This is a private role play, only one other person can sign up. It's first come first serve.

"Well if it ain't Old Malarkey! What's your poison today bud?" The bar tender asked leaning over the bar as the weather beaten man stumbled up to the bar. Honestly the man already looked hammered, drunk off his a** to say the least, if not a tad bit buzzed as well.
"Whiskey." The man belched before stammering over to a bar stool and attempted to take a seat. After failing multiple times he finally managed, seating a bit crooked as he tried to keep himself upright. The smell of cheap cigarettes and beer along with a bit of b.o and puke followed the man making the bar tender wrinkle his nose repulsivly.
"You really need to get clean Seb, how could the best cop this side of the river let himself drowned like this? In cheap booze and cigarettes? What would your wife say?" The bar tender asked handing the man a glass of water.
"Ex-wife." Seb corrected taking a drink of the water before looking at it funny. "I ain't a cop anymore."
"I know that." The bar tender huffed before picking up a glass to clean it. "How is she anyways? Your wife?" This seemed to make him rather upset being asked, though he answered it reluctantly.
"Haven't a clue, she hasn't talk to me since she kicked me out." Seb answered before laying his head down on the counter.
"I heard she made top of the police force." The tender continued as he cleaned despite the man already being asleep. "Even had a child a few years back, a little girl though she put it up for adoption." None of this the man heard as he slept off his drinks.

"Hey Seb! Hey! Wake up!" The bar tender said dumping a cup of water on the pathetic excuse of a man that lay on the floor of the bar bathroom. "Come on man, you've been in here all night. Get out so I can clean up the mess you made." Grumbling a bit Sebastian blinked away sleep, though it only made way for the massive hangover that seemed to always linger over him. Stretching a bit he scratched the back of his head.
"What day is it?" He grumbled as he stood, taking a moment to fish his wallet out of the toilet. Not again...he must have gotten hammered last night.
"Monday, now get out of my bathroom." The bar tender said rather crossly. Wrinkling his nose some Seb did as asked, drunkenly stumbling out of the bathroom with the tender in tow. Suddenly the phone rang, a sound that send needles of pain through his head.
"Bob's Bar." The bar tender answered in a huffy voice. "Yeah...alright. Hey you Mr. Malarkey?"
"Depends on who's asking." Seb answered before rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Every part of him hurt, no doubt the product of having too many drinks again.
"Phones for you." With that the phone exchanged hands.
"Listen if this is about my tab you can forget about it I'm not paying. I told you I don't have your money and you can deal with it."
"Mr. Malarkey? This is Mrs. Keller, I'm not calling about a tab. Honestly I don't know how to put this, I just heard that when anything goes wrong in the city people call you, but me and my husband need you help."
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"How do I get myself dragged into these sorts of things?" The man huffed climbing the stairs to the rather old looking home. He put his hand up suddenly, as if it was alive.
"Because you need the money!" The hand 'said' in a rather childish tone.
"True but no one asked you." The man said back, clearly not all there in the head for the most part.
"Sure you did! You asked a question to the thin air like a crazy person, so I answered!"
"Shut up." With that he knocked on the door. With in moments the woman opened the door, dressed in a bright read dress.
"Mr. Malarkey?" She asked with a questioning look. Honestly the man looked like a homeless bum right of the street. His hair was untamed and unwashed, and his clothes were tattered not to mention a little ripe smelling.
"You better believe it." He stammered attempting to straighten his crooked tie.
"Come in then. My husband is in the living room. Please follow me." With that she led him to the room. There an middle aged man and familiar woman were sitting. The woman was dressed in a police uniform. No...it couldn't be...
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Alright let me explain what is happening. So this role play is about a couple, divorced/separated. I'm playing as the husband who is an excop, and I'm looking for someone to play as his wife as they reluctantly have to work together to find a missing child. It will be an action pack adventure with lots of fighting, drama, sushi, and perhaps an imaginary friend or two. Who's with me?

Name:
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Age:
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? Alright? A tad bit happy? (God the puns..) Have you seen the tv show?

erm i haven't. is that required?

No, I just assumed that with your reaction you had. Without further to do! There are a few requirements for your character, she must be a cop/excop, and at one point had a child (Sebastian's though he doesn't know), and put it up for adoption. Other than that have at it :3.

Coolio! let me make the form

Name: Millie
Last name: Barrera
Family: Eve Barrera (mom), and Arthur Barrera (dad),
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Backstory: When she was little, she was a very imaginative child. She wrote many stories and doodled in school. After a certain incident, she began to discipline herself to be a stronger person. (Bios are my weakness)
Likes: She is very crafty when it comes to fabric and she is rather bookish
Dislikes: She hates large crowds, and is rather easily annoyed
Strengths: She's very intelligent and is a quick thinker
Weaknesses: She can be rather vengeful and keeps a grudge. She also is not the best fighter
Dreams/Goals: Millie secretly wants to write books for children

Name: Sebastian
Last name: Malarkey
Family: had a wife once, they are divorced now. Doesn't know of any kids
Age: 27 years
Gender: male
Backstory: As a kid he lived in the bad part of town in a home where people were in and out of all the time. His father was a drug lord, and his mother a prostitute. Despite this though he grew up to be a rather good kid, even if he did always manage to get in trouble for beating up kids at school. When he graduated he went straight into the police force, arresting his father first to try and get him some help with his addiction. Everything was going good, that was until his divorce with his wife. After that he turned into a cranky, nearly always angry cop. When he shot an innocent civilian while chasing a known drug dealer. For that he was kicked from the force. He took to the streets, drinking by day and still eliminating dealers by night.
Likes: Alcohol of any kind, beating someone at their own game, and kicking bad guy ass.
Disslikes: Criminals, like with a passion to the point he hunts them down. Trains, they give him anxiety.
Strengths: He is a devil with a gun, and can think on the fly. He's evaded death time, and time again meaning he has a lot of experience under his belt
Weaknesses: He's an alcoholic, always turning to the bottle to solve his problems. He also tends to let his anger get to him, and thinks that his life is basically over thus he throws caution to the wind. He smokes as well, though not as much as he did.
Dreams/Goals: To have a functional family, and to have a good reputation again

His hair is black, jacket light grey, and wears black pants.