Iulia Iotapa
Committed
Roleplay posts: 75
Age: 31
Physical Description: Iulia is a shorter woman of a trim and very fit build. She has medium-length brown hair, practically styled out of the way in a tight braid. Appearance-wise, Iulia is on the plain side of average.
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Clothes and Equipment: Iulia is never seen without a hat or other head covering of some sort. These tend towards practical and are extremely modest in style. Her usual headgear wardrobe rotates between a maroon beret with a small star insignia, or a black Breton cap. Iulia’s Isran Guard uniform consists of a standard tunic, jacket, crossbelt, and boots, but has a long skirt in place of the regular trousers. When not in uniform, Iulia tends towards long, dark-colored, and well fitted dresses.
As jewelry and other pieces of finery tend to get in the way of the more physical aspects of her work, Iulia tends to go without accessories of any sort when working. Her hands, well worn and scarred from boxing, are covered by gloves whenever appropriate. She possess a weighty and intricate pocket watch, a gift from her father.
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Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : as needed
Registered: Jun 28, 2018 8:07:17 GMT -8
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Post by Iulia Iotapa on Sept 24, 2018 9:13:16 GMT -8
“So long as it goes well, that sounds like a plan. I wish you the best of luck in that. I am sure the Enclave will have some advice or suggestions for you. Magicks really aren’t my strong suit. My examiner during orientation for The Guard told me I had ‘less than zero magical potential’. I act as a sort of ‘endothermic sink', she said. I can’t use magic at all myself, and I’m resistant to a lot of small spells, basically. It has its usages.”
She shrugs and begins sliding her now empty mug back and forth between her hands. The mug spins lazily across the lightly sanded table.
“I’m satisfied. Unless you have anything else to add, you are free to report to the Enclave with the Fae. I’ll be in touch with you after you return from your vacation, just to check up on the both of you.”
Iulia begins washing out her mug in the small wash basin near the brewing contraption. A somewhat dingy hand towel rests forlornly on the counter, the knit pattern of a formerly vibrant rooster faded and worn. Still, it manages to dry yet another mug before finding itself hung neatly over a small wooden peg in the wall.
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Montag Decker
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 114
Age: 37
Physical Description: Montag cuts a rather distinguished figure, in and out of the blaze. Tall at 6'7", slicked back soot black hair, broad of shoulder, and with a winning smile, he cuts quite the image of an inspirational leader.
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Clothes and Equipment: On duty at the fire station, Chief Decker wears a simple uniform of a white collared dress shirt with the badge of the Isran fire department on the upper sleeves, and black dress pants.
At an emergency, he wears a flame retardant coat, gloves, pants with suspenders, thick boots, and a red helmet to protect from falling debris. The badge of Isra is pinned to his coat to denote him as the Fire Chief.
His main tool of his trade is his cedar wand, which he uses to cast water magic and spells to help with breathing, seeing in smoke filled spaces, and breaking down doors to enter rooms.
Off duty, he wears regular civilian clothes, and a black leather duster to keep dry during storms.
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Allegiances: The Empire of Isra
Registered: Jun 20, 2018 19:06:22 GMT -8
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Post by Montag Decker on Sept 24, 2018 10:38:10 GMT -8
Montag nodded that he understood, and set his own half finished cup of tea down by the sink as well, lightly patting Iulia's shoulder as he left, "I want to say thank you for the excellent handling of this case. You've done good work, and deserve a raise. But as one public servant to another, we'll never get those expected raises. Good luck out there."
He left the little room, heading back up to the courtyard to collect the Fae to head onto the enclave. He silently prayed that the guard would've noticed her condition and not handled her too roughly from the room, and that the Fae didn't put up too much a fight, though that last sentiment seemed rather unwarranted considering the state she was in when he left.
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Dixie Starr
Established
Roleplay posts: 49
Age: 21
Physical Description: With long golden hair, bright blue eyes, and a figure that would make a succubus jealous, Dixie is a beauty by anyone's standard. She is of fairly average height, although she frequently wears taller shoes when she has to go out.
Full pic: https://i.imgur.com/EhAX1ME.jpg
Clothes and Equipment: Thanks to her wealthy "friends", Dixie dresses strictly in finery in the current fashions. Most of her clothes are either custom-made or have been altered to fit more comfortably, while still allowing her to breathe.
Allegiances: Isran Empire
Registered: Feb 12, 2018 18:47:04 GMT -8
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Post by Dixie Starr on Oct 10, 2018 13:15:22 GMT -8
Dixie approached the headquarters, hesitating at the door for a moment before stepping inside. This was what she wanted, wasn't it? To try to do something new with her life? Well, here she was, trying something new. Trying to make something of herself, without the help of Robert or Naoki or anyone else. She wanted to do things on her own, for once. Here she was, dressed significantly more modestly than she ordinarily would be, and with a sense of determination that she rarely felt outside of uncorking a particularly stubborn bottle of champagne. Robert's offer to find her a secretarial job had been generous, but she had the sneaking suspicion that she would have been little more than a decoration. She walked through the doorway and to the desk, looking around for the clerk.
