Name: Icarai Quinn Hawthorne
Date of Birth: 09-12-2036
Physical Description: Icarai is a tall, slender man. His hair is jet black, combed and parted neatly to the right--and the sides are buzzed. He has piercing blue eyes, which exude intelligence. The face of the man is clean-shaven and a pine-scented cologne is usually lingering about him. A golden necklace dangles from his neck, resting upon his tanned skin, which is revealed with an unbuttoned long-sleeve white dress shirt. Said dress shirt is tucked neatly underneath black dress slacks and black dress belt.
Pearly whites gleam when Icarai smiles, which he nearly always does. His canines are sharp, and often are intimidating. Crow's feet stretch from the corner of his piercing eyes. His cheek bones are high and set upon an angular jawline. Beneath his clothing, he is adorned with various tattoos. "Redemption" is displayed beneath his collar bone, on his taut pectorals. On the right shoulder, down the length of his bicep and tricep, stopping at the elbow, is a half-sleeve depicting a battle between angels and demons. A crescent moon over a dark forest is artistically placed on his left bicep. "LIVE" is inked across his right knuckles; it is the only visible tattoo besides: "Redemption"-- if the shirt is unbuttoned further.
Profession: Gambler, convict, gangster, thug, goon, thief.
Background: Born September 12th, 2036, Icarai was raised in the suburbs of Detroit, MI, where he often found himself in trouble with the law and street gangs. He was a skilled pickpocket and often was clobbered when caught; which trained him to not get caught. At the age of 10 he moved to Las Vegas, NV to live with his uncle Sully, after his widowed mother overdosed on prescription drugs. Uncle Sully was a notorious pool shark, gambler, hustler, playboy, and whatever else put a bad taste in your mouth, THAT was Sully. He also became a quick mentor to Icarai, whom adapted the Las Vegas live style rather quickly.
In 2050, a world-wide energy crisis had stricken the planet--but the neons were kept lit in Vegas. Murder, prostitution, and illegal gambling were at an all-time high. Icarai was 14 years of age when he killed his first man. A game of pool had turned for the worst in a hole-in-the-wall bar on the south end of town, resulting in uncle Sully's brains being beat from his head by a group of three Italian thugs. Sully managed to hold his own with the men, knocking one out cold and fending the other two off with a pool stick, until they finally pounced and overpowered him, a portly man whom obviously enjoyed his pasta too much brought his size twelve down several times on Sully's temple. Icarai, infuriated, charged the two men whom had their back unguarded. A pool stick was snapped on the back of the second man's head, laying him low next to the corpse of Sully. The portly man howled in agony as a shard of the pool stick penetrated his right side, sinking deep and puncturing his liver. He bled to death rather quickly. Icarai tore a golden chain from Sully's neck whilst looking away at his uncle's horrid expression.
Icarai then fled the bar through a cob-webbed corridor behind the DJ stand, and onto the back streets of Vegas. A mob of patrons attempted to pursue him, but were quickly distanced by the swift teen. The teen then visited uncle Sully's apartment, quickly packing his things and a few of Sully's as well, (including some cigarettes.) He bolted then, quick as his legs would allow, a classical CCR song blasting in his mind as fear and adrenaline (and perhaps unseen forces) carried him into the desert..
(I thoroughly enjoy revealing my character's history, but I enjoy doing so as I post, giving bits and pieces as I go to further acquaint the reader with the individual.)
Personality: Icarai is a calm and collected individual. He enjoys smoking a cigarette and is always seen with one dangling from his lips. An aura of professionalism and experience radiates from his tall, slender form. Grinning always, Icarai is in fact a menacing man. Evil personified. A betrayer, Icarai gambles with emotions much like his profession, gloating over woe and misfortune. He is a business man however, and always has a deal to strike, typically to only sate his lust for greed and power. He is an interloper, and perhaps not a man at all?
