“To protect and to serve.”
Unofficial police motto
“To ticket and harass.”
The Dead Pelican
“New Orleans police REALLY don’t like to be bothered. NOPD are violent, they’re dangerous, they’re amoral, they’re dishonest, they’re under-trained, they’re illiterate, they’re shitty in a hundred ways, but they are also supremely, extremely lazy.”
Anonymous

NOPD Structure

NOPD is divided into six bureaus with city-wide jurisdiction and eight localized districts.

Bureaus are overseen by deputy superintendents. They include the: Office of the Superintendent; Compliance Bureau; Field Operations Bureau; Investigation and Support Bureau; Management Services Bureau; and Public Integrity Bureau.

Districts are overseen by commanders. There are eight districts within the city.

District	Areas Covered
1st	Tremé, Mid-City
2nd	Uptown, Carrollton
3rd	Gentilly, Lakeview, Westend
4th	Algiers, English Turn
5th	7th Ward, 8th Ward, 9th Ward, Bywater, Desire
6th	Irish Channel, Central City, Garden District
7th	New Orleans East
8th	French Quarter, Central Business Dist. (CBD), Warehouse District, Marigny Triangle

There are several units within each district, including Uniform Patrol, District Investigative Unit-Property Crimes, District Investigative Unit-Person Crimes, Task Force and Quality of Life Unit.

Background Dots	Level of Influence
X	Recruit (police academy trainee)
•	Officer
••	Sergeant
•••	Lieutenant or captain
••••	Commander or deputy superintendent
•••••	Superintendent

Detective is not a singular rank in NOPD, but a special assignment open to police of officer, sergeant, and lieutenant rank.

In late 2017, NOPD will introduce the ranks of senior officer and corporal to its command structure.

NOPD Personnel

The Superintendent

Bernard Drouillard

Born: 1959
Superintendent of the New Orleans Police Department. Bernard’s style of department management largely boils down to serving as oversight on behalf of the mayor and other politicians. He’s largely content to let the deputy superintendents and district commanders run their own shows (and line their own pockets)—as long as nothing untoward comes up during the press conferences he loves to host when he’s not off golfing.

Deputy Superintendents

Mallory D. Landry

Born: 1959
Family: The Landrys
Bureau: Management Services
Deputy Superintendent of the Management Services Bureau (MSB), which provides NOPD administrative and support services, including budgetary, record-keeping, recruitment, training, and facility and fleet services. Civil appointee in the wake of corruption allegations following Hurricane Rita. Wife of Patrick Dolan. Younger sister and paternal aunt to Raymond Landry, Sr. and Jr., respectively.

Commanders

Earl “Stripes” Gettis

Division: Investigation and Support
Commander of the Criminal Investigations Division. Former Center for LSU, who still wears his 1986 and 1988 SEC championship rings and usually has at least one football analogy for every conversation, be it about police work, politics, or the price of sugar cane. Family has financial-political connections in the capital. Serves as a desk jockey who prefers to “snap the plays” to his subordinates from the safety of his office. Far smarter than he looks—which isn’t saying much.

Montgomery “Monte” Higginbotham

Born: 1946
District: 4th
Commander of the 4th District since 1989, prior to which he served as a Texas lawman, first in the Dallas PD and then as Chief of Grand Prairie PD. Outspoken advocate of community policing and policies based on empirical criminal science studies, several of which he has published. Largely ostracized by the rest of the NOPD’s top-brass, but fairly well respected by his subordinate officers, constituents, Department of Justice, related federal grant agencies, social justice advocates, and criminal science academia.

Delron Mouton

Born: 1957
Family: The Moutons
District: 8th
Commander of the 8th District, whose appointment only occurred (and persists) because Delron understands that his station and staff (and their jurisdiction over the CBD and Quarter) exist solely to keep the money rolling. Consequently, he holds three things sacrosanct: profitable property, the perceived (versus actual) safety of tourists, and the favor of politicians whose power rests on both of the latter. So long as a person—be they a mobster, con artist, or drug dealer—doesn’t threaten any of the above, Delron is amiable, laid back, and libertine. Those who cross that line, however, rarely get a chance to repeat their mistake. Cops in his district quickly learn that “justice” isn’t on job description, and those that can’t stomach Delron’s interpretation of law and order are quickly reassigned to another description (if they’re lucky). Whenever possible, Delron replaces such morally upright personnel with the physically handsome and comely, as he has learned that the good-looking often have looser morals (and tend to keep the tourists happy). Despite such predilections, Delron himself is an over the hill blimp, bloated by his frequent ‘working lunches’ at Cafe Du Monde and other culinary hot spots.

