c o p s a n d r o b b e r s ( 1x1 with king )

[cheryl.]

Don't post here unless you're 'shu or king!

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the image was too big, sorry. xxxx

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full name ➜ aero carter walker
nickname ➜ flowers, ace, walksalot
age ➜ twenty
sex i.d. ➜ straight
face claim ➜ i dont know

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❝ι'м α вα∂ вσу, ѕωєєтнєαят.❞

being born as a criminal,
Aero never understood what it
was like to have a true family
or go to school. He was raised
on the streets, and never reall
y had any friends. His mind w
as hard to trick, and no one e
ver understood his mind as he
grew for he always came up w
ith a unbeatable plan. Watchin
g his mother and father get han
g for their crimes around age ni
ne, Aero ran from his old city,
and wnet to London, where he
started over as a new criminal a


eye color ➜ dark grey
hair color ➜ chocolate brown
weight ➜ 115lbs
height ➜ 6'1/201cm
build ➜ slim, bulky a bit

nd make a differfence there. h
e decided he will become the
greatest criminal to ever live
and as years ran by, he did en
d up as the most wanted crim
inal wanted, alive. there is ba
rely information on file, only l
ast seen places.

dad ➜ Unknown
mom ➜ Unknown
siblings? ➜ Luca [Not Blood]

Personality;; being a easy
going guy, Aero likes to c
hatter about almost anything he
can. he is a flirtive type, and no
t afraid to speak his mind. He is
known as a master mind, and ha
rd to catch fella. Aero can get v
ery protective over what is "his"
and does not like sharing anythin
g of his.

traits ➜ a bit rebellious,
untaimable, feisty, tempered,
a bit arrogant, kind-hearted
fiercely devoted, loving,
very protective, defensive

He is quic on his feet, and not
afraid to attack anything that
threatens him or his "little bro
ther". Aero is the childish, and
foolish type.
weapon he uses;;
Aero uses a basic sword but
treats it like its his love of
his life, and refuses to lea
ve it with anyone.

[cheryl.]

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➳➳➳➳➳➳➳➳➳➳ ｓ ｈ ａ ｒ ｏ ｎ
ｅｌｌａ
ｗｏｌｆｅ
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café worker at day,
officer at night
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current role; officer, café worker

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full name; sharon ella wolfe
nickname; shay, shay-shay
age; twenty-three years
gender; female
sexuality; hetero

height; 5' 6"
weight; 100.3 lbs.
build; light, dainty figure, long
legs, neck, and arms
eyes; oversized, thick lashes;
left eye; bright blue, right eye;
pale green
hair; dirty blonde with light brown
undertones and strawberry blonde
highlights, wavy, curly at ends
skin; lightly tanned, freckled

main trait; stubborn
+ traits; loyal, compassionate,
persevering. intelligent
- traits; stubborn, rebellious,
strict
family; mother and father,
little sister
friends; fellow officers
enemies; the chief, criminals
romantic; none currently,
recently broke up with bf
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Shay grew up in California, learning at a very young age to surf.
Her family was a line of police officers, raised to take up the job
at around the age of twenty. And so Shay went through the academy.
She stood out because of her smaller size and frail, skinny figure, as
well as her different-hued eyes. Many times she was told to quit,
by other "trainees" as well as the instructors, but she refused to give
up, therefore receiving the title 'stubborn.'
She managed to complete training and was given a job in Paris, starting
out as a night guard/patrol for a museum.
Unfortunately one night, when she was finally trusted to guard alone,
someone broke in, and Shay was permanently disfigured and
knocked out in the process, the criminal taking advantage of her figure.
She received a long scar across half of her face and a new demotion to
a work position in London, where she is an "emergency officer," only
reporting when backup is needed.
She works an extra job in her free time to earn extra money, mostly to
pay for groceries and the small, cramped apartment she lives in.
She is searching for a way to prove herself, so that she may be held in
high respects and receive a promotion, as well as honor for her family.

photograph is not mine. faceclaim; no idea.

[nocтιѕ;]

[going a month ahead >:L ]

September 4th, 2016

thinking | talking

With fall rolling in, parents are getting bit more happy. Their kids are going back to school, and parents do not have to come home to a destroyed house. Every year, the students are getting excited for they get to see their friends again, and some even get excited for new learning. On the other hand, it means robbery is higher. Houses are left unprotected, as well of buildings lower on business which means more people are taking breaks.

