devin maddox levine βΏ thirty-one lead recruiter for the syndicateβΈ» [ dependent rp blog for sinnerssquarehq]
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Devin didn't even flinch at the mention of his fellow Syndicate member being exposed. It only showed how detached from everyone and everything he was. "Truth is bound to come out sooner or later." He shrugged. "Frankly, I've got nothing to lose." Did he have secrets that could put him in a tough position? Sure. Was he eager to go through this unconvenience? Maybe not. But as of right now, he had no control over it and he saw no point in working himself up over it either. "Let me guess, you're looking for information. Or is it something else you're after?"
ππππ πππ ππππ πππ name moretti -- it catches attention of a wide variety. she learned that from a very young age. there came a time in her life, however, when she simply stopped caring if it was positive or negative. ludovica was a woman of many secrets, blood spilling over on her hands. she had acted without reckoning. the time had inevitably come. and while she felt the acknowledgement of this realization in her bones, one would never be able to tell. " are you sure about that? because surely, trenton brewer may think differently. as will your people who inevitably join him. including you. " she sips from the glass of wine with an eyebrow raised, cocked like her favorite pistol. there it is. he thought this was a sign of her floundering. when instead, she viewed it the same as an exterminator taking care of an infestation. " listen, people can call me a bitch all they want -- while they'd be very right, at least i'm a smart one. even i can give credit where credit is due. " she smirks, leaning back in the chair with her wine glass poised between her fingers. " besides -- i'm sure i can make it worth your while. financial compensation aside, which would be hefty, i have eyes and ears everywhere. i may be my father's daughter, but i make damn sure my working relationships are mutually beneficial. "
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"I happen to like that energy then, it usually keeps the people away." Devin shrugged, not at all feeling offended by her words. Amusement spread across his features as he listened, wondering if there was a way for Kinley to read his emotions. Or maybe she knew exactly what his reaction might be and she'd purposely picked out her words? "I'm afraid you've mistaken the place, if that's what you're looking for right now." Though, one could never know; maybe if she'd picked out another booth, some other guy would gladly take advantage. "And I'm glad you're concerned about my well-being, but I can assure you that I'm fine just the way I am. What's wrong with being a little grumpy?"
βIβm not surprised you have, that seems to be the energy you are giving off.β She said with a playful roll of the eyes, βIt depends on what Iβm looking for, sometimes worlds will do it but I have to say whimpering, morning and begging seem to be my favorite to listen too.β Especially the begging. βWhich you pay benefit from, you seem to be so strung up and tense, maybe thatβs what you really need. With someone else of course.β She added that last bit but a lady has her needs and with how the banter was going she would be willing.
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Every now and then, there came a time when Devin needed to get away from everyone and everything. To let go. To silence his thoughts because they were becoming unbearable. Some people preferred heading out to a bar, drowning them in alcohol, but he'd learnt this didn't solve the problem. In fact, it worsened it in his case, because the alcohol made people stupidly bold and the last thing Devin needed right now was his own demons running wild. "I was actually going to ask if you'll be my sparring partner today."
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Location: Kingston fitness
Boxing wasn't the kind of hobby the future mayor should partake in, that was something his parents told him constantly but that was also why he enjoyed it so much. In their mind it was gang activity. Id only they knew that their precious son had done worse than step foot in a boxing ring. He had been in the zone until he heard somebody approaching him. He held the bag he'd been punching still and turned to the person. "I hope you haven't come to critic my form. Actually... I'd welcome that it's most likely shocking.
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Sound, similar to a scoff, escaped Devin's lips despite the slight smirk on them. This girl was starting to grow on him, which didn't happen very often. Especially with complete strangers. "If heard that before, but thanks." He shrugged, realizing only a second later that his words might throw her off even more. Pushing his plate aside, he leaned on his elbow, wondering if she could sense his full attention shifting towards her. "Tell me, what sounds do you like your company to make usually?"
"What a lovely brute you must be." She said with a roll of her eyes. "Company" she repeated. "No thank you. You don't sound like you would be all that fulfilling." She said with a shrug. "I like my company to make sounds, seeing how I got no idea what is going on otherwise." She said as she continued to eat her food.
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Devin listened attentively, his facial expression remaining calm. It wasn't hard when he'd mastered the art of detachment from reality years ago to feel worried by the most recent events around town. Was there some truth to the woman's words? Perhaps. Perhaps the one, who'd had fun with exposing secrets and targeting people had access to his lowest moments in life as well, but there was something that will always seperate him from the rest β Devin lost his most valuable long ago, his life was destroyed before it had even began and that made him less of a target. Sure, he had secrets, but at least nothing stopped him from shedding his skin once more and starting over. "I couldn't care less about who and why is doing this." All he ever truly cared about was getting his revenge and in time he knew that day will come. "Nor why they picked your father as a cover." Though he couldn't deny there were some good reasons as to why. "I was wondering, though, how long will it take before you seek our help on the matter."
