ones you've just listed... I assume all of them have some kind of tie to Encom and-or Scripps if we're gathering people from these two corporations..."
He reaches into the pocket of his trenchcoat, pulling out a small notepad and a pen.
If Matsuda shook Ed's hand, he would find his hands are warm and rather dry thanks to the dry climate, but soft and uncalloused, and his grip was firm without being overbearing.
"Go ahead," Lieutenant Joshi said, "though there isn't much known currently."
"Four that have been reported," Detective Osmanagić clarified.
"We plan to have require all departments to hold emergency meetings to ensure that all personnel are otherwise accounted for," Claire replied. "But yes. All of them are employed here at Encom. Alan worked on research associated with a contract Encom holds with the US Military. His son, Jethro worked in the games division. Ingrid worked in cybersecurity, and Rio was in the research division."
Ed turned to Matsuda. "Rio is a Ph.D. student at the institute researching ocean-climate dynamics, as well as an intern here," he explained. "They were working on developing an optimized dynamic ocean component for a new type of climate model using our supercomputer cluster."
"Thank you for the...clarification, Mr. Dillinger," Mackey said sarcastically.
"Moving on," Lieutenant Joshi cut in, "currently all that is known is here is the last place they were all seen, and according to the cameras, they all were working late, and left between five forty-five--that would be Jethro, and nine twenty--which would be Alan. Ingrid left at six forty, and Rio left at eight thirty-seven."
"Rio usually takes the bus, but I often have to remind them to leave so they can catch the last one at eight-twenty nine," Ed admitted. Meaning Rio had missed the bus again, and had disappeared on their walk home.
Immediately, almost naturally, Matsuda's hand began jotting down notes. He dedicated a page of his notepad to each individual who had been reported missing. There, he started by writing each person's role within Encom and what time each of them left on the day that they went missing. He was also sure to note that Rio had gone missing on their walk home due to missing the last bus.
"All good information to get us going. I know that the cameras were already looked at, but is there any way I might be able to take a look at them? Oftentimes, there are underlying details that might not be noticed at first glance. Though, there might not be. But it would be a start."
He looks to Ed after a moment, offering a kind smile. "Thank you for the additional information on Rio, by the way, Mr. Dillinger."
Ed nodded. "Of course, Detective. I'm happy to answer any questions I can. The more puzzle pieces we have to begin with, the quicker we can figure out where they went and hopefully rescue them."
"Yes, anything to get everyone back safely," Mackey echoed. Though he spoke with a normal voice, Ed swore he could hear the undertone, this is a waste of my time and it would make things easier if the Bradleys remained missing.
He wouldn't have been surprised if the chairman of the board was trying to find a way to pin this on Ed. It wouldn't take much to convince others that Ed had a hand in Alan's disappearance, considering their 'rivalry' during the board of director's meetings, and Mackey already tended to try to pin any failing of the company on him and his 'connection' to fCon. Never mind that he had a restraining order on his father and hadn't spoken to him in a decade for fear of exactly what had happened to the Bradleys and his intern happening to him.
...Though even if Ed had nothing to do with it, he suspected Mackey might be closer to right about who was behind the disappearances. Especially since Ed's father and Alan were enemies.
"Of course, right this way," Claire said, leading them to the security checkpoint.
Chris Miller was the security guard on duty this morning. Muscular and with a dark scraggly beard, he had been a security guard in the air force for a number of years before coming to work for Encom. Ed was somewhat familiar with him, and often said hello when when he came in to work, but otherwise didn't talk much with the daytime security staff. Ernie Sepulveda would have been the the security guard on duty at night; Ed was more familiar with him from the numerous late nights he'd spent working in and unable to go home without becoming a danger to himself.
Ed had access to the security footage, from an incident several years prior that was never revoked once it had been resolved, and Ed had the sense not to go through it without cause, but also hadn't reminded security he had access in the event that it would become useful again. Here it might, but he was inclined to see if Matsuda could pick up anything from it.
It didn't take long for Chris to pull up the camera footage for Matsuda to examine.
With a pen in his hand, Matsuda took notes on each person's designated tape. What they were doing, what they might have said, etc. When it came to cases like these, every detail was important. Even the smallest change in normal behaviour could give a point in the right direction.
Once the tapes were finished playing, Matsuda was silent, looking over his notes for a while as if he hadn't just written them moments before. After giving off what may have been an uncomfortable amount of silence to everyone else, he looks around between those whom he was working with.
"I appreciate being shown these. Did any of you in particular have any personal connections with any of the individuals in questions? Any close relations of any kind?"
"The institute is fairly small, so everyone knows just about everyone, and Rio is a student, but I never interacted with them personally," Dr. Acosta said. "I have no relationship with the other missing persons."
"They were my intern," Ed said. "They worked closely with me."
"Alan Bradley was on the board of directors, so we except for Dr. Acosta, we all worked closely with him," Claire said.
It took a considerable amount of will for Ed not to snort. 'worked with' was certainly a term for their relationship. Alan was the last of the Old Guard, then Encom when Flynn was CEO, and he fought the board on a lot of the new practices. If anything they were rivals in a corporate game of politics.
Besides that... Alan helped put Ed's father in prison, back when he was a child. Those were likely the closest Ed got to having a normal childhood, and he didn't hold it against Alan, though he tried to limit his interaction. When so many others only saw Ed as his father's shadow, Ed didn't need another enemy.
"Besides...Alan, and the fact that his son and Ingrid work for me, I don't have any relationship with them." Mackey said.
