Test Drive 007

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Test Drive Meme

Considering apping to the City of Sin, but unsure of who to bring or if they'll fit? Feel free to give the setting a test drive here! These are a perfect way of getting your playing sample done for the application.

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→ Comment with the character you'd like to test drive in the setting, with name and canon in the subject line
→ Choose a scenario, or create your own
→ Tag around

Possible Scenarios 01. A New Arrival: Hello, New Person! You seem to have found yourself on a sidewalk in the City of Sin with nothing but the clothes on your back and a stomach chruning feeling of being displaced. Thankfully, the streets are full of people - Watch out that you don't get mugged! 02. Demonic Presences: You were just minding your own business, weren't you? But that's always when bad things seem to happen, and the City of Sin isn't really that friendly. Whatever bar or street you're hanging out in suddenly go dim, filing the area with an unnerving feeling as the shadows on the walls jump out into reality. We suggest you phone a friend for help, or maybe try running? 03. Party Hard: You've been invited to a massive, elegant party at the Tower that spills out it's doors in welcome, by someone who calls themselves the Emperor. Obviously that's weird, but maybe you can get some free drinks and food out of it! This place might not be so bad. 04. Prominence: The City of Sin influences it's population on a weekly basis. Too bad you came right smack dab in the middle of a heavy Prominence. Lust, Greed, Gluttony, Envy, Wrath, Sloth, or Pride. Choose your choice of sin and be wicked. 05. Trouble: Not everyone is sunshine and roses here. Some people are violent and cruel, raised in the sludge of a sinful city. And they like to pick on people they think can't fight back. Are you that person? Or are you the Hero who can't stand to watch? Worse yet, could you be the person doing the instigating? Villian. 06. Carnival: The City has carnivals or festivals now and then; you're lucky to catch one! With it's open booths filled with cork gun games and funnel cakes, how can someone not have any fun! Go win your darling a stuffed animal, or meet someone new on the spinning cup ride. You might even see someone you know being talked into sitting in the Dunk Tank. 07. Wild Card: Choose your own adventure in the game's setting!

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Malcolm Merlyn | Arrow | end of season three

[saidyouweredead]

01. Arrival

Malcolm barely looked over his shoulder as he spoke to the League members following in his wake, ready to carry out the orders that Ra's al Ghul gave to them. Little wonder he privately referred to them as his minions.

"Tell Nyssa I'll see her tomorrow at noon. Can't deprive her of her weekly attempt to kill me. Also make sure those following my daughter keep their distance. She nearly saw one of them last week. The same for Oliver. I'll need the intelligence from the cell in Africa about -"

He cut himself off there, going stock still. A quick look over his shoulder confirmed that not only was he alone but in another place. Thoughts moved fast through his mind, considering and discarding possibilities. A search of the studio apartment left him with information and clues that while improbable, wasn't impossible. His eyes slid slowly over the list of Magistrate names. Always nice to have a starting place.

An hour later found Malcolm Merlyn wandering the streets of the city in no particular hurry. His bow and quiver had been hidden in his new apartment but throwing knives laid in the sheaths, hidden from sight. The outer coat of his League gear had been left behind as well, leaving him in black pants and a loose white long-sleeve shirt. A pleasant smile was on his lips, eyes deceptively interested instead of coldly studying. If it was one thing Malcolm could do, it was charm.

Should no one recognize him, that meant chances of Oliver or someone else from Team Arrow being about was nil. Or so he believed.

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06. Carnival

In truth, Malcolm hated carnivals. He never had been the sort to enjoy rides or rigged games of chance. Only when Tommy had been small and his wife still alive had he taken any joy from them. Now? It was noise and distraction for other people. What he did like was how people at carnivals were never paying attention to the money.

Fifty dollars? Really? That was what they expected Malcolm Merlyn to survive on? He'd dropped more than that on his breakfast before. Amid the lurid flashing lights and cries of barkers hawking their games, he moved quietly and efficiently, a wolf among the frisking sheep.

What the criminal element in this place needed was organization in Malcolm's opinion. Someone leading them, and he had few doubts they could roll right over the weaker parts or people. But like with any business venture, capital came first.

"Excuse me," he said, offering his mark a brilliant smile before moving aside.

Carnival

[theycalledmeacurse]

Rogue had never really been one for carnivals, or any overly crowded event really. With her mutation being what it was and activated by skin-to-skin contact, being jostled about by hundreds of people was not the best idea for anyone's continued good health, herself included. She could cover up from head to toe, but unless she broke out a ski mask, there was always the possibility of hurting someone, and that had never been a risk she was willing to take.

Until the City, that was. Until her world had ended and she'd lost everything. Now she was more willing to bend the rules and actually live her life rather than standing on the sidelines in fear. That wasn't to say that she didn't still take precautions - her pants and sleeves were long, her hands were covered in gloves, and her two-toned hair was down, but she still had to keep an eye out for any wayward elbows or the like.

It was that awareness of her surroundings that allowed her to catch the extremely subtle feeling of something picking her pocket as they passed. He was good, she'd say that much for him, but she'd been trained by the Prince of the New Orleans Thieves Guild and no one was going to steal from Remy LeBeau's wife.

"You're excused, sugar," she replied in her smooth southern drawl, offering a charming smile of her own, followed by a gloved hand held out expectantly. "So long as you give back what you just took from me."