IGN: Shmotato | Shmobamaa
Describe your activity on the server:
My activity on srp has remained rather constant for a very long time. As I’ve stated in a few of my other applications, I have been in the community for quite some time and I hope to remain in it for a long time to come. As of right now I am in college however on summer break, entering my last semester this upcoming fall. I do work as a server at a restaurant so my hours fluctuate and are not very constant. With that being said I am online whenever I am not at work or at volleyball practice which I attend Wednesdays at 8pm-11pm. Below is the most accurate time chart I can give of my activity and when to expect me on the server.
Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Thursday | Friday | Saturday | Sunday |
4pm - 4am I usually work at 11 am on mondays and typically am out around 4 or 5. Then I am free for the rest of the day | All day long I do not have classes or work on tuesdays, so I am free the entire day. | 7am -8pm, 11:30pm - 7am I have volleyball at 8pm and get out at 11:30pm, otherwise im free until then and anytime after then. | All day long I do not have classes or work on tuesdays, so I am free the entire day. | I usually work morning but occasionally work all day so this will have to be played by ear | 4pm - 4am I usually work at 11 am on saturdays and typically am out around 4 or 5. Then I am free for the rest of the day | 4pm - 4am I usually work at 11 am on sundays and typically am out around 4 or 5. Then I am free for the rest of the day |
Specify your Discord username and if you have a microphone:
I do have a microphone yes, and my discord is Shmobamaa
Specify your country of origin and time zone:
United States | EST
What are your motivations in applying for the black market dealer role?
My motivations have not changed from what I’ve stated in my previous application, however more has been added and I feel an even larger drive than before to become a BMD. The crime faction/side of SRP has been a large part of my roleplay experience ever since late 2018 entering into early 2019. It’s given me so much enjoyment and knowledge on how to for one better my experience as well as be more creative in the roleplays I get into with others hopefully bettering my experience as well. My first time becoming BMD, I had a lot of plans and a lot of different events I wanted to propose, one of which I am aware was already carried out. I also do not feel as though I got to fully experience everything BMD has to offer, which only fuels my desire even more to return to the faction. Not only this but I want to return and become even more acquainted with the current BMD’s and their characters, getting them involved with the ideas I did not get too the first time around.
To add onto this, the majority of the characters on srp are criminals, however the reasons they are, and how they came to be is unique and the stories behind them are nothing short of telling, this allows me too not only build off of these characters, but it allows me to better formulate more ideas for lore and different types of roleplay other people within the crime faction can become involved with, in turn giving not only myself but my peers a better experience all around. I have recently applied as well as left the KPD faction, which my time there was short but enjoyable. I have made a lot of friends, ones of which I truly enjoyed talking too and spending time with, both OOCLY and ICLY. They welcomed me into an entirely new side of SRP that I was truthfully very wary of joining for a long time, and although it was not fully for me. I can confidently say that I absolutely loved every moment I spent within KPD and I love all of the members within it (Shout out to you kay pee dee faction I love you guys and especially to my two trainers I love yew guys a lot.)
What helps you to stand out from other applicants & what can you uniquely provide to the team?
What helps me stand out to other applicants? I’d say I have excellent communication skills. This is as well as the fact that I'm reliable, a person with a plethora of ideas that can adapt and collaborate with the other dealers to create a roleplay experience we will all be able to enjoy as time goes on. If I'm accepted, I don't plan on leaving unless I end up quitting srp as a whole which I cant see happening anytime soon. I want to make the idea of the 'Crime Community' to not be this overly hated and frowned upon thing. My opinion and goals remain the same in that stand point. I wish to give not only a better outlook on the crime faction but give people a more enjoyable and thrilling experience. I want to offer up my full effort and consideration for not only players characters but their opinions and thought processes OOCLY. I consider myself a very open minded person, this allows it to be easy for people to approach me with an idea, or ask me questions about certain situations. I want to be someone that people feel like they can trust without fear of being judged or looked down upon with whatever they may be planning.
What previous experience do you have in working with a team?
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B.M.D
At the start of July of last year I became a BMD for my character Juuzou Samura. This was the ultimate chance of being able to fully understand what it was like to be a Black Market Dealer. I made a lot of new friendships, as well as ICLY friendships with both Dealers and other people within the Crime Faction itself. I truly cherished each moment and experience I gained with everyone that I interacted with throughout this time. As a Dealer, I had my own B.M.D.A’s and even had the assistance from others as well. Giving me not only team experience but Leadership experience which I hope to further even more.
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Multiple Gangs within the server
Unforgiven, River, River V2, Kishi Division, Adobansu, Mefiesto, etc.
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Gang Higher-Up position
Throughout my time on SRP I have been the higher up in 4 different gangs on the server. Such as second in command in Unforgiven, this was around my 4 year mark of the server as well as a Strike Division lead in both River V2 and Adobansu, and lastly a Training commander in Kishi Division. As well as Mefiesto as one of the lower ranking members due to me being fairly new into the gang, teamwork has always been a major part of my roleplay experience, as well as giving me some small leadership experience, which I have further gained through more of my experiences on the server and in real life.
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Factions
[Teacher/Nurse/Volleyball Team]
When you are in a teaching faction, there isn’t much that involves interaction with others in your faction; however, I didn’t particularly like this and decided to find a way to interact more. In this self given quest to find more interactions, I realized there was one simple solution: collaborative classes. With this I decided to allow other teachers to join. I made it my classes as well as asked if I could assist in other teachers' classes. my goal to attempt to partner with as many other teachers as I could to bring a merged type of class to the scene. This also greatly helped my coordination skills. As a nurse I got a bit more interaction as teachers and other faculty were actively bringing students to the nurses office due to fights, being drunk on school grounds etc. I have also recently joined the college volleyball team, something I’ve been working towards for a few months prior to the tryouts. Joining the volleyball team has given me a very strong sense of camaraderie and an even better understanding of how a team is supposed to work, it has also allowed me to become better at quick thinking, and decisive with my actions, given that I play setter it is my job too not only help my teammates score, but keep things unpredictable to not allow the other team to score.
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KPD
Although it was brief, I was a part of the Karakura Police Department, this gave me a better understanding of how teamwork should go. The training primarily focuses on different ways to ensure the safety of my fellow officers and showing me different procedures that can be helpful even outside of KPD. I was very lucky as well as fortunate to be a part of this faction and learn so much from the members within it. This has given me a better perspective of how I can work on a team and be more detailed with my roleplay in that aspect.
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B.M.D.A
I used to be Fredastics B.M.D.A better known ICLY as (RORSCHACH) This was before my first time being a BMD, and it allowed me to get a better insight as to what there was for me to expect within the crime faction working for the Market. It gave me a lot of experience, and immersed me much more into the server.
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Koji family Security
Alibet it was only for a short amount of time,I still had the pleasure of working with everyone who was appointed into the Security role with me. During this short period I worked as second in command for the Security Division of the Koji family. In this I was tasked with keeping many of the members of said family safe as well as providing security for planned events such as family parties, meetings, and at one point an underground rave. This was a rather enjoyable thing to be in, before taking my leave from the family entirely.
