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No one should have to manipulate people on the whim of a higher power, but then again, no one would want to, either. A beautiful and unfortunate young woman had Lost everything. She had nothing - no job, no home, no family o Friends to turn to, not even hope - but eventually found salvation in the world of organized crime. Though reluctant, the Consort felt she was a respected member of the Mafia. Unknown to her, she was just being used as the Mafia's residential Femme Fatale. Much to the Consort's chagrin, her role in the mafia stuck with her, and she was too far into the whole ordeal to...
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The man grew up in the town as an average kid with an average childhood and an average education. The same monotonous routine of his daily life was simple giorno after giorno until he decided on a goal to finally strive for. He decided to become a private investigator like on the detective shows his parents would occasionally watch. In his young adult years he had followed around a man he revered as the best investigator in town who had subdued numerous criminals and psychopaths in his career. da following the investigator, he slowly built up a well of knowledge in how to properly find information...
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A child that was never meant to talk throughout his whole life. A child that sits in a corner waiting and listening for any sleight noise in his vicinity. He crouches to hear voices near by. He then hears the voices needed to make his plan go into action. He was born in a family of five with the least talent, looks, and athletic ability. The only ability he had was the ability to find "things." The ability to share things throughout his life was unnecessary. He was outcast, unwanted among the towns people, but he had one thing going for him. te could call this talent, but in all honesty, it...
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The Godfather leans back in his chair, a cigar puffing out amongst his accomplices. "So? Any idea who should fall tonight?" The consigliere speaks up. "The man on 5th Avenue, the one with the limp. He's our Investigator. He's the one we should take out." The Godfather nods his head slowly, and then glances towards the two men sitting on his right. One's hands are scarred, burned da the acid he uses. The other has a revolver strapped to his waste. Both men glance at each other, and then look back towards the Godfather. "Then it's done," the Godfather says, removing the cigar from his mouth and...
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The Vampire Hunter was a normal person like everybody else, there were always rumors of Vampires, he did not believe in them, later in in the anno he heard of people recitazione strange, being incredibly sensitive to light, he then started hearing about disappearances and then actually about Vampiri#From Dracula to Buffy... and all creatures of the night in between. taking over towns, obviously no he knew they were real, there were so many towns people, good people, taken their lives da force and making their lives into a race for who get’s blood and who doesn’t. “if this continues there will be più Vampiri#From Dracula to Buffy... and all creatures of the night in between. than they can feed on, all the people on earth...
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An ex-police officer is enraged da the increase of crime on the streets of his town. While he was fired for his violent and rash methods, he has a strong sense of justice. As the death toll in the town rises, his anger only grows as he finds the criminal's identity is obvious. That night, he makes his final, heavy decision. If the law won't take down this fiend, he'll have to do it himself. He fishes his pistol out of the end tavolo beside his bed, loading it with two bullets. One to kill, and one for backup. He usually didn't miss, but it paid to be cautious. Using the shadow of the night as...
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The Veteran laughed in the darkness. Afraid of the dark, no way. Afraid of the monsters in the bed? The man with his hand on trigger of a gun laughed nervously. He wasn't scared of anything he had told himself. Sure he was a past war time hero, but he was so used to ambushes and life threatening situations that it made the man simply neurotic. His cuore pulsed with ever sound that was made and just a simply shadow would make him pull the trigger. Yes, he was this scared of death. How could he not, seeing so many die in horrible ways. All he knew from being kidnapped and miraculously escaping...
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The Transporter is obsessed with inventions, gears, oil, and springs. Her nights are whittled away da fantastical ideas and what-ifs, has-bes and will-beens. Experiments involving carriages and hot air balloons produce steam powered chariots, which she forces upon prospect customers. Lamps hang from rotting wooden posts strew across the village, interlinked da a web of wires that avvolgere around every doorframe and gutter. She often mumbles to herself as she passes da the bakery, drawing attention from the local Investigators and Consiglieres. What could this Salem belle be planning for the innocent...
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veloce, swift as the wind, the ex-ninja ran through the streets of Salem, entering a black forest. He dashed through the woods, graceful as a cheetah, until he saw a light ahead. He slowed down and expertly hid in a tree, silent as a thought. With the aid of his acute sense of hearing, he listened to the Mafia members discussing their future plans of terror and murder. The Spy clenched his hands, knowing that he could kill a man in thirty five different ways… but he couldn’t. This was a group of armed men, and he was merely a weaponless man with some knowledge on killing. No- it would be better...
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The old west was wild, but it never prepared the sheriff for what he had to face. On the run from the mafia, the battle-hardened sheriff knew his only escape was to fly far away from his homeland, and start a new life in the quiet town of Salem. But as he took the long journey da road to this town, the mafia were constantly on his trail. He soon realised that his own business should’ve stayed his own, because the mafia began to kill an innocent town member each night in an effort to weed him out of hiding. But the sheriff stood his ground, and knew that surrendering was no option - he had to fight them, and find these evil-doers through the gruelling interrogations he performed each night.