SPECIAL:
Strength 3
Perception 4
Endurance 4
Charisma 7
Intellligence 7
Agility 5
Luck 10
Date of Birth: 09-12-2036
Physical Description: Icarai is a tall, slender man. His hair is jet black, combed and parted neatly to the right--and the sides are buzzed. He has piercing blue eyes, which exude intelligence. The face of the man is clean-shaven and a pine-scented cologne is usually lingering about him. A golden necklace dangles from his neck, resting upon his tanned skin, which is revealed with an unbuttoned long-sleeve white dress shirt. Said dress shirt is tucked neatly underneath black dress slacks and black dress belt.
Pearly whites gleam when Icarai smiles, which he nearly always does. His canines are sharp, and often are intimidating. Crow's feet stretch from the corner of his piercing eyes. His cheek bones are high and set upon an angular jawline. Beneath his clothing, he is adorned with various tattoos. "Redemption" is displayed beneath his collar bone, on his taut pectorals. On the right shoulder, down the length of his bicep and tricep, stopping at the elbow, is a half-sleeve depicting a battle between angels and demons. A crescent moon over a dark forest is artistically placed on his left bicep. "LIVE" is inked across his right knuckles; it is the only visible tattoo besides: "Redemption"-- if the shirt is unbuttoned further.
Profession: Gambler, convict, gangster, thug, goon, thief.
Background: Born September 12th, 2036, Icarai was raised in the suburbs of Detroit, MI, where he often found himself in trouble with the law and street gangs. He was a skilled pickpocket and often was clobbered when caught; which trained him to not get caught. At the age of 10 he moved to Las Vegas, NV to live with his uncle Sully, after his widowed mother overdosed on prescription drugs. Uncle Sully was a notorious pool shark, gambler, hustler, playboy, and whatever else put a bad taste in your mouth, THAT was Sully. He also became a quick mentor to Icarai, whom adapted the Las Vegas live style rather quickly.
In 2050, a world-wide energy crisis had stricken the planet--but the neons were kept lit in Vegas. Murder, prostitution, and illegal gambling were at an all-time high. Icarai was 14 years of age when he killed his first man. A game of pool had turned for the worst in a hole-in-the-wall bar on the south end of town, resulting in uncle Sully's brains being beat from his head by a group of three Italian thugs. Sully managed to hold his own with the men, knocking one out cold and fending the other two off with a pool stick, until they finally pounced and overpowered him, a portly man whom obviously enjoyed his pasta too much brought his size twelve down several times on Sully's temple. Icarai, infuriated, charged the two men whom had their back unguarded. A pool stick was snapped on the back of the second man's head, laying him low next to the corpse of Sully. The portly man howled in agony as a shard of the pool stick penetrated his right side, sinking deep and puncturing his liver. He bled to death rather quickly. Icarai tore a golden chain from Sully's neck whilst looking away at his uncle's horrid expression.
Icarai then fled the bar through a cob-webbed corridor behind the DJ stand, and onto the back streets of Vegas. A mob of patrons attempted to pursue him, but were quickly distanced by the swift teen. The teen then visited uncle Sully's apartment, quickly packing his things and a few of Sully's as well, (including some cigarettes.) He bolted then, quick as his legs would allow, a classical CCR song blasting in his mind as fear and adrenaline (and perhaps unseen forces) carried him into the desert..
(I thoroughly enjoy revealing my character's history, but I enjoy doing so as I post, giving bits and pieces as I go to further acquaint the reader with the individual.)
Personality: Icarai is a calm and collected individual. He enjoys smoking a cigarette and is always seen with one dangling from his lips. An aura of professionalism and experience radiates from his tall, slender form. Grinning always, Icarai is in fact a menacing man. Evil personified. A betrayer, Icarai gambles with emotions much like his profession, gloating over woe and misfortune. He is a business man however, and always has a deal to strike, typically to only sate his lust for greed and power. He is an interloper, and perhaps not a man at all?
SPECIAL:
Strength 3
Perception 4
Endurance 4
Charisma 7
Intellligence 7
Agility 5
Luck 10