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Real Life Experiences
Throughout my life I have been a part of some form of team, this being primarily in school as I joined quite a few clubs in middle school as well as joining the track and field team and the Wrestling team. I also just played a LOT of video games, most of which were competitive, qualifying for a few tournaments with some friends and some who I had hardly known. I am all for creating chemistry and adapting to the way others do things in order to ensure the most amount of fun for myself, and those involved as well as to achieve whatever goals are set. In senior year of high school, I also helped create a volleyball club and was very active in said club throughout the remainder of my senior year. As of now, I currently play volleyball every wednesday. The people I’ve met that I play with have been so kind and helpful, teaching me not only how to be a better player but allowing me to build chemistry with them to better our team as a whole. This I feel gives me more insight on how to learn to understand and see what works for the people I work with/play with both on the court and in general for any other team based things I do.
What suggestions do you have to help better the crime faction?
Weapons and Equipment
For starters, I believe adding new weapons with special attributes would allow for a new type of roleplay experience for crimerpers and gangrpers alike. This of course is a suggestion that would need to be approved by Admins and the Owner of the server however taking into consideration how custom weapons are no longer allowed, this could prove helpful and a better alternative for allowing players to have more new and unique types of weapons, also giving more business to dealers.
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Bolas
Price: ¥70,000
Range: 3-5 blocks throwing wise, 2 blocks for use as a physical weapon.
Description: Two Steel balls connected via an aluminum cable. (hah balls) This item is used to both catch and restrain one's opponent. Right clicking them in a chase will allow you to throw the Bolas, similar to KPD’s taser, if hit the bolas would then wrap around the targets legs and ensnare them in a trap allowing you to catch up. The one who is caught would then have to both action and roll in order to remove them as well as standing up from the laying/standing position. This gives the thrower a better chance to do whatever they need to do. However, that is not the only use of this item as it can also be used as a blunt weapon similar to nunchucks, with a range of 2 blocks they are capable of doing 2 k/o points per hit. However they are able to be stolen from the hands. It would also be good to mention that if they are thrown, they are NOT allowed to be used to deal a K/O point or to cause any sort of harm, they can only be used to trip/ensnare another player. This entire item could also have a similar plugin as stated prior like a taser, and if the roll is won then the thrower would do a command to free the one who is stuck.
Necessary Rank: UVG/VG+
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FlashBang
Price: ¥100,000
Range: 5 Blocks
Description: This item is a bit simple to understand but making it work in SRP would be complicated so allow me to explain how I think it’d work. For starters the effects it would have would be both blindness and nausea, both of these effects lasting only 10 seconds OOCLY. This gives enough time for whoever threw it to make their move, not only this, but it would also result in a skip of the affected players actions up, giving the thrower one more action to attack and or subdue their staggered opponent. How I feel this could work is one of two ways. It is a throwable item similar to baseballs and or basketballs, and it bounces off the ground, having a 3 second timer before going off, or going off on impact. Once hitting the ground it would give the surrounding players the respected status effects. The other way I believe this could work is if after right clicking, it could be thrown, still in the ways that a baseball or basketball are, but instead of doing anything on impact, it spawns a “shrieker” (the minecraft block) and the sound gets replaced with the sound of a flashbang, thus giving the blindness effect a minecraft shrieker does when roaming the deep dark.
Required Rank: VG+
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Reinforced Helmet
Price: ¥85,000
Description:This new helmet would be introduced as well to pair along with it or for solo use. The reinforced helmet would essentially be the same as a Ballistic, however it would protect all sides of the head, and come with built in high-grade earmuffs that would protect you from the effects of the flashbang, . This helmet would still be possible to be k/o’d with via any blunt hits with a bat and or bat like weapons. A spiked bat doing 2 points instead of 3. This helmet would also come with a chin strap, making it impossible to be forced off of your head unless you are k/o’d and or being searched by KPD.
Required Rank: VG+
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Events
Criminal. . .Underworld?!?!
Pact of the Hollow Moon
The final week of October shines down a Crescent moon, seemingly normal, though it appears. .Hollow. After each passing day the moon becomes more full, glowing brighter and appearing bigger however remaining “empty” This being a rare Celestial event - The Hollow Moon–occurs once every few centuries, weakening the veil between the spirit world and the mortal realm. The shrine workers who are tasked with keeping the town of Karakura safe, and safeguarding the balance between realms, prepare to perform an ancient and sacred ritual to keep spirits at peace and seal them away for good. However, BMD and the criminals alike are able to learn more about this ancient event through a Relic that resides within the mountain adjacent to the Takagi Hut.
Factions and Roles
Shrine Faction
- Being tasked with guarding the spiritual balance throughout the month of October especially the final week.
- Already being made aware of the Hollow moon and preparing for the massive sealing they will be able to wield specially gifted items allowing them to purify possessed individuals or banish the influence a spirit has on them.
- Each shrine worker is trained in different categories to allow for more efficient and inclusive roleplay.
Crime Faction - Recently discovered Forbidden spirit-binding knowledge
- Using a Stolen artifact and or ritual from the cave adjacent to the Takagi hut to contact malevolent spirits.
- Upon making a deal with these spirits they are able to gain certain abilities that can ONLY be used in the event and will come with their own limiters and hindrances, causing them to become risky to use. Such as enhanced speed, slightly enhanced strength, and enhanced sight, and hearing. These powers come with their own risk and ultimately being more detrimental the longer they are used.
- Some criminals would become Possessed and or succumb to ailments after prolonged exposure to the spirit abilities and or after making a deal with said spirits.
- Upon making a deal with a spirit, they are immediately bonded to this spirit and their spirit MUST be online in order for said given abilities and or possession to take place.
Event Structure
Theft
After hearing much about the undoing of the seal between the spirit world and the mortal one, they devise a plan to figure out how to use it for their own personal gain. Hearing talk about a relic embedded deep within the cave of the mountain aside the Takagi hut. A week before the Hollow Moon, embarking on this plan, they steal said relic, The Moonbound Mirror. A sacred and heavily cursed item allowing contact with spirits. Unknowingly awakening angry, exiled spirits and quickening the undoing of their own demise.
Pact
After reading the inscriptions engraved on both the walls of the cave, as well as the back of the mirror the criminals would then perform a dark ritual in a ruined location (e.g. the abandoned train station and or another heavily ruined area.) Afterwards summoning forth multiple spirits (played by our lovely event and lore team members). These spirits would then twist the minds of the criminals filled with greed, and more power they would offer to enhance their physical capabilities, with the only price being to aid them in their goal of permanently merging the realms, allowing any and all spirits with a strong enough will/earthly connection to pass through both planes of existence whenever they please.
The Battle of the Hollow Moon
On the night of the event, the moon turns hollow, drained of its natural light and darkening the skies, coating the town of Karakura in a clouded and haunting veil. The shrine workers stand ready at the base of the Takagi Hut mountain. As the criminals climb from the sewers, making their march towards the forest, with newfound abilities and or complete possession, being nothing more than puppets of the undead, crawling directly from the criminal underworld. Roleplay and actions being influenced by the spirits that would be told to the chosen criminals for this event, as well as allowing other criminals to be present that are not under any spiritual influence; to assist the spirits still believing they are still gaining something.
Twists
Unstable Pact: Spirits could begin to turn on their hosts, leading to temporary loss of control, that being full possession afterwards resulting in complete loss of memory of anything that happened after the corruption. This being able to happen, however should the host deem their will strong enough, they are able to roll ONCE, out of 150 whilst spirits roll out of 200, this being the hosts singular attempt at regaining control of their body.
Double Possession
A shrine member becomes possessed by a benevolent spirit to gain more power and be more capable of protecting their allies, along with battling against the corrupted criminals. This still comes with its own side effects.
