OOC Information

 IGN:

NotCrash

Discord:

not_crash

Country of Origin and Time Zone:

I am from Germany, my timezone is GMT+1

Describe your activity on the server:

My activity on Echoes is a solid 8/10.
I've been around for a while now and started with exploring the opportunities on the server along with the servers combat system and rules to get a grasp of things. I've been roleplaying casually so far and did a bit of crimerp aswell.

What inspires you to apply for the role of a black market dealer?

I have been into roleplay for several years now and am particularly active on the CrimeRP/GangRP sides within it. I have been a member of many different gangs, crime groups and crime businesses and have gained a lot of experience, including experience in the role as a black market dealer before. My motivation applying for this position lies in the experiences I have had with CrimeRP, be it solo or with gangs. Compelling storylines, events, interactions, battles and more. I've experienced things like that from time to time, and build up many storylines, but I want to discover CrimeRP out of the BMD perspective once more, while using all opportunities that come with this role.

What distinguishes you from other candidates, and what unique contributions can you bring to the team?

What helps me stand out from other applicants is my extensive experience in Crime and Gang RP, working within gangs and being part of narratives over the time I have spent in the community. I have lots of experience working in a team, and I try to bring some cool ideas in to keep things dynamic and exciting.

What prior experience do you have collaborating with a team?

Yes, I do. Be it in my everyday life or within a community, I have worked in a lot of different teams and always do my best to contribute with my experience. IRL I work as a chef in a hotel. I am confronted with a lot of situations on a daily basis where work in a team is essential, but taking initiative sometimes is very important aswell. Experience from working in community teams. Over the years of roleplay, I've worked in lots of different settings when it comes to teams. In gang/crime roleplay, I've been part of leadership in syndicates, streetgangs, mobs and more. In every crime driven organisation, the leadership team must work together in order to keep things running and to ensure that the storyline goes on.

Are you familiar with all the rules about weapon profiles, combat, permissions, and player conduct on the server?:

I am familiar with rules, combat, permissions, weapon profiles and player conduct on the server. I also make sure that I always stay up to date about changes with them.

Are you familiar with that if your character(s) is/are killed or permanently arrested three times, you will be removed from the black market? This goes for anything. I.e arrested twice, killed once vise versa. :

Yes, I acknowledge this.

Are you familiar with that you cannot reveal any out-of-character plans or potential additions to the black market to others?

I understand that I cannot reveal any out-of-character plans or potential additions to the black market to anyone.

IC Information

Full Legal Name:

"Samael Crane."

Criminal Alias:

"Alias, huh? ... People call me what they want, depends on whether they like me or not. "But if you’re looking for something to put on paper… call me Haze."

Age:

"Twenty-two. Old enough to know better. Young enough not to care.
But if age was all that mattered, we wouldn’t be having this conversation, would we?"

Gender: 

"Male. - Unless that affects business. In that case, I’ll be whatever gets me paid."

Ethnicity and Race:

"American... Does it matter? Borders don’t mean much in this line of work."

Former Associations/Occupations:

"College graduate. Surprising, huh? - Other than that? Hustler. Fixer. Middleman. You know how it is... someone needs something, someone else doesn’t want to be found, money needs to move quietly… I make it happen."

Highest Level of Education:

"Bachelor’s in Psychology and Philosophy... Didn’t need to study much. Didn’t care enough to try harder. Either way, I walked out with a degree and no intention of ever using it the way they wanted me to."

Describe your character’s appearance in detail:

Samael Crane is a six foot tall tall, pale man. He has a slim, athletic build and exudes the aura of someone who doesn't train but never lets himself be slowed down. His silver-white hair is streaked with pink and purple at the ends and falls in disheveled, messy layers. A few strands fall over his purple-ish eyes, a color that seems unnatural and sharp, but still unreadable. His usual clothing is casual, combining lightness and sharpness. He usually wears a half-unbuttoned dark gray shirt, with the sleeves rolled up just enough to reveal the ink on his left forearm. Around his neck, a gold chain shimmers discreetly on his collarbone, a piece he never takes off. His black suit pants fit well, but are worn with a casualness that makes it clear he's dressing for himself, not someone else.

