Welcome to the Gang
You've past initiation, sworn yourself in, demonstrated your abilities. What next? We live. Where? On the streets of Chicago of course. We've set up headquarters in an abandoned hotel. We scrounge and steal food. Each of us is good with tools, and with our hands. We're all smart. All of us specialize in
something. Hand to hand combat, bartering, theft, using blunt objects, fixing things, and making something good to eat out of nothing. We live together, we fight together. The only way out is death. So do you really want in? Better make a quick decision.
Who is Who?
The Fighter (Me)
The Fighter is the leader of the gang. She's the one who started it. She's good at all these things but doesn't have enough time on her hands for all of it. IT's best you don't cross her, because she's never lost a fight, nor has she ever backed down. She's blood thirsty.
The Barterer (@violentviolet)
She is convincing. The moment a word comes out of her mouth you instantly want to believe it. She is able to get supplies for little to nothing in return. She's just that good with words. She lies and lies some more.
The Thief (@nataloser)
She's small and fast. Been stealing since she was just a little tike. She can pick pocket, disengage alarm systems, and pick locks. She's our ticket to supplies, and we need her.
The Bouncer (@Mr Irony)
He's big and tough with exellent hearing and eyes like a hawk. He keeps the gang safe, and mainly uses pipes and crowbars, as well as his own two hands. He's a good man to have on your side.
The Mechanic (@RawrEspada4)
He's good with tools. He can fix anything, and build anything. He's the one who got us free electricity and plumming in the hotel. If something's broke, he can fix it. He's always tinkering with bits and pieces of things, and always has a tool belt.
The Cook (@Rae Zer)
He can make something good to eat from scraps in the trash. Whatever he makes tastes good. He can tell if food is poisoned, or rotten just by looking at it, and you can always tell when he's in the kitchen. He's the reason our bellies remain full.
