INTRO

Preferred Name:
Crash

IGN (In-game name):
NotCrash

Discord:

not_crash

Age (optional):
19

OOC SECTION

Shortly describe 5 laws or behaviors that officers in the U.S. have to follow:

Serve and Protect the Community
Officers must always act in service of the public, protecting all individuals from illegal acts. This includes helping vulnerable members of the community in emergencies.

Respect Human Rights and Dignity
Law enforcement officials must uphold and protect the human rights of every person they encounter, treating all individuals with fairness and respect regardless of the situation.

Use Force Only When Necessary
Officers may only use force when strictly necessary and only to the extent required for their duties. Any use of excessive or disproportionate force is prohibited.

Reject Torture and Cruel Treatment
It is strictly forbidden for officers to commit or allow acts of torture, or cruel, inhuman, or degrading treatment under any circumstances—including during war or national emergency.

Oppose Corruption
Officers must not commit, tolerate, or ignore corruption in any form. They are expected to combat it actively and uphold the law with integrity.

Why do you want to join Echoes’ police faction?:
I previously played as a police officer on the Ridgeston server and really enjoyed the roleplay, the faction dynamics, and everything that came with it. It gave me a strong understanding of the roleplay as an Officer. I want to bring that experience into the Echoes police force and continue developing my character, Ronan Donovan, by starting fresh in a new setting.

What would you do if you accidentally broke a law, and someone began to argue with you OOC?:
If I accidentally violate a law, I would first avoid escalation. The focus is on maintaining a strict separation between IC and OOC, as it's important not to disrupt immersion or bring IC conflicts into OOC. I will attempt to resolve any concerns through appropriate communication. As a staff member myself, I understand the importance of a healthy roleplay environment. I am open to feedback, own up to mistakes if I have made them, and do my best to ensure the scene continues smoothly

If someone was insulting you OOC for not following a common law (such as reading their rights)  what would you do/say?:
I’d acknowledge the mistake if I actually missed something, but if they start getting toxic OOC, I’d give them a verbal warning/warn for their behavior and log it as per staff protocol.

What do you do if you arrest someone? Be short, but detailed:
I detain them, inform them of their charges and rights, search them properly, and transport them to the station. Once there, I process their arrest with proper documentation and evidence, then either hand them over for holding or move forward with interrogation if allowed.

If someone is behaving strangely, as if they were using illegal substances, what do you do?:
I’d observe their behavior, approach calmly, and engage in conversation to assess the situation. If I have reasonable suspicion, I’d conduct a search or field test if allowed, and detain them if illegal substances are found.

If someone will not give you their identity and you don’t have probable cause, what do you do?:
If I don’t have probable cause, I respect their rights and don’t force it. That said, I’d stay observant... maybe engage them in casual conversation, offer them water or a cigarette, something small that could leave behind a fingerprint or DNA if things escalate later.

If someone refuses to identify themselves because of the 5th amendment, but you have probable cause, what do you do?:
If I have probable cause, I can legally detain them even if they refuse to identify themselves. I explain that while they have the right to remain silent, identification is required in this situation due to the probable cause. If they still refuse, I proceed with the arrest and document everything properly to ensure it holds up.

Provide us with your character’s backstory. Please attempt to limit yourself to more-or-less 1,500 words (maximum 2,500):

"I wasn’t born in East Falls. I came from Rochester, a city full of frozen mornings, bad luck, and people trying to scrape by without drawing too much attention. My mother worked night shifts at a packaging plant, and my father? He vanished when I was a toddler. Grew up thinking maybe that was a good thing. All I knew about him were the dents he left behind, in the walls and in my mother’s face. Our apartment was on the second floor of a run-down complex next to a busted laundromat. Not a lot of space, but enough for us to survive. Some nights I’d sit at the kitchen table with a flashlight and a pile of newspapers while Mom slept. I didn’t even know what I was looking for back then, just felt like someone needed to be keeping track. Like things slipped through the cracks too easily if no one was watching. You know what I mean?
Anyways... I never fit in at school. Didn’t care for the usual games. Didn’t care to fake smiles or kiss the right asses. Teachers always said I had potential if I’d “apply myself.” That was their way of saying I was smart, just not in the way they wanted. I wasn’t interested in the curriculum. I was more interested in figuring out why the kid two rows over had bruises that never got explained. Or why the principal kept showing up late with red eyes. I guess I got used to keeping things to myself. I learned young that asking questions made people uncomfortable. And that meant asking the right questions could tell you everything you needed to know. After I scraped through graduation, I spent a few years doing what I had to... construction, delivery jobs, occasional security gigs. I didn’t have a plan, just a gnawing feeling that I was wasting time. The insomnia didn’t help. I’ve had it since I was sixteen. When I do sleep, it’s light, short, and dreamless. I got used to watching the sunrise before my day even started. Some nights, I’d go walking through the city just to feel like I was part of something.... But the truth is, I never felt settled.
That of course changed, it was when a robbery happened outside the bar where I worked nights. I wasn’t involved, just nearby, but I gave a witness statement. The detective who took it was sharp, asked questions like he was already ten steps ahead. After he left, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. About how he knew what to ask, and why I’d been able to pick up on details the others hadn’t.... That was the first time I seriously considered law enforcement. Not the badge or the power, but the work, the grind of uncovering the truth. So I started prepping. Got a clean record. Paid for night classes in criminal justice and psychology. Eventually, I applied to the academy. Didn't tell anyone. I didn’t need a parade. The academy didn’t break me, it focused me. For the first time in a long time, my insomnia had a purpose. I trained, I studied, I kept my head down and let my work speak for itself. I wasn’t the most social guy there, but I earned quiet respect. When I graduated, I didn’t take the easy assignment they offered me back in Rochester. But I had different plans...

