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Duskbürg [Millennium Sub-District]

Post by Millennium City » Wed May 30, 2018 7:10 pm

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Overview
The South District of Millennium city is the least prosperous. Falling under major poverty and crime in the past decades. The district of no tomorrow, but it wasn’t always like this.

The original Germanic subgroup of New Winchester first settled in Duskbürg and gave the district its name. It’s one of the only two districts in all of Millennium, which has kept its original name since its conception. Their colony lasted until the British army settled and took hold of the rest of Millennium.

Since then, Duskbürg has been an area of turbulence. The Irish Famine brought about an influx of Irish Immigration, resulting in conflict between the natives and the irish immigrants. These two groups would form the first gangs the city had seen. They would be known as the Red Stripes and the Black Boards. Their power struggles and constant fighting over the neighborhoods ended up creating the Duskbürg Police Department to control them.

This part of town became prosperous during the World War 2 era, holding the majority of the factories inside the city. People always working, it seemed hopeful for a short while. That was until a wave of crime rose again during the 1950s, leading many to believe that it was caused by the superhuman population.

At least people still had their jobs despite the rise in crime, but It all stopped after corporations that owned the factories sent out the the jobs overseas around the 1980s.

The majority of the factories that were previously used as legitimate business operations have been transformed into shady criminal dwellings. Some of these factories have been turned into sweatshops, taking advantage of illegal immigrants and human trafficking and exploiting their cheap labor.

Some of these factories have been re-purposed as night clubs for youths looking for cheap thrills. These clubs are known to be epicenters for heavy drug use and are typically owned by members of different criminal organizations.

In that same decade, they say that a spell was cast by the Umbra Magi upon this entire district, making this part of the city be cursed with an eternal night. Taking the district’s infamous slogan “It’s always night in Duskbürg” to an extreme level.

At the same time, the increase in crime keeps attracting the attention of many masked vigilantes and super-criminals. Many being born out of such a harsh environment while others simply find opportunity in such an environment. Resulting in constant struggles between said vigilantes and super-criminals.
Criminal Economy & Corruption
Crime has been assimilated into the infrastructure of the district. Demand drives supply and the people of Duskbürg are demanding. The flexibility and resourcefulness of these criminal organizations can be attributed to their identity rooted in traditions set before them. Some of these gang members trace their lineage back to the original Red Stripes and Black Boards and take pride in it.
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Most “legitimate shops” are just money laundering fronts for the criminal organizations. Mom and pop shops, movie theaters, fetish shops and anything in between. They either launder money or pay the crime families for protection.

People traffic weapons into the city and sell them out of their legitimate businesses as side operations. Most of these weapons are stolen from actual gun stores or imported through the Docks. The serial numbers are usually taken off by the vendors themselves. The average Glock goes for about $300 in the black market compared to $500. Buyers range from criminals with intent of using it for illegal activities to families for self protection.

The average hit for about $10,000 from a trained professional and up depending on the importance and/or danger of said target. Metahuman targets average about $15,000. Masks with reputations can range from anywhere to $200,000 to millions of dollars.

Human slaves sell for about $100 each.