Conclusion
After successfully battling off and ridding the criminals of the spiritual influence, the shrine workers are able to successfully seal off the spirits, keeping the peace between the realms as they once again save Karakura from a haunting October.
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(I am well aware that this event is extremely unlikely to happen, this suggestion was purely to challenge myself of how creative I could be with an event as I do not plan them often. Below is a much simpler event idea that is more feasible.)
Event Two
Highway from Hell
Engines roared, and the smell of burning rubber filled the streets of Karakura. Illegal street races have been lighting up the backroads and alleyways. Once upon a time, being a small business lead by the market, the street racers have decided to take things into their own hands, hearing about turfs, and a way to make a quick buck all while reminding the residents of Karakura that their very much still around, and their engines are still warm. Things begin to boil even more after finding out a beloved racer has been killed by one of the gangs within Karakura. The racers demand revenge, cops are beginning to crack down even more on the increase in criminal activity, all while The market tightens its grip. The streets are about to be littered with burnt rubber, and maybe even blood.
Factions and Roles
Street racers
Theft
After hearing much about the undoing of the seal between the spirit world and the mortal one, they devise a plan to figure out how to use it for their own personal gain. Hearing talk about a relic embedded deep within the cave of the mountain aside the Takagi hut. A week before the Hollow Moon, embarking on this plan, they steal said relic, The Moonbound Mirror. A sacred and heavily cursed item allowing contact with spirits. Unknowingly awakening angry, exiled spirits and quickening the undoing of their own demise.
Pact
After reading the inscriptions engraved on both the walls of the cave, as well as the back of the mirror the criminals would then perform a dark ritual in a ruined location (e.g. the abandoned train station and or another heavily ruined area.) Afterwards summoning forth multiple spirits (played by our lovely event and lore team members). These spirits would then twist the minds of the criminals filled with greed, and more power they would offer to enhance their physical capabilities, with the only price being to aid them in their goal of permanently merging the realms, allowing any and all spirits with a strong enough will/earthly connection to pass through both planes of existence whenever they please.
The Battle of the Hollow Moon
On the night of the event, the moon turns hollow, drained of its natural light and darkening the skies, coating the town of Karakura in a clouded and haunting veil. The shrine workers stand ready at the base of the Takagi Hut mountain. As the criminals climb from the sewers, making their march towards the forest, with newfound abilities and or complete possession, being nothing more than puppets of the undead, crawling directly from the criminal underworld. Roleplay and actions being influenced by the spirits that would be told to the chosen criminals for this event, as well as allowing other criminals to be present that are not under any spiritual influence; to assist the spirits still believing they are still gaining something.
Twists
Unstable Pact: Spirits could begin to turn on their hosts, leading to temporary loss of control, that being full possession afterwards resulting in complete loss of memory of anything that happened after the corruption. This being able to happen, however should the host deem their will strong enough, they are able to roll ONCE, out of 150 whilst spirits roll out of 200, this being the hosts singular attempt at regaining control of their body.
Double Possession
A shrine member becomes possessed by a benevolent spirit to gain more power and be more capable of protecting their allies, along with battling against the corrupted criminals. This still comes with its own side effects.
Conclusion
After successfully battling off and ridding the criminals of the spiritual influence, the shrine workers are able to successfully seal off the spirits, keeping the peace between the realms as they once again save Karakura from a haunting October.
READ ME
(I am well aware that this event is extremely unlikely to happen, this suggestion was purely to challenge myself of how creative I could be with an event as I do not plan them often. Below is a much simpler event idea that is more feasible.)
Event Two
Highway from Hell
Engines roared, and the smell of burning rubber filled the streets of Karakura. Illegal street races have been lighting up the backroads and alleyways. Once upon a time, being a small business lead by the market, the street racers have decided to take things into their own hands, hearing about turfs, and a way to make a quick buck all while reminding the residents of Karakura that their very much still around, and their engines are still warm. Things begin to boil even more after finding out a beloved racer has been killed by one of the gangs within Karakura. The racers demand revenge, cops are beginning to crack down even more on the increase in criminal activity, all while The market tightens its grip. The streets are about to be littered with burnt rubber, and maybe even blood.
Factions and Roles
Street racers
- The street racers will first hold an Illegal memorial race in defiance of the city ban, as well as the death of their member.
- They will bring up this death to the Dealer running the business, expressing their immense amount of concern and wanting a plan of action to take place.
- After being denied this, and or being told it wasn’t a priority, they will take matters into their own hands and investigate it themselves.
- They will hold smaller races, and spark fear into the citizens of Karakura, while also making it known they are here to take over, and enact revenge on whomever dared kill their member.
Black Market Dealers
- After denying the street racers their revenge, they will use the upcoming chaos to solidify control of the racing scene, as well as secure their own safety of the Market’s whereabouts and nature.
- They will use intimidation tactics to gain more control, and or recruit their own independent racers to beat the current street racers in a way of making them submit and fall back in line.
- Gaining evidence of the murder, they can either use this to plant it on someone, or a cop.
Karakura Police Department
- Kpd will be at an all time high, shutting down illegal racing hubs
- They will also be investigating the murder of the street racer, detectives coming up with new and more unorthodox ideas on how to both solve the case, and return the peace too the streets of Karakura.
- Detectives will potentially go undercover to infiltrate race meets and expose the plans of the street racers as well as the plans told to the “newly recruited” racers under the Dealers.
Civilians, Reporters, & the gang responsible
- Civilians will be present to bet on races, or if the gang responsible for the murder is present, collect intel and manipulate both sides for their own person gain as well as security.
- Record races to leak footage to the media, and or sell too Reporters/KPD
- Act as a scapegoat for the racers, or whomever they are attempting to side with
- Reporters will obviously be spreading the news of the increase in racing hubs, and potentially being contacted by the street racers to deliver a special message to all of Karakura.
Event Structure/Mechanics
Race Courses
Set up improvised tracks in the streets of karakura, even opening some back alleys using barriers and signs, as well as custom made checkpoints. This can happen gradually and be a drawn out event that lasts multiple days.
Custom Vehicles
Allowing for custom vehicles that are specially modified via the auto shop, giving some racers an edge over others due to having faster engines as well as giving more into the immersion of some racers being “better” than others.
Secret Garage
Both the street racers and the ones recruited by the market, will have their own garages where they can plan, and finetune their vehicles. Both being able to map out shortcuts in race tracks, as well as the race route themselves.
Murder Site Investigation
A crime scene with police tape, and forensics equipment, as well as having clues and possible leads to aid KPD in solving the murder of the street racer.
Twists!
Snitches within the racers
Someone could be leaking route info to cops, or the Market, making the street racers have to work harder
Rigged race
A big race ends in betrayal when someone uses one of the races to gain something out of pure jealousy and greed.
High-Speed chase
Live chase across the town, that does not result in ANY injuries, however it involves law enforcement pursuing street racers and potentially apprehending them.
Conclusions!
Race Courses
Set up improvised tracks in the streets of karakura, even opening some back alleys using barriers and signs, as well as custom made checkpoints. This can happen gradually and be a drawn out event that lasts multiple days.
Custom Vehicles
Allowing for custom vehicles that are specially modified via the auto shop, giving some racers an edge over others due to having faster engines as well as giving more into the immersion of some racers being “better” than others.