"Hello," she said. She took a deep breath, steadying herself before she continued. Here she went, no time for cowardice!
"I'd like to join the guard."
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Isran Law Enforcement
Established
Only wrongdoers need fear
Roleplay posts: 21
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Registered: Aug 12, 2018 10:39:09 GMT -8
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Post by Isran Law Enforcement on Oct 11, 2018 7:33:05 GMT -8
The first sight one sees stepping into main entrance of The Square is a span of impressive desks stretching from left to right spanning the entire width of the room. Against the wall sit an assortment of chairs and tables, obviously built for cost effectiveness over comfort. A single pitcher with a few flowers thrown in is, surprisingly, well tended. The sunflowers appear quite happy with their surroundings, adding a healthy splash of color to the otherwise muted color scheme of the front office.
The desks, seven in all, sit behind an impressively build wooden wall rising to about waist height for the average person. From the top of the wooden barrier up extend square iron bars placed just a few inches apart from one another, handily separating guests from the clerks.
From behind one of the desks, a clerk gestures for Dixie to approach.
“A recruit, eh?” he nods several times. “Good to have your interest. I’ll send back for a recruitment officer to come meet with you.”
Scarcely a few seconds later, a door at the far end of the room opens and a middle-aged guard dressed in a fine grey jacket with matching trousers and a black cravat over a white shirt steps out. He greets Dixie with a friendly hand shake.
“Good morning! My name is Lieutenant Meyer, I work here in recruitment. If you would, we can head back to my desk. I’ll have a few questions for you before we get down to the actual application process. We’ll need to establish if you are eligible to apply to The Guard first, and then judge your interests and ability to serve, should you go through with the application. Do you have any questions for me before we get started?”
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Dixie Starr
Established
Roleplay posts: 49
Age: 21
Physical Description: With long golden hair, bright blue eyes, and a figure that would make a succubus jealous, Dixie is a beauty by anyone's standard. She is of fairly average height, although she frequently wears taller shoes when she has to go out.
Full pic: https://i.imgur.com/EhAX1ME.jpg
Clothes and Equipment: Thanks to her wealthy "friends", Dixie dresses strictly in finery in the current fashions. Most of her clothes are either custom-made or have been altered to fit more comfortably, while still allowing her to breathe.
Allegiances: Isran Empire
Registered: Feb 12, 2018 18:47:04 GMT -8
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Post by Dixie Starr on Oct 11, 2018 16:25:12 GMT -8
Meeting with a recruitment officer, already? Dixie had thought that she'd have to set up an appointment. She was sure that she'd have more time...but this was how things worked in the city, she supposed. Some things were bogged down by bureaucracy, while others flew by. She beamed at the friendly Lieutenant, shaking his hand.
"It's very nice to meet you, Lieutenant! I, er, don't have any questions at the moment...I wouldn't know what to ask, or where to start. I'm sure I'll come up with some more questions along the way..."
She followed the officer to his desk, clutching her hands together behind her back to stop their trembling. She was nervous, but at the same time excited. Surely she'd do well in the interview, wouldn't she? Would there be a physical portion? She certainly wasn't out of shape, and had excellent endurance despite almost never running anywhere...but it wasn't as though she spent hours lifting heavy things, either.
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Isran Law Enforcement
Established
Only wrongdoers need fear
Roleplay posts: 21
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Registered: Aug 12, 2018 10:39:09 GMT -8
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Post by Isran Law Enforcement on Oct 12, 2018 9:49:21 GMT -8
The pair weave their way through rows of desks, some cluttered with papers and others completely bare. Whilst they maneuver, Meyer walks backwards through the fray and chats to Dixie. “To begin, The Guard gets dozens and dozens of applicants per week. We try to streamline the process as much as possible by asking the tougher questions up front. If you don’t manage to qualify at this stage, barring some egregious misconduct on your part, you can come back in a month and re-apply. Usually, applicants trip up on either the physical examination, or can’t quite articulate the laws as well as we would like. If you can’t qualify after three of these initial interviews, we would bar you from applying again in the future.” Meyer extends a hand towards a chair on one side of a desk situated in the far corner of the office space. It is slightly larger than the general population of desks, made of a rich red cherry wood. A mug full of pencils and quills, three different colored ink pots, a small glowing stone, and several books are all that sit on the desk. Behind Meyer is a large bookshelf filled with leather bound volumes titled such descriptive sounding things as “ Free City Applications - A thru F” and “ The Square Office Proceedings and Policies”. Riveting stuff. “We’ll start with your name and age, please, as well as your general motivation for wanting to join The Guard. Nothing fancy, just tell me what brought you in to apply today.”
