Suspicious Package

Suspicious Package (prefers simply "Rex")

Gender: Male
Species: Pegasus
Mane: Orange, he tries to keep it somewhat clean
Tail: Orange, he tries to keep it somewhat clean
Eyes: Malibu (Lighter shade of cyan/blue)
Body: Mostly healthy and athletic, his coat is a darkish beige color, and he tries to keep himself somewhat clean whenever possible.
Cutie Mark: A plain folder with a "top secret" stamp on it.
Age: Adult
Personality: All in all Suspicious is a very social and carefree guy. He loves conversing with others, telling stories and jokes, making new friends, etc. Because of this social personality, he is much kinder and more considerate to other ponies than some other criminals might be, and if he were to say that he was an infamous criminal, more than a few ponies would find that hard to believe. He is the best in the black market business: if it exists, he'll sell it to you. If it doesn't exist, he'll still sell it to you, but at a higher price. However, he can become quite annoyed and mad if you if you can't set a good deal.
Likes: Punctuality, striking deals, presentability, adventure/risk, socializing, making new friends
Dislikes: Snitches, non-bribable police ("Too much sense of duty"), losing/having stuff stolen, anyone who can't/won't pay the right price, pain/being uncomfortable, small spaces, people talking bad about his parents (VERY bad idea)
History: Suspicious Package had a very dull childhood, living in the slums of Manehatten as long as he could remember. His mother was a waitress at a bar in the nearby area, and his father was part of a mafia. His parents were good people, and did the best they could to gain money to support the family, but his father was in jail almost as much as he was home, and his mother almost always worked late nights. This left him with a dangerous lack of supervision, and having never been able to go to school, in his free time he did odd jobs to earn some extra money for him and his parents. He became very tough and street smart, and learned how to take care of himself in almost any situation. One day, he was paid by a "friend" to steal some police documents, which resulted in him getting his cutie mark. Soon after, though, his father died after getting into a firefight between his mafia and the police. Ever since then, Suspicious Package has done his best in the black market business, supporting himself and his mother as well as possible.
Present- Currently, Suspicious Package is a very well known black market expert in Manehatten. He is the best in the business, and if someone needs something that they can't get themselves, they go to him. He usually does business at a small abandoned warehouse he bought, which he converted into a makeshift store. He makes enough money to support both him and his mother, who quit her job as a bartender and moved to a somewhat nicer part of Manehatten while Rex stayed behind in the slums to get the best business he could. He tends to be connected to various crimes as a supplier and much of the "merchandise" he sells isn't exactly legal, but he is very rarely proven to have actually done anything wrong, even though for most people it would be common knowledge to know it was him (("Barely legal" ;P)). He usually frustrates the police in this sense, and is a very well known criminal amongst them.

RP EXAMPLE: #4 - Your OC is framed by a robber who plants his weapon on him/her. A guard pony threatens to take your OC into custody. Given your O.C.'s personality, compose a brief narrative in which your O.C. identifies and addresses the situation.

As Rex stepped out of his "store" and into the streets of Manehattan's slums to finish locking up, he heard hoofsteps coming towards him. He locked the doors and looked to see who was coming, seeing a unicorn stallion wearing a very familiar silver barding walking up to him. Ugh…cops again? What are they accusing me of this time? He turned to the stallion with a casual smile as he stopped in front of him.

"Sir, are you Suspicious Package?"

"Eeeeyup, I do believe that would happen to be my name, though I'd prefer if you just called me Rex. Is there anything I can help you with, officer?"

The cop gave him a short glare and moved on. "Yes. We have recently been informed of a burglary nearby, and there is evidence at the crime scene that points to you for being the main suspect. Would that information to be correct?"

Wow, this cop's serious…ugh, I hate these guys… He smiled politely at the officer. "Ah, yes. Another of 'my' ingenious schemes at which everything is against me…again. And what did you say was stolen again?"

"A large sum of money from the victim's household."

"Aha..." He nodded slowly to this. "See now, if you're a real cop, then you should know that there is no reason for me to steal money. I make enough money as a..."store owner," and stealing really wouldn't get me anywhere."

The cop nodded slowly, giving a smug look. "Right. Of course it wouldn't. So you wouldn't mind if I just checked you real quick, would you?"

He rolled his eyes a bit. "Of course not, officer!" He assumed a quite familiar stance as instructed, placing his forehooves on the nearest wall and spreading his hindlegs slightly. He winced as something metal clattered on the ground, and a moment later he saw a magical glow lighting up the wall in front of him.

"And that wouldn't happen to be yours?"

He looked down to see a glowing ball on the ground under him. "Yep. definitely not mine." Or was it…? Rex took a closer look at the ball. Homemade "Zapper" bomb. Nice… He went through his memories of the "merchandise" he had sold in the past few days. Definitely not mine…should be though, that's a beautiful piece of equipment… He nodded and turned around to face the cop, planting his hooves on the ground and smiling at the stallion again, stifling a laugh as he saw the cop in a tense, cautious fighting stance a bit away from him. Definitely new…

"You're kidding me, right? You're under arrest!"

Rex chuckled a bit. "Heh, now listen. I would love to not cause any problems and just go along with all this, but I really dislike jail. Like, a lot. Bad food, dirty environment, you know." As he spoke, Rex pulled out a fair-sized bag of bits from his saddle bags and tossed it onto the ground in front of the cop. "But listen, you've done a great job so far, and here's a little reward for keeping the streets safe." He turned and started walking away at a quick pace before the cop had time to think. "Well, I have some stuff to do, so bye for now! Oh, and tell Sergeant Renold I said hi, and no hard feelings!"


~Hopefully this character is ok, I'll change anything that needs it.~

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