Police corruption is as severe as it gets. Some might argue that the Duskbürg cops are just as bad as the criminals if not worse. The price for paying them off is not cheap and getting them to do dirty jobs is even more expensive. The Duskbürg S.W.A.T team acts almost as a hit squad for the criminal underworld.
Architecture
The districts architecture takes its roots in a marriage between Gothic Revival and Art Deco. Most of the Gothic Revival buildings tend to trace their age back to the early days of Millennium City. Duskbürg being the main Germanic colony of the time. The city is riddled with gargoyles. The most notable building of Germanic ancestry being Sternako Cathedral, which was built in 1883 and is considered to be one of the city’s main tourist attractions despite being unfinished. Though sermons are still held every Sunday, it has long been rumored that the Cathedral is haunted by demons.
Neighborhoods & Landmarks
  • The Murk: Considered to be the shadiest neighborhood of Duskbürg. Neon signs forming triple exes. It’s known for its considerable concentration of homelessness and prostitution. The businesses are made up of sex shops, porn theaters, and strip clubs. Going missing or being found stabbed in this part isn’t just a danger, it’s a statistic inevitability if you don’t know the right people.
  • Downtown Millennium: (also referred to as the Dusk Heights) Characterized by the tall, art deco buildings. It can be considered to be one of the only truly “nice” areas of Duskbürg. It seems that way on the surface. Beneath, it’s the home of the creme de la creme members of the crime families. Once you can afford an apartment there, you can be considered made. It’s the kind of area where every boss wants to raise their children.
  • Old Duskbürg: As the name indicates, Old Duskbürg holds the original properties and landmarks built with German architecture. It’s the home of the Duskbürg police headquarters, Sternako Cathedral, and the Adams Clocktower.
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  • Honka Honka Park: An abandoned amusement park that was closed in the 90s after a child died from one of the attractions and the family sued the owners, causing them to go bankrupt in the process. Now the park sits there gathering rust and trash. Some of the leftover rides that couldn’t be sold off were a Ferris wheel, a broken down roller coaster, a carousel, and other rides that used to bring people joy. Some of the rides still work, others don’t at all, and others are just being held together by chance.
  • The King’s Palace: An abandoned theater that once held the city’s most attractive plays. It was abandoned when an small Earthquake caused the the roof to fall of the viewers during a playing of Les Miserables. Now, most seats are torn to pieces. Rats crawl within the walls. Some blood stains can still be found in the ground. Torn posters. Who knows what else crawls inside the King’s Palace?
  • The South Docks: Home to the drug, weapons, and human trafficking operations of the different criminal gangs. The families made a pact not to sabotage each other’s imports and have managed to maintain said oath with a few exceptions.
  • The Murder Swamp: Known as a popular location among the common denominators as a place to take people and “get rid of them” for good.
  • The Skeleton River: Actually called “The Bagley River”, but nicknamed the “Skeleton River” for its popularity as a hideout of corpses and murder weapons. As a result, it has been outlawed to swim, fish, and ride a boat due to what people are likely to find there.
Bars & Lounges
  • The Spot: It’s located in an alleyway, it doesn’t have a door or even a sign up. It smells of cigarettes and spilled liquor. Inside there are some hanged pictures of old time masks, the bartender was one of them. They called him the Black Claw. Some of the people drinking are of the old guard and others are the new guard. They talk about times gone by and their adventures.
  • Club des Tueurs: The city’s central spot for assassins for hire. A place where the most hardened assassins of the world come together to interact with each other and discuss business. Neutral ground. House rules prevent the members from conducting business inside. Failure to follow this rule results in immediate excommunication. The building has small suites for the members should they choose to seek the club as a safe haven for a fee. Members have access to a doctor and a weapons seller for extra fees.
  • El Balcon De Paul: Everyone talks about Paul, but no one knows who Paul is. They say give a man a mask and he’ll show you who he really is. One of the entire city’s most luxurious spots frequented by the 1%. Thematic of the Italian Renaissance styled masks and Roman debauchery. The customs that occur inside are a mystery to anyone who isn’t a member. By day it passes as a high class restaurant, but at night the club takes a more twisted turn. It turns into a place dominated by hedonism and fulfilling the most dark desires inside the human soul. No one ever talks about what happens inside because anyone who enters doesn’t come out the same. There is no government, blogger, no cell phones, no censorship. It’s a passage to paradise in hell. Everything is hard, nothing is soft.

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  • I intend to add a notable residents sections once some RPs get done. So let me know if you want me to add you when that happens.
  • This is mostly a street level environment, but it's more of a guideline than anything.
  • The theme is crime, corruption, and vigilantism. Try to abide by that theme.
  • Standard RPF rules.
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Re: Duskbürg [Millennium Sub-District]

Post by Baltor » Wed May 30, 2018 7:13 pm

Oh shit. Millenium City. Nice!