Captains

John Baron

Born: 1966
Bureau: Investigation and Support
The captain who oversees the NOPD’s Homicide Section, Baron is in charge of all homicide investigations in New Orleans. It’s a sensitive post and one that many eyes rest upon: murder statistics are some of the most important numbers to come out of the NOPD. None of Baron’s superiors want those numbers to reflect the violent city’s reality, but no one wants the stats to look obviously juked either. To top it off, morale in Homicide is abysmal and clearance rates remain low. Baron, however, has deftly managed to balance his job’s expectations. More importantly, he’s convinced his superiors that while Homicide is beset by serious problems, someone else would do a worse job than him. He consults with them regularly and has good instincts for when to keep his head down and not ask questions.
Born to poverty in Central City, Baron was involved with gangs as a youth and avoided spending time in jail through a combination of those aforesaid instincts and (though he’d be reluctant to admit it) sheer luck. He joined the NOPD after barely passing high school and steadily worked his way up the ranks. He never bothered with college, seeing it as a waste of time next to department politics.
His ability to navigate those has served him well. Although his salary is officially the same as any other captain’s with his same years of service, Baron leads a conspicuously affluent lifestyle with a suburban McMansion beyond what a man of his means should be able to afford. His appreciation for life’s finer things does not extend to cuisine: Baron is a fat man with a love for O’Tolley’s and fast food, as well as a heavy smoker and drinker. He’s good buddies with Commander Mouton of the 8th District and sometimes joins him for “working lunches” at Cafe Du Monde. He’s snubbed by Bernard Drouillard: the superintendent is a college-educated Creole from a well-to-do family and looks down upon Baron as climbed-up gutter trash. He finds the Homicide captain’s love for fast food particularly odious. Still, until a better candidate emerges, Baron’s job is secure.

Mitchell Wilson

Born: 1944
District: 1st
Retired former captain. Distant nephew to Micheal Kelly. Estranged from his granddaughter Julia Nolan.

Otis K. Wiggons

District: 1st
Racist captain and all-around hard case of District Investigative Unit-Person Crimes in the 1st district. Known for his tough reputation, obedience to his bosses, and not being afraid to get his hands dirty, he’s a solid member of the NOPD’s old boys’ club. Gained some measure of national fame following pictures of himself rescuing trapped home residents during Hurricane Katrina. Prides himself on living within his district.

Lieutenants

Curt “The Hurt” Buchowsky

Born: 1973
District: 6th
Lt. Det. and former Marine, Curt hasn’t made it to that rank within the Garden District’s precinct without knowing who butters his bread. If a rich man on friendly terms with NOPD’s brass has a dead prostitute in his living room, there’s no better man to call to make the problem go away than Lieutenant Buchowsky.

Ricky “Cash Money” Mouton

Born: 1978
Family: The Moutons
District: 8th
Plainclothes detective and thoroughly dirty cop in bed with the Black Hand and Dixie Mafia. Owns multiple VICE-related properties in the Quarter. Nephew to District Commander Delron Mouton.

Russell White

Born: 1964
District: 8th
Former captain demoted in the aftermath of the 2015 Eighth District Station shooting. His thoroughly jaded and past-all-caring world-weariness has been little improved by the related events.

Sergeants

Marco Rizaffi

Born: 1977
District: 1st
Former contact of Caroline Malveaux-Devillers. After Brian Jacobson died in her defense against Eight-Nine-Six and Caroline seemingly refused to attend his funeral (quite impossible for the vampire given its daytime scheduling), Marco ended their relationship.

Peter Lebeaux

Born: 1975
Division: Investigation and Support
Plainclothes homicide detective. Lebeaux’s one of the better investigators working for the NOPD and rarely fails to crack a case he’s assigned to.

Ronald LeClout

Born: 1980
District: 1st
Sergeant and 350-pound African-American man who serves Captain Wiggons with the slavish obedience of a dog, convinced that most of the city’s problems happen when “a man forgets his limits—and his place.” Keeps his shoes meticulously shined, and woe to any who scuffs them.