"Same here," Kurt agreed.
"Ingrid was an intern the same time I was," Ed admitted. "We were... friendly. Bonded over the fact that we were the only interns in our cohort that didn't go a California school, that we both went to school in the Northeast. We haven't really talked much since. Different departments and all. I've crossed paths with Jet Bradley on occasion, but again, different departments. Never really talked to him."
Listening closely to everyone, Matsuda's wrist was going a mile a minute as he wrote down every possible detail that he saw as important. His brain was thinking through things as he listened and wrote - where could he go next with this new information?
After a few moments, he clears his throat, looking around at everyone around him.
"Alright, so it seems that everyone seemed to know Mr. Bradley to a considerable extent. I'd love to hear anything about him that anyone might feel is relevant to this case. Also," he pauses, looking to Ed directly now, "you said you worked closely with Rio with them being your intern. Can you tell me more about that? Were there any signs that may have pointed to them disappearing the way they did?"
If Ed had a nickel for every time something went wrong at work, he'd have enough money to buy off the company, but walking in on a literal crime scene certainly took the cake.
He froze just inside the sleek automatic glass doors of Encom tower, one hand clutching the soft leather strap of his briefcase, the other clutching the handle on Colossus, his service dog's harness. Several LAPD Officers and a couple others he didn't recognize talking with Hardington, Mackey, and Claire. Somehow, he had managed to beat the press here, though Ed doubted it would be long before they swarmed to the tower to get the latest scoop.
He hadn't had time to check the news that morning, and considering that the press wasn't already there, it might not have aired yet, but his stomach churned with dread. Of course, the disappearance of the ninteen-year-old tech genius, MIT student, and inventor, Ximena Pacheco-Navarro had caught his attention, both for the morbid intrigue at a mystery he would have enjoyed reading, if it were fictional, and out of professional interest. Except it wasn't a fictional mystery, and Pacheco-Navarro had been the first of a dozen disappearances in half as many weeks, all of whom were in some way connected to the tech industry, and after the third disappearance that he began to worry. Ed had no proof, but considering his father had threatened to abduct him if he didn't quit Encom to work for him... Ed had all but expected that it was only a mater of time before he ended up on the growing list of missing people.
And yet... if his suspicions were correct, someone else had disappeared.
The cool, wet sensation of the black wolfhound's nose on the back of his hand drew him back to the present.
Ed mulled over his options on how to proceed. He could, of course, go and see what was happening. He was high enough up the corporate ladder that this sort of news was something he would be expected to keep up with for the safety of those that worked under him, although he wasn't sure he had the spoons to deal with it at the moment. He could turn around and leave, except with just his luck the press would just be arriving and he would be the first one they would assault.
Or he could ignore it and proceed to his office, and go about his day as normal. Except Mackey would undoubtedly interrupt him at the most inopportune time and demand he put out whatever fire this was--
"Dillinger, there you are!" Richard Mackey called across the atrium as though summoned by the mere thought of him.
Well, it appeared his choice was made for him. Ed certainly did not have the energy for whatever was going to happen that day.
He resisted the urge to sigh, and instead squared his shoulders, schooled his expression to something aloof but professional, and marched toward the small cluster of people.
Matsuda Pearson was among this small group of people, though wasn't necessarily present on time. See, being from Somerville, Massachusetts, he had to catch a flight from Massachusetts to California.
Matsuda was considered a lead detective in Somerville and one of the best detectives in the state of Massachusetts as a whole. He had spent his entire life working his way up to get to where he was now. Honestly, his current position was a miracle all on its own with how young he was - one of the best detectives in the state of Massachusetts at just age 22? It was impressive and an accomplishment that Matsuda was proud of.
Being in the position he was in, the captain of the police station assigned Matsuda a case out of state - the one involving disappearances in LA. While it was out of his comfort zone, after looking over the details he was provided upfront, he was intrigued to say the least. Agreeing to take the case, a flight was scheduled for him immediately.
Everything should have gone smoothly! But it didn't. Matsuda's flight got delayed, which put him behind for the event currently taking place at Encom right now. Of course... why wouldn't something go wrong?
After a few more minutes, Matsuda practically tumbles through the entrance, panting quite heavily as he pauses to catch his breath. He brings an arm up, resting his hand against the wall to steady his body.
He pokes his head up, looking around the room and mentally scanning each person. Dusting off his long coat, he clears his through and approaches the group.
"Good morning, everyone-! I apologize for the lateness, my flight was a bit behind... I'm afraid I didn't have time for... anything. But, I'm here now!"
Finding that he received a few stares, he recoils a bit and puts on a more professional expression.
"Good morning to all of you. I'm Detective Matsuda Pearson, and I'll be working to help get this all figured out."
Ed glanced over at the detective in surprise. He seemed young. Young as in, maybe as old as his interns, maybe younger than some. ...Which meant whatever was going on, whatever precinct had sent him thought the case wasn't going to be that difficult and a rookie could handle it alone, or he was that good.
"Is this everyone so we can finally move forward?" Mackey asked. "I'm getting tired of the same old shpeal."
A short, muscular woman in an LAPD uniform turned toward Mackey with an icy glare, and he took a step back, shoulders slumping slightly as he glanced down, for once had the decency to look abashed. "Detective Pearson, it's a good to meet you, I've heard much of your achievements, and we're glad to have you on the case," she said. "I'm Lieutenant Manisha Joshi of the LAPD." She gestured to the other LAPD officer, a mean man with glasses and a thick black mostache. "This is my partner, Detective Mak Osmanagić. With us from Encom is Richard Mackey, chairman of the board, Kurt Hardington, CEO, Claire Atkinson, PR specialist, and Edward Dillinger, lead programmer of Encom OS."