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Dixie Starr
Established
Roleplay posts: 49
Age: 21
Physical Description: With long golden hair, bright blue eyes, and a figure that would make a succubus jealous, Dixie is a beauty by anyone's standard. She is of fairly average height, although she frequently wears taller shoes when she has to go out.
Full pic: https://i.imgur.com/EhAX1ME.jpg
Clothes and Equipment: Thanks to her wealthy "friends", Dixie dresses strictly in finery in the current fashions. Most of her clothes are either custom-made or have been altered to fit more comfortably, while still allowing her to breathe.
Allegiances: Isran Empire
Registered: Feb 12, 2018 18:47:04 GMT -8
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Post by Dixie Starr on Oct 13, 2018 11:59:51 GMT -8
Dixie was fairly confident in her ability to know the laws and regulations of the city, having spent so much time around Robert as he filed stacks on stacks of paperwork. However, the mention of the physical exam worried her. What would they test her on? How thorough and physical would this examination be? Despite having better-than-average conditioning, running was a struggle for her. Did they offer mounted positions? She liked horses, and had always been good with them. Back home, she'd been able to tame even the most rowdy stallion...but of course, nobody had known her for that. No, back home she'd just been Dixie the Bar Girl, or Shortcake, or any number of unfortunate nicknames. Coming out here was a new beginning, and she was determined to make a name for herself and garner some respect.
As she sat down in the offered chair, Dixie's eyes scanned over the various objects on and around the desk. The books looked awfully dreary, but she figured that they were probably the sort of thing that officers of the law were expected to know. The glowing stone caught her eye, and she wondered where such a thing had come from. It had to be enchanted...but what was it for? Just a conversation piece, or perhaps a paperweight? Maybe it had some purpose, but she couldn't for the life of her think of what.
"My name and age? Oh, my name is Dixie Belle Starr. I'm twenty-one years old. As for why I want to join...well, I just want to make something of myself. I want a job that people will respect, a job that can make a difference. Something...something people don't expect when they see me."
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Isran Law Enforcement
Established
Only wrongdoers need fear
Roleplay posts: 21
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Registered: Aug 12, 2018 10:39:09 GMT -8
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Post by Isran Law Enforcement on Oct 14, 2018 11:56:37 GMT -8
Meyer thumbs his way to a blank page in one of the thinner books and begins jotting down a few notes.
“Right, Miss Starr. That’s a noble goal, one a fair number of applicants share in some regard.”
It was an aspect of pride among the recruitment officers in The Guard how many people said that working to protect Isra was something they saw as an honorable and respectable position. There would always be that subset of the population that disliked the forces of law and order, but the general population was more glad to have The Guard than resentful. For the most part.
“Please do answer this next question honestly. Have you ever committed crimes against the Isran Empire, her laws, officials, or other representatives?”
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Dixie Starr
Established
Roleplay posts: 49
Age: 21
Physical Description: With long golden hair, bright blue eyes, and a figure that would make a succubus jealous, Dixie is a beauty by anyone's standard. She is of fairly average height, although she frequently wears taller shoes when she has to go out.
Full pic: https://i.imgur.com/EhAX1ME.jpg
Clothes and Equipment: Thanks to her wealthy "friends", Dixie dresses strictly in finery in the current fashions. Most of her clothes are either custom-made or have been altered to fit more comfortably, while still allowing her to breathe.
Allegiances: Isran Empire
Registered: Feb 12, 2018 18:47:04 GMT -8
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Post by Dixie Starr on Oct 15, 2018 11:52:45 GMT -8
Crimes? What did the man take her for, some common criminal? Dixie shook her head emphatically. What a silly question it was, she thought. Even if she did run around committing crimes all the time, what sort of fool would admit to such a thing? Thinking back, the only time she'd ever gotten into trouble with the authorities was a couple of years ago, when she'd had far too much to drink and had been apprehended for disorderly conduct and "immoral behavior". Dixie was fairly certain that the second charge had been made up, but she'd paid the fine and gotten on with her life. That didn't count though, did it? No, definitely not. It wasn't in Isra, after all, and minor offences in little villages weren't worth much of anything.
"No no, never. I wouldn't ever. Why would I? I was living with Robert Fletcher until recently, I've never wanted for anything since I moved out here to the city. I've nothing to gain through crime."
And besides, she thought, she'd learned her lesson about riding horses into taverns without a shirt on.
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Isran Law Enforcement
Established
Only wrongdoers need fear
Roleplay posts: 21
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Registered: Aug 12, 2018 10:39:09 GMT -8
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Post by Isran Law Enforcement on Oct 15, 2018 13:12:41 GMT -8
“Right. Just a formality, that one. Anything particularly noteworthy would have come up in your file already. The Guard has very good records. We like to give the choice of fessing up early, should it be necessary. You, however, have nothing to worry about. Enjoying youth is not a crime in and of itself.”