πππππ πππππ πππ ππππ been a time when ludovica wanted nothing to do with her father ( clearly those days had long since passed ) -- she had never been able to truly get away from the ways in which they were alike. for example, his brazen sensibility. perhaps a dash of entitlement went along with it, but wasn't like ludovica was going to deny that. what was so bad about wanting the world at your fingertips? " well, i suppose it would certainly do all of us a favor. " she begins, punctuating her statement by gracefully crossing her legs and taking another sip of wine. for dramatic effect. giovanni would be proud. " i'm assuming you wish just as much as i do for the demise of that... pest who claims to know everything about us. not just my family. all of us. you included. β another one of their own had been targeted. ludovica lean towards the emotionless side of the scale on many an occasion, but that didn't mean she didn't care. " it would take an idiot to realize the truth, my father is dead -- and his likeness is not a toy. "
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For a moment Devin contemplated the idea of rewarding her stubborness with silence. Usually he was good at ignoring people, sometimes it even worked in his favor, making them uncomfortable and wishing to move. Most times, though, it was just a useful skill to isolate himself from his surroundings. "Usually." He replied in the end, keeping the answer short and sweet. "I hope you weren't looking for a company, because I'm not the right guy for it, I can assure you."
McKinley shrugged, "Alright." She responded but didn't move. She picked up a fry from her plate and popped it into her mouth. Once she swallowed she brought her attention towards him, "So are you usually this grumpy or is today a special case?"
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Though he already knew the answer, Devin still glanced around, pretending to be seeking another open seat for her despite not feeling like it was his job to do so. In the end, he allowed her to stay as long as she kept to her side of the table and mostly because she didn't seem like the type to seek his company. "Nice sketch." Usually, he wasn't the type to start the conversation but it seemed today was one of these days when he was less grumpy. Besides, art was something that piqued his interest from an young age. "Are you an artist?"
"If you see another seat open, I'll be more than happy to move." Kaia began softly before shrugging her shoulders. She'd surveyed for a moment before finally taking the open seat, there had been nothing else in sight and the brunette desperately needed to finish this sketch before her next appointment. "You won't even know I'm here." She continued, flipping open her book to the marked page to put the finishing touches on her bat.
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Slight smile tugged at the corner of his lips, sensing the lie laced in her response. It was always weird to him how good he's become at mimicing normal, day-to-day expressions people used in various situations. It seemed as if people were right saying that the longer someone played certain role, the more lines between it and who they truly were blurred. "There is one that's empty to your left." He informed, tempted to see whether she'll move or stay.
"Oh yeah, I see loads including that stupid look on your face." She rolled her eyes, voice dripping in sarcasm. Maybe she should move, but now she didn't feel like it, the satisfaction of pissing the mystery man off. "All the other booths look full to me, guess I'm staying." she had no idea the status of all the other booths, but the hassle of having to move and find an open one is much harder for her than others.
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Devin was good with faces and recognized the man instantly. However, his words were what got him equally curious and amused, enough to make up for his boldness. "Is that so?"
Toni raises a brow at Devonβs words, pulling the seat out anyway. They may be on separate teams, but it seemed like right now they all had a common enemy. β I need to talk to you. β
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One look at the woman was all it took him to recognize the familiar feature which all Moretti family's members had. Soft smile curved his lips, which was a rare sight to be seen, but he always found the idea of people believing they know him amusing. He'd adapt to the role of a chameleon so well througout the years, stripping countless names, backstories and personalities that often times he himself was barely sure who he truly was, so just because she had his name, didn't mean a thing to him. The rest of her words, however, that's what piqued his interest. "And what exactly may that be?" Because as far as his knowledge went, there were nothing tying him to the Morettis and the people close to them.
" πππ πππππππππππ, π πππππ pegged one of the smartest academic minds in the world to forget that not only are we in a public establishment, but there are others besides you blessed with the gift of observation. " ludovica hums, crossing her legs. the red-bottom of her shoe glistens in dim light of the crowded bar, rivaled only by the color of the ruby-red wine between her fingers -- the most expensive pinot noir the place could afford. even then, it tasted like gasoline. " i know there's no one coming. and i know who you are, devin levine. i don't say this often, but you have something of value to me. "
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It was rare for him to see a face and a name not instantly pop out. Usually he preferred to steal a quick glance rather than keep the eye contact long, but in this case Devin took his time studying the woman's features. "Do you see anything at all?" He asked, though already suspecting what the answer may be. "Well, at least now you've been warned and can pick another booth." He continued, offering a small shrug.
