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To clear up some confusion, this is a lore/story-base romance rp with smut being the subplot of everything. In other words, smut is gonna happen when it comes.
Name:"Ash Spade, a homicide detective. Pleasure to meet you."
Age: 27
Gender:Female
Species:Human?
Appearance:
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Personality:A woman with a cold and locked heart, Ash's determination of catching criminals is never overlooked. Everyone in the department knows what's she's like outside and inside on the job - hard headed and stubborn. She doesn't back down from a challenge so in order to get her attention, work related or not, is you need to challenge her. If anything, she needs to do something as everyone like to call "a distraction".
Down-to-earth, highly intelligent, and by-the-books cop who takes pride in her work, Ash appreciates creating order from chaos. Her heart is bounded by chains and a hardshell lock that isn't easy to break. She's strong-willed and isn't gonna stand by, and watch someone get away. Although there are times where she does become open, Ash's cold nature and aggressive comes to play.
Height:6'0"
Sexuality: Lesbian
Likes:Detective work, solving crimes, puzzle solving, reading horror/psychological horror and women
Dislikes:Homophobics and an assassin organization called The Caters
Backstory:Find out
Power(s): [REDACTED]
Strength(s):Problem solving, detective, interrogations, body language reader and hand to hand
Weakness(s):Being vulnerable
Fear(s):None
Smut rp? Virgin: No Turn on:Grinding, neck biting, heated make out sessions, teasing and praising Turn off:Pain and blood Kinks:Open to anything Dom/Sub:Switch
Other(s):She wears a silver ring wrapped around with a string necklace on her neck.
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Scenario 1: You are a witness to a death of an employee of yours. You work as a (of your choice) and saw your co-worker get stabbed by a masked person.
Now, cops are investigating the rooms for any clues. You were smoking a joint in one of the building, listening and watching the cops on the other side until a woman in a suit walks in with a small notepad in her hand.
