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Plot: Atticus Soprano is an NYPD Detective unlike any other, he's been known to ignore orders, hang out at his best friend's pub all night, and do whatever it takes to get the bad guy. However, a mysterious vigilante hitman known simply as "Ghost", begins to take out all the criminals the cops cannot catch. Serial Killers, Crime Bosses, Thug and Muggers. They all fall to the bullet of this phantom. Atticus is assigned to the case of finding the untraceable, "Ghost". What no one suspects is that, "Ghost" and Atticus are one in the same. The girl the detective has fallen for in now in danger, when some old victims of one of "Ghost's" missions return. Will Atticus be able to save the day, or will he have to run away and live the life of a vigilante hero?

MY Characters:

Atticus Soprano (AKA "Ghost")
Nathan Smith

Flavors' Characters:

Heather "Angel" Zamierwalski

Kay here's my chara.

Name: Heather "Angel" Zamierwalski (lol random last name)
Age: I'm thinking around mid-20's ???
Gender: Female (durh)
Personality: Always one to get what she wanted, Angel was a stranger to the word no. She lived a high end life, living in the upper-class part of NY. Her parents always showered her with presents and money and anything she wanted. Though, Angel never did ask for much. Worldy possesions held no value in her eyes, she actually despised the want for fancy objects and shiny things. She's very down to earth and easy to converse with, considdering she never wanted to end up like the snobbish girls at her high school. Although her parents are fabulously wealthy, and she'd never heard the word no, she was always rebellious. Angel was so rich that she felt no pain, and with feeling no pain, came the confused anger. Unable to take her anger out on anything she flushed her anger towards the government. As soon as she turned 18 she'd moved out and accepted no money from her parents. The word "No" worked it's way into her vocabulary and she started protesting just for the heck of it. Currently she was apart of the Occupy New York protest, ranting on the little jobs and lack of taxing for the upper-class, when really she just wants something to take her anger out on.
History: Her personality reveals a lot of her history.
Other: Her nickname is Angel because everyone who calls her that knows that she hates it. And people find entertainment in angering Heather farther.

lol it's okay flavors, I'll just get us started X3, lol and it's gonna be like a crime show, with like the place, day and time XD)))

Taste of Ireland Pub & Grill: Thursday, 10:30 P.M.
"I tell ya' Attie, I don't think they'll ever catch this guy." the tall, muscular pub owner sighed. He was a massive man in his late 40's, with dark red hair and a beard to match. His Irish accent was clearly audible in his speech. He spoke directly to the only other man in the bar, sitting opposite him across the bar. This man was younger, in his mid 20's. He had dark brown hair, which he wore with a short cut, his dark bangs spiked up with hair gel in the front. Metallic blue eyes to match his even skin tone. They both stared intently at the flat-screen television that was mounted on the wall of the pub, alongside a few stuffed deer heads.

"Yet another victim has fallen to the illusive killer, simply known as, "Ghost"." the reporter on the TV stated, "However the victim is none other than mass serial killer, Doug Hamlond..."

"I have to say, I've got some respect for that, "Ghost", fellow."

"Why's that, Angus?" the young man asked.

"Haven't you noticed Attie, he only target criminals... He's taking your job, laddie!" Angus said with a broad grin, that only a true Irish man could give.

"I'm just a detective, Angus." the younger replied, "They never let me have any fun. all I do is gather clues and get forensics..."

Sorry for the suck-ish bio, it was rushed):

Heather sat on the damp grass of Central Park. Deep, purple, bags had formed under her caramel colored eyes and her medium-length brown hair was tangled. She’d been sleeping out there for 2 weeks now, and for what cause? Nothing she actually cared about, she could assure anyone that. But still, here she was in the middle of the night yelling and ranting with fellow people like her.

“We are the 99!” She called to a young man passing by, he scowled at her and she scowled back. The young man went about his way and her new ‘friends’ gave her a reassuring pat. A cop passed by, he’d been hovering around for days now, looking for violence that could get them all “abducted” or arrested as most would call it. Heather stood up, slapping of grass from her pants and glaring harshly at the cop, who merely gulped and tried to hide his face.

"I would suggest we go outside, for a drink, Lad... But those durn'd protesters are out there, acroos the street in the park, they aren't to fond of cops." Angus sighed.

Atticus laughed "I'm not in uniform, Angus. So who says I'm a cop?"

"Oh I hate where this is going..."

"C'mon Angus, let's go!' Atticus smirked turning and walking out the front door, his massive Irish friend close behind. they both paused and looked over across the street at the protesters.