It took a considerable amount of self control not to cringe when she said 'Edward'. Edward Dillinger was his father, and growing up, most people expected him to be just that: a copy of his father, or his shadow. Ed was the only part of his name he'd ever really been able to make peace with and claim for himself.
He frowned at the last person the Lieutenant had not yet introduced. She seemed vaguely familiar, but he didn't recognize her as one of Encom's employees. Though, Encom employed nearly a thousand people to do everything from programming and accounting to security and janitorial staff. Ed was only familiar with a small fraction of his coworkers.
"And lastly, we have Cibele Acosta, director of Scripps Institute of Oceanography." Ed's stomach twisted. If she was here-- "She's here because one of the people who went missing was an intern working on a joint project between Encom and Scripps. "As I understand it, Eguzki Nervion-Mendoza was working with you, Mr. Dillinger?"
"Yes, though they preferred the name Rio," Ed responded. "But, if you'll excuse me, they were one of? Others went missing?"
Lieutenant Joshi nodded. "There were four. Rio, Ingrid Schafer, Alan Bradley, and his son, Jethro."
Matsuda followed along with the introductions, extending his arm to shake the hands of a few of them. "It's nice to meet you all as well, though an unfortunate situation to be meeting under."
He glanced between each of the people involved in this informational meeting, silently observing each of them. Many times, he did it subconsciously - analyzing common patterns in a person's behaviour. Though, it tended to help him out down the road in many cases.
"So, we've established that there are four main individuals who've gone missing, yes? The ones you've just listed... I assume all of them have some kind of tie to Encom and-or Scripps if we're gathering people from these two corporations..."
He reaches into the pocket of his trenchcoat, pulling out a small notepad and a pen.
If Matsuda shook Ed's hand, he would find his hands are warm and rather dry thanks to the dry climate, but soft and uncalloused, and his grip was firm without being overbearing.
"Go ahead," Lieutenant Joshi said, "though there isn't much known currently."
"Four that have been reported," Detective Osmanagić clarified.
"We plan to have require all departments to hold emergency meetings to ensure that all personnel are otherwise accounted for," Claire replied. "But yes. All of them are employed here at Encom. Alan worked on research associated with a contract Encom holds with the US Military. His son, Jethro worked in the games division. Ingrid worked in cybersecurity, and Rio was in the research division."
Ed turned to Matsuda. "Rio is a Ph.D. student at the institute researching ocean-climate dynamics, as well as an intern here," he explained. "They were working on developing an optimized dynamic ocean component for a new type of climate model using our supercomputer cluster."
"Thank you for the...clarification, Mr. Dillinger," Mackey said sarcastically.
"Moving on," Lieutenant Joshi cut in, "currently all that is known is here is the last place they were all seen, and according to the cameras, they all were working late, and left between five forty-five--that would be Jethro, and nine twenty--which would be Alan. Ingrid left at six forty, and Rio left at eight thirty-seven."
"Rio usually takes the bus, but I often have to remind them to leave so they can catch the last one at eight-twenty nine," Ed admitted. Meaning Rio had missed the bus again, and had disappeared on their walk home.
Immediately, almost naturally, Matsuda's hand began jotting down notes. He dedicated a page of his notepad to each individual who had been reported missing. There, he started by writing each person's role within Encom and what time each of them left on the day that they went missing. He was also sure to note that Rio had gone missing on their walk home due to missing the last bus.
"All good information to get us going. I know that the cameras were already looked at, but is there any way I might be able to take a look at them? Oftentimes, there are underlying details that might not be noticed at first glance. Though, there might not be. But it would be a start."
He looks to Ed after a moment, offering a kind smile. "Thank you for the additional information on Rio, by the way, Mr. Dillinger."
Ed nodded. "Of course, Detective. I'm happy to answer any questions I can. The more puzzle pieces we have to begin with, the quicker we can figure out where they went and hopefully rescue them."
"Yes, anything to get everyone back safely," Mackey echoed. Though he spoke with a normal voice, Ed swore he could hear the undertone, this is a waste of my time and it would make things easier if the Bradleys remained missing.
He wouldn't have been surprised if the chairman of the board was trying to find a way to pin this on Ed. It wouldn't take much to convince others that Ed had a hand in Alan's disappearance, considering their 'rivalry' during the board of director's meetings, and Mackey already tended to try to pin any failing of the company on him and his 'connection' to fCon. Never mind that he had a restraining order on his father and hadn't spoken to him in a decade for fear of exactly what had happened to the Bradleys and his intern happening to him.
...Though even if Ed had nothing to do with it, he suspected Mackey might be closer to right about who was behind the disappearances. Especially since Ed's father and Alan were enemies.
"Of course, right this way," Claire said, leading them to the security checkpoint.
Chris Miller was the security guard on duty this morning. Muscular and with a dark scraggly beard, he had been a security guard in the air force for a number of years before coming to work for Encom. Ed was somewhat familiar with him, and often said hello when when he came in to work, but otherwise didn't talk much with the daytime security staff. Ernie Sepulveda would have been the the security guard on duty at night; Ed was more familiar with him from the numerous late nights he'd spent working in and unable to go home without becoming a danger to himself.