He smiles, thinking back to his own time as a young man. He had met his husband after accidentally making off with several horses tied up outside a backwater tavern. The two of them had drunkenly riden several leagues before the real owners of their horse parade managed to catch up.
“Final question for the time being. We have several different offices that make up The Guard. You could work here in the Square or at another prison with The Office of Prisons and Jails. Gatekeeping and Control is a popular choice, what they do is fairly evident in the title. If it strikes your fancy, The Office of Investigation is always looking for self-motivated recruits. Do you have one in mind that you would like to apply for directly? If not, we’ll proceed with a blanket application and sort you into your best fit later down the road.”
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Dixie Starr
Established
Roleplay posts: 49
Age: 21
Physical Description: With long golden hair, bright blue eyes, and a figure that would make a succubus jealous, Dixie is a beauty by anyone's standard. She is of fairly average height, although she frequently wears taller shoes when she has to go out.
Full pic: https://i.imgur.com/EhAX1ME.jpg
Clothes and Equipment: Thanks to her wealthy "friends", Dixie dresses strictly in finery in the current fashions. Most of her clothes are either custom-made or have been altered to fit more comfortably, while still allowing her to breathe.
Allegiances: Isran Empire
Registered: Feb 12, 2018 18:47:04 GMT -8
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Post by Dixie Starr on Oct 15, 2018 13:49:50 GMT -8
They had a file on her? When did they get a file? What was on the file? Dixie's face flushed red as he mentioned her "enjoying youth". How had they known? The imperial eye looked far and saw all, it seemed. Still, she'd thought that such a minor offense so long ago would have gone forgotten. Did they have these files on everybody? She'd only just arrived. Nobody had known she was coming in today, so they must have just had it on hand. Perhaps they'd investigated her due to her proximity to Robert and the Empress. That would make sense, after all.
When he mentioned the different offices of the guard, Dixie paused and thought for a moment. Prison guarding seemed awfully dull, and she wasn't sure that she'd do well shut in with so many violent individuals in such a confined space. The thought of the stench of rot and unwashed bodies made her shiver in disgust. The gate-keeping and patrol seemed to be little better. Despite being outside all the time, surely standing by a gate would get dull day after day. Patrolling the city wouldn't be too bad, but surely there was something more glamorous than chasing after cutpurses and sweet-roll snatchers all day long. That left her with only one choice, the most mysterious of the three. Perhaps it would be intriguing, like trying to piece together a puzzle. If nothing else, it had to be better than prison guarding.
"I'd like to apply for the Office of Investigation, please. I think I'd be best suited to work there."
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Iulia Iotapa
Committed
Roleplay posts: 75
Age: 31
Physical Description: Iulia is a shorter woman of a trim and very fit build. She has medium-length brown hair, practically styled out of the way in a tight braid. Appearance-wise, Iulia is on the plain side of average.
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Clothes and Equipment: Iulia is never seen without a hat or other head covering of some sort. These tend towards practical and are extremely modest in style. Her usual headgear wardrobe rotates between a maroon beret with a small star insignia, or a black Breton cap. Iulia’s Isran Guard uniform consists of a standard tunic, jacket, crossbelt, and boots, but has a long skirt in place of the regular trousers. When not in uniform, Iulia tends towards long, dark-colored, and well fitted dresses.
As jewelry and other pieces of finery tend to get in the way of the more physical aspects of her work, Iulia tends to go without accessories of any sort when working. Her hands, well worn and scarred from boxing, are covered by gloves whenever appropriate. She possess a weighty and intricate pocket watch, a gift from her father.
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Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : as needed
Registered: Jun 28, 2018 8:07:17 GMT -8
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Post by Iulia Iotapa on Oct 16, 2018 3:43:13 GMT -8
“A solid choice.”
Meyer takes the glowing stone in his hands and whispers a few words over it. As he does, the color shifts from a dull blue to a bright violet.
“I’ve sent for one of our off duty investigators to come take over from here. Congratulations, Miss Starr, you made it past the eligibility questions.”
He busies himself transcribing his notes over from the thin book to a single loose sheet of parchment. After a few moments, a curt voice sounds from behind Dixie.
“Lieutenant, you rang?”
Meyer folds the completed notes up into a tight rectangle and motions with it for the speaker to come round to his side of the desk.
“Miss Starr, this is Investigator Iotapa. She will take you through the physical and knowledge exams for your chosen office. Pass or fail, we’ll speak again. I need to go meet another hopeful applicant for the time being!”
The older officer stands up from his desk and walks back towards the reception area. Iulia looks Dixie up over as she skims the notes Meyer handed to her.
