Indigo

“I am terrified by this dark thing, That sleeps in me; All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity.”― Sylvia Plath, Ariel ... Biography Ten years ago, Indigo Jones, once a highly respected homicide detective with the LAPD, was felled by a relentless blow from a fleeing suspect. That moment forever altered the trajectory of his life, casting him into a deep, unwavering slumber—a coma that held him captive in a realm of darkness and silence. The city, once vibrant with his presence, mourned the loss of a valiant hero, while well-wishers inundated the hospital with messages of hope and support. It was a tragic tale that stirred the hearts of the masses, inspiring them with the unwavering spirit of a fallen champion. Yet, within the shadows of this seemingly heroic narrative, a darker truth began to surface. Unbeknownst to the public, evidence discovered on Indigo's battered form hinted at a more sinister side to the fallen detective. It was evidence that had mysteriously vanished from the LAPD's grasp, an enigma that soon triggered an internal investigation—uncompromising even as Indigo lay unconscious, vulnerable to the machinations of fate. When the detective finally roused from his extended slumber, the truth began to seep into the public consciousness, bit by bit. The details of Indigo's dubious methods slowly emerged, like tendrils of smoke rising from the ashes of his tarnished reputation. He had danced with corruption, taking and giving bribes with practiced ease. The guilty found solace in his protection, their crimes going unpunished if they could assist him in solving his cases. Evidence vanished into the abyss under his watchful eye, creating a shield for others who straddled the fine line between right and wrong. He employed brutality as a tool, roughing up individuals in the name of justice. And the darkest secret of all: he had become entangled in the web of narcotics trafficking. Indigo believed he was serving a higher cause, his own twisted version of justice that surpassed the constraints of law and morality. As the investigation unraveled, the sordid details of Indigo's transgressions were laid bare for the public to scrutinize. A circus of allegations and accusations ensued, with the once revered detective at its center stage. Yet, whether through insider collaboration or sheer misfortune, any tangible evidence linking him to his crimes vanished into the depths of incompetence. The outcome was inevitable—Indigo was cleared of the charges. But the storm of public outrage was so fierce, so unyielding, that it shattered the very foundation of his career, leaving him cast aside from the force he had once served with unwavering dedication. In the aftermath, Indigo retreated into the shadows, morphing into an elusive phantom that haunted the fringes of society. Ten long years he remained in silence, hidden from prying eyes and whispering voices. Yet, solitude wears thin, its grip on the soul growing wearisome. And so, Indigo rose from the ashes, wielding a private investigator's license as his newfound weapon. With measured steps, he emerged from the depths of obscurity, resolute in his pursuit of truth and redemption, ready to cast his own tenebrous silhouette against the stark light of day. RP Hooks Notoriety: The newsreels played on a continuous loop, the echoes of Indigo Jones' fall reverberating through the city. If you were in the grim streets of L.A. a decade ago, it's all but certain you witnessed the relentless coverage, those haunting images burned into your memory. The headlines screamed of a fallen hero, the darling detective who succumbed to a coma-inducing blow. The city wept, and well-intentioned souls flooded the hospital with messages of hope, their collective prayers rising like a chorus in the darkened night. The tale of his tragedy became a gripping spectacle, a legend etched upon the annals of the metropolis. Though, the truth revealed in the end showed a far darker and more sinister truth. Weirdly Successful: Rumors, my friend, swirl through the labyrinthine alleys of this city. Whispers that tangle like smoke, enigmatic and elusive. They speak of a man whose uncanny ability to unravel secrets goes beyond mere deduction. Some swear he cheats the very fabric of reality, employing tricks unknown to mortal men. How else could he possess knowledge that eludes even the most seasoned investigators? It's as if he has an intimate connection to the ethereal realm, an otherworldly link that grants him glimpses into the hidden recesses of the mind. Whispers circulate, casting doubt upon his methods, but one thing remains certain: Indigo Jones possesses an innate understanding that transcends logic and reason. Sometimes, my friend, he simply 'knows' things he shouldn't. Pit of Despair: The weight of the world rests upon his shoulders, my friend, and it's a burden that he carries with every sip from that bottomless chalice. Indigo Jones, a heavy drinker, lost in the depths of despair. The liquid fire courses through