Secret Garage
Both the street racers and the ones recruited by the market, will have their own garages where they can plan, and finetune their vehicles. Both being able to map out shortcuts in race tracks, as well as the race route themselves.
Murder Site Investigation
A crime scene with police tape, and forensics equipment, as well as having clues and possible leads to aid KPD in solving the murder of the street racer.
Twists!
Snitches within the racers
Someone could be leaking route info to cops, or the Market, making the street racers have to work harder
Rigged race
A big race ends in betrayal when someone uses one of the races to gain something out of pure jealousy and greed.
High-Speed chase
Live chase across the town, that does not result in ANY injuries, however it involves law enforcement pursuing street racers and potentially apprehending them.
Conclusions!
- KPD Successfully shuts down the races, as well as solving the murder, as the racing scene collapses the city’s streets go quiet.
- The street racers gain control, and find out who murdered their racer, not only this but they gain possible numbers allowing them to become an even more feared group within the criminal underworld.
- The Black Market takes over the racing scene once more, reminding the racers and criminals alike who is truly at the top, and racing returns to being another part of their empire.
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A New BMD Business!
Forgers
"Heat hides all sin, let us make it vanish."
I got this idea whilst I was lying in bed the other night but never really fully thought about how it could work. At first, I wanted it to be a way to potentially bring back custom weapons, but I know that is against the Minecraft EULA. SO my new idea is this
The Foundry - An underground weapon forging and Laundering Operation!
The Forgers specialize in removing blood, prints, and damage from weapons, masks, and other items used in crime. They are well known for leaving weapons looking factory new. - No one can trace the weapon back to a fight or a crime. This would add new status affects to weapons after they are used in crime. That being the bloodied status effect, and or the Dented status effect. Also bringing a brand-new side effect to weapons, Durability. The way that this would work is rather simple, after completing an action, such as hitting someone with a bat. You would simply follow through by doing a command as follows.
The more dents your bat has, the closer it gets to breaking, after about 4-5 uses with said bat, it would no longer be viable to use. Resulting in you needing to take it to the Foundry.
The same thing would be the exact same but with Sharps, the sequence of actions going as the following.
After 4-5 successful uses, your katana would have accumulated enough damage, being rendered useless. Also resulting in needing to be taken to the Foundry. Now here comes the question you may have. "How do you contact the foundry?" Well, the foundry is open to any and all criminals, and can be contacted through a special Ikigai Channel, where a worker would then respond and tell you too to meet with your weapon and or damaged mask. Upon meeting the Forger, you will be asked a few questions regarding the damage dealt to the weapon, along with the requests of what you are asking, afterwards being given a price, and Forgers will take their payment UPFRONT. To avoid being scammed and or robbed. Although why would you try and rob someone who is there to fix your weapon? Only fools would do that! They MAKE THE WEAPONS!!!!!!
Speaking of, Im sure that you all are wondering "In the beginning you said weapon upgrades! what are these upgrades!" Well, let me explain
Weapon Upgrades
Forgers are not just labeled forgers because they can fix up your poorly damaged weapons, they MAKE upgrades with the ones you bring in! This does NOT include custom weapons. With that disclaimer out of the way allow me to explain. You may take baseball bats, ballistics, and pocketknives, katanas and nagis into the foundry to get them upgraded to not only have better durability but also have better stats. Making reinforced bats, allowing them to still do 2 hits to the head with a balli on, Bringing back an old weapon from the past as an upgraded version of a katana. The Odachi Katana, giving katana's more durability as well as 4 block range. turning ballistics into Reinforced Helmets (I know I said they could be a new thing for BMDS to sell but this is an alternative.) etc. These upgrades could prove useful to criminals alike, and add a lot more to the roleplay aspect of using your weapons, calling for more strategic use, and more interaction/roleplay after using them.
Now, another question you may have is, well doesnt this just take away from BMDS selling weapons? No! not at all, because if you want to upgrade your weapon, you have to first buy it from BMD, and after you either get it stolen, or confiscated by KPD. You'll need to call BMD to buy a new normal one, thus giving a repetitive cycle, bringing in money for dealers, as well as the Forgers.
Are you familiar with all rules pertaining to weapon profiles, combat, permissions, and player conduct on the server?
Yes, I am fully aware of these and agree with them since it stops people from lying to play about rules/stats.
Are you familiar with the idea that if you leave the black market at any point, the black market lead will have permanent kill permissions on your character?
Yes I am aware about this rule, and I agree with it, because that character who you played for black market would know everything about what they do. Where the hideouts are so if they have kill permissions on that character, it makes it so you cannot tell anyone who may harm the Black market.
Are you familiar with the fact that if your character(s) is/are killed or permanently arrested twice, you will be removed from the black market?
Yes, I am familiar with this rule and agree with it because you cannot have unlimited chances in the crime faction, especially as a BM dealer.
Are you familiar with that you cannot reveal any out-of-character plans or potential addition to the black market to others?
Yes, I am fully aware, and I agree with this because it can stop the surprise of who is going to be the new addition to the Black market. And if you reveal any plans that the black market has such as events it can make sure that everything runs smoothly and no metagaming happens to ruin the event's outcome.
A New BMD Business!
Forgers
"Heat hides all sin, let us make it vanish."
I got this idea whilst I was lying in bed the other night but never really fully thought about how it could work. At first, I wanted it to be a way to potentially bring back custom weapons, but I know that is against the Minecraft EULA. SO my new idea is this
The Foundry - An underground weapon forging and Laundering Operation!
The Forgers specialize in removing blood, prints, and damage from weapons, masks, and other items used in crime. They are well known for leaving weapons looking factory new. - No one can trace the weapon back to a fight or a crime. This would add new status affects to weapons after they are used in crime. That being the bloodied status effect, and or the Dented status effect. Also bringing a brand-new side effect to weapons, Durability. The way that this would work is rather simple, after completing an action, such as hitting someone with a bat. You would simply follow through by doing a command as follows.
/Me Slams the bat directly into the individual's jaw. -> /Roll 150 -> Upon winning the roll you would then type /Hit and then click on the person you struck with the bat. Thus, leaving your bat dented.
The more dents your bat has, the closer it gets to breaking, after about 4-5 uses with said bat, it would no longer be viable to use. Resulting in you needing to take it to the Foundry.
The same thing would be the exact same but with Sharps, the sequence of actions going as the following.
/Me Pulls the Katana back, before thrusting it directly into the individual's liver. -> /Me Roll 150 -> Upon winning the action you would then type /Stab and then click on the person you stabbed, similar to the /grab command, A chat prompt popping up in chat saying "You have stabbed! [RPNAME]" Thus, leaving your katana with the Bloodied status effect.
After 4-5 successful uses, your katana would have accumulated enough damage, being rendered useless. Also resulting in needing to be taken to the Foundry. Now here comes the question you may have. "How do you contact the foundry?" Well, the foundry is open to any and all criminals, and can be contacted through a special Ikigai Channel, where a worker would then respond and tell you too to meet with your weapon and or damaged mask. Upon meeting the Forger, you will be asked a few questions regarding the damage dealt to the weapon, along with the requests of what you are asking, afterwards being given a price, and Forgers will take their payment UPFRONT. To avoid being scammed and or robbed. Although why would you try and rob someone who is there to fix your weapon? Only fools would do that! They MAKE THE WEAPONS!!!!!!