It is hard to think, that business is lower and that schools are starting once more. It only seem like school was just there, a few months ago, yet it felt like a few weeks. And with business low, gangs are starting to appear even more. Yet they all want one thing in mind. Riches. All gangs want money, and be well known for, and it is hard to believe that so. But they all know only person can be top dog, and hat is already claimed. They call him Master Mind, King of the theifs, and sometimes, Aero. No one knows his true name, so they gave him the name of Aero. The name means Air in Greek.

the name was selected to him because they say he is in and out quickly, almost like air filling in a space unoccupied. Aero is currently unknown for anyone to find, and it is trouble some for the police. They been trying to find him for several years. All they have on him is his given name and his last seen sightings. People are unsure how his life became a criminal, all they know he been like this ever since he was a very young boy.

[History time! >:3 ]

Ever since Aero was born, his mother and father always cared for him. yet they never really thought about putting their son in school. Everyday, since he was five, he was taught how to become a master mind criminal. His father was one of the best out there, and his mother was well known for destruction. His father taught him what is what, and his mother taught him how to cause pain, and destruction among the people, but the young boy never really understood why. he would always try and sneak off to go to school.

The young boy wanted nothing more then a few friends. Whenever he tried to make one, they told him hes not worth it, should be killed and other hurtful things. These spoken words brought pain to the young boy, changing him into more of a criminal. Yet, he still wanted to understand the idea of 'school' and woke up and always tried to go. They always stopped him, telling him to go home.Over time, Aero end up giving up and started to stay home, inventing things, putting his mind to more uses. Overtime, his parents saw oh well his mind is, and started making him their 'master planner' who would plan everything out carefully for them, but one day he made a mistake. He sent his parents in at the wrong time, which made his parents get captured, and hung for his deeds.

Over time, Aero became a cold, and hard to get along person. He keeps his emotions down, and only covers his tracks when he wants to. He happens to be too god for any cops to find him now a days.

[completed history, ready for a quiz?]

-- Current Times --

"Did you hear?" "What?" "Theres this new artifact being released to public display!" "Like, omg, we must blog this." "Totally."

The sound of trashcan falling over, and few distant screams, the young adult sat there on the ground, well hidden in the shadow. He was listening to a few people near by chatter their years away, talking about a new artifact being open to the public soon in one of the most famous museum, British Museum. they say the artifact is worth nearly a million dollars, for it was discovered of the past colonies, and their left over gold they had hidden away before the world changed. The young adult saw this as his chance, his chance to become rich, and powerful. He smirked slightly, and shifted around, before standing up and grabbing his sword.

He glanced around, and walked into the ally more, before climbing up onto a trashcan, and onto the ladder that hang down low enough for him to reach. He mumbled about the artifact and how he cannot wait to get his own life for once. As he climbed the ladder, the man entered a window, and landed into a room full of sweet goods. He looked around the sweet goodies, and started to pick out a few boxes for himself to eat later. "Mine.. and mine.. I don't think they will mind, right?" He asked so slightly, his voice barely noticeable.

[cheryl.]

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Sharon Ella Wolfe woke slowly with the sun, feeling the light seep across her eyelids, warming her ears. She slowly opened them and sat, then stood up, quickly making her bed. After she placed the last pillow she glanced at the clock, and immediately her eyes widened. "Crap! I have to be there in twenty minutes!" She shook off her slippers, leaving them at the foot of her bed, and ran into her closet, quickly pulling on a plain white t-shirt and faded jeans. She clipped her nametag on and ran her fingers through her hair before pulling it into a high ponytail that reached a few inches above her waist, falling down her back. She brushed her teeth and applied a quick layer of makeup, especially on the scar on the left side of her face. It helped conceal it a bit, but the jagged line was still noticeable. People usually treated her strange when they first met her because of it. Well, because of it and her different-colored eyes, probably.
She quickly laced up her mint green sneakers and grabbed an umbrella, just in case it rained, and stepped outside. She didn't own a car, so she hopped on her bike and pedaled frantically to the café, the muscles in her legs protesting. Since Shay was a manager for the Little Belle Café, she had to arrive early, usually to throw a few muffins in the oven, start the coffee pot, and make sure the registers weren't malfunctioning.
When she arrived, she left her bike leaning against the wall and hurried up the metal steps to the front door, which she opened, walked in, and shut behind her. The shop was set in a charming theme, the light blue wallpaper scattered with tiny gold polka-dots, the fireplace made of brick, and the chairs adorned with plush pillows and seated around coffee tables, all before a counter with a "food showcase," as she liked to call it, and the registers.
Shay left her umbrella in the basket by the door and let herself behind the counter. As she was walking, she heard the sound of packages crinkling and things being shoved aside, coming from the storage room, and what sounded like someone muttering to themselves.
She had left the window open all night by accident. Even though Shay wasn't serving as an officer while the sun was out, she carried a gun with her, just in case things happened. She slowly slipped it out of her belt and pointed it in front of her, slowly walking forward. "Hey! Who's there?!"