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Post by Pyrogram » Wed May 30, 2018 7:17 pm

Nice! Glad it arrived.

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Post by Red Tarantula » Thu Sep 20, 2018 2:06 am

Duskburg had never been known by its majestic architecture of an older century, nor for its distinct culture and tiny districts that seemed to shelter people of most varied origins. It wasn't know for Jackie's brilliant Mexican food restaurant or by the great number of famiglias breastfed by the corruption present in its borders. Folk from Millenium had it wonderful, city filled to the brim with heroes, crime at an all-time low, meals paid by their freaking schools. Duskburg, however, tbat was the soiled part of the city no news desired to show. Manholes clogged with blood, desperation palpable in the atmosphere, a fear of dying at every corner.

It was why his neighbors envied him for being able to study at Millenium Academy, having parents able to pay for quality education so the school could possibly sustain its hero classes. Nathan never cared much, those stares slitting his back open, or those condescending faces of others when the kid from Duskburg arrived. If anything, his only true complaint about school was how the heroes lacked vision. No creativity or drive, just this unstoppable climb of an invisible ladder to stand at the top and claim you have the bigger dick.

In all honesty, that wasn't for him.

Indeed, world was unfair, only the fittest survived in this aggressive, material world, but it was the way it was. Fighting it behind some gigantic ego just to say you are good didn't help.

They didn't only lack creativity, they also lacked tact. For instance, the Algieri family's newest acquisition, some innovative painting named "Snow Tiger in the Blizzard", its value placed in the tens of thousands. Say, if someone were to rob it... How much money would it be worth? That's all that went through Pearce's head as his trembling hands promptly seized the piece, encasing it in web and wearing it as a backpack. "And thus, the Monologuing Arachnid leapt towards his escape route..." The kid mumbled, muffled sound barely leaving his mask.

The mansion was huge, yet the open windows were quite the invitation to someone as opportunistic as the Red Tarantula. A name that would most likely have a short period of fame before being attached to a corpse. The spider-themed thief withdrew a couple steps, feet slowly moving as to not attract any attention... "Ah, fuck it. I've got it." He barely finished the sentence as the echoes of running feet scattered throughout the entire house. The boy prepared his jump, in one leap he could be out of harm's way, and right into a life of fame and money. Tons of money.

His legs flexed, he put all his strength on the lower portion of his body, torso arching forth. The release was quick and flawless, the speed perfect, the form could use some improvement. The aim? Completely off. The suspicious rushing sounds were accompanied by a louder thud and irste grunting as the entire roof shook.

"Damn, shitfuck son of a bitch motherfucking roof. Whyyyyyy couldn't you just not be there? Uuuugh..." Hands around his head, he couldn't help but ignore the commotion downstairs in favor of the buzzing inside his head. When Nathan came back to his senses, there werw at least three pistols drawn at him. "The fuck are you, freak?"

"Uh... Is it too late to say I'm the fumigation guy?"

It was odd, he could well-nigh sense it, as soon as the trigger was pressed all the way, a sudden change in the winds right in front of him. It was pure instinct, but he simply jumped outside as he failed to previously, swinging away to be met with more gunfire. "Jesus, it's just one painting. How bad can stealing it be? It's not like this is a police operation!"

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Post by illirica » Thu Sep 20, 2018 1:45 pm

This place... was a bona-fide shithole.

Tyler Wells had been in a number of shitholes. He was, at this point, a goddamn shithole connahsure. He had the experience required to stand up in court and say "Yes, judge, in my expert opinion, that place is a shithole." Not that Tyler had any plans of being in court, ever. He'd gone once because some fuckwit kept putting parking tickets on his truck, and the idiots at the courthouse had told him he had to pay the damn things. What was the point of that? If he'd wanted to pay the damn things, he could have done that at home!

Anyway, the point was, that as far as shitholes went, Duskburg was up there. Or down there, as the case was. A deep trench, swimming in the unwanted crap of several generations.