Speaking of, Im sure that you all are wondering "In the beginning you said weapon upgrades! what are these upgrades!" Well, let me explain
Weapon Upgrades
Forgers are not just labeled forgers because they can fix up your poorly damaged weapons, they MAKE upgrades with the ones you bring in! This does NOT include custom weapons. With that disclaimer out of the way allow me to explain. You may take baseball bats, ballistics, and pocketknives, katanas and nagis into the foundry to get them upgraded to not only have better durability but also have better stats. Making reinforced bats, allowing them to still do 2 hits to the head with a balli on, Bringing back an old weapon from the past as an upgraded version of a katana. The Odachi Katana, giving katana's more durability as well as 4 block range. turning ballistics into Reinforced Helmets (I know I said they could be a new thing for BMDS to sell but this is an alternative.) etc. These upgrades could prove useful to criminals alike, and add a lot more to the roleplay aspect of using your weapons, calling for more strategic use, and more interaction/roleplay after using them.
Now, another question you may have is, well doesnt this just take away from BMDS selling weapons? No! not at all, because if you want to upgrade your weapon, you have to first buy it from BMD, and after you either get it stolen, or confiscated by KPD. You'll need to call BMD to buy a new normal one, thus giving a repetitive cycle, bringing in money for dealers, as well as the Forgers.
Are you familiar with all rules pertaining to weapon profiles, combat, permissions, and player conduct on the server?
Yes, I am fully aware of these and agree with them since it stops people from lying to play about rules/stats.
Are you familiar with the idea that if you leave the black market at any point, the black market lead will have permanent kill permissions on your character?
Yes I am aware about this rule, and I agree with it, because that character who you played for black market would know everything about what they do. Where the hideouts are so if they have kill permissions on that character, it makes it so you cannot tell anyone who may harm the Black market.
Are you familiar with the fact that if your character(s) is/are killed or permanently arrested twice, you will be removed from the black market?
Yes, I am familiar with this rule and agree with it because you cannot have unlimited chances in the crime faction, especially as a BM dealer.
Are you familiar with that you cannot reveal any out-of-character plans or potential addition to the black market to others?
Yes, I am fully aware, and I agree with this because it can stop the surprise of who is going to be the new addition to the Black market. And if you reveal any plans that the black market has such as events it can make sure that everything runs smoothly and no metagaming happens to ruin the event's outcome.
A gloved hand extended outwards, holding a sealed envelope inside which contained a document.
“If you’d like an autograph, I’d be happy to oblige”
Full Legal Name | Levi Belov |
|---|---|
Criminal Alias | The Knave |
Age & Occupation | 19 (would turn 21 if accepted.) Employee Mai-Yume Intel Gatherer |
Gender & Marital Status | Male Single |
Ethnicity & Race | Russian |
Known Languages | Japanese, Russian, Latin |
Former Associations/Occupations | Ruka Zmei (Serpent's Hand) - Lead Director, Moscow Russia Ruka Zmei - Business Director, and Chairman, Moscow Russia |
Highest Level of Education | Bachelors and High school Diploma. |
Physical Illnesses | Mental Illnesses |
N/A | Psychogenic Tremor - A specific type of psychological disorder that causes tremors throughout different parts of the body, typically the hands and fingers, and other involuntary movements that are not due to an organic cause. GAD - Generalized Anxiety Disorder, another psychological disorder that causes heightened stress or tension within one's mind and body, resulting in panic attacks, as well as paranoia and other symptoms. OCD - (Obsessive-compulsive disorder) a long-lasting disorder in which a person experiences uncontrollable and recurring thoughts (obsessions), engages in repetitive behaviors (compulsions), or both. |
Known Family Members:
Mother - Yasna Belov | Status - DECEASED |
Father - Ivan Belov | Status - ALIVE |
Sister - Pomona Belov | Status - ALIVE |
Describe your character's appearance to the greatest detail:
“Go on darling, stare as long as you’d like”
Levi Belov is a tall, enigmatic figure standing at the staggering height of six foot three. With a calm and unsettling presence that seems to stretch beyond the physical–his presence filling any room that he enters, similar to that of a fog creeping in the seams. The latter moved with the grace of a dancer and the precision of a surgeon, every gesture deliberate, every action elegant, every motion speaking of pure cultivated restraint. His voice, low and deliberate, yet smooth and harmonic, being laced with a thick Russian accent. Each syllable is cut with surgical precision, as if he measures language the way others measure poison. Speaking with respect, he hardly used casual or crude words, always a “sir,” “madam,” though not shying from the flirtatious hold that kept a tight leash on his tongue.
His clothing reflects the very same anachronistic elegance; self tailored suits of crimson and charcoal, cufflinks shining like miniature daggers, pocket squares folded with geometric perfection. Brought together nicely with a red belt laced with a golden chain that made its striking and eye-catching appearance on every outfit he wore. Levi dresses not merely to impress, but to assert dominion over time itself, as though he wholeheartedly refused to acknowledge the century he proudly stepped through. His posture is regal, unmarred by haste or fatigue, mirroring a man who’s never had to run from anything–or no longer remembers the sensation of having to flee.
His hair, a striking shade of crimson red with black undertones, Swept back only a few strands hanging into his face, with clinical neatness. As if not a singular strand of his hair dared to defy him. In dim light, it seems to shimmer with an almost unnatural sheen, only catering more to the unsettling perfection the male carried with him. His skin is pale, though not sickly, if you were lucky enough to gaze beneath the cuffs and collar, you’ll see the truth he keeps close to his chest; a body crisscrossed with old scars, burned chain marks that wrap themselves horridly around his arms and torso, much like an iron ghost. Only few know their origin, and even fewer dare to ask.
Describe your character's personality to the greatest detail:
“Mother always said ‘Confidence is what makes a man’. Haven’t you heard? Mother knows best”
The embodiment of composed chaos wrapped in impeccable civility–a man whose personality exudes the cold precision of ritual and the lingering dread of myth. Everything about the man before you suggests intention, from his measured words to the tailored rigidity of his attire. He is nothing close to spontaneous; he is orchestrated. A study in contrasts, Levi is Both disarmingly polite and fundamentally unnerving, his very presence feeling less like company and more like a haunting.
“Interested in me are you? Hmph.”
At his core, the latter is defined by control. He speaks with calculated calm, never raising his voice, never rushing a sentence. His formality a wolf in sheep's clothing, disguising itself as affection when in truth, its armor. Every “Sir” and “Madam” is a blade sheathed in courtesy. Emotions, if he has them, are buried beneath layers of ritual and restraint. Yet beneath the civility, there's a watchfulness, one that some would say a predator has for its prey; he listens more than he speaks, observes more than he reacts, and remembers everything.
The demeanor he carried was that of an old-world noble or a forgotten scholar cursed with immortality–stoic, erudite, and unfathomably patient. His intellect is quiet but formidable, oftentimes expressed through cryptic references and allusions that hint at a form of ancient knowledge or forbidden truths. He does not boast. He simply knows.
“Knowledge is power. The only thing my father and I agree on.”
Despite his rather refined manners, Levi’s presence is never comforting. His charisma is the kind that unsettles–a dignified specter in a well-cut suit. People are drawn to him, even when their instincts scream to flee, as if they become drunk on curiosity. His smile is a signature; ever-present, never genuine, like a clockwork expression wound far too tight. He charms like it’s natural, never faltering yet his ornament always feels dangerous–like being invited into a room where the exit has silently vanished.