Ed had access to the security footage, from an incident several years prior that was never revoked once it had been resolved, and Ed had the sense not to go through it without cause, but also hadn't reminded security he had access in the event that it would become useful again. Here it might, but he was inclined to see if Matsuda could pick up anything from it.
It didn't take long for Chris to pull up the camera footage for Matsuda to examine.
With a pen in his hand, Matsuda took notes on each person's designated tape. What they were doing, what they might have said, etc. When it came to cases like these, every detail was important. Even the smallest change in normal behaviour could give a point in the right direction.
Once the tapes were finished playing, Matsuda was silent, looking over his notes for a while as if he hadn't just written them moments before. After giving off what may have been an uncomfortable amount of silence to everyone else, he looks around between those whom he was working with.
"I appreciate being shown these. Did any of you in particular have any personal connections with any of the individuals in questions? Any close relations of any kind?"
If Ed had a nickel for every time something went wrong at work, he'd have enough money to buy off the company, but walking in on a literal crime scene certainly took the cake.
He froze just inside the sleek automatic glass doors of Encom tower, one hand clutching the soft leather strap of his briefcase, the other clutching the handle on Colossus, his service dog's harness. Several LAPD Officers and a couple others he didn't recognize talking with Hardington, Mackey, and Claire. Somehow, he had managed to beat the press here, though Ed doubted it would be long before they swarmed to the tower to get the latest scoop.
He hadn't had time to check the news that morning, and considering that the press wasn't already there, it might not have aired yet, but his stomach churned with dread. Of course, the disappearance of the ninteen-year-old tech genius, MIT student, and inventor, Ximena Pacheco-Navarro had caught his attention, both for the morbid intrigue at a mystery he would have enjoyed reading, if it were fictional, and out of professional interest. Except it wasn't a fictional mystery, and Pacheco-Navarro had been the first of a dozen disappearances in half as many weeks, all of whom were in some way connected to the tech industry, and after the third disappearance that he began to worry. Ed had no proof, but considering his father had threatened to abduct him if he didn't quit Encom to work for him... Ed had all but expected that it was only a mater of time before he ended up on the growing list of missing people.
And yet... if his suspicions were correct, someone else had disappeared.
The cool, wet sensation of the black wolfhound's nose on the back of his hand drew him back to the present.
Ed mulled over his options on how to proceed. He could, of course, go and see what was happening. He was high enough up the corporate ladder that this sort of news was something he would be expected to keep up with for the safety of those that worked under him, although he wasn't sure he had the spoons to deal with it at the moment. He could turn around and leave, except with just his luck the press would just be arriving and he would be the first one they would assault.
Or he could ignore it and proceed to his office, and go about his day as normal. Except Mackey would undoubtedly interrupt him at the most inopportune time and demand he put out whatever fire this was--
"Dillinger, there you are!" Richard Mackey called across the atrium as though summoned by the mere thought of him.
Well, it appeared his choice was made for him. Ed certainly did not have the energy for whatever was going to happen that day.
He resisted the urge to sigh, and instead squared his shoulders, schooled his expression to something aloof but professional, and marched toward the small cluster of people.
Matsuda Pearson was among this small group of people, though wasn't necessarily present on time. See, being from Somerville, Massachusetts, he had to catch a flight from Massachusetts to California.
Matsuda was considered a lead detective in Somerville and one of the best detectives in the state of Massachusetts as a whole. He had spent his entire life working his way up to get to where he was now. Honestly, his current position was a miracle all on its own with how young he was - one of the best detectives in the state of Massachusetts at just age 22? It was impressive and an accomplishment that Matsuda was proud of.
Being in the position he was in, the captain of the police station assigned Matsuda a case out of state - the one involving disappearances in LA. While it was out of his comfort zone, after looking over the details he was provided upfront, he was intrigued to say the least. Agreeing to take the case, a flight was scheduled for him immediately.
Everything should have gone smoothly! But it didn't. Matsuda's flight got delayed, which put him behind for the event currently taking place at Encom right now. Of course... why wouldn't something go wrong?
After a few more minutes, Matsuda practically tumbles through the entrance, panting quite heavily as he pauses to catch his breath. He brings an arm up, resting his hand against the wall to steady his body.
He pokes his head up, looking around the room and mentally scanning each person. Dusting off his long coat, he clears his through and approaches the group.
"Good morning, everyone-! I apologize for the lateness, my flight was a bit behind... I'm afraid I didn't have time for... anything. But, I'm here now!"
Finding that he received a few stares, he recoils a bit and puts on a more professional expression.
"Good morning to all of you. I'm Detective Matsuda Pearson, and I'll be working to help get this all figured out."
Ed glanced over at the detective in surprise. He seemed young. Young as in, maybe as old as his interns, maybe younger than some. ...Which meant whatever was going on, whatever precinct had sent him thought the case wasn't going to be that difficult and a rookie could handle it alone, or he was that good.
"Is this everyone so we can finally move forward?" Mackey asked. "I'm getting tired of the same old shpeal."
A short, muscular woman in an LAPD uniform turned toward Mackey with an icy glare, and he took a step back, shoulders slumping slightly as he glanced down, for once had the decency to look abashed. "Detective Pearson, it's a good to meet you, I've heard much of your achievements, and we're glad to have you on the case," she said. "I'm Lieutenant Manisha Joshi of the LAPD." She gestured to the other LAPD officer, a mean man with glasses and a thick black mostache. "This is my partner, Detective Mak Osmanagić. With us from Encom is Richard Mackey, chairman of the board, Kurt Hardington, CEO, Claire Atkinson, PR specialist, and Edward Dillinger, lead programmer of Encom OS."