Sometimes, Tyler Wells was a god damn poet. The world just didn't appreciate his genius. He had an errand to run here, though, picking up some package from some loser for some other loser. He didn't really care all that much, as long as he got paid. He parked his truck in a couple of spaces and started off down the street, listening to the sweet sound of gunfire that was directed at someone who wasn't him.

Sucks to be that guy. Who was the unlucky loser, anyway? Tyler looked around, eventually locating some weirdo in spandex swinging around the rooftops. Man, what a fuckin' punk. Even a place like this had its weirdos. Well, he had time, so he guessed for now he was just gonna hang out and watch the show.

Who knew, maybe it'd be a good one.

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Post by Red Tarantula » Mon Sep 24, 2018 1:33 am

If there was one thing Nathan wasn't used to, it was the pressure of having others fire lethal projectiles towards him in waves. Rounds over rounds, second after second, just a barrage of bullets wheezing through, seeking to finish his existence, nullify his life. It was an unspoken rule of the area he sought to debut on, as soon as those red-and-black threads covered his skin and hid his mask, Pearce was fated to encounter death whenever his job so desired. Obviously, as any arrogant child biting more than they could chew, he never really considered the possibility up until suited men rushed outside the Godfather-esque manor to kill him as effectively as possible. Sweat drenched the inner cover of his suit, a sense of desperation took control of him as his trembling legs managed a leap or two. "I-Is this shit really worth all the money you're wasting on bullets?" He inquired half-heartedly, adrenaline pumped through his veins, wide eyes attentively identifying the incoming, hazardous bullets as his body dodged them with expertise.

It seemed as if he had been used to it.

If anything, his instinct of survival was among the sharpest in the animal kingdom.

A brief leap to the right, quickly rolling over his back as his feet adhered to a wall, just so his crouching position could proportionate enough strength to propel him the other way, dodging destructive ammunition that constantly met concrete. C'mon, Nate. People... People are gonna die if they keep shooting. They... They'll die 'cause of me, t-that's bad. A dry gulp. He stretched his arm forth, fighting back could potentially hinder him and even waste his life, but he had to... If he expected to lay low and not carry any burdens, he truly had to. Index finger, toe and pinky extended forth, his other two fingers pulled towards the wrist as some rudimentary aim, a white fluid was quick to leave his body...

And stick to the car right behind three guards instead of the guys' weapon.

"Oh fuck..." He muttered, rapidly pulling the web as to deattach it, even though he didn't need to. In one swift moment, the surprised guards were viciously knocked out by an airborne black Mercedes. "Fookin' bestard! Das boss' fave ride, he gun' skin ye fer dat!" One of the many faceless goons crime lords hired in batches roared, which prompted others to cease fire as the boy swimmingly grabbed the vehicle he rocketed forth himself. "Don't worry, pal! I ain't taking it, don't even have a license!" Red Tarantula nervously stated as he returned the car... By hurling it into a wall right behind them. It was exciting, amusing even.

The boiling blood, the inhumane feats, the tingling sensation on his brain that kept telling him 'this is how life's supposed to be lived'. Clenching his fists to halt the shakiness, he momentarily ignored the fact cameras everywhere could easily pick up his activities and rushed into the fight. Armed men versus thief-in-puberty. A somersault entrance for style points, landing right in the middle of a couple recovering guards as the dust from the crushed car (and wall) began to settle down. "Gentlemen." He lowered his head teasingly. "Standard rules. Can hit anywhere but the face and the family jewels. Winner pays for the car, deal?" The snarky comments and pissed off accents randomly insulting and/or ordering his capture told him it pretty much wasn't a deal.

Which meant it was a deal for him.

Quicker than anyone in the trade, Nathan rapidly swung his fist playfully at the first dude, not even a serious punch, yet his superhuman strength was duly noted as the cracking sound of a broken nose was accompanied by a knocked out body flying feet off the ground. A gasp as he shuddered, looking at his hands. If a weapon could kill a man, his fists could unironically rip the same man's head off. No. That was bad. How was he supposed to know how strong he could hit them without killing? Those thoughts would need to be answered later, the constant shifting in the air around him meant they were all drawing and readying their guns. One flip backwards and he was quick to release an extensive web, unlike the tiny thread previously used on the car, this one was much vaster, covering three entire bodied and rocketing them towards a wall, utterly incapable of any movement.