Senior Officers

Aaron “Lucky” Johnson

Born: 1953
Bureau: Public Integrity
On the surface “Lucky” seems anything but. He walks with a permanent limp, has a prematurely gray receding hairline, and is probably the most despised officer in the NOPD. He’s been shot at more than a dozen times, and a few years ago caught the bullet that left him a cripple. Whispers have swirled for years that several of those shootings were by his fellow officers. Such is the nature of being the city’s longest surviving, erm, that is serving, officer in the Public Integrity Bureau. Aaron wouldn’t have it any other way. The son of Haitian immigrants and a native of New Orleans, he grew up watching the worst of police brutality and corruption in the 80s, including the murder of his father, and never wanted to be anything but a cop, believing, perhaps naively, that he could make a difference. In truth, he’s had more success than most, and has even managed to have a couple of the more obviously corrupt members of the force thrown off it or in jail. In a city like the Big Easy however, he might as well be pissing into the wind. Rumors have swirled around him for years that he’s protected by either unnatural luck or black magic: it may well be true, his mother is a believer in hoodoo. He’s certainly survived where two of his former partners did not. Popularly known on the force, along with his new partner Ashton Hibbs, as “A&A”, as in “Watch out for Asshole One and Asshole Two.”

Ashton Hibbs

Bureau: Public Integrity
At his core, Ashton is a big, sweet, idealistic Midwest farm boy still. Driven to the South for love of God (and not the godless Northeast or West Coast), and to the city for want of jobs in Nebraska, Ashton became a police officer in search of honest work that let him raise a family. What he found was a system corrupt to its core and brutally abusive to officers not on the take, or at least unwilling to look the other way. How he made it to IA is a great mystery to many, given his brashness, but most expect that he’ll eventually go the way of his partner’s last two partners: into the ground. After all, Ashton isn’t quite “Lucky”. He is, however, a 6’6" former college tight end from Nebraska that can just about bench press a mac truck. Intensely religious, which he often bickers with his non-Christian partner about, Ashton would like nothing more than to find a nice girl to settle down with.

Brandon Eriks

Born: 1980
Family: The Eriks
District: 5th
Marine scout sniper turned NOPD SWAT sharpshooter, Brandon is one of very few living men with a confirmed kill at over one mile. When he can be grudgingly convinced to tell the story, he’ll tell you it was 1.2 miles actually, and into the sun. Twice divorced and fighting for visitation rights with his three-year-old daughter with his soon-to-be third ex-wife, he spends long hours after hours at the range, trying to forget about the troubles of his life behind the recoil of his rifle. While he came back with only moderate PTSD, his best friend and spotter shot himself in the head last year and ended up in a vegetative state. As with his fellow SWAT members, Brandon is assigned to Tactical Platoon 1, under the Special Operation Bureau, and does regular proactive patrols in the slums of the Eighth and Ninth Wards.

Drew Harrington

Division: Investigation and Support
A former marine who served in Iraq alongside Ben Chandler, Drew returned home to New Orleans after he finished his commitment with the Corps and became a cop. Recruited by Ben Chandler and paid a stipend by the Malveauxes to work for them on the side, part-time but on demand, using both his military training, combat experience, and (importantly) badge and police powers to great effect. Though the family has many more highly-placed police on the payroll, Roger Ferris has found that having a cop show up and flash a badge is particularly useful when he needs to handle simple problems. Drew was called in as a first responder by Roger when Westley Malveaux had his “accident” and helped keep him from getting arrested that night, a move which justified every penny they’ve spent on him both before and since. Family man married with three small children at home to his high school sweetheart (despite several instances of disclosed infidelity on both their parts during his time in Iraq) who sees nothing wrong with earning a bit (or more than) of money on the side, and treats the emergency calls that pull him away no differently than he did duty as a marine, though he rarely works more than five hours a week for the Malveauxes, and can often arrange to do it while he’s on patrol.

Herb LeRoche

District: 6th
Former partner, now subordinate of Lt. Det. Curt Buchowsky. As much as humanly possible, Herb keeps his head down, his nose clean, and his paperwork punctual, as he counts down the days till he can retire to Montana to fish trout, live in a log cabin, and never, ever see New Orleans again.

Richard Gettis

Born: 1962
Deceased: 2015 (age 53)
Division: Investigation and Support
Veteran, hard-nosed homicide detective shot dead by SWAT after suffering a seeming mental breakdown where he shot two teenage girls arrested by the NOPD.