his veins, numbing the pain that plagues his haunted soul. The bottle, his constant companion, drowns the memories of a past tainted by darkness and remorse. It's a dance with demons, this never-ending embrace of the bottle's sweet release. With each swig, he drowns his sorrows, seeking solace at the bottom of that pit of despair. Filing cabinet Faded ink, Manilla Folder whose edges are bent with mildew and moisture, Torn remains of the sticker reads 'M' The impact of M's betrayal struck Indigo like a blow to the gut. The weight of his emotions threatened to consume him—anger, disappointment, and a profound sense of loss swirled within his soul. The warrior he had trusted with his life had become a harbinger of deception, a betrayal that left him wounded and questioning his own judgment. In the aftermath of the revelation, Indigo found himself standing at a crossroads. The path he had once traversed alongside M now diverged, leaving him with a choice—succumb to the bitterness of betrayal or rise from the ashes. The bond they had shared, once unbreakable, lay shattered at their feet. And as Indigo picked up the pieces, his resolve grew unyielding. He would no longer be defined by the treachery that had scarred his path. In the labyrinth of shadows and deceit, he would seek redemption, driven by the unrelenting pursuit of the truth. With each step forward, Indigo vowed to dismantle the web of lies that had entangled him, to confront the depths of darkness that threatened to swallow him whole. The betrayal of M had left its mark, a scar that would forever remind him of the fragility of trust. But in the wake of that shattered trust, a new fire burned within Indigo—an unyielding determination to emerge from the shadows and reclaim his own destiny... Careful Cursive, Leather bound journal, Sticker reads 'Lady Fairbrook' She strutted into the room, her presence as commanding as a queen holding court. Lady Sophia Fairbrook, a name that dripped with prestige and privilege, was a force to be reckoned with. Her hair framed a face adorned with sharp features that exuded an air of self-assuredness. Clad in an elegant black gown that hugged her every curve, she possessed a beauty that turned heads and a power that demanded attention... ...Indigo Jones watched her from a distance, his gaze tinged with a mixture of awe and disdain. Lady Fairbrook was the epitome of confidence, an embodiment of aristocratic arrogance that made his blood boil. She flaunted her wealth like a peacock flaunts its plumage, strutting through the world with a sense of entitlement that grated against his every instinct... ...It wasn't just her opulence that irked Indigo; it was the way she carried herself, the way she looked down upon those she deemed beneath her. She navigated the intricate webs of high society with practiced ease, her every move calculated to maintain her elevated status. Her pride was a suit of armor, impenetrable and impenitent, shielding her from the realities faced by ordinary people... ...In the shadowy world they inhabited, where darkness lurked behind every corner, Indigo believed that true strength lay in humility, in acknowledging the fragility of the human spirit. Lady Fairbrook, with her grandiose airs and self-aggrandizing theatrics, was a living embodiment of everything he detested. Her overbearing confidence masked a vulnerability she refused to acknowledge, and it fueled his disdain... ...But as much as Indigo despised her prideful nature, he couldn't deny her power and influence. He begrudgingly recognized that, in this game of shadows, she held the key to unraveling the mysteries that plagued their city. So, despite his reservations, he would swallow his pride and dance alongside her, each step fueling his determination to expose the truth... ...In the dimly lit room, Detective Indigo Jones watched Lady Sophia Fairbrook with a mixture of annoyance and begrudging respect. She was a formidable opponent, a woman whose pride knew no bounds. But beneath that veneer of self-importance, he sensed a vulnerability that he couldn't quite ignore. And as he prepared to plunge deeper into the murky depths of their shared world, he vowed to peel away the layers of her conceit and uncover the truth that lay hidden within... Block Letters, A collection of yellow sticky notes, 'Doctor Wolfe' ...His presence as captivating as a predator stalking its prey. Tall and impeccably dressed, he exuded an aura of charisma that seemed to ensnare those around him. His piercing eyes held a calculating glint, as if he were perpetually dissecting the vulnerabilities of his unsuspecting victims... ...As a renowned psychiatrist, Dr. Wolfe wore his charm like a well-tailored suit, his silver tongue luring in his patients with promises of solace and understanding. Behind closed doors, however, his true nature revealed itself—a cunning predator, a wolf in sheep's clothing. His every word dripped with manipulation, each smile concealing a darker intent... ...In the detective's eyes, Dr. Wolfe