It took a considerable amount of self control not to cringe when she said 'Edward'. Edward Dillinger was his father, and growing up, most people expected him to be just that: a copy of his father, or his shadow. Ed was the only part of his name he'd ever really been able to make peace with and claim for himself.
He frowned at the last person the Lieutenant had not yet introduced. She seemed vaguely familiar, but he didn't recognize her as one of Encom's employees. Though, Encom employed nearly a thousand people to do everything from programming and accounting to security and janitorial staff. Ed was only familiar with a small fraction of his coworkers.
"And lastly, we have Cibele Acosta, director of Scripps Institute of Oceanography." Ed's stomach twisted. If she was here-- "She's here because one of the people who went missing was an intern working on a joint project between Encom and Scripps. "As I understand it, Eguzki Nervion-Mendoza was working with you, Mr. Dillinger?"
"Yes, though they preferred the name Rio," Ed responded. "But, if you'll excuse me, they were one of? Others went missing?"
Lieutenant Joshi nodded. "There were four. Rio, Ingrid Schafer, Alan Bradley, and his son, Jethro."
Matsuda followed along with the introductions, extending his arm to shake the hands of a few of them. "It's nice to meet you all as well, though an unfortunate situation to be meeting under."
He glanced between each of the people involved in this informational meeting, silently observing each of them. Many times, he did it subconsciously - analyzing common patterns in a person's behaviour. Though, it tended to help him out down the road in many cases.
"So, we've established that there are four main individuals who've gone missing, yes? The ones you've just listed... I assume all of them have some kind of tie to Encom and-or Scripps if we're gathering people from these two corporations..."
He reaches into the pocket of his trenchcoat, pulling out a small notepad and a pen.
If Matsuda shook Ed's hand, he would find his hands are warm and rather dry thanks to the dry climate, but soft and uncalloused, and his grip was firm without being overbearing.
"Go ahead," Lieutenant Joshi said, "though there isn't much known currently."
"Four that have been reported," Detective Osmanagić clarified.
"We plan to have require all departments to hold emergency meetings to ensure that all personnel are otherwise accounted for," Claire replied. "But yes. All of them are employed here at Encom. Alan worked on research associated with a contract Encom holds with the US Military. His son, Jethro worked in the games division. Ingrid worked in cybersecurity, and Rio was in the research division."
Ed turned to Matsuda. "Rio is a Ph.D. student at the institute researching ocean-climate dynamics, as well as an intern here," he explained. "They were working on developing an optimized dynamic ocean component for a new type of climate model using our supercomputer cluster."
"Thank you for the...clarification, Mr. Dillinger," Mackey said sarcastically.
"Moving on," Lieutenant Joshi cut in, "currently all that is known is here is the last place they were all seen, and according to the cameras, they all were working late, and left between five forty-five--that would be Jethro, and nine twenty--which would be Alan. Ingrid left at six forty, and Rio left at eight thirty-seven."
"Rio usually takes the bus, but I often have to remind them to leave so they can catch the last one at eight-twenty nine," Ed admitted. Meaning Rio had missed the bus again, and had disappeared on their walk home.
Immediately, almost naturally, Matsuda's hand began jotting down notes. He dedicated a page of his notepad to each individual who had been reported missing. There, he started by writing each person's role within Encom and what time each of them left on the day that they went missing. He was also sure to note that Rio had gone missing on their walk home due to missing the last bus.
"All good information to get us going. I know that the cameras were already looked at, but is there any way I might be able to take a look at them? Oftentimes, there are underlying details that might not be noticed at first glance. Though, there might not be. But it would be a start."
He looks to Ed after a moment, offering a kind smile. "Thank you for the additional information on Rio, by the way, Mr. Dillinger."
If Ed had a nickel for every time something went wrong at work, he'd have enough money to buy off the company, but walking in on a literal crime scene certainly took the cake.
He froze just inside the sleek automatic glass doors of Encom tower, one hand clutching the soft leather strap of his briefcase, the other clutching the handle on Colossus, his service dog's harness. Several LAPD Officers and a couple others he didn't recognize talking with Hardington, Mackey, and Claire. Somehow, he had managed to beat the press here, though Ed doubted it would be long before they swarmed to the tower to get the latest scoop.
He hadn't had time to check the news that morning, and considering that the press wasn't already there, it might not have aired yet, but his stomach churned with dread. Of course, the disappearance of the ninteen-year-old tech genius, MIT student, and inventor, Ximena Pacheco-Navarro had caught his attention, both for the morbid intrigue at a mystery he would have enjoyed reading, if it were fictional, and out of professional interest. Except it wasn't a fictional mystery, and Pacheco-Navarro had been the first of a dozen disappearances in half as many weeks, all of whom were in some way connected to the tech industry, and after the third disappearance that he began to worry. Ed had no proof, but considering his father had threatened to abduct him if he didn't quit Encom to work for him... Ed had all but expected that it was only a mater of time before he ended up on the growing list of missing people.
And yet... if his suspicions were correct, someone else had disappeared.
The cool, wet sensation of the black wolfhound's nose on the back of his hand drew him back to the present.