Vincenzo “Vinny” Cardona

Born: 1980
Family: The Cardonas
Division: Investigation and Support
White collar crime detective and racino addict. Former jockey and bantamweight boxer. Brother of “Lucky” Luciano and son of Marcello Cardona.

Officers

Babyboy Borges

Born: 1992
Family: The Borges
One of Martin Borges’ byblows with a waitress, Babyboy’s mother was determined to raise him herself until oxygen deprivation from complications during his birth resulted in brain damage. Feeling unable to care for the developmentally disabled child, she pleaded with the Borges to take him in. In a rare act of pity, Martin’s then-wife Helen accepted; she said it was the Christian thing to do. (In truth, she didn’t see the “crack whore-named retard child” as a competitor to her own children, and thought he would be a reminder for Martin to at least use condoms.) Babyboy was raised in comfort, but despite his father’s best efforts, college was out of the question: Babyboy has a tested IQ of 79 and barely passed high school with copious help from tutors and his family name. Martin landed him a job at the NOPD, and following his own mayoral election, requested that his son be assigned to the cushy gig of his protective detail. In truth, Officer Borges is poorly suited to work as a bodyguard—he’s a big man, but suffers from poor reflexes, even worse situational awareness, and mild seizures. He’s alternately disliked and pitied by his fellow detail members, who regard “Officer Baby” as dead weight at best and an impediment to their jobs at worst. He’s frequently mocked for his name, inside the NOPD and out.

Brian Jacobson

Born: 1990
Deceased: 2015 (age 25)
Family: The Jacobsons
District: 1st
Young officer killed by drug dealers in the recent Mid-City raid. He had recently earned his associate’s degree at Delgado Community College and was hoping to make detective. As an officer who died in the line of duty, his funeral was attended by police throughout the city, and sparked an upsurge in Mid-City police violence that saw two black youths shot dead and numerous more badly beaten. Survived by his widow Kelly Jacobson, an elementary school teacher at Benjamin Franklin.

Ida “Trunk-face” DeGruy

Born: 1981
District: 8th
A meter maid and beat cop previously best known for her homely, box-like frame and face, Ida gained a minor level of esteem among her peers and the public for heroically saving several dozen lives during Hurricane Katrina. She’s a die-hard Saints fan and has a major crush on Drew Brees.

Jessica “Patty” White

Born: 1987
Deceased: 2015 (age 28)
District: 1st
Officer Jessica White has the dubious honor of being the only officer on the force that Richard Gettis regularly says more than two words to. Granted, those words are typically, “File these for me, Patty.” Having taken on the duty as a rookie officer, assuming it to be just another rite of hazing, Jessica isn’t sure how to divest herself of it and continues to dutiful handle his clerical duties even as she’s moved into a patrol officer herself. Only he knows why he chose Jessica to handle his reports (he hasn’t touched a computer in his life), and it’s unclear if he even knows her real name. Laying aside her ‘relationship’, Jessica still has that enthusiastic optimist spark most officers lose while still rookies. She genuinely believes in helping people, and her interactions with the community are more focused on solving problems than seeking collars. Deceased following a tragic suicide.

Julius St. George

Born: 1982
Family: The St. Georges
District: 5th
Massive, athletic, with skin carved out of obsidian and a shaved pallet, Julius looks like a professional athlete or a back-alley nightmare. In truth, Julius is neither, serving on the City of New Orleans SWAT Team as a breacher, having recently joined the team after a three-year stint as a beat cop in the rough Ninth Ward. Not married, but dating a fellow (white) officer on the NOPD, Julius joined the force driven by a fierce sense of right and wrong instilled by his foster mother, and though he is deeply disturbed by some of the excesses of the force, he believes he can do the most good where he is. That is to say where God placed him, because as with most of the St. Georges, Julius is a devout Catholic who manages to get most Sundays off for both church and the family’s regular Sunday meal (which he has not yet brought his girlfriend too). Not particularly well-liked on the force among many of the black officers for his lack of corruption, and by many of the white officers because he’s black (and legitimately scares many of them). Spends most of his free time working out, eating incessantly (he knows all the best spots in the city), and working with local inner city youth groups, especially for under-served black youth.

