Scenario:Bowhunter
Real name: Raymond King
Location: North America
Time: Present day
History: Police Detective Raymond King had good intel that a famous hit man, who he believed had killed his old partner years ago, was not only in town, but that he was going to be in a meeting that night at the abandoned Romita Theatre to buy a mysterious weapon.
Despite being unable to get approval, Detective King and his partner still went ahead to the meeting location, where he was surprised to find that the hit man was apparently there to buy, not modern weapons, but instead an antique long bow which apparently belonged to the legendary Robin Hood himself!
Unfortunately, Detective King and his partner were found out, and a fire fight ensured. His partner was injured, being rendered unconscious, while Detectiv I'me King ended up with his hands on the bow and arrows; suddenly, something came over him and he used the bow to fend off the criminals, although the hit man escaped.
Although the meeting was a bust and most of the criminals present had been apprehended, King had gone off the books and gotten a police officer injured, leading to a massive headache for the police and disciplinary action for King.
Disciplinary action which would have been even worse if the police knew that he had stolen evidence after being compelled to take the bow of Robin Hood with him!
Researching the bow, he discovered that it had been associated with almost every legendary archer throughout history; Robin Hood, William Tell, Jack Churchill, Nasu no Yoichi and others.
Although the bow had been repaired and restrung countless times over the centuries, it still contained the spirit and skills of every bowman who had weilded it for justice.
Donning an outfit inspired by Robin Hood, Raymond King began a new career as the Bowhunter, fighting modern crime using the legendary bow, as well as developing a series of specialised arrows to help in his war on crime.
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Bowhunter
Real name: Raymond King
Location: North America
Time: Present day
History: Police Detective Raymond King had good intel that a famous hit man, who he believed had killed his old partner years ago, was not only in town, but that he was going to be in a meeting that night at the abandoned Romita Theatre to buy a mysterious weapon.
Despite being unable to get approval, Detective King and his partner still went ahead to the meeting location, where he was surprised to find that the hit man was apparently there to buy, not modern weapons, but instead an antique long bow which apparently belonged to the legendary Robin Hood himself!
Unfortunately, Detective King and his partner were found out, and a fire fight ensured. His partner was injured, being rendered unconscious, while Detectiv I'me King ended up with his hands on the bow and arrows; suddenly, something came over him and he used the bow to fend off the criminals, although the hit man escaped.
Although the meeting was a bust and most of the criminals present had been apprehended, King had gone off the books and gotten a police officer injured, leading to a massive headache for the police and disciplinary action for King.
Disciplinary action which would have been even worse if the police knew that he had stolen evidence after being compelled to take the bow of Robin Hood with him!
Researching the bow, he discovered that it had been associated with almost every legendary archer throughout history; Robin Hood, William Tell, Jack Churchill, Nasu no Yoichi and others.
Although the bow had been repaired and restrung countless times over the centuries, it still contained the spirit and skills of every bowman who had weilded it for justice.
Donning an outfit inspired by Robin Hood, Raymond King began a new career as the Bowhunter, fighting modern crime using the legendary bow, as well as developing a series of specialised arrows to help in his war on crime.
Raymond King
impulsive, and resourceful. Raymond's life changes when he discovers the legendary bow of Robin Hood. He uses it to fight crime, becoming the Bowhunter. His actions lead to his suspension from the force and estrangement from his partner, Mark. Despite this, he continues his crusade against crime, driven by a sense of justice and a need for redemption.
James Carter
analytical, and secretive.
Mark Thompson
cautious, and supportive. Mark is injured during a botched sting operation involving Raymond's pursuit of a hitman. Despite his injuries, he remains committed to the law and tries to reason with Raymond about his actions. Mark's relationship with Raymond becomes strained due to Raymond's decision to become the Bowhunter.
Present day, North America.
I had received good intel that a famous hit man was not only in town, but that he would be at a meeting that night to purchase some sort of new and deadly weapon.
The hit man was only known by his pseudonym, and I had a gut feeling that this was the same hit man who had killed my old partner years ago.
For that reason alone, I knew I had to be there and try to follow him when he left.
The only problem was that the information I had received had all of the details of the meeting, including the location, type of weapon, and even the pseudonym of the hit man; but it did not mention why the police were not to go to the location and try to apprehend the hit man, or intercept the shipment of dangerous weapons.
Regardless, I knew that I had to be there and try to find out as much as I could about what was going on, so I called my current partner and told him to meet me at the location.
We arrived in our unmarked car just after dark, and parked on the side of the street across from the old Romita Theatre.
The theatre had been abandoned for several years and was a common place for people to conduct illegal business in secrecy.
As we watched, a black limousine with tinted windows pulled up across from us and stopped in front of the theatre.
I crouched behind a rusted dumpster, watching the limousine's rear door open.
Two men in dark suits got out first, standing on the sidewalk and looking around cautiously.
They were obviously guards, and they scanned the area with practiced efficiency.
A third man emerged from the limousine, carrying a long wooden case.
I raised my binoculars to my eyes and studied the man's face carefully.
He was a little older than the other two, with a small scar on his neck that I recognized as the signature mark of a famous hit man.
The three men headed toward the side entrance of the theatre, their shoes crunching on broken glass and gravel as they walked.
I edged closer, staying in the shadows of boarded-up storefronts and watching them carefully.
The night air was cool and damp, filled with the smells of trash and decay.
The hit man and his guards reached the side door of the theatre and stopped, looking around cautiously.
One guard moved forward to check the door handle, then nodded to the others. The hit man opened his briefcase and removed something from it, then handed it to one of his guards.
The guard examined it carefully, then nodded to the hit man.
They spoke quietly for a few minutes, but I couldn't make out what they were saying.
I edged closer, trying to hear their conversation.
"...authenticity," I heard one of them say.
"...certification," another replied.
I was twenty feet away from them now, hiding behind a dumpster in front of an abandoned restaurant.
I froze when one guard glanced in my direction, his eyes scanning the street carefully.
"Did you hear that?" the guard asked, his voice tense.
The hit man shook his head slightly, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Relax, it's just the wind," he said, then added, "Besides, our buyer will be here soon, and we can't afford any distractions."
I held my breath as the guard turned back to the door, his eyes scanning the street once more before returning to their conversation.
I pressed my back against the cold brick wall of the restaurant, edging closer to the theatre's side entrance where their voices were coming from.
My shoes scraped softly on broken concrete as I moved, trying not to make any noise.
As I walked, I noticed that the door handle of the restaurant was slightly ajar.
I pushed it open and ducked inside, hiding behind a pile of old crates and trash.
From there, I could hear the hit man and his guards more clearly.
They were talking about something called "the English long bow," and I wondered what they were referring to.
The older man opened his wooden case and removed something from it.
The light from the nearby streetlights reflected off an ancient-looking bow, with intricate carvings in the wood.
My heart pounded as I leaned forward to get a better look at it.
But my elbow knocked loose a piece of crumbling mortar, and it clattered down the wall.
The guard whips around, hand moving to his jacket.