The Investigator’s own paperwork charitably lists her as being 5’1”. The more uncharitable, yet honest, person would list her at barely 5’. A brownish bruise, nearly healed, graces the left side of her face. Her grey eyes smile almost as much as the rest of her face. And even the borderline prudish fashion in which Iulia dresses can’t hide the fact that she is impressively fit. A crimson beret finishes her look, resting on top of her head at a jaunty angle.
“Pleasure to meet you, Miss Starr. Call me Iulia. I hear you want to join the Office of Investigation! You and I have two things to get through before we’ll let you in and give you of these.”
Iulia pulls at small metal chain hanging from one of her vest pockets. Out comes a bright metal emblem about the size of an oak leaf. On it is emblazoned The Guard’s seal with the words We are The Law! inscribed in a half circle under it.
The badge returns to its pocket as Iulia leads Dixie out of the main office area. Iulia walks backwards so that she can look at the new recruit as they move.
“I’ll let you choose which examination you’d like to go through first. Physical or verbal?”
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Dixie Starr
Established
Roleplay posts: 49
Age: 21
Physical Description: With long golden hair, bright blue eyes, and a figure that would make a succubus jealous, Dixie is a beauty by anyone's standard. She is of fairly average height, although she frequently wears taller shoes when she has to go out.
Full pic: https://i.imgur.com/EhAX1ME.jpg
Clothes and Equipment: Thanks to her wealthy "friends", Dixie dresses strictly in finery in the current fashions. Most of her clothes are either custom-made or have been altered to fit more comfortably, while still allowing her to breathe.
Allegiances: Isran Empire
Registered: Feb 12, 2018 18:47:04 GMT -8
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Post by Dixie Starr on Oct 16, 2018 18:19:43 GMT -8
So that was what the stone had been for. Dixie was intrigued by the casual use of magic, something that had impressed her ever since coming to Isra. Back home, such a thing would be almost unheard of, especially for such a mundane purpose. Just another wonder of the big city, she supposed. Being able to train and employ so many mages, to create little things like this...what other marvels had she been missing out on in her tiny little backwater village?
When the investigator spoke, Dixie turned to look. For some reason, she hadn't expected a woman. Still, it was a pleasant surprise. Investigator Iopata was even shorter than she was, but her commanding presence and confident posture offset her diminutive stature. Dixie rose, following the woman as she headed through the office.
"It's very nice to meet you, Inv- er, Iulia. I do hope I can do well in your tests."
She eyed the little pendant with its rather aggressive motto curiously, wondering if she'd be carrying one by the end of the day. If she wore one, would she be the law? Would she be able to see herself as such? Would others? Dixie had no idea, but she supposed she'd have to wait and see. When Iopata offered to let her choose which test to take first, she paused. She wanted to get the physical test out of the way, but decided against it. Something told her that the investigator would show little mercy in the examination, and she didn't want to be too exhausted to think clearly for the verbal exam. Perhaps a male investigator would have been better, she thought. Maybe a man would be more lenient in the physical test.
"I'll, um, I'll take the verbal exam first, please."
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Iulia Iotapa
Committed
Roleplay posts: 75
Age: 31
Physical Description: Iulia is a shorter woman of a trim and very fit build. She has medium-length brown hair, practically styled out of the way in a tight braid. Appearance-wise, Iulia is on the plain side of average.
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Clothes and Equipment: Iulia is never seen without a hat or other head covering of some sort. These tend towards practical and are extremely modest in style. Her usual headgear wardrobe rotates between a maroon beret with a small star insignia, or a black Breton cap. Iulia’s Isran Guard uniform consists of a standard tunic, jacket, crossbelt, and boots, but has a long skirt in place of the regular trousers. When not in uniform, Iulia tends towards long, dark-colored, and well fitted dresses.
As jewelry and other pieces of finery tend to get in the way of the more physical aspects of her work, Iulia tends to go without accessories of any sort when working. Her hands, well worn and scarred from boxing, are covered by gloves whenever appropriate. She possess a weighty and intricate pocket watch, a gift from her father.
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Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : as needed
Registered: Jun 28, 2018 8:07:17 GMT -8
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Post by Iulia Iotapa on Oct 17, 2018 1:09:34 GMT -8
Iulia held off on making any mental judgements on Dixie for the time being. Her nervousness was understandable, not something to fault her for. At 21, Dixie was nearly ten years younger than Iulia, and a few years below the average age of Guard Investigators. Having the desire to serve at a younger age, and in one of the more fast paced and stressful offices, was commendable. Iulia would be happy to have her on the force, should Dixie be able to pass the tests.
Iulia winds her way through the maze-like hallways of The Square until the two emerge into a long, narrow room with an assortment of tables and benches. The smell of food labels this room as the guard’s cafeteria. It is later in the morning, so Iulia and Dixie easily find an empty table. The investigator sits opposite the new recruit.