[nocтιѕ;]

thinking | talking

The young man heard someone ask who is in the storage room. He was tempted to reply back, but thought it through. The fact that he top wanted criminal, and the fact that he can easily be recognized, Aero was not going to take the chance. He cleared his throat a bit, and tried to sound deeper then his usual voice, replying."Oh, uh.. I am the.. new.. employee.. I came really early and.. I did not want to stand out there very long.. so I found my way in?" He said, otherwise unsure. He moved towards the window, before heading towards out of it. "I will.. uh.. meet you in the front, ma'am!" He called out to her, and moved towards the laddef, hoping he will be able to get away quick enough. He should have checked the time in case anyone would come and unlock the café.

[cheryl.]

ｓｈａｙ ｗｏｌｆｅ

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Shay listened as the voice on the other side of the door told her that he was, in fact, a new employee. Ma'am?! I like the sound of that. Most of my employees just call me.... Hey! Her boss always informed her of a new recruit. Something was up. She heard small creaking sounds, indicating that the man was moving. Probably to escape out the window. She decided to surprise him a bit. Help him let his guard down. Hopefully it would give her an advantage. "Okay, hurry up! I'll need to inform you of a few things." She waited a few seconds and then called out, "Like how entering private property can earn you a ticket to the slammer! Oh, and the same goes with stealing." She grinned to herself and pushed the door open with her shoulder to see the man's back. "Turn around slowly and put your hands on top of your head, or I will use means of neutralizing you. You're in trouble, buddy."

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Aero

[i]thinking[/i] | [b]"talking"[/b]

Small Talk;; so sorry for this late reply ;-;

Aero let out a quiet hiss when he heard the door open and her started rambling. He was not paying attention to her, but in fact cursing himself in his head. Might as well stamp "stupid" across my head. I really should have thought this through. He heard her tell him to put hands behind his head, and turn around slowly. Was he going to do it? No. Being a fool he is, Aero dropped the baked goodies onto the floor, and drew his sword, before turning all the sudden. "fire arm, good for you. Put it up, or i;ll dice you up." He warned, a small growl followed after it.

[cheryl.]

ｓｈａｙ ｗｏｌｆｅ

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Shay blinked when he responded, but she didn't really take in the situation, or what he was telling her to do."You look familiar,"she murmured, mostl to her self."How do I know you...? And then it clicked. She always got herself in dangerous situations. Like this one. But why this one? Probably one of the worst; London's top dog in the criminal area against an underexperienced, demoted, weird-looking, and short cop. With a gun that probably only had a bullet or two.
She shook her head. This was her chance to prove herself."Oh, how rude! I thought it was an English custom to treat ladies with upmost respect!" Shay's face formed into a mix of a smirk and a frown, her scar crinkling up ever so slightly as her forehead creased. "Aero, buddy. I could shoot you before you could reach me. You're in a very bad spot right now..." She drew out the 'w,' her eyes triumphant. "Plus, I have my backup. My squad, if you know what I mean."This wasn't true, as everyone had given up on her, but he didn't need to know that."So put down your oversized butter knife. I heard the prison here has got wonderful food! She grinned at him, holding her weapon out a bit farther, standing straight so she looked taller, narrowing her eyes so she looked more fierce than she hopefully already did.

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Aero

[i]thinking[/i] | [b]"talking"[/b]

Small Talk;; none yet

"Well scrape." He mumbled under his breath, figuring it out that this lady is indeed a cop as well. He stood there thinking before nodding. He lowers himself as to place the sword on the ground friendly, but instead he has a new plan in mind. He nearly had the sword on the floor completely before he let go of it and then stood back up. "I knew it. My time was running short. You win. You captured the top dog, now what else is there for you to do." He said, stepping away from the sword.