Never forgetting a name, never giving a second warning, and never arriving anywhere by accident. He’ll offer you tea, brewed to perfection, in porcelain that predates empires. He’ll quote philosophers thought to have been long forgotten in time in languages you don’t understand. And as always he’ll smile, a warm smile directed at you, as he gently nudges you one step closer to ruin. Without ever laying a hand on you. A gentleman to the last, Levi Belov is not your enemy.
Unless you make the mistake of thinking he’s your friend.
Describe your character's backstory to the greatest detail:
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When the Moon Bled, the Devil Woke
July 4th, 2005. Levi Belov was born beneath a blood moon–at least, that’s what his father claimed. A date more symbolic than celebratory, for Ivan Belov did not bring children into the world for love like their mother Yasna. The twins, Levi and Pomona, were conceived with purpose. Precision. Intention. They were born to be weapons, finer than any modern day blade.
From the moment they could walk, the world they knew was one of pure calculation and cruelty. Between the hours of play and punishment, every breath they took, every action they made, every sight they saw was nothing more than a lesson in survival. At the ripe age of five, they were put through rigorous training–physical trials that blurred the lines between teaching, discipline, and torture; psychological tests that would have broken grown men.
Pomona, fierce and unyielding, rose swiftly as the favored child in physical combat. She broke bones with ease and endured pain with frightening stoicism. Levi, on the other hand, was different. Thin, pale, slow to bruise but all the more quicker to bleed. He stumbled where his sister soared. He was weak–or so Ivan thought. But their mother Yasna, ever the watchful mother she was, saw something else in her son’s silence. Not fragility. Not fear. Calculation.
Levi’s failures on the field earned him his father’s contempt. Yet, behind closed doors, his mother whispered truths in his ear that no child should know. She taught him how to unmake a man with words, how to see through a man with more than just his eyes, how to bend reality at his will with nothing but his mind, how to unravel guilt and thread it back as loyalty. She taught him smiles as weapons, and that his silence was a scalpel. Meanwhile, Ivan redirected Levi’s training to the realms of business, strategy, negotiation–manipulation disguised as diplomacy. If pomona was a sword, Levi would be the poison on its edge.
At age ten, the test came for Pomona–a final rite of passage. To kill Yasna. The one person who had offered them gentleness. When Pomona hesitated, it was not out of weakness, or fear. It was out of love. A love Ivan saw as betrayal. In a single swing of his knife, he took her right eye, and then within an even swifter motion, slammed a fist against her jaw. A reminder. A warning. A Price.
What Levi did that day turned the world on its head. He was not supposed to be there. But he had been watching. Listening. Waiting. He slipped past the guards with a calm that belied his years, entering the chamber as Yasna's body hit the ground. Pomona knelt in a pool of blood, trembling–not with fear, but with hatred. With Rage.
He said nothing. Not to his sister. Not to his father. He only stared at his mother’s lifeless face, and then back towards the man who’d demanded it. From that day forward, something in Levi fractured. . .Or perhaps, something that had been dormant. . .woke up.
When the Moon Bled, the Devil Woke
July 4th, 2005. Levi Belov was born beneath a blood moon–at least, that’s what his father claimed. A date more symbolic than celebratory, for Ivan Belov did not bring children into the world for love like their mother Yasna. The twins, Levi and Pomona, were conceived with purpose. Precision. Intention. They were born to be weapons, finer than any modern day blade.
From the moment they could walk, the world they knew was one of pure calculation and cruelty. Between the hours of play and punishment, every breath they took, every action they made, every sight they saw was nothing more than a lesson in survival. At the ripe age of five, they were put through rigorous training–physical trials that blurred the lines between teaching, discipline, and torture; psychological tests that would have broken grown men.
Pomona, fierce and unyielding, rose swiftly as the favored child in physical combat. She broke bones with ease and endured pain with frightening stoicism. Levi, on the other hand, was different. Thin, pale, slow to bruise but all the more quicker to bleed. He stumbled where his sister soared. He was weak–or so Ivan thought. But their mother Yasna, ever the watchful mother she was, saw something else in her son’s silence. Not fragility. Not fear. Calculation.
Levi’s failures on the field earned him his father’s contempt. Yet, behind closed doors, his mother whispered truths in his ear that no child should know. She taught him how to unmake a man with words, how to see through a man with more than just his eyes, how to bend reality at his will with nothing but his mind, how to unravel guilt and thread it back as loyalty. She taught him smiles as weapons, and that his silence was a scalpel. Meanwhile, Ivan redirected Levi’s training to the realms of business, strategy, negotiation–manipulation disguised as diplomacy. If pomona was a sword, Levi would be the poison on its edge.
At age ten, the test came for Pomona–a final rite of passage. To kill Yasna. The one person who had offered them gentleness. When Pomona hesitated, it was not out of weakness, or fear. It was out of love. A love Ivan saw as betrayal. In a single swing of his knife, he took her right eye, and then within an even swifter motion, slammed a fist against her jaw. A reminder. A warning. A Price.
What Levi did that day turned the world on its head. He was not supposed to be there. But he had been watching. Listening. Waiting. He slipped past the guards with a calm that belied his years, entering the chamber as Yasna's body hit the ground. Pomona knelt in a pool of blood, trembling–not with fear, but with hatred. With Rage.
He said nothing. Not to his sister. Not to his father. He only stared at his mother’s lifeless face, and then back towards the man who’d demanded it. From that day forward, something in Levi fractured. . .Or perhaps, something that had been dormant. . .woke up.
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A Shift Within the Depths of Hell
Pomona had been sent away not longer after the ordered death of her mother–to begin her work. The jobs grew bloodier, the missions farther from home. Levi was left behind, but not idle, not to rust. He filled the silence with systems. He built networks of control, quietly restructuring the Belov holdings from within. At thirteen, he was managing the family’s international businesses, laundering money through legitimate channels with all the grace of a young prodigy–or as most would see, a young tyrant.
He spoke little, observed much, and began to apply the very teachings his mother taught him with a smile on his face. A whisper here, a forged signature there, a ruined marriage, and a financial collapse–all without ever lifting a hand. It did not take long for the people around him to fear him more than they feared his father.
At the age of fifteen, Levi no longer answered Ivan. He outmaneuvered him in private deals, seduced allies away with promises laced in gold and lies, and took careful, precise notes on every pressure point his father possessed. As if he was plotting something. The old man had never even seen the leash tightening. Ivan thought he was still in control, until one day, His most trusted lieutenant took a quiet oath to Levi instead. This was Levi’s first attack against Ivan Belov.
Months passed, the Belov name began to carry a different kind of weight. Not just because of the blood in its ledger, or the money the family stood on, but because of the boy behind the curtain. The quiet one. The one who never shouted. The one whose eyes saw what others were blind too. He defied his father openly for the first time during a high-stakes negotiation with the Pavlichenko family–a rival syndicate with deep roots and even deeper grudges. Ivan had intended to bleed them dry and ring them out for everything they were, with nothing but brute force and intimidation, a true display of might. Levi, having spent weeks learning the Pavlichenko patriarch’s habits, fears, and failings, offered something else; a deal so advantageous so prosperous, so delicately veiled in doom, that the man shook Levi’s hand with a trembling smile–only to realize months later he’d signed away his future.