Credits: Santa07
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As darkness falls, a young boy walks home hand-in-hand with his mother. The medium gently tucks her son in to bed. The boy drifts off to sleep. The only noises heard that night were a knock at the door and a faint scream.

Awakening the successivo day, the innocent child stares in anguish at the body of the woman who raised and loved him. As tears fall from his face, he calls out, hoping to wake up from this nightmare. Receiving no relief to this pain, the weeping boy staggers into the town square to share the horrific news. Returning home that night, the broken boy collapses onto his bed. Falling asleep, the boy looks up at the stars and wishes and prays to be with his mother again.

As the sun rises on Salem the successivo day, a young boy walks into town hand-in-hand with his mother.

Credits: BraveVesperia
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She waits until night, then grabs out her crystal ball. The magic words are spoken, foreign to others but oh so familiar to her. The opaque ball clears, now translucent in nature. The town has called her foolish many times for messing with “fake magic”, but they know not of its true properties. Words from the souls of the dearly departed appear. She shifts through their own personal conversations to find the one talking to her. A sheriff had found on his last night a member of the mafia, but had been too late to write it in a will. They say dead men tell no tales, but that is not true for...
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The elderly man sat up and continued to read the hate mail from the delinquents. All with one message, and that message promising death. The Mayor took this as a grain of salt. Death, BAH! They were just kids that hated his policies and rules that, in fact, kept them safe. Kept them sicuro, cassetta di sicurezza from what? Why, the dreaded ruffians in fact. Those conniving killers were a pain in his run but he knew that they were afraid of his power. Such threats would not get to him. In fact, it would only strengthen his resolve to better secure the town. He knew he had support, from the giorno he would reveal himself as mayor, he knew he would have the town behind him. Until then, he'd led those no gooder's laugh at the Mayor's 'cowardice'. No, he wasn't a coward. He was simply waiting for the right time, and when that time came, he knew that those who opposed town would tremble. Oh how we would savor victory.

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The sun had set. People moved along the paths and roads of the nighttime streets. One figure, his hand moving to turn the doorknob and enter a house, found himself in handcuffs and hauled away under the cover of darkness. He would not be in his letto that night, nor out doing his duty. Instead he would find himself tossed into a small jail cell with stone walls and a barred window above a locked door. A voice comes through the bars, in a sovereign tone, "what is your role in this mess?" The figure, alone in the cell, sweats and looks from the cell door back up towards the bars. The voice sounds...
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Red cloth slips off of the Escort’s shoulder as she tiptoes through the door. Her silk dress is but a blanket, wrapped around her body like a towel toga. Her bare feet sink in the cream carpet as she peers into his bedroom, windows with sills of glimmering gold, scarlet wallpaper encrusted with polished rubies, down mattresses bursting with feathers—a far cry from the crumbling brick orphanage she grew up in, where ivy crept up the foot of her letto as she slept on a tattered cot. A lone coltello sits on his bedside tavolo and a gun is mounted above his head; under it, a plaque proudly declaring...
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With many years of training with surgical precision and bio-medical research as a combat medic, the Doctor is an innovative surgeon skilled in healing even the most traumatic of injuries in just a single night. When he retired into a humble life as Salem's local physician, the Mayor immediately accuses the Doctor for possible association with witchcraft due to his miraculous ability to heal himself in critical condition and banishes him out of fear that the Doctor is secretly planting a curse on the his patients. As he is forced into exile, he swore to never heal the Mayor for his corrupt accusations....
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The Bodyguard is an ex-soldier who was formerly struggling to make a living. But with a psychotic Serial Killer, a mysterious Arsonist, and the Mafia in town, and considering the fact that he was one of the few Town members with a gun, he decided that he could make a pretty penny protecting people. It was definitely a dangerous job, but it was better than starving.

The job paid well – so well that the Mayor offered to pay the Bodyguard personally for protection – and so far, nobody the Bodyguard aided had been attacked. But one fateful night, seemingly so much like every other night he had...
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