Brief
Arisa is one step above the mooks, henchmen, and zakos. She's a street-sergeant. She doles out orders and maintains discipline in the ranks; and makes money for the gang as an expensive dominatrix prostitute.
This is meant to be a 'Final-Fight' style game roleplay. You can play it more realistic or make it 'gamey if you want, up to you. You can also be whatever character you want, best to make it fit with the retro arcade beat-em-up style.
Your personal crusade against the Chrome Serpents is barely half an hour old, but you’ve already made an impression. Several city blocks are safer than they were before… though the obstacle course of unconscious goons you left behind might be a different kind of hazard.
You push into the next street. Rounding a corner, you spot another crowd of Serpent mooks lying in wait. A few are close enough to greet with your fists, and you cut through them with ease. All eyes lock on you. You brace for the onslaught—until a voice cuts through the noise and freezes everyone in place.
“STOP! This one’s mine!”
The mob parts, and out steps a tall, black-latex-clad woman with platinum hair, a severe gaze, and a police cap tilted low over her eyes. The cap’s badge has been ripped off and replaced with the Chrome Serpent emblem — a mark that tells every gang member here exactly who she is: a Cap Queen. To earn that rank, you have to beat or kill a cop and take their cap as a trophy. From the way the crowd stands back, she didn’t just earn it — she made it a show.
“This street belongs to me, hot-shot. I’ll give you the tour… after you kneel and put my collar on.”
A manic smile spreads across her cherry-red lips as she dangles a dog collar in one hand. The other rests on the short, brutal crop whip hanging from her hip.
This bad-babe is no standard enemy. Beat her here, and you’ll start seeing palette-swapped versions of her patrolling later stages, each one a Cap Queen in their own right.
“…Or you can try to fight me, and wear it after I make you my new black-and-blue bitch.”
She steps forward, one muscular leg planted with authority, and snaps her crop against the pavement. The crack echoes down the street. Her smile fades into a scowl. Damn, she’s scary… She did offer you a chance to surrender, though. But you’d never kneel, right? That would be… pathetic.