Describe your character’s personality in detail:

Samael is a lazy genius wrapped in cigarette smoke and quiet mischief. The man who knows too much but cares too little. He moves through life with a detached ease, balancing somewhere between unshakable confidence and reckless self-destruction. Samael is intelligent, painfully so. He has a mind built for reading people, always trying to understand their fears, their motivations, their weaknesses. Despite his intellect, he doesn’t have a strong sense of direction, or maybe he just doesn’t care to have one. He seeks thrills over stability and amusement over meaning. 

Describe your character’s backstory to the greatest detail (300+ words):

Samael Crane was born into wealth, privilege, and expectation. His family, old money, the kind that had been sitting in high-rise offices and country clubs long before he existed, hailed from Concord Heights, a gated city just outside of Chicago. His father, Arthur Crane, was a respected corporate lawyer; his mother, Elizabeth Crane, was a socialite who projected the perfect image of a flawless, successful family. They were neither neglectful nor cruel. They simply treated their son as another extension of their legacy, something to be molded, perfected, and displayed.
However, Samael refused to play the role they wanted for him. Too sharp, too careless, and too unwilling to bend to their will. Already at a young age, he was bored with structured learning and frustrated by rules; unimpressed by authorities. While other children studied out of necessity, he skimmed through a book the night before an exam and still passed. While his classmates vied for recognition, he was untouchable. Too smart to fail, too indifferent to care.
By the time he entered Ravenshore University, his reputation was already established: the brilliant slacker, the guy who partied all night and still walked into exams half-awake and scored top marks. He majored in psychology and philosophy, though no one believed he'd actually use either. He treated life like a game-getting high at exclusive parties, outwitting professors in debate, and psychoanalyzing people for fun. It wasn't long before people realized he was useful.
It started small. A guy needed to get into an exclusive event. Samael knew someone who could get him a pass. Another needed drugs but didn't want to go through the usual low-tier dealers. Samael had a contact. A professor had a mistress he needed to keep quiet. Samael made the problem disappear. By the time he graduated, he was more than just a student; he was a name whispered in the right circles. A fixer, a middleman, the guy who made things happen. He never needed to get his hands dirty; he just connected the right people and took his cut. He wasn't in it for the money, not really. He was in it for the game, for the thrill of knowing he could pull the strings behind the scenes.

But games have consequences.

A corporate executive’s son had gotten himself into trouble, a gambling debt tied to people far more dangerous than the usual trust fund crowd. Samael, as always, had facilitated a solution. But this time, the solution didn’t stick. The debt spiraled, the wrong people got involved, and before Samael knew it, he was being held responsible for a mess that wasn’t his. Could he have smoothed it over? Maybe. But why bother? He’d outgrown the big city, the college scene, the rich-kid problems that had once entertained him. His name had become too known, his presence too expected. He was losing the thrill of the chase, so he decided to move. East Falls; a small town, the perfect place to disappear.
It seemed like the perfect place to start over.

Describe an interaction that your character may have as a black market dealer:

At night, the Dockyard Exchange came alive. Not with fishermen or dock workers, but with shadows, whispers, and deals made under flickering floodlights. Crates marked for legitimate trade were shuffled aside for shipments that never made it to official manifests. Money moved hands. So did weapons, substances, and promises that could make or break a man’s future.

Samael stood at the far end of the dock, just out of reach of the buzzing light overhead. Across from him, a nervous-looking man in a cheap suit shifted from foot to foot, glancing over his shoulder more than necessary. A corporate guy, out of place, trying too hard to play it cool. "You sure this is the right spot?" Samael took a slow drag from his cigarette, exhaling through his nose before answering. "Well, unless you were looking for a boat ride, I’d say yeah."
The man swallowed, glancing around before pulling a small leather briefcase onto the wooden crate between them. It clicked open, revealing neatly stacked bills. Samael barely looked at it. "You’re late." The man stiffened. "I... traffic, I..." "Not my problem." Samael cut him off with a lazy smirk, tapping ash from his cigarette. "Now relax. You act like you’ve never done this before." Samael reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet pouch, setting it down besides the briefcase. "Go ahead. It's all there." The man picked up the pouch and opened it, revealing the three small vials that were inside. "P..pure?" Samael stepped forward, just close enough to make him uncomfortable. "Just as promised. It'll do the job." A pause. Then, a slow smirk, as the man nodded. Samael snapped the briefcase shut and turned away. "Pleasure doing business." He turned away, disappearing into the haze of the docks, leaving the nervous man behind.

Additional Information: 

Thanks for reading.