Film Noir

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FILM NOIR

Femme fatales. Grizzled detectives. Shady mobsters. Crafty spies. Conmen and mysteries galore. This pessimism soaked genre is always ready with dramatic shadows, strategically lit smoke, and trench coats everywhere. It doesn't matter whether you're the good guy that just can't catch a break, or the seemingly innocent love interest itching to shoot them in the back. What matters is that you won't see the twist coming, no matter your alliance. ⇨ Post a top level with your character and canon. Include any preferences you may have. If you're feeling bold, write a starter! ⇨ Tag around, make your own world. ⇨ This one's pretty tame, but please mark any potentially triggering content.

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Lucifer Morningstar | Lucifer | OTA

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Lucifer Morningstar, LA's most notorious private detective. Best or worst depended on who you asked. No one quite understood how he did what he did, but he got results. He'd come to be known throughout the city as simply The Devil, and not just because of his the name he insisted to be given. Rumor had it that he could look someone in the eye and make them spill their deepest secrets. Most who spoke of him painted the picture of a suave, charming, mysterious gentleman who swept them off their feet. Those who actually spent time with him...told a different story.

During the day he could be found in his office, iconic red-soled shoes propped up on his desk as he read through the day's papers. A glass of whiskey sat at his elbow, regardless of the hour. By night he could be found at a roaring club, a holdover from the prohibition days. He rarely retired for the night without one or two attractive people on his arm. Rather conveniently, he lived on the top floor for that very building.

Do you have a new case for The Devil, or will you be finding him after hours?

[thelamia]

As always happens at the start of tales such as this, a beautiful woman came sauntering into Lucifer's office. She was wearing a black latex dress that looked like she'd been poured into it. It was so impossibly tacky that it went all the way around and looked gorgeous again, helped by the designer pumps and sunglasses she had on.

Her mouth, coated impeccably with a slash of bright red lipstick, curled into a smile as she lifted her sunglasses and set them on top of her head. She had the predatory look of a hawk sizing up a snake in its path. Lurine Hollister was a B-movie star who had abruptly quit the business several years ago to marry a wealthy octogenarian who had promptly and conveniently dropped dead soon after the vows had been said. There were rumors of how it had happened, of course, but nothing concrete.

She sashayed into the chair sitting in front of Luciter's desk, crossing her legs while maintaining excellent posture. "So. You're the P.I. everyone talks about."

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When she walked in he had his feet up on his desk, as he flipped through something on his phone. Business had been slow of late. Or at least, the business he was interested in, anyway. He was slow to look up when the door opened, expecting someone else. But when he laid eyes on her...well, a number of things passed over his face. It started mostly with the dress, as he was more accustomed to seeing something of that sort in particular videos on the internet. It ended at her face as he tried to place why she looked so strangely familiar.

That was pushed aside, for the moment, when she spoke. Then he had on a warm smile as if it had always been there. He tucked away his phone and had himself properly seated behind the desk. "That depends on what they're saying."

[thelamia]

"Oh, from what I understand, you're a charming man of mystery, and have quite impeccable taste as well." The breezy way she said this made it impossible to tell if she was being sarcastic or sincere. She pulled out a decorated cigarette case that had a hand-painted design of a mermaid combing her hair on it. She deftly took one out and placed it between her lips before pulling out a matchbook to light it with.

After inhaling for a moment, she spoke while the smoke curled from the end of her cigarette. "Now, shall we get down to business or exchange more pleasantries?" Despite her general appearance and attitude thus far, there was a look in her eyes that said she was far more on the ball then the blonde bombshell act would lead one to believe.

Rorschach | Watchmen

[moralabsolutism]

[Let's face it, this is the entire aesthetic of his character. Can do straight-up superhero canon or something a little closer to the genre where he's a grizzled and hard-boiled private eye.]

Ivar "The Boneless" Ragnarsson | Vikings

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[The son of a mobster who seems like he's there to help you out until the plot twists comes and he (might literally!) stab you in the back. Somehow, he keeps managing to stay out of prison despite all his arrests. It pays to have money in this town.]

Beric Dondarrion | Game of Thrones

[sixtimesdead]

[The last honest cop in a city full of corruption. He's got a reputation for surviving quite a few injuries that definitely should have killed him.]

Lurine Hollister | Agent of Hel

[thelamia]

[She's definitely the femme fatale, here to lure you to your doom. But considering her personality, you just may end up thanking her for it.]

Dryden Vos | Solo: A Star Wars Story

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The First Light is a nightclub in the darkest part of the city, famous for its exclusive membership, sultry jazz and gilded decoration-- and notorious for its backroom gambling tables. Although the odds stacked generously in the house's favor, the rare payout could be immense.

Sitting on the throne of First Light is Dryden Vos. Rumor has it that Dryden is the public face for a shadowy international crime syndicate, but the man was Teflon when it came to making charges stick. Even the occasional raid revealed nothing. Dryden kept his freedom, and the First Light kept its doors open to anyone with an invitation.

Cassandra de Rolo | Critical Role

[ofwovenstone]

[Perhaps Cassandra is the femme fatale. Or perhaps she's being sought after by a P.I, having fled from her family home. There's a lot that could be played around with, I think.]