Hello. Jack Erebus is the name, and [i]wizardry[/i] is my game! I live on a rather hectic metropolis of a planet, called Perirys. I am a wizard, not one of those "crystal ball, and tea leaves" crackpots, but a real, functioning wizard. [i][u]And he comes with batteries too![/u][/i] I live in a rather nice apartment in the middle class area of the city, and I work for the police. You know, cold cases, and cold cases, and [b]cold cases[/b], and [b][u]cold cases[/u][/b], and [b][u][i]COLD CASES!!![/i][/u][/b] But then again, I'm the only one that's solved any of them in hundreds of years. I can't see inside the chief's head. So being a Wizard, I live for a long time. But I'm currently 27. And as a result, my age, and inexperience are what people target. The world is in a limbo state right now. There's new technology popping up all over the place, and people have forgotten what really lies beneath their feet. [b]Magic[/b], specifically. So I occasionally get the curious kid asking, "what really is magic?" and me being me, I say, "Lemme show ya!" But then at the end of it all they are so freaked out, they run away screaming in horror. I have a nice car. It's a 1973 orange Mercury Cougar. What I like about it, is that while most wizards have issues with technology, and cause it to short out/blow up/explode in a fiery plume unintentionally, I don't. Thankfully, I got a handle on it at a very young age, and can have things like a nice car! But enough about me, let's get to where this all started. It was three days ago. I was rather low on cash, and some blonde chick walked in rather distressed. Being a man, and her being a rather nice looking young woman, I barely remember what she was wearing, or looked like. "Are you Mr. Erebus? The wizard?" "Uhhhhhhh who's asking?" "Mary. Just call me Mary. I need you to find someone for me." I stood up from my office chair, and looked out my twenty-second floor window, and down to see what kind of car she came in. Unbelievably, it was the main car of the richest family in Perirys! I spun away from the window with a slightly gibbering look on my face. "Uhhhh you are-" "Don't say my name. I can't be seen here. What are your rates?" "Uhhhhhh......150 an hour, and 750 a day." She set a large envelope on my desk gingerly with her perfectly manicured hand* As I opened it, I could see a large wad of 50$ bills. enough to keep me out of debt for months. "I need information Ma'am. Name, age, blood type, etcetera. But in the meantime, thank you for the generous sum. I need to get to work." "I'll send you the information tomorrow. That is enough for a week's pay. Thank you." The woman walked out, and I sat dumbstruck about the money I was getting from this. Crazy. I sat down, and decided that this was probably either too hot to handle for me, or it was the chance of a lifetime. "I'm taking this job." [spoiler]So as I am new to this, everyone please try to be as patient as possible. I will not respond immediately. As for how I know how an RP works, I've done a lot of watching. And critiscism is very helpful to me, so fire away.[/spoiler] [spoiler]ALSO, the Rp part is you walk in, and interact with me![/spoiler]