Ivan flew into a fury. He stared at Levi with disgust, he described the boy as disobedient. Unfaithful. Weak. . .Then, he called him something worse: A Devil. Because what Ivan saw behind those calm, red-tinted eyes was no longer a boy. . .no. It was something patient and precise. Something dangerous in a way that didn't scream or strike in retaliation–it smiled and signed and said “please.” To Ivan, Levi’s tactics in manipulation were unnatural. Terrifying. Not strength. Not boldness, but corruption in a finer, colder form.
With pride in hand and unbridled rage, Ivan reminded his son of pain. The guards, and workers within the Belov household say Levi didn’t make a sound when the chains–heated until they glowed white–were coiled around his torso and arms. His skin hissing, and sizzling, the mixture of steam from his sweat and blood mixing in the air with the smoke from the heat, cracking like firewood. He collapsed after the first round, but got up. Again. And Again. Until Ivan stopped, not out of pity, nor mercy. Out of unease.
The scars remain–spiraling burns that crisscross Levi’s body like cursed tattoos, hidden beneath the clean, immaculate and sharp suits accompanied by perfect posture. They serve as both punishment and armor. A memory carved in iron. Yet Levi never showed resentment. Only stillness. All while fear lived within Ivan’s eyes after that day was not the fear a man would have after breaking his son.
It was the fear of a man who realized he hadn’t broken him at all.
A Shift Within the Depths of Hell
Pomona had been sent away not longer after the ordered death of her mother–to begin her work. The jobs grew bloodier, the missions farther from home. Levi was left behind, but not idle, not to rust. He filled the silence with systems. He built networks of control, quietly restructuring the Belov holdings from within. At thirteen, he was managing the family’s international businesses, laundering money through legitimate channels with all the grace of a young prodigy–or as most would see, a young tyrant.
He spoke little, observed much, and began to apply the very teachings his mother taught him with a smile on his face. A whisper here, a forged signature there, a ruined marriage, and a financial collapse–all without ever lifting a hand. It did not take long for the people around him to fear him more than they feared his father.
At the age of fifteen, Levi no longer answered Ivan. He outmaneuvered him in private deals, seduced allies away with promises laced in gold and lies, and took careful, precise notes on every pressure point his father possessed. As if he was plotting something. The old man had never even seen the leash tightening. Ivan thought he was still in control, until one day, His most trusted lieutenant took a quiet oath to Levi instead. This was Levi’s first attack against Ivan Belov.
Months passed, the Belov name began to carry a different kind of weight. Not just because of the blood in its ledger, or the money the family stood on, but because of the boy behind the curtain. The quiet one. The one who never shouted. The one whose eyes saw what others were blind too. He defied his father openly for the first time during a high-stakes negotiation with the Pavlichenko family–a rival syndicate with deep roots and even deeper grudges. Ivan had intended to bleed them dry and ring them out for everything they were, with nothing but brute force and intimidation, a true display of might. Levi, having spent weeks learning the Pavlichenko patriarch’s habits, fears, and failings, offered something else; a deal so advantageous so prosperous, so delicately veiled in doom, that the man shook Levi’s hand with a trembling smile–only to realize months later he’d signed away his future.
Ivan flew into a fury. He stared at Levi with disgust, he described the boy as disobedient. Unfaithful. Weak. . .Then, he called him something worse: A Devil. Because what Ivan saw behind those calm, red-tinted eyes was no longer a boy. . .no. It was something patient and precise. Something dangerous in a way that didn't scream or strike in retaliation–it smiled and signed and said “please.” To Ivan, Levi’s tactics in manipulation were unnatural. Terrifying. Not strength. Not boldness, but corruption in a finer, colder form.
With pride in hand and unbridled rage, Ivan reminded his son of pain. The guards, and workers within the Belov household say Levi didn’t make a sound when the chains–heated until they glowed white–were coiled around his torso and arms. His skin hissing, and sizzling, the mixture of steam from his sweat and blood mixing in the air with the smoke from the heat, cracking like firewood. He collapsed after the first round, but got up. Again. And Again. Until Ivan stopped, not out of pity, nor mercy. Out of unease.
The scars remain–spiraling burns that crisscross Levi’s body like cursed tattoos, hidden beneath the clean, immaculate and sharp suits accompanied by perfect posture. They serve as both punishment and armor. A memory carved in iron. Yet Levi never showed resentment. Only stillness. All while fear lived within Ivan’s eyes after that day was not the fear a man would have after breaking his son.
It was the fear of a man who realized he hadn’t broken him at all.
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The Devil in the Drawing Room
By seventeen, Levi’s name was whispered within the back rooms followed closely by reverence–and something deeper, colder; dread. Business partners who once tried to treat him like a pawn now second-guessed every meeting. Every contract. Every nod. Every handshake.
Because Levi didn’t just win deals–no, he built traps. Agreements that read as benevolent until the floor gave way beneath your feet. Clauses that turned allies into assets. He turned the family’s underground operations into a legitimate financial network. Yet he never once relinquished control. You were no longer in business with the renowned Belov Family. You were in business with Levi.
And the worst part? Not a soul could ever prove he did anything wrong.
He offered drinks during negotiations, set one's mind to ease as he spoke quotes that made you believe you saw eye to eye. Greeted you like royalty and bled you like cattle. Even other criminal families, seasoned and brutal in their own right, began to approach the idea of negotiation with the Belov’s with caution, and fear–not because of Ivan, but because of the young man that stood at his side.
The devil in the drawing room.
The Devil in the Drawing Room
By seventeen, Levi’s name was whispered within the back rooms followed closely by reverence–and something deeper, colder; dread. Business partners who once tried to treat him like a pawn now second-guessed every meeting. Every contract. Every nod. Every handshake.
Because Levi didn’t just win deals–no, he built traps. Agreements that read as benevolent until the floor gave way beneath your feet. Clauses that turned allies into assets. He turned the family’s underground operations into a legitimate financial network. Yet he never once relinquished control. You were no longer in business with the renowned Belov Family. You were in business with Levi.
And the worst part? Not a soul could ever prove he did anything wrong.
He offered drinks during negotiations, set one's mind to ease as he spoke quotes that made you believe you saw eye to eye. Greeted you like royalty and bled you like cattle. Even other criminal families, seasoned and brutal in their own right, began to approach the idea of negotiation with the Belov’s with caution, and fear–not because of Ivan, but because of the young man that stood at his side.
The devil in the drawing room.
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The Devil Abroad
At nineteen, Levi Belov left home–not in rebellion. That would’ve been far too honest. He sold the illusion to Ivan with all the care of a practiced liar; an expansion opportunity in Karakura. A city ripe with chaotic potential. He offered spreadsheets and risk assessments, he proposed profit projections and power maps. Ivan, finally convinced Levi was simply ambitious–not disloyal-granted permission.
It wasn't until the plane was wheels-up that Ivan realized he hadn’t sent Levi to Karakura. The latter orchestrated his own exile with purpose.
Karakura, the smoke behind the glass was a city where spirits whispered between buildings and old gods still watched through broken windows. A place where ancient shadows danced and sang with modern corruption. And it welcomed Levi Belov with open arms–because it didn’t yet know how tightly he would close his own. He arrived alone. No entourage. No guards. Just a suitcase, a tailored suit, the staff his father carried shaped like a serpent's head, and a network of whispers.
Within only a few weeks, he made himself known. He forged an alliance with a reporter–a respectful, and calculated man by the name of Deno Von Moltke-Lowe, who saw promise in the boy, not only as a tool, but as a partner. Levi, respected Deno not a courtesy he gave too many, he showed him truth. His legitimacy, his elegance, and his usefulness.