“The verbal exam is constructed to test how well you can reason out various situations. We as Investigators use the law as the guiding point and constant ruler for our actions and decisions. That said, nothing is ever as cut and dry as we might want it to be. There are no true right answers or solutions to the verbal exam, but there are correct ways of thinking.”
“Here is our first scenario. Take as long as you need to answer. If you have any follow up questions to the scenario, feel free to ask them. Remember, as an Investigator, you are given broad powers to call on witnesses, interrogate suspects, and gather evidence. Keep in mind that, barring major misconduct on your part, what you find and submit in your reports will be considered as fact.”
Iulia flips open a pad of paper and reads from it, glancing at Dixie every few sentences to make sure she is following along.
“Say that you have been assigned a case where a prominent widow claims she was assaulted by a chimney sweep. The sweep says that the woman ran into the hall and began beating both herself and the sweep with one of his brooms after shouting incoherently. The woman claims the sweep started beating her when she came to check on his work. You arrive at the house with both sweep and widow being held in separate rooms. How do you proceed?”
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Dixie Starr
Established
Roleplay posts: 49
Age: 21
Physical Description: With long golden hair, bright blue eyes, and a figure that would make a succubus jealous, Dixie is a beauty by anyone's standard. She is of fairly average height, although she frequently wears taller shoes when she has to go out.
Full pic: https://i.imgur.com/EhAX1ME.jpg
Clothes and Equipment: Thanks to her wealthy "friends", Dixie dresses strictly in finery in the current fashions. Most of her clothes are either custom-made or have been altered to fit more comfortably, while still allowing her to breathe.
Allegiances: Isran Empire
Registered: Feb 12, 2018 18:47:04 GMT -8
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Post by Dixie Starr on Oct 17, 2018 14:57:11 GMT -8
As they walked through the building, Dixie was impressed at how expansive the Square was. She'd never realized how big it was, or how many people worked here...but then again, she hadn't paid any particular attention to the city's law enforcement until just recently. At least it seemed like a clean, well-run operation for now, although Dixie was sure that everything would look different if she ended up working here.
Sitting down, she listened closely to Iulia's little scenario. She was taken aback for a moment by the format of the examination, not expecting such an open-ended line of questioning. What would she do? She frowned, trying to work the problem over in her head.
"Why would either of them do such a thing?" she mused. "It doesn't make very much sense, this scenario...but I suppose problems like this seldom do."
How was she even supposed to start? Why would the woman begin hitting herself with the brooms, except to get the sweep in trouble? Why would a sweep suddenly attack his employer out of the blue? People didn't do things like this out of nowhere, there had to be some reason. If only there was a way to see what had happened...was there?
"I suppose I'd go talk to the widow first. Ask her how long she'd employed the sweep, if she knew him for a long while or if he was new...and I think I'd look at the palms of her hands, too. A sweep's brooms are covered in soot, every inch. If she grabbed the broom, surely there'd be soot on her palms and fingers. It wouldn't be the same if she'd just been hit by the broom...I think."
She opened and closed her hand experimentally several times, trying to imagine how grabbing a sweep's broom would stain the hand.
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Iulia Iotapa
Committed
Roleplay posts: 75
Age: 31
Physical Description: Iulia is a shorter woman of a trim and very fit build. She has medium-length brown hair, practically styled out of the way in a tight braid. Appearance-wise, Iulia is on the plain side of average.
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Clothes and Equipment: Iulia is never seen without a hat or other head covering of some sort. These tend towards practical and are extremely modest in style. Her usual headgear wardrobe rotates between a maroon beret with a small star insignia, or a black Breton cap. Iulia’s Isran Guard uniform consists of a standard tunic, jacket, crossbelt, and boots, but has a long skirt in place of the regular trousers. When not in uniform, Iulia tends towards long, dark-colored, and well fitted dresses.
As jewelry and other pieces of finery tend to get in the way of the more physical aspects of her work, Iulia tends to go without accessories of any sort when working. Her hands, well worn and scarred from boxing, are covered by gloves whenever appropriate. She possess a weighty and intricate pocket watch, a gift from her father.
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Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : as needed
Registered: Jun 28, 2018 8:07:17 GMT -8
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Post by Iulia Iotapa on Oct 18, 2018 10:14:28 GMT -8
Iulia nodded encouragingly as Dixie laid out a marvelously intuitive way to go about starting the enquiry. Investigating the widow’s hands whilst questioning her was a great bit of work. And acting out holding the broom showed physical engagement with the scenario, not just mental.
“Oh, that’s an excellent start. You take both witnesses and evidence into account. Not only does your strategy help gather information, but it keeps hypothetical investigator’s cards close to her chest. The widow doesn’t know what you are doing, aside from questioning her. Should she be guilty here, your tactic of observing her hands secretly wouldn’t arouse too much suspicion from her. I’m not sure if that was your direct intention, but your idea is solid."