"Maybe "Ghost" is actually a protester..." Angus voiced.

"Protesters don't use guns in that manner, Angus..." Atticus sighed as the men started walking slowly across the street and through the park.

Heather started friendly conversation with a man who’d lost everything, though he was surprisingly cheerful. Heather was good at getting information out of people without them realizing it, and by the end of their conversation; Heather knew practically everything about the man. She smiled with cool triumph and bounded off to go yell at someone to join the protest. Her caramel eyes located a man around hr age and an Irish man a good 20 years older than her. Maybe father and son if they didn’t look completely different. Heather danced over to them and smiled, hr smile said this: Prepare to learn!

“My good sirs! The American Government of today is being run by overpaid men and women in office! And what do they spend the tax money on? Themselves! They use that money for themselves and leave the rest of us to starve on the streets! The one percent of America, the percent that makes a TON of money, is getting taxed just like everyone else! Well, we are the Robin Hoods of the American Public! We are the 99!” She chanted proudly. Heather had put together that speech 2 weeks prior to the event, and so far it hadn’t done a thing for her.

"Oh good lord..." Angus sighed under his breath, knowing only Atticus could hear him, due to his trained ears. Atticus stepped on his foot, knowing it wouldn't hurt the giant man, but hoping to shut him up. Angus rolled his eyes but shut his mouth, he knew Atticus didn't care about what she was saying, but because she was a pretty girl, the detective gave her his full attention.

Heather grinned to herself; they were the only people who hadn’t walked away.
“Further more! If you are appalled by what you hear, we, the 99% of America that is unemployed, offer you a place in our protest! Think of the opportunities! You’d be helping a cause that most think is silly, but it’s not! America no longer stands for liberation! We are segregated! We are being pulled apart by our ‘responsible’ men ad women in office, because they only have an eye for the earned dollar! Their jobs no longer mean ‘Freedom’ or ‘Liberty’, no. Their jobs are all possessed by the want to be the one percent of America that makes a higher income! It’s futile that we get our voices heard! That the people of America do not succumb to poverty! Already children on the streets are withering without a prayer in the world! Join the peaceful protest and change the face of America forever!” Heather chimed, throwing her arms wide at the end. Her medium length hair swished at her shoulders, and her dancing caramel eyes forced upon her words, making whoever was looking at them yield and listen.

"Quiet inspirational points, Lassie..." Angus said trying to say the right things while glancing at Atticus who smirked at him. "We're not exactly the type of aristocrats to protest.." Atticus just listened quietly.

Heather did not falter at the large Scottish man’s words. Instead she just flashed an easy grin and changed her stare to the young man. He’d been quiet the entire time, but he had a clean cut look. He looked like a cop. Heather stiffened, she wouldn’t make any assumptions, but still. She got a bad feeling from this guy. Heather felt her shoulders slump, if he was a cop, the next part of her speech would only upset him. With a heavy sigh, Heather rolled her eyes and took a step away from them.
“Listen, we’re just trying to keep America civilized, that’s all. Here, take these, it shows support.” She said handing them both wrist bands that said in lime green font “We are the 99!” and then had a website address on the other side.

"Ehm, thank you lassie, we'll show our support in any ways we can..."

"Yeah..." Atticus agreed putting on his bracelet "...We aren't the type to stand around and protest, but umm when an opportunity arises we'll be sure to bring up the.. 99.." He said charmingly, Angus rolled his eye.

Heather bit her lip and nodded, at least they supported the cause. It was slightly cold out, and Heather was without a jacket. She shivered and blew into her hands, her elf like nose was red from the cold.

"Well, I'm kind of running this thing, until the cops shut us down tomarrow. If you have any questions just shoot me an email, you can get it on the site." Heather said, rubbing her arms and surpressing a need to shiver.

"I... might just do that..." Atticus nodded then saw haw cold she was, he was tempted to offer her his jacket but decided against it.

Heather grinned in truimph. If she was like one thing, that thing would be coffee. From her scent, warm and like the early morning sun. To her looks, her skin tone a lush shade of pale tan, her hair and eyes a warm brown color. To her hyper disposition. Yes, coffee summed her up very well. Heather turned on her heel and began to dance off "See ya'!" She chimed as she skipped off.

"Gosh Attie, can you go anywhere without flirting?" Angus asked, as they started walking.

"I guess I could." Atticus shrugged with a grin, then he looked at the time, "I gotta go... I have... work, to do."

"Alright good bye, Atticus."

"Later..."