"Ha! They do look cozy all webbed up in cocoons!" He said, hearing even more commotion moving his way. "Uh... That's not a good sign." Turning around, Nathan jolted towards the other way, reaching speeds he never even imagined before, legs vigorously propelling him forth until he leapt upwards, an excited 'YAHOOOOO' escaping his lips as a single thread of web stuck to a building's wall.

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Post by Azra » Mon Sep 24, 2018 7:45 pm

Elektra liked roof tops, was just her and her quiver those moments until something propped up to engage. She was of the impression that ordinary people would take poorly towards her, that living statue like figures were some level of blight on society to not take kindly to. On a roof she could just enjoy the sights of people in their glory instead of their usual faults, though in hindsight the only glory in this shit hole was its architecture. It looked alluring but one could tell it was just rampant with crime and debauchery and enough potential arrests to give her paperwork for a year. Was also usually a quota of the day though and if someone wanted to enjoy the night early Duskburg was a good place to go. And wouldn't you know it moments after she'd gotten dropped off on a roof for her shift and started to enjoy the sights the sounds of gunfire could be heard.

A mansion of the wealthy, she didn't need to call it in to know it was mob associated. In a city like Duskburg however getting a warrant for the place also likely wasn't going to happen. To take action she would need a rather transparent reason, like someone being shot. Interestingly her and all those spectating couldn't find a person shot on the roof, a costumed figure was avoiding impacts with grace and agility. By the sounds of it also with commentary to get gangsters yelling as loud as they possibly could with colorful expletives. They also were rather loose with gunfire presumably meaning the stollen painting on the costumed figure's back was in bullet proof glass.

So the stollen item was probably of value, not the hardest deduction to make granted but she made it all the same. The family likely had documents of authenticity it was a prize or a quality sale, meaning theft to sell it would have to go through back channels. Whoever the thief was he was either bold and connected or stupid. Both would probably grant her access into the mob local though to take action later. Not to mention bringing in a costumed meta now would mean maybe she could actually enjoy the night some. Instead of long hours of work so she brought up her bow and pulled the notched arrow back the figure escaping with webs adhering to a building, way he hit people and moved she figured it was safe to say he could take the fall.

So with a soft twang the arrow launched toward the webbing enough force for it to pass through durable super human and armored vehicles let alone she assumed a spider's web. The arrow itself bolstered by superhuman strength passed through the air faster than a bullet. Her aim was also careful of where it would continue to. Always sure to just hit some nondescript wall as an officer Elektra couldn't afford the loose casualties so many other metas she felt got away with. Another arrow would be drawn as the roof top positioned archer would continue to take aim looking to make sure a thief wouldn't remain airborn.
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Post by illirica » Mon Sep 24, 2018 10:33 pm

The guy on the rooftops was a genu-whine Man-Spider, complete with dope ropes and everything. Tyler leaned back as a glob of it pinned three guys to the wall near him, then walked over to the men who'd been imprisoned. "Huh," he commented, wryly, "Well, ain't that fucked?" He didn't bother waiting for an answer to that, because it didn't need an answer. He was obviously right, after all.

Tyler wasn't really all that interested in the guys hanging out on the wall. He was more interested in the WebKid 2.0 over there. Or up there. He was swinging over the city again like a goddamn human yo-yo.

Ah, what the hell, it was a boring day anyway. "Hey! You wanna fight, get your sticky ass down here, you little punk!" Solid intro right there. A+ material. Some people just didn't appreciate it. Just like not appreciating a good fight when it was offered because they were too busy spooging all over the city.

Obviously the little shit wasn't getting any from the ladies.