Ed mulled over his options on how to proceed. He could, of course, go and see what was happening. He was high enough up the corporate ladder that this sort of news was something he would be expected to keep up with for the safety of those that worked under him, although he wasn't sure he had the spoons to deal with it at the moment. He could turn around and leave, except with just his luck the press would just be arriving and he would be the first one they would assault.
Or he could ignore it and proceed to his office, and go about his day as normal. Except Mackey would undoubtedly interrupt him at the most inopportune time and demand he put out whatever fire this was--
"Dillinger, there you are!" Richard Mackey called across the atrium as though summoned by the mere thought of him.
Well, it appeared his choice was made for him. Ed certainly did not have the energy for whatever was going to happen that day.
He resisted the urge to sigh, and instead squared his shoulders, schooled his expression to something aloof but professional, and marched toward the small cluster of people.
Matsuda Pearson was among this small group of people, though wasn't necessarily present on time. See, being from Somerville, Massachusetts, he had to catch a flight from Massachusetts to California.
Matsuda was considered a lead detective in Somerville and one of the best detectives in the state of Massachusetts as a whole. He had spent his entire life working his way up to get to where he was now. Honestly, his current position was a miracle all on its own with how young he was - one of the best detectives in the state of Massachusetts at just age 22? It was impressive and an accomplishment that Matsuda was proud of.
Being in the position he was in, the captain of the police station assigned Matsuda a case out of state - the one involving disappearances in LA. While it was out of his comfort zone, after looking over the details he was provided upfront, he was intrigued to say the least. Agreeing to take the case, a flight was scheduled for him immediately.
Everything should have gone smoothly! But it didn't. Matsuda's flight got delayed, which put him behind for the event currently taking place at Encom right now. Of course... why wouldn't something go wrong?
After a few more minutes, Matsuda practically tumbles through the entrance, panting quite heavily as he pauses to catch his breath. He brings an arm up, resting his hand against the wall to steady his body.
He pokes his head up, looking around the room and mentally scanning each person. Dusting off his long coat, he clears his through and approaches the group.
"Good morning, everyone-! I apologize for the lateness, my flight was a bit behind... I'm afraid I didn't have time for... anything. But, I'm here now!"
Finding that he received a few stares, he recoils a bit and puts on a more professional expression.
"Good morning to all of you. I'm Detective Matsuda Pearson, and I'll be working to help get this all figured out."
Ed glanced over at the detective in surprise. He seemed young. Young as in, maybe as old as his interns, maybe younger than some. ...Which meant whatever was going on, whatever precinct had sent him thought the case wasn't going to be that difficult and a rookie could handle it alone, or he was that good.
"Is this everyone so we can finally move forward?" Mackey asked. "I'm getting tired of the same old shpeal."
A short, muscular woman in an LAPD uniform turned toward Mackey with an icy glare, and he took a step back, shoulders slumping slightly as he glanced down, for once had the decency to look abashed. "Detective Pearson, it's a good to meet you, I've heard much of your achievements, and we're glad to have you on the case," she said. "I'm Lieutenant Manisha Joshi of the LAPD." She gestured to the other LAPD officer, a mean man with glasses and a thick black mostache. "This is my partner, Detective Mak Osmanagić. With us from Encom is Richard Mackey, chairman of the board, Kurt Hardington, CEO, Claire Atkinson, PR specialist, and Edward Dillinger, lead programmer of Encom OS."
It took a considerable amount of self control not to cringe when she said 'Edward'. Edward Dillinger was his father, and growing up, most people expected him to be just that: a copy of his father, or his shadow. Ed was the only part of his name he'd ever really been able to make peace with and claim for himself.
He frowned at the last person the Lieutenant had not yet introduced. She seemed vaguely familiar, but he didn't recognize her as one of Encom's employees. Though, Encom employed nearly a thousand people to do everything from programming and accounting to security and janitorial staff. Ed was only familiar with a small fraction of his coworkers.
"And lastly, we have Cibele Acosta, director of Scripps Institute of Oceanography." Ed's stomach twisted. If she was here-- "She's here because one of the people who went missing was an intern working on a joint project between Encom and Scripps. "As I understand it, Eguzki Nervion-Mendoza was working with you, Mr. Dillinger?"
"Yes, though they preferred the name Rio," Ed responded. "But, if you'll excuse me, they were one of? Others went missing?"
Lieutenant Joshi nodded. "There were four. Rio, Ingrid Schafer, Alan Bradley, and his son, Jethro."
Matsuda followed along with the introductions, extending his arm to shake the hands of a few of them. "It's nice to meet you all as well, though an unfortunate situation to be meeting under."
He glanced between each of the people involved in this informational meeting, silently observing each of them. Many times, he did it subconsciously - analyzing common patterns in a person's behaviour. Though, it tended to help him out down the road in many cases.
"So, we've established that there are four main individuals who've gone missing, yes? The ones you've just listed... I assume all of them have some kind of tie to Encom and-or Scripps if we're gathering people from these two corporations..."
He reaches into the pocket of his trenchcoat, pulling out a small notepad and a pen.
If Ed had a nickel for every time something went wrong at work, he'd have enough money to buy off the company, but walking in on a literal crime scene certainly took the cake.
He froze just inside the sleek automatic glass doors of Encom tower, one hand clutching the soft leather strap of his briefcase, the other clutching the handle on Colossus, his service dog's harness. Several LAPD Officers and a couple others he didn't recognize talking with Hardington, Mackey, and Claire. Somehow, he had managed to beat the press here, though Ed doubted it would be long before they swarmed to the tower to get the latest scoop.
