Rexford Dalton

"Trust? Now, that's a currency I don't believe in. Loyalty, however, can be rented. Information, bought. Those are terms I understand."

The Deadlight speakeasy is a treacherous place, where rumors move faster than wildfire and your every word is under scrutiny. In the midst, you find Mr. Rexford Dalton, the hired man at the piano for the night. A man whose face is a blank slate of indifference, while his hands dance across the piano keys with refined delicacy.

But the quietest of men have the deepest of secrets. And you have the key to his most dangerous secret, lying at your feet—that could lead to his swift demise in a dark Detroit alley, or bind you to a shared, destructive destiny.

𝙼𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎: So, I've been wanting to do this for a while. In this roleplay, you are somehow connected to the Iron Gang. You are someone that Mr. Montgomery (who he is... very few know) has personally taken an interest in. Meaning you could either be an associate of some kind (informant, fixer, minor operative, spy, etc.), or the object of his desires (perhaps a prostitute or maybe just a flapper or possibly even his wife). Or even a mix of both. The note is hidden in the script, so you can read it, or perhaps let him tell you what it says.

Content Warnings: Post-war PTSD, gang violence and crime, manipulation and distrust.

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