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Post by Woodrugh » Wed Jan 02, 2019 7:08 pm

Carter washed up on one of the lower bends of the Skeleton River. Wet and soggy, he didn't know how long he's been 'rid of'. But he knew one thing: somebody's gonna pay. Bruised and creaking like a rusty hinge, Carter picked himself up from the ground and did his best to dust himself off. He was half-nude with a huge purple spot on his left side. "Shit.", he mumbled in his usual grizlly inflection.

He began walking and hobbled where he couldn't. In the backyard of some bystanders he nicked a fresh shirt and jacket, but still walked bare foot into the district. Dushburg, he knew it by the scent. But this wasn't where he'd find refuge. Judging by what happened to himself, his associates would probably be dead or have already skipped town. For a good reason.

In an alley a man emerged from the shadows. The crook thought he had the drop on his prey. In reality it was Carter who picked him. They were roughly the same size, he argued. The man, all ruined in the face by ink, had a butterfly knife and began urging for the usual. But then Carter turned around face to face. His fingers were large and the hands they attached to veiny. His arms hung curled to his sides like two shovels. Only one eye reflected in the darkness, one eye and a knowing grin.

His right mitt nabbed the blade-hand, with speed that betrayed Carter's build, and seamlessly twisted it out of it's natural axis. With a trash-muffled clank, the blade hit the ground by the time Carter's hands were already on him. He was a monster. And monsters were made to fear.

Carter walked out of that alley but a few moments later in worker's boots. His next stop was the license bureau. In Duskburg, they still let you fill out your license with a pen. If you had a picture, they'd just validate it with a stamp. Carter took one of these blank licenses and filled it out with the name 'Ryan Smith' and walked back out. On the way, he nicked one of the sharpies the workers used.

Not even half an hour later he used it to plagerize the very same validation mark in a gas station bathroom. 'Paid in '02' it spelled as he blew on it to make it last. Then he crumpled it a fair bit and threw it on the ground. It looked used enough. He splashed some water from the faucet on his worn out face.

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He then pulled the almost ancient 'I have lost my checkbook con.' until one of the banks in Millenium City bit the bait. And by the end of the day he was already in a tailored slate grey suit, wearing luxury watches and booking president suites like nothing even happend. But it did.

And someone still had to pay for it.
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Post by Anonym » Mon Jun 10, 2019 7:35 pm

The South Docks, Duskburg

How do you pronounce those weird "u" dots? I'm not completely sure. I've heard it pronounced completely normally, or with the "ur" pronounced "oor", which in my opinion is really, really weird. But hey, I can't change how people say things, and I'm one to talk about speech problems, especially when they're not actually speech problems.

I'm mostly thinking about it to take my mind off waiting. What am I waiting for? Good question. I've been working my way through this drug dealing ring, see - it's actually not hard to get info from hired thugs, and since I'm tall for my age, people seem to think I'm older than I am. Which is good for my hobby, because if people thought I was an actual fourteen-year-old they'd probably give me a lecture and send me home rather than take me seriously enough to tell me where the next up in the chain was going to be meeting.

They're starting to catch on. Not that I'm a teenager, but that I'm an actual threat, teenager or not. I'm just hoping word hasn't gotten to their boss yet about how close I am to finding out a name, or an address, or something important. My position isn't exactly comfortable, crouched between a roof and a rafter beam in the place that the last guys had given me. Apparently, the meeting tonight was going to be pretty big. Lots of important guys, they said. Probably pretty well-armed, but I'm used to that. What has me worried is if they have other metas with them, and I have to call on Annie or even my butterfly to help me out. That could get out of hand really, really fast.

To take my mind off all the possibilities, I gnaw absently on my cheeks. With the facemask, I can't do my fingers, and that's for the better. I want those to heal up, even if they're a little scarred. Maybe sometime soon I'll have to wear actual gloves. Unlikely. Relying on taste rather than touch to figure out how deep I'm silently chewing, I wait as patiently as I can. If those guys were trying to dupe me - well, there wasn't really anything I could do, they were in jail now where they belonged. It just means I'll have to figure something else out.

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