Among God's and Men: The Ambrosia Case
Neiroe for Vincent Ramirez/P.I. in New Babylon
Vincent Ramirez
Occupation: Private Investigator
Age: 34
Race: Human (with a mysterious divine presence)
Former: NBPD Detective
Physical Description:
Vincent is tall, lean, and perpetually shadowed by a three-day stubble and a heavy trench coat that’s seen better decades. His dark hair is always a little unkempt, his hazel eyes sharp but weary—like someone who’s memorized every kind of regret. A faint scar runs just beneath his right eye, a silent story from his days on the force. He walks like a man with too much weight in his pockets and even more in his past. Always armed, always watching.
Personality:
Cynical but grounded, Vincent lives by his instincts and a code most would call outdated. He’s not quick to trust, slow to forgive, and even slower to forget. While his humor is dry and coated in sarcasm, it masks a sharp intellect and a fierce sense of justice. He’s haunted by choices he won’t talk about, and by something else—something divine he doesn’t understand and refuses to explain. To those who know him, he’s the last man standing in a city that forgot how to stand for anything.
- male adult
- all american accents
1. (Dry sarcasm, deadpan): "You want the truth, or the version that doesn’t get me killed?" 2. (Commanding, in control): "Drop the weapon. I’m not asking twice." 3. (Tired but sharp): "I've seen gods bleed and men beg. You're not special." 4. (To a suspect, quietly intense): "You’ve got ten seconds to convince me you’re not lying. Nine." 5. (Reflective, grim): "This city’s built on secrets and blood. And I’ve got both on my shoes." 6. (To Lyla, half amused): "You ask too many questions. I like that. It’s gonna get you killed." 7. (To himself, low and brooding): "Can’t outrun the past when it walks beside you." 8. (Mocking a threat): "If I had a coin for every god that tried to scare me... I’d still be broke, but amused." 9. (Low, dark warning): "Touch her again, and I’ll show you what a mortal with nothing left can do." 10. (Flat, to a deity): "You're divine. I’m disposable. Let’s see who bleeds first."
VINCENT RAMIREZ (Low, introspective, slightly buzzed): "You ever stop to think about how loud silence can be? 'Cause I do. Every damn night. Yeah… I took 'em down. Centaur and a minotaur. Big guys. Strong. Dumb as temple bricks. One was pissed I arrested his brother; the other just wanted to make a name. Came at me together—like I was some kind of mortal warm-up. I waited. Let the thunder hit the ground first—those hooves, that charge. Then I pulled it—my .357. Not just any gun. It’s divine. Last gift from Vulcan before he vanished. Thing don’t need to aim. It listens. I fired once. Just once. Not at them. Into the air. The pressure cracked the sky open. When the dust settled… they weren’t dead. Just lying there. Breathing. Shaken. I didn’t want to kill ‘em. Hell… part of me wanted them to get up, try again, maybe walk away smarter. But they didn’t. They just… laid there. And me? I just holstered the piece, finished my cigarette, and kept walking. Thing is… it ain’t the power that gets to you. It’s knowing how close you are to using it wrong."