Tim “The Rat” Ratzel

District: 8th
Tim joined the police force four years ago truly desiring to be a servant of justice. Born in the mid-west and raised there until his fourteenth birthday, something about the stubborn morals of that part of the country seeped into his bones. When his father passed away and his mother moved to New Orleans to be closer to her parents the culture shock of New Orleans deeply disturbed him. Between the wildly different cuisine, the demographics, the disturbing fetishism and black magic, the casual racism, and the awful heat he’d have probably always hated the city, but nothing pissed Tim off more than the deeply imbedded culture of corruption endemic to the city. He was sixteen when he decided he was going to be a cop, and fight the corruption and the horrible crime that plagued the city. He was sorely disappointed when he entered the police academy, and even more so when he fought his way through it and actually joined the force, finding it to be arguably the most corrupt institution within the city. His first partner was heavily on the take, and when he tried to report him Tim was laughed out of the IA Office. His second partner was no better, and eventually Tim put in a request for his own car due to “incurable and severe flatulence.”
Now a veteran on the force, Tim is not well-loved by his brothers in blue, but mostly keeps to himself these days. He’s long ceased trying to report other officers and now contents himself mostly with trying to bring ‘justice’ to his own little piece of the sinful city. Even he doesn’t realize though how twisted his own methods and desires have become, for he no longer actually seeks justice within the justice system, but has instead become more and more comfortable inflicting his own increasingly vicious “justice” on criminals. His brothers in blue can only smirk as he brings in increasingly roughed up ‘perps’: sometimes it’s the slow poison that gets people, but they always go down in the end. In his personal life Tim has a long time girlfriend he’s considered proposing to several time, but his persistent infidelity with Rebecca Chaswell has dulled his willingness to make that long term commitment. An avid sports fan, he spends most weekends in sports bars, drinking away his sorrows, and typically finds his way into Chaswell’s arms by the end of those nights. He feels deeply ashamed of those liaisons, and has begun subconsciously avoiding his mother in his shame, but keeps finding his way back to her.

Civilian Personnel

NOPD also has many civilian employees including, but not limited to, dispatchers, secretaries, informants, consulting detectives, forensics lab technicians, other support personnel, and retired officers.

Chris Pena

District: 1st
Former Sgt. who has served on the force since the 70’s. Now semi-retired, he works at the Mid-City precinct as a desk jockey. Half-jokes, half-grumbles that he’ll be dead by the time he saves up enough to fully retire.

Gertrude “Trudy” Lavergne

Division: Investigation and Support
Chief secretary of the Criminal Investigations Division, who works directly under Commander Gettis. Twice-widowed, the 63-old woman’s last husband was a local grocer who died peacefully in his sleep two years ago, while her first husband, David “Chief” Lavergne, was the police commander of the Ninth District whose “suicide” was suspicious at best. Trudy types like lightning, and could drink the entire NOPD under the table.

Reginald “Sergeant Socks” Cochrane

District: 8th
Formerly a beat cop who worked the Quarter. A Vietnam veteran, Reggie gained his mildly pejorative nickname amongst his fellow officers due to his frequent war stories about how he was field-promoted to sergeant because he took care of his socks while the rest of the platoon neglected their footwear and got gangrene and worse. Ironically, Reggie never made sergeant in the NOPD, in part because he did sloppy work due to routinely pulling in extra shifts to pay for his alimony checks to his ex-wife. Despite such financial duress, Reggie never went on a pad and prided himself for being a clean cop in a terribly dirty city. He eventually retired, alone but with a decent pension in the late 90s, and a dream of building a sock manufacturing company that would specifically cater to those who worked on their feet like nurses, hairdressers, retail workers, and of course beat cops. However, Reggie’s dreams and bank account were crushed when he attended a NOPD reunion party and found his ex-wife on the arm of an infamously racist, sexist retired police captain under whom he had served. When his erstwhile superior bragged about how he had been having an affair with Reggie’s wife for nearly three decades, Reggie snapped–and nearly snapped the retired captain’s neck in front of all his peers. In retaliation, the retired captain forced Reggie to agree to lose his pension to avoid being arrested and charged. Soon thereafter, Reggie lost his home, and had to move into a shabby apartment on Rampart Street, where he spends his time watching old ’Nam movies and blaxploitation films, challenging pedestrians to a game of checkers (and usually losing), and washing his hand-made socks in his constantly running, mold-thwarting dehumidifier.

William “Billy Baker” Boulanjè

Born: 1975
Insomniac police dispatcher who works the night shift. Fronts and plays the drums in a local jazz band, Billy Baker and the Pulse.

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