On to the next part of the question. Dixie seemed to be a quick thinker and resourceful, both marks in her favor. “Now, dealing with people of all sorts is key in this job. Would you consider yourself someone who can use both intimidation and general charisma to get what information you need from a suspect? Sometimes having someone be afraid of what you could maybe do to them is better than trying to butter them up. Say this woman in our scenario is belligerent and angry that you haven’t arrested the sweep yet. Do you think you could talk her into being cooperative?”
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Dixie Starr
Established
Roleplay posts: 49
Age: 21
Physical Description: With long golden hair, bright blue eyes, and a figure that would make a succubus jealous, Dixie is a beauty by anyone's standard. She is of fairly average height, although she frequently wears taller shoes when she has to go out.
Full pic: https://i.imgur.com/EhAX1ME.jpg
Clothes and Equipment: Thanks to her wealthy "friends", Dixie dresses strictly in finery in the current fashions. Most of her clothes are either custom-made or have been altered to fit more comfortably, while still allowing her to breathe.
Allegiances: Isran Empire
Registered: Feb 12, 2018 18:47:04 GMT -8
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Post by Dixie Starr on Oct 22, 2018 14:59:31 GMT -8
Dixie beamed, encouraged by the investigator's praise. Perhaps she was suited for this kind of work after all! Was this based off of a real case? If it was, what had the result been? Of course, Iulia most likely wouldn't tell her such things until after the test was over, if at all. It was a promising start, but she was far from finished. And indeed, Iulia's next question caught Dixie off-guard. Could she intimidate a suspect? She'd never tried, having always relied on her charm to get what she wanted from people. Intimidation was for people like Roxanne, people who carried swords and weren't afraid to use their fists. She hesitated for a moment, unsure as to how she should respond.
"I...I'm not sure. I'm not an intimidating person. I'm much better at calming people down, reasoning with them, coaxing and convincing...but I don't know about intimidation. I suppose I could learn...but I don't exactly look scary, you know?"
Then again, she thought, the diminutive Inspector Iopata wasn't exactly the most frightening-looking person either...but the way she carried herself made Dixie think that she could be very convincing if she needed to be.
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Iulia Iotapa
Committed
Roleplay posts: 75
Age: 31
Physical Description: Iulia is a shorter woman of a trim and very fit build. She has medium-length brown hair, practically styled out of the way in a tight braid. Appearance-wise, Iulia is on the plain side of average.
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Clothes and Equipment: Iulia is never seen without a hat or other head covering of some sort. These tend towards practical and are extremely modest in style. Her usual headgear wardrobe rotates between a maroon beret with a small star insignia, or a black Breton cap. Iulia’s Isran Guard uniform consists of a standard tunic, jacket, crossbelt, and boots, but has a long skirt in place of the regular trousers. When not in uniform, Iulia tends towards long, dark-colored, and well fitted dresses.
As jewelry and other pieces of finery tend to get in the way of the more physical aspects of her work, Iulia tends to go without accessories of any sort when working. Her hands, well worn and scarred from boxing, are covered by gloves whenever appropriate. She possess a weighty and intricate pocket watch, a gift from her father.
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Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : as needed
Registered: Jun 28, 2018 8:07:17 GMT -8
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Post by Iulia Iotapa on Oct 23, 2018 9:13:55 GMT -8
“A dragon is scary, Miss Starr. An investigator has presence. Hunters hear a dragon roar and prepare for a fight. The same hunter, when confronted with an investigator, will stare at the ground and kick the dirt.”
A pause. Off in the kitchen, the sounds of pots being filled with water in preparation for cooking echo through the nearly empty dining hall.
“Everyone has expectations and fears going into any stressful circumstance. You, for example, might be a bit intimidated by me and by this exam. You might be expecting me to shake my head and sigh, or frown and take notes on my papers. I could do any one of those actions and influence your behavior.”
Iulia looks over the top of her eyeglasses, giving Dixie a kind look.
“But I won’t. At least not unless you give me a reason to. If you can calm someone down or work to smooth over an awkward conversation, you can learn to use those similar skills to intimidate. It probably won’t surprise you to learn that the badge and uniform help you make the right sorts of impressions.”
Iulia gestures to her own costume. The black overcoat with its upturned collar and silver shoulder boards, the gleaming buttons, the smartly fastened cravat, the pressed tunic, each part cuts an imposing and distinguished look.
“On to the next query. Why do you believe The Guard exists?”
The question is a short one, but the way that Iulia hovers her pencil over her parchment in anticipation shows how important the answer will be.
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Dixie Starr
Established
Roleplay posts: 49
Age: 21
Physical Description: With long golden hair, bright blue eyes, and a figure that would make a succubus jealous, Dixie is a beauty by anyone's standard. She is of fairly average height, although she frequently wears taller shoes when she has to go out.
