Alex Wen or 'Lex' | Female | 21



She stands at 5"5, with a slim, yet slightly wiry frame. She was close to just skin and bones, but her unique bone structure allowed for decent curves, giving her a little substance to work with.

Alex had lived an uneventful life so far, with only a decent childhood to be thankful for. After being born into a middle-class family as the first and last child, she never experienced having to wait or earn anything by herself. Everything was given to her without a second thought, even when she did terrible at school and treated both her friends and family like shit. The girl was ungrateful, bratty and utterly spiteful. As the years flew by without much to recount, she'd finally stepped into the world of adulthood- unprepared and oblivious to the rapid changes around her. She'd graduated a community college with a degree in art and advertising. They were easy to achieve, but then again, that really spoke for her entire life.

Being brought up the way she was, Alex expected her parents to wait on her still, eager to serve at her beck and call. To her surprise, the very same people who allowed the toxicity in Alex to flourish had realized their mistake the moment she started demanding more from them. A rather long time ago, if you will. They knew something was wrong, but they never had the heart to decide for their baby girl otherwise, even though that was their job. They messed up, and they knew it. So that's why when she arrived home during the wee hours of the night, she found the house she shared with her parents empty, with the exception of a tiny slip of paper and a couple of her suitcases.

'We terminated this place's contract. Leave by morning.'
Help yourself.

Signed, your loving cash cows mom and dad

Behind the note was an address to a dingy rented apartment, one that her parents paid for her beforehand. The idea was solid: let Alex have her fun, and once the time was right, have her settle her life by herself in a stinky old shoe-box, with nothing but the bare necessities and a couple twenty-dollar bills. Although, she never knew when they'd ever come back. Alex half-expected for the whole thing to be a prank, or a wake-up call. Hell, even an intervention could've worked. Needless to say, Alex had a hard time readjusting herself to life's cruel ways- and by that, I mean getting a job and sustaining it. It wasn't long before she realized how highly dependent she was, but she was also hard-headed. As if two-and-two didn't go together well enough. Although she knew it, she didn't accept it.

Lex managed to scrape up a few hundreds by applying for a job she came across on craigslist. It was rather foolproof, despite the blinding amount of hate she got for doing it. At some point, the countless insults and criticism got to her, as it was something she was never fully accustomed to. Usually, she was on the other end of the stick. The hate finally drove her to the point of mild depression.

The young woman now spends her days wasting away on the couch, lazily browsing through TV channels on her shoddy DLP television. At this point, she'd tried almost every form of escapism there is- from writing, to playing around with hookahs and LSD stamps. One-night stands were not uncommon for the woman, either. Especially on those late, late nights when the haters retired to bed. Those were the rare times they left Alex alone to do whatever she wanted. There were no bounds for Lex, even though her actual world usually had her confined within the safety of her flat. The drugs took her to a world further than her own - to a reality where she maybe hadn't taken a turn for the worst. Or been a giant bitch.

Due to her upbringing, Alex has this 'get-what-I-want-when-I-want' attitude, and she makes this clearly obvious by demanding for something after asking for it nicely. The girl tends to spout venom every now and then, at anyone and everyone who gets in her way. In order to get what she wants, she does anything she deems necessary; such as pretend to be a friend or offer help, which she quickly retracts once the situation calls for it. Lex is manipulative, pragmatic and has a quick temper to match. Although she is far from kind, she does have the ability to hold people close to her non-existent heart - although it is rather rare, considering even her parents haven't ever crossed that threshold with her. Ever.

>Alex can read and write pretty damn fast.
>She can articulate a clump of ideas in her head, allowing her fast reaction times.

Vincent "Vint" McCormick | Male | 27


(As Vint would say)

If a life was be to be a grand irony, Vint's would be it. The 5'6," wiry man started in a place he would very like much to forget: an union farm in the state of Georgia. The dreary existence was what his father lived through, and his father, and his father's father before him; Vint was doomed to a similar fate. On this farm, hours away from any real civilization, Vint's only real entertainment was provided by the four station cable TV. That, and the amount of marijuana that was grown and distributed to local farmers in the general vicinity. The drug itself almost became a contest between specific farmers, each wanting to create their own brand that would be coveted by rival farmers.