was the embodiment of everything that was wrong with his profession—a symbol of the abuse of power, cloaked beneath a veneer of benevolence. His charming demeanor concealed a dangerous game, one in which he played puppet master to the fragile minds of his patients. He reveled in their vulnerability, using it as leverage to bend them to his will... ...Jones had seen the aftermath of Dr. Wolfe's manipulation—the shattered lives, the broken spirits left in his wake. He despised the way the psychiatrist weaved his web of influence, ensnaring his patients in a tangled mess of dependency and control. His genuine concern for their well-being was nothing more than a charade, a calculated act... ...But as much as Jones loathed Dr. Wolfe and his predatory nature, he knew that his expertise held a twisted value in their shared pursuit of justice. The psychiatrist's uncanny ability to navigate the labyrinthine corridors of the human mind made him an invaluable resource in unraveling the darkest secrets of their city... ...Reluctantly, Detective Indigo Jones made a pact with himself—a pact to utilize Dr. Wolfe's expertise while remaining vigilant against his manipulative tendencies. He would keep a watchful eye, determined to expose the psychiatrist's true nature and protect those who unwittingly fell into his clutches... In a world where trust was a scarce commodity, Detective Jones braced himself for the inevitable dance with Dr. Wolfe. Behind the charming façade lay a predator, a man who reveled in the vulnerability of his patients. Yet, Jones refused to succumb to the allure of his charm. With each encounter, he steeled himself against the psychiatrist's manipulations, vowing to expose the darkness that lurked beneath the surface. The game was on, and Jones would play it cautiously, determined to outwit the predator in their midst... Glitter and crayons, Trapper Keeper with Unicorns stickers, 'The Cassidy's' ...In the midst of the shadows and deceit that permeated the city, there was a beacon of light embodied by the Cassidy couple, Clover and Silva. Two vibrant souls, bound by love and a shared passion for technology, they defied conventions and found solace in each other's arms... ...Detective Indigo Jones had the fortune of crossing paths with the Cassidy couple on multiple occasions, witnessing firsthand the power of their love and intellect. He admired their unwavering dedication to uncovering the truth, their unapologetic existence challenging the societal norms that sought to confine them... ...In the presence of Clover and Silva, Jack felt the warmth of their love radiating through every interaction. Their shared brilliance illuminated even the darkest corners, as they fearlessly pursued justice with a determination that defied the prejudice they encountered. Their unwavering commitment to one another served as a reminder that love knew no bounds, transcending societal expectations and casting aside the shadows that sought to diminish its light... Written as if in a hurry, paper torn and smudged with dirt smelling faintly of burning wood, 'Tlascal' ...From the moment they met, Tlascal made it abundantly clear that he held little regard for the detective. His words were laced with condescension, his tone dripping with arrogance. Every interaction felt like a battle of wills... ...The Man's voice carried the weight of his existence, as if each word were carefully chosen to chip away at the detective's resolve. He reveled in his own stoic demeanor, relishing the power that came with his enigmatic nature. The warrior's cold, stony exterior mirrored the walls he erected around himself, shutting out any semblance of vulnerability... ...Tlascal's condescending remarks and contemptuous words were met with a steely resolve from Indigo. He refused to be diminished or belittled, holding onto his own sense of self-worth despite the warrior's attempts to erode it. With each encounter, the detective became more determined to uncover the truths that Tlascal guarded so fiercely, all the while safeguarding his own vulnerabilities... Silvered ink, A black silklike napkin, 'Miss Michaelson' ...Beneath her bubbly exterior and the alluring allure of the club, Minerva carried the weight of countless losses. Lovers and friends, torn away by the fangs of fate, left her heart scarred and her soul burdened. Each passing tragedy etched a deeper line of sorrow upon her countenance, yet she persevered, determined to create a sanctuary where others could find solace amidst their own pain... ...And as she continued to navigate the labyrinth of grief, she forged ahead, carrying with her the memories of those she had lost, determined to embrace life's fleeting moments of joy, even in the face of constant loss... Gallery Logs No logs found! Indigo Jones Concept Disgraced Detective Occupation Private Investigator Birthdate 1972 Languages English Eye Color Blue Hair Color Brown Theme Songs: Statistics Appearance: 🔴 • Flaws: Notoriety ... ... 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