He hadn't had time to check the news that morning, and considering that the press wasn't already there, it might not have aired yet, but his stomach churned with dread. Of course, the disappearance of the ninteen-year-old tech genius, MIT student, and inventor, Ximena Pacheco-Navarro had caught his attention, both for the morbid intrigue at a mystery he would have enjoyed reading, if it were fictional, and out of professional interest. Except it wasn't a fictional mystery, and Pacheco-Navarro had been the first of a dozen disappearances in half as many weeks, all of whom were in some way connected to the tech industry, and after the third disappearance that he began to worry. Ed had no proof, but considering his father had threatened to abduct him if he didn't quit Encom to work for him... Ed had all but expected that it was only a mater of time before he ended up on the growing list of missing people.
And yet... if his suspicions were correct, someone else had disappeared.
The cool, wet sensation of the black wolfhound's nose on the back of his hand drew him back to the present.
Ed mulled over his options on how to proceed. He could, of course, go and see what was happening. He was high enough up the corporate ladder that this sort of news was something he would be expected to keep up with for the safety of those that worked under him, although he wasn't sure he had the spoons to deal with it at the moment. He could turn around and leave, except with just his luck the press would just be arriving and he would be the first one they would assault.
Or he could ignore it and proceed to his office, and go about his day as normal. Except Mackey would undoubtedly interrupt him at the most inopportune time and demand he put out whatever fire this was--
"Dillinger, there you are!" Richard Mackey called across the atrium as though summoned by the mere thought of him.
Well, it appeared his choice was made for him. Ed certainly did not have the energy for whatever was going to happen that day.
He resisted the urge to sigh, and instead squared his shoulders, schooled his expression to something aloof but professional, and marched toward the small cluster of people.
Matsuda Pearson was among this small group of people, though wasn't necessarily present on time. See, being from Somerville, Massachusetts, he had to catch a flight from Massachusetts to California.
Matsuda was considered a lead detective in Somerville and one of the best detectives in the state of Massachusetts as a whole. He had spent his entire life working his way up to get to where he was now. Honestly, his current position was a miracle all on its own with how young he was - one of the best detectives in the state of Massachusetts at just age 22? It was impressive and an accomplishment that Matsuda was proud of.
Being in the position he was in, the captain of the police station assigned Matsuda a case out of state - the one involving disappearances in LA. While it was out of his comfort zone, after looking over the details he was provided upfront, he was intrigued to say the least. Agreeing to take the case, a flight was scheduled for him immediately.
Everything should have gone smoothly! But it didn't. Matsuda's flight got delayed, which put him behind for the event currently taking place at Encom right now. Of course... why wouldn't something go wrong?
After a few more minutes, Matsuda practically tumbles through the entrance, panting quite heavily as he pauses to catch his breath. He brings an arm up, resting his hand against the wall to steady his body.
He pokes his head up, looking around the room and mentally scanning each person. Dusting off his long coat, he clears his through and approaches the group.
"Good morning, everyone-! I apologize for the lateness, my flight was a bit behind... I'm afraid I didn't have time for... anything. But, I'm here now!"
Finding that he received a few stares, he recoils a bit and puts on a more professional expression.
"Good morning to all of you. I'm Detective Matsuda Pearson, and I'll be working to help get this all figured out."
"Hi there! I'm Detective Matsuda Pearson. Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?"
(Not my Art)
☆BASIC INFO☆
°~Full Name~°
Matsuda Tadashi Pearson
°~Nicknames~°
Matsu
°~Age~°
22
°~Gender~°
Male
°~Pronouns~°
He/Him
°~Sexuality~°
Homosexual
°~Birthday~°
September 22nd, 1901
°~Species~°
Human
°~Ethnicity~°
Japanese American
°~Languages Spoken~°
English
¤PHYSICAL APPEARANCE¤
°~Height~°
5’8”
°~Weight~°
133 lbs
°~Hair Color~°
Chestnut
°~Eye Color~°
Green
°~Skin Color~°
Light
°~Other Forms~°
“Evil Matsuda” (AU)
°~Facial Shape~°
Round
°~Body Shape~°
Inverted Triangle
°~Additional Notes~°
TBD?
~PERSONALITY~
°~Brief Description~°
Matsuda is a dedicated and compassionate detective with a strong sense of justice. Family-oriented and kind-hearted, he thrives on helping others and solving mysteries. His approachable and forgiving nature makes him well-liked, yet he remains determined and focused when on the job. Driven by both intellect and empathy, Matsuda balances his love for his work with a deep commitment to those he cares about.
°~First Impression~°
Upon first meeting Matsuda Pearson, most people would notice his warm and approachable demeanor. He exudes a sense of calm confidence, making him easy to talk to and immediately likable. His kind eyes and genuine smile give the impression that he's someone who truly listens and cares. Beneath his friendly exterior, there's a quiet determination and sharp intellect, hinting at his skill as a detective. He strikes a balance between being gentle and capable, making people feel both at ease and assured that he's someone they can trust.
°~Once You Get to Know Them~°
Once you get to know Matsuda Pearson, his deep kindness and unwavering empathy stand out. He's thoughtful, balancing his dedication to family with his passion for solving mysteries. Behind his calm demeanor is a quiet strength and strong sense of justice, making him a reliable and trusted friend.