Vint, however, dreamt of more. The TV's shows of higher life and "more than farm life" caused him to dream about going to the big city, making millions, and being famous; which, of course, was mocked by his family, particularly his father. Eventually, at the age of 21, Vint had pushed to his limit. Tired of being told what he was going to be for the rest of his life and being under the abuse of his father's fist/mouth, an explosive fight broke between him and his father, which ended him driving away from home, a shotgun's barrel blasting away at his truck. Vint then pursued his dream in the city of Miami, vowing that he would become more than his father ever would be.

However, dreams don't always come true.

Vint quickly found out how hard it can be for a country boy in the big city. Rejected most jobs and eventually finding himself homeless, Vint turned to the only thing he knew he could do - drugs. Finding himself in the criminal underworld, the farmer boy pushed weed, eventually rising to drugs such as crack and meth. Then, an opportunity presented itself: a meth cook needed an assistant. While slow at first, Vint eventually learned how to cook meth, and cook it well over the course of three years.

He cooked and cooked until realizing a more profitable business: pimping. The cook found it easier than pushing, for his father's fists had taught him well in the art of extortion and punishment. Three years later, and the farm boy had become a iron fisted pimp, gaining a mini fortune through drugs and flesh (or at least compared to his father and this all that mattered).

Personality

Vint could have been called a sweet farmer boy at one point. However, due to his harsh upbringing and enrollment in School of Hard Knocks, he is a hard man. Border lining on down right cruel at most times, he is cunning, ruthless, cutting, short tempered, abrasive, sarcastic and violent. Not knowing the meaning of quiet, he has honestly become his father's son (though he refuses to admit it to himself): basically, a loud mouthed, thick headed asshole. To Vint, he owes nothing to the world, nothing can stop him from taking what he wants - after all, it's a dog eats dog world.

Skills
Due his rather interesting background and colorful experiences in life, Vint has an odd plethora of skills:

Growing: Whether it's plants/animals, Vint has a pretty solid grasp on how to do it (more plants than animals, but still)
Small engine repair: Due to the amount of tractor/truck repair that would be required, he is actually quite knowledgeable in this area
Hunting/Fishing: Since it was a favorite pastime of his father's (and many other farmers in the area), tracking, skinning pelts, rigging a line/net, etc. comes naturally
Basic Firearms: Goes hand-in-hand with hunting; knows how to clean/disassemble rifles/shotguns/some smaller firearms
Jury Rigg'n: Because sometimes, you had to make due with what you had... or because country hick ingenuity insisted that this was the only way
Awful Handy: Truth be told, it needs fix'n, he can do it for you
Wrassle'n: 'Cause having brothers does this to you
Improvised Fighting: Sometimes, all you have is a couple nails, duct tape, and a glass bottle; time to make use of it!
Drug Tolerance: Spending all that time smoking pot will do that to you
Drug Assembling; Marijuana: Being around it and selling it all the time, you'd pick up on it too
Drug Assembling; Methane: Taught by the best in Miami (or so Vint claims), basic chemistry is a talent]
Quick Hands: Gotta be quick if you don't want cops seeing you push drugs
Tough as Dirt: Being beaten by your father and then expected to get up to do the chores right after will do that to you
Farm Hands: Lifting, pushing, hoeing - all of that will make you rather strong and fit!

Weaknesses
(Felt this was necessary, due to the amount of skills he does have)

Lack of Education: Didn't have time for school after the 9th grade.
Just Mulish: Sometimes, that country stubbornness just won't budge. Ever.
Country Anger: "Yew said what 'bout mah ma?!"
Puff'n: Smoking, whether it's cigerettes, cigars, or weed, is great! And terrible for the lungs.
Oh, those kiddos: Despite being a hardened criminal, Vent can't do anything bad to kids. "It jus' ain't raight!"