Within time, he met a man by the name of Katsuhito Saiky-Akihito. Someone who Levi saw almost like a king in a city with no throne. Power moved where he pointed and yet, Levi never once approached him like a rival. He came to him as a solution. A cleaner of messes. A keeper of secrets, eliminating threats before they were seen. Never loud. Never late.
When others bluffed, Levi offered truth veiled in charm. Katsuhito came to trust him–not because Levi was honest or respectful, but because Levi proved himself to be reliable, in ways men with swords and money were not. In a world of roaring ambition. Levi Belov whispered–and was obeyed.
The Devil Abroad
At nineteen, Levi Belov left home–not in rebellion. That would’ve been far too honest. He sold the illusion to Ivan with all the care of a practiced liar; an expansion opportunity in Karakura. A city ripe with chaotic potential. He offered spreadsheets and risk assessments, he proposed profit projections and power maps. Ivan, finally convinced Levi was simply ambitious–not disloyal-granted permission.
It wasn't until the plane was wheels-up that Ivan realized he hadn’t sent Levi to Karakura. The latter orchestrated his own exile with purpose.
Karakura, the smoke behind the glass was a city where spirits whispered between buildings and old gods still watched through broken windows. A place where ancient shadows danced and sang with modern corruption. And it welcomed Levi Belov with open arms–because it didn’t yet know how tightly he would close his own. He arrived alone. No entourage. No guards. Just a suitcase, a tailored suit, the staff his father carried shaped like a serpent's head, and a network of whispers.
Within only a few weeks, he made himself known. He forged an alliance with a reporter–a respectful, and calculated man by the name of Deno Von Moltke-Lowe, who saw promise in the boy, not only as a tool, but as a partner. Levi, respected Deno not a courtesy he gave too many, he showed him truth. His legitimacy, his elegance, and his usefulness.
Within time, he met a man by the name of Katsuhito Saiky-Akihito. Someone who Levi saw almost like a king in a city with no throne. Power moved where he pointed and yet, Levi never once approached him like a rival. He came to him as a solution. A cleaner of messes. A keeper of secrets, eliminating threats before they were seen. Never loud. Never late.
When others bluffed, Levi offered truth veiled in charm. Katsuhito came to trust him–not because Levi was honest or respectful, but because Levi proved himself to be reliable, in ways men with swords and money were not. In a world of roaring ambition. Levi Belov whispered–and was obeyed.
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The Sword, and the Poison on its Blade
The reunion between the Belov twins was wordless at first. They stared at each other from a short distance, a flicker of disbelief quickly buried by hardened resolve. The eye she lost was shielded in a beautiful velvet eyepatch. Levi’s smile was the same as it had always been–tight, polite and a scalpel to a surgeon. However, for Pomona Belov she could see the truth behind that smile, a smile laced in love, and tenderness. He was happy, truly happy.
As of now, Levi spent his time constructing, plotting, and building something within Karakura. Not just power, Control. A web of information, influence, and unspoken debts. The kind of thing that lasts longer than bullets, knives and blood. Levi Belov did not escape his father Ivan. He simply outgrew him. And now, the Devil is walking down a different street with a warming smile laced in a veil of deception and corrosion, his eyes older than ever.
And Karakura is starting to feel the cold.
The Sword, and the Poison on its Blade
The reunion between the Belov twins was wordless at first. They stared at each other from a short distance, a flicker of disbelief quickly buried by hardened resolve. The eye she lost was shielded in a beautiful velvet eyepatch. Levi’s smile was the same as it had always been–tight, polite and a scalpel to a surgeon. However, for Pomona Belov she could see the truth behind that smile, a smile laced in love, and tenderness. He was happy, truly happy.
As of now, Levi spent his time constructing, plotting, and building something within Karakura. Not just power, Control. A web of information, influence, and unspoken debts. The kind of thing that lasts longer than bullets, knives and blood. Levi Belov did not escape his father Ivan. He simply outgrew him. And now, the Devil is walking down a different street with a warming smile laced in a veil of deception and corrosion, his eyes older than ever.
And Karakura is starting to feel the cold.
Describe an interaction that your character may have as a black market dealer: (This can be anything — a weapon deal, an event they may be involved in, or maybe an interaction with a gang)
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Tea and Chains
On a dimly lit night within the Zen Garden, bergamot and vanilla filled the air. Levi Belov sat comfortably at the table, a porcelain cup in hand. Across from him, a desperate mediocre gang leader named Tetsuya Komegami–nervous, sweating, naive, and far too proud for his own good.
Levi
Gently setting down his teacup
“You look exhausted, Mr. Komegami. This city has that effect on the. . .. untethered.”
Tetsuya
Tense
“Let's skip the pleasantries, Knave. I know what you’re after.”
Levi
Smiling thinly
“I doubt that, if you did then I am rather confident we wouldn’t be speaking in such uncertainty, yes?”
Tetsuya
Leaning forward, with irritation in his eyes.
“You want the information I have on the secret route within the sewers. Not happening. It’s my last pipeline. Without it I'm as good as dead. We are done here.
Beginning to stand up, he’s paused by Levi's words.
Levi
Raising the mask he wore only up enough to reveal his mouth, taking a sip of his tea
“And yet, here you are. Offering me the terms of your survival as if they were meant to be relevant.
A pause. Levi sat the cup down, wiping his lips gently with a clean, red linen cloth. Lowering the mask back over his face. Speaking calmly
“May I offer you something? A rare observation, if you will.”
Tetsuya
Wary, he sat back down fully looking at Levi with uncertainty
“Fine”
Levi
“You are not dying because you lack routes Mr. Komegami. You are dying because no one trusts you to keep them.”
Tetsuya Stiffens.
Levi, with a soft and almost kind voice
“The men under you steal, the last financier is considering strangling your line. And the only reason my associates have not let you fall is because they believe rather foolishly that I find you useful.”
Tetsuya
His expression shaken, mouth opening slightly
“Why are you telling me all of this. . .”
Levi
His smile much wider now
“Because, I wish to offer you a way to remain standing, I believe you call it, a saving grace, yes?”
Sliding a small, folded contract across the table. Nothing excessive. Nothing underwhelming. Just enough to be threatening. Levi continues
“You give me oversight of this route. Just an oversight. I will stabilize it, and you Mr. Komegami get to take all of the credit. The boys who want your head stop circling you like vultures do roadkill. And your name remains stitched into the fabric of this city. . .even if the thread was spun from my spool.”
Tetsuya
“And if I say no?”
Levi
Shrugging softly
“Then I tell my associates to leave an anonymous tip that you have been skimming from their weapons and equipment. That the route you have is compromised, and that you are compromised. And they will not ask for proof.”
Tetsuya
“You win. . .”
Levi
Gently folding the paper, slipping it into his coat as he rose from his seat gently brushing off imaginary dust from his lapel.
“No, Mr. Komegami. I don’t play to win”
Walking towards the exit before pausing, turning only slightly, his red iris shining just dimly through the Ballistic mask.
“I play to own the board.”
He left.
Describe any other additional information that is notable in considering your character for the role of a black market dealer: (If inapplicable, put N/A)
Levi Belov is a very precise and calculated individual as I have already said in different parts of my application. He is someone that instead of gravitating towards a business opportunity, has such opportunities gravitate towards him. The experiences that he has been involved in, and will surely create in the near future, will be nothing short of enticing, and entertaining.
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