McKinley was moving on auto piolet. She ordered her food and navigated to the nearest booth before dropping down. The voice recognition in her AirPods caught someone speaking and auto-lowered the volume. "Really? Don't feel taken." She said moving her hand around t make sure she didn't slide in next to someone. "Didn't see there was anyone else at the table."
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open starter @sinnerssquarestart location: somewhere public in brooklyn
Since childhood Devin was the quiet, observing type, which later has turned into one of his best assets at his work. He was someone, who valued their privacy and their space, so when decided to take the open seat on his table his mind immediately went on defense mode. His muscles tensed, his hazel eyes shooting straight at facing the intruder. "The seat's taken." He informed.
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(KENDRICK SAMPSON, CISMALE, HE/HIM)Β Oh, is thatΒ DEVIN MADDOX LEVINE?Β I heard theΒ THIRTY-ONEΒ year old isΒ ADAPTABLE.Β But donβt let that pretty face fool you, they are alsoΒ RESENTFUL.Β Makes sense seeing how they are aΒ LEAD RECRUITERΒ in theΒ SYNDICATEΒ gang. penned by m.
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πππ ππππ: Β Devin Maddox Levine
ππππππππ(π):Β Β Dev, Maddox, Mads, Max, Cipher
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πππππ ππππ(π):Β Β Dev, Max
πππππ ππππ:Β Β August, 9, 1993
πππ:Β Β thirty-one
ππππππ:Β Β cismale
ππππππππ:Β Β he/him
ππππ πππππ: dark brown/black
πππ πππππ: hazel
πππππππ: tba.
πππππππππ: tbd.
πππππ: tbd.
ππππππππ πππππππππππ:Β Β demiromantic
ππππππ πππππππππππ: Β pansexual
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πππππ: Caleb and Layla Levine (parents)
ππππππππ:Β Β n/a
ππππππππππππ ππππππ: single
ππππ ππππ ππππππππππ ππππ: Β take what you want by post malone ft. ozzy osbourne & travis scott
ππππππππππππ: tba.
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triggers: sexual assault tw, murder tw, child neglect tw
The first seven years of his life were by far the happiest he'd ever remember. Both his parents took on the responsibility of taking care for another life when they were too young to be able to even care for themselves. It was hard, it took a lot of work and patience, but all they ever needed to brighten up their darkest days was a single smile from their little boy.
Devin grew up in a simple household; a run-down apartment in South Bronx was the best his parents could afford at that time, so that's where he grew up. His mother worked at a hair salon, which allowed her to take care for Devin or take him to work with her, while his father would pick up random jobs in hopes of making it up the ladder. Only it happened to be the fastest and surest way to get him killed.
At seven, coming home from school, Devin walked up to a sight he'd never forget. His mother lying on the floor, her clothes ripped, a pillow pressed against her face while a thug forced himself on her. Another man holding his father at gun point in the background, forcing him to watch as his wife is violently assaulted. That picture is forever engraved into Devin's brain, the shock of it making him go silent for the years to come. The ring of a shot gun keeping him awake at night as well as his mother's silent screams.
Despite the efforts of numerous psychologists, the damage been done to his fragile psyche was irreversable. From a good student, Devin crashed down to the bottom. He entered the system but no family wanted to adopt a child with his amount of mental and emotional baggage, even if not much was known about his past. They just assumed. There was a man, though, who came in frequently, checked up on him, paid for some of his therapy sessions (while he still agreed on them or rather while they still could force him into going). Devin never knew who he was or what his connection to his parents' death was until later in life.
As a teenager, Devin started acting up. All this silent rage building up inside of him finally came to the surface. He'd still refuse to talk much, but he'd often get into fights with other kids. He'd start getting mixed up with the wrong crowds, running away and not coming back for days, sometimes weeks, until he needed money. He'd steal or find other ways to get money and keep living on his own as best as possible. He was fifteen when he got recruited into the Syndicate. Back then the gang was still small and desperate to establish its roots in NYC by pumping some fresh blood into its rows. There was a man who saw potential where so many others had only seen tragedy. He gave young Devin purpose when he'd long lost one and some sort of affection, which had missed from his life for a long time, too.
Devin soon proved he had both the skills to be an equal part as a hacker and someone who had the approach with people. The man, who basically took him under his wing from day one, made sure he got good education. Later, Devin infiltrate a few firms worldwide, working as a programmer and using his job as a cover to bring in more people into the Syndicate.
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Little known fact is that he has PhD in Sociology and Psychology.
He has trained numerous martial arts.
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I want this mans so bad yoβ¦
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