Full pic: https://i.imgur.com/EhAX1ME.jpg
Clothes and Equipment: Thanks to her wealthy "friends", Dixie dresses strictly in finery in the current fashions. Most of her clothes are either custom-made or have been altered to fit more comfortably, while still allowing her to breathe.
Allegiances: Isran Empire
Registered: Feb 12, 2018 18:47:04 GMT -8
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Post by Dixie Starr on Oct 25, 2018 11:07:51 GMT -8
Presence. Dixie considered Iulia's explanation, wondering if she'd ever have the same sort of presence that the woman before her seemed to emanate. Was it something that could be learned? The investigator certainly seemed to think so, which was very encouraging. The uniform was definitely sharp and imposing, although Dixie wondered if they'd have one that would fit her properly. Well-fitting clothes were often a struggle, and she'd resigned herself to making alterations or going to the tailor with everything she bought.
The third question seemed simple enough. Too simple, in fact. Was there something she was missing? Was it a trick question, with some hidden answer that she was supposed to know? What was the purpose of The Guard? According to her friends back home, the town's measly force of four watchmen served no other purpose than to bother them and complain. Out here, though, The Guard seemed to have a much bigger justification for existing. It was such a big organization, running so smoothly...to do what?
"I'd say The Guard is here to protect the people of Isra," she said, after a pause. "To maintain order, and to keep the government and law-abiding citizens safe from criminal behavior. To bring lawbreakers to justice."
All of these purposes sounded good enough, but would they be the answer that Investigator Iopata was looking for? Dixie couldn't tell, and it worried her. The question wouldn't have been on the test if it weren't important, after all.
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Iulia Iotapa
Committed
Roleplay posts: 75
Age: 31
Physical Description: Iulia is a shorter woman of a trim and very fit build. She has medium-length brown hair, practically styled out of the way in a tight braid. Appearance-wise, Iulia is on the plain side of average.
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Clothes and Equipment: Iulia is never seen without a hat or other head covering of some sort. These tend towards practical and are extremely modest in style. Her usual headgear wardrobe rotates between a maroon beret with a small star insignia, or a black Breton cap. Iulia’s Isran Guard uniform consists of a standard tunic, jacket, crossbelt, and boots, but has a long skirt in place of the regular trousers. When not in uniform, Iulia tends towards long, dark-colored, and well fitted dresses.
As jewelry and other pieces of finery tend to get in the way of the more physical aspects of her work, Iulia tends to go without accessories of any sort when working. Her hands, well worn and scarred from boxing, are covered by gloves whenever appropriate. She possess a weighty and intricate pocket watch, a gift from her father.
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Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : as needed
Registered: Jun 28, 2018 8:07:17 GMT -8
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Post by Iulia Iotapa on Oct 29, 2018 10:23:49 GMT -8
“Yes, in a way, you are right. You’ve hit at what it is The Guard does without exactly touching on the why as much as I'd like.”
Iulia made no move to write anything down. She looked at her paper, largely blank except for a few scribbled lines. Dixie had a good head on her shoulders. She hadn’t shown anything that would disqualify her from serving as a investigator.
There was the matter of Dixie’s disposition. She wasn’t exactly your traditional hard-boiled type, nor was she as silently confident and collected as Investigator Iotapa. Iulia remembered back to her time before serving with The Guard. Her previous attempts at starting a career had all ended in some relative form of disappointment. Rather than let that sink her confidence, it had buoyed her up. She had at least found one thing she did not want to do with the rest of her life and had gotten out early. Once she found The Guard, Iulia had felt much more at home. She grew to fill the position and found herself gaining confidence and assurances.
“I’ll elaborate here just a bit. The Guard serves as a line of protection against lawlessness. The Isran Empire is great because it offers peace from the chaos you see out in rest of the world. Think about it. You can go about your day, walking freely in the street, visiting your favorite tavern, seeing friends, going to the market, what have you. By enforcing the law, by bringing law breakers to justice, we let the average Isran citizen live freely. For my office specifically, investigating crimes and bringing criminals to justice not only keeps the peace, but helps make the Isran way of life even possible in the first place.”
It is a noble goal, yet not one totally shared by the entire Office of Investigation, let alone The Guard. Dixie seemed like a good sort, one that could learn to understand and appreciate what The Guard should do. Her instincts and intentions were in the right place. Iulia was satisfied on the mental abilities of this young recruit.
But there was still that physical examination.
“Right! I think that’s enough from me, Miss Starr. Well done, I am satisfied with your answers here. There is definite room for improvement, but if we hired perfect candidates, your average investigator like me would be out of a job.”
A smile as Iulia stretched her arms overhead, bending gently from side to side. She picked up her papers and tamped them on the tabletop a few times before sliding the bundle into a folder.
“Any questions for me before we move to the physical?”
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