°~Default Expression~°
A calm, gentle smile
°~MBTI Personality Type~°
Advocate
°~Extrovert, Introvert, or Ambivert?~°
Extrovert
°~Habits~°
Subtle Observation
He has a habit of quietly observing people and his surroundings, picking up on small details that others might miss, a skill honed from his detective work.
Tapping his Fingers
When deep in thought, he might unconsciously tap his fingers on a surface, signaling that his mind is at work on a puzzle or case.
Frequent Note-Taking
Matsuda keeps a small notebook with him at all times, where he jots down thoughts, case details, or personal reflections as they come to him.
Smoothing his Clothes
He habitually straightens his jacket or shirt, especially when feeling unsure or deep in concentration, as a grounding mechanism.
Gentle Reassurance
When comforting someone, he has a habit of offering a light touch on the shoulder or a soft smile to show empathy.
Late-Night Reading
He enjoys reading, particularly mysteries, and can often be found with a book late at night, using it as a way to relax and unwind after a long day.
°~Fears~°
Fear of Losing Loved Ones
As a family-oriented person, one of Matsuda's fears is losing those he cares about, whether through danger related to his work or natural circumstances. His love for his family makes this a prominent fear.
Failure to Protect Others
As a detective, Matsuda fears failing to save or help those who rely on him. He carries a strong sense of responsibility, and the thought of being unable to prevent harm weighs heavily on him.
Fear of Moral Compromise
Matsuda has a strong sense of justice, and he fears being put in situations where he’s forced to compromise his values or make a morally ambiguous decision, especially if it conflicts with his role as a detective.
Fear of Isolation
Despite his calm and composed demeanor, he has a quiet fear of being emotionally isolated, especially if his intense focus on his work distances him from his loved ones.
Fear of the Unknown
While he enjoys solving mysteries, the unknown or unsolved cases stir a more existential fear in him, particularly when he can’t find answers or closure.
°~Pet Peeves~°
Dishonesty
As a detective, Matsuda values truth and integrity. He has little patience for people who lie or try to deceive others, especially when it hurts those he’s trying to protect.
Disrespect or Rudeness
Matsuda is kind and respectful by nature, so he’s easily irritated by people who are rude or dismissive, particularly toward those who are vulnerable or in need.
Messiness or Disorganization
He may get frustrated by clutter or disorganization, as he’s methodical and detail-oriented in both his personal life and work. A messy environment might throw off his concentration.
Interruptions During Serious Moments
Whether he’s deep in thought on a case or having an important conversation, Matsuda dislikes being interrupted, especially if it feels inconsiderate or disruptive.
People Jumping to Conclusions
Matsuda believes in gathering all the facts before making decisions, so he’s annoyed by people who jump to conclusions or act impulsively without considering all the details.
》BELIEFS《
°~Religion~°
Not Religious
°~Thoughts on People in General~°
He loves people as a whole!
°~Do They Believe in~°
Ghosts? Kind of
Aliens? No
Cryptids? No
Conspiracy theories? Depends
°~Superstitions~°
Avoiding the number 4.
Knocking on Wood
Whenever he makes a hopeful statement or discusses something important going well, he might lightly knock on wood to ward off bad luck.
Full Moon Cases
Matsuda might feel uneasy about taking on new cases during a full moon, associating it with heightened danger or unpredictability.
♡LIFE♡
°~Occupation~°
Detective
°~Thoughts on Occupation~°
He absolutely adores his job! He looks forward to getting out of bed to go to work every day.
°~Dream Job~°
Detective
°~Education~°
High school + a few additional courses
°~Past Relationships~°
Ex-girlfriend (toxic)
°~Current Relationships~°
None
°~Family~°
Mother, Father
°~Hometown~°
Somerville, MA
°~Current Residence~°
Somerville, MA
°~Room/Housemates~°
None
°~Financial Status~°
Steady Income
°~Health~°
Good
°~Past Life/Backstory~°
Hm,,, I suppose that's for you to find out?
•●INTERESTS●•
°~Likes~°
Mystery Novels
He enjoys reading mystery and detective novels, both for leisure and inspiration in his work.
Nature Walks
He appreciates the outdoors and often takes walks in nature to clear his mind, reflect, or find inspiration.
Cooking
Matsuda enjoys cooking, finding it a therapeutic way to unwind after a long day and a way to show care for those he loves. (Though, he absolutely sucks at baking).
Puzzles and Games
He enjoys puzzles, brain teasers, and strategy games, relishing the challenge and the mental engagement they provide.
Quiet Time
Matsuda values moments of solitude where he can reflect and recharge, often finding peace in quiet environments.
Music
He appreciates calming music, often listening to it while working or relaxing at home. He really enjoys Classical Music.
°~Dislikes~°
Dishonesty
Matsuda strongly dislikes dishonesty and deception, both in his personal relationships and in his work as a detective.
Conflict and Aggression
He prefers harmony and dislikes confrontations or aggressive behavior, as he values kindness and understanding.
Irresponsibility
Matsuda has little patience for people who are irresponsible, especially if their actions negatively impact others.
Rushed Decisions
He dislikes when decisions are made impulsively without careful consideration, as he believes in taking the time to gather facts and think things through.
Neglecting Personal Health
Matsuda is concerned about well-being and may dislike when people neglect their health or well-being, particularly if it affects their quality of life.
Chaos and Disorder
As someone who values order, he dislikes chaotic environments or situations that lack structure, as they can be distracting and stressful.
Being Misunderstood
Matsuda dislikes when people misinterpret his intentions or assumptions about him, as he strives to be understood and connect with others.