I asked for East Falls.
People who heard that either laughed or warned me. Said it was a dead-end town. Said there were rumors, files that disappeared, incidents that never made it to court, people who went missing without so much as a report filed. The more I heard, the more I knew: this was where I needed to be.
I insisted and so they transferred me.

I arrived a few weeks ago. Still new, still settling in, but already noticing the cracks. East Falls has that stillness you only find in towns with secrets. People are polite, but cautious. There’s history in the air, but no one wants to talk about it. You ask about the wrong person, and the conversation changes. You walk a little too far into the woods and your compass starts acting strange. And at night? The silence isn’t peaceful. It’s heavy. I’m not interested in playing politics. I don’t care if someone’s name is big around town. If they’re dirty, I’ll find out. If they’re hiding something, I’ll expose it. That’s why I came here. That’s why I put on the badge.
I want to become a detective. Not because it sounds good, but because it’s the only way I can do what I’m meant to do. I want to be the guy they send in when everyone else walks away. The guy who keeps digging when the trail goes cold. The guy who cares enough to lose sleep over the names that get forgotten.
I don’t do this job for praise. I don’t expect to be liked. What I do expect is honesty, from myself and the people around me. If I say I’m going to protect this community, I mean it. Even if they don’t know they need it. Even if they hate me for how I go about it. Even if it gets me hurt. This place... East Falls? It’s a puzzle. One with missing pieces, twisted corners, and rules that don’t quite follow logic. But I’ve spent my whole life staring at things that didn’t make sense. I’ve always found a way to make them click. This won’t be any different.
I’m not here to save the day. I’m not a hero.
I’m just a man who doesn’t walk away from the truth."

"So far, I’ve kept my head low and my ears open. I’m not on the job yet... still waiting on the paperwork, the badge, the nod from whoever has to sign off. I’m told it’s a matter of time. Maybe a week. Maybe longer. I’ve learned to be patient when it matters. But that doesn’t mean I’m sitting around. I’ve been getting to know the town in my own way. Just walking it. Block by block. Morning and night. I’ve mapped out most of East Falls in a notebook... filled with intersections, broken streetlights, businesses that always seem half-open even when they’re “closed.” You can learn a lot about a place by how it breathes when no one’s watching. Where people linger. Where they avoid. The places where conversation dies just a little too fast. The apartment I’m in is barely livable. One bedroom, stiff mattress, water that runs half-rust in the mornings. I don’t care. It’s quiet enough, and I’ve always worked better in discomfort. Makes it easier to focus. Makes it harder to slip into complacency.
There’s a diner down the street...Meave’s, I think it’s called. Quiet, peaceful, and waiters that talk more with their eyes than with their mouths. Few locals filter in like clockwork. I don’t drink much, but I’ve stopped in a few times. Not to blend in... just to listen. Nobody pays much attention to the quiet guy nursing a black coffee.
The stories that float through that place, though? They don’t sound like the usual small-town gripes. They’re off. Unfinished. Something about activities from a handful of delinquents, fighting off eachother in brutal brawls. Or the mysterious blue wysteria flowers in the forrest, the locals fear them... Someone mentioned treatment from their effect in the local clinic...
I write everything down later on.
I know it probably sounds like paranoia. Maybe it is. But I trust my gut, and something about this place feels… off. Not in the paranoid, tinfoil-hat kind of way. It’s subtler than that. The kind of feeling you get when you say the wrong thing out loud, and suddenly people around you start glancing at each other.
Truth is, I can’t sit still. I didn’t come here to play it safe. I came here because something told me this is where the real work is. Not just arrests and reports, but answers. The kind people stopped asking for a long time ago.

So yeah... technically, I’m not on the job yet.
But ask anyone who knows me: I don’t wait for permission to start paying attention."

IC SECTION

A short message would be here. It read, “Howdy! Thank you for applying to our police department here in East Falls! Please fill out the form and turn it in.”

Name:
Ronan Donovan

Age:
24

Education (HS Diploma, GED, etc.): 
High School Diploma

Why do you want to be an officer for our community?:
I didn’t come here looking for glory or a clean desk. I came here because East Falls feels off. And I don’t look away from that kind of thing. I want to serve this community by actually paying attention, by being the guy who doesn’t ignore what others brush off. If something’s broken, I want to be the one holding the wrench, not standing around talking about it.

Have you had any previous training or teaching in our academy?
No. I just transferred in after completing the academy out of state. Got the basics, passed clean, kept my head down and my scores up. I’m not here to start over, just to keep moving forward.

What responsibilities do you hold as a police officer?
To protect, to serve, and to not screw it up.
That means enforcing the law without bias, keeping the peace without making things worse, and stepping in when others would rather stay back. It’s not just about wearing a badge, it’s about carrying the weight that comes with it. People rely on you, even when they don’t say it. You show up, you stay sharp, and you don’t let your personal shit get in the way of doing what’s right.

Do you plan on advancing our staff hierarchy?
Yeah. I’m aiming to move up, but not for rank’s sake.
I want to become a detective. That’s where the real work is. Digging into cases, connecting dots others missed, getting answers when no one else can. If that means climbing the ladder, then fine—but I’m not in this to boss people around. I’m here to go deeper, get better, and do the kind of work that actually makes a difference.

Another message was placed here: “Last question.. this one is optional:  what’s our real motto?:”

Ronan pauses, leans back in his chair for a second, then scribbles down:
"Protect the peace. Uncover the truth."
(And if that’s not the official one, it damn well should be.)