Name - Quinn Gyles

Nickname - None

Age - 27

Physical Description

-For a member of an organized crime syndicate, Quinn is not a very imposing individual. He stands six-foot-one with a medium build placing him at or around 185 lbs. His face is smooth and youthful formed of a slight circular shape ending in a rather strong looking chin. Semi-large brown eyes and a slender nose add to the teenage visage despite a well groomed goatee and mustache; these features earned Quinn the nickname "babyface" before he firmly laid that much hated moniker to rest. The rest of his body is fairly average especially in the suits he wears which make him look more slender than he actually is. A black tribal tattoo adorns the right half of his back and stands out nicely against his caramel complexion. His hair is always kept cut extremely short and lined accurately while a lone earring sits in his left ear.

Quinn takes pride in his appearance in regards to the clothes he wears so he is almost always wearing a suit or formal dress wear of some kind.

Syndicate Class - Enforcement

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FrozenEcstasy - Dallas Robertson/Donna Belle Francis

Name: Alexandria Mason

Nickname: Lex

Age: 26

Physical Description:

Lex stands about 5’ 8” and weighs around 130 lbs. She has an athletic build and stays fit with consistent exercise. She wears neutral makeup and prefers comfortable but sophisticated clothing. Her skin is naturally tan, showing off her mixed heritage. She has a light dusting of freckles and naturally wavy hair.



Syndicate Class: In-house physician

Nickname - Vee

Age - 29

Physical Description - Vee stands at 5'11" and clocks in at around 143 lbs. She is extremely slender, but toned, and her legs go on for days, though are rarely seen by the general public. Her complexion is clear and is slightly tan with yellow undertones. She has a strong jawline, but her facial features are feminine enough to excuse it. Her black hair reaches the middle of her back, and is often loose and textured, or else tied up in a tight ponytail. Her almond-shaped eyes are a chocolate brown, and are usually simply outlined with winged eyeliner and mascara. There are a few light freckles on the tip of her nose. She would never be caught out of her private space in sweats, but she dresses minimally; no flashy accessories or colors, save for the occasional dark lip.

Syndicate Class - Eraser

Name: Arina Lécuyer

Nickname:

Age: 23

Physical Description: Arina stands at 5'4 with ice blue eyes and a porcelain pale complexion. Her auburn hair falls in soft curls to her mid back and her frame is seemingly small and frail - however, she's known to be able to hold her own, despite her lack of visible muscle. Arina isn't the most modest of people and her clothing choice tends to portray that aspect of her personality. She has an irrational hate for pants, so she's normally seen wearing a short dress of some description. She takes pride in her appearance, and is very self absorbed; she'll spend three hours doing her hair if she has to. Not even a strand of hair can be out of place.



Syndicate Class: Public Relations

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Name: Christopher Lécuyer

Nickname: Chris

Age: 26

Appearance: Christopher towers over his sister at 6'5 - his lean, athletic frame compliments his height well. With the Lécuyer signature ice blue eyes and a strong jawline, he stands stoic and proud. Often found in a suit, with a lack of jacket, his formal attire is messed by his rolled sleeves and slack tie. His messy raven hair frames his face at a reasonable length, making him look more rugged than he claims to be.



Syndicate Class: Public Relations

Name: Dallas Robertson/ Donna Belle Francis

Nickname: Called Tex and Queenie by certain people considered "over" him in the pecking order, and certain undelrings.

Age: 28

Physical Description:

Dallas is a rather imposing man, not by stature but by the resting bitch face he seems to carry around. On first glance he's not that special, around 6', white, average build that's neither too muscular nor too fat, but not exactly thin, with a rather soft and delicate sort of appearance. He keeps his hair rather stylish in what's known as a "quiff" that is the only whimsical thing about him. Staying around him for awhile tends to showcase the rather apathetic fuck-all body language that consistently positions his body in fairly aggressive statures, his face never shows reservation and some would stay can stare through your soul. Dallas typically dresses in all black and grey, with the ocasionally cliche splash of red, which tends to contrast from his somewhat pale skin.

Donna Belle, on the otherhand, is a stark contrast to Dallas when he's out of drag. Donna is tall, graceful, has an air of peacefulness to her expressions but with a dash of forboding. Due to Donna being Dallas' alternate, night life persona, and not a concrete person herself, her appearance is consistently changing from day to day and night to night, only noticeable by her signature curls and silver-toned lipstick, though if that's not noticeable enough for you it's hard to mistake her powerful, raspy voice reminiscent of the 1920s.

Syndicate Class: Prostitution Manager (One of the most successful recruiters in the area, owns his own bar under the stage name of Donna Belle Francis)

Bonus! Theme: I Never Told You What I Do For a Living - My Chemical Romance

Name: Alexander Arielli

Nickname: Mother Superior, Mother Warhead

Age: 35

Physical Description: Well-groomed, tick. Elaborate hand gestures, tick. Notable usage of eye makeup, tick. Basically, Mother Warhead comes up on most people's gaydars. He doesn't flamboyantly draw attention to himself, but it is hard not to notice that there is a certain conceited effeminacy in the way he presents himself. This is counter-acted somewhat by the fact that Mother is huge. We're not talking freakish giant territory, but, standing at 6"4 and with broad shoulders, there's a lot of Mother to contend with, especially given that the man is clearly a healthy specimen and physically fit, if not quite altogether 'stacked'.

Predictably, Mother has a full-on hipster moustache; the kind that makes a certain statement in archive photographs and a different statement on a high-street. His face structure, meanwhile, is stereotypically masculine, with a strong jawline and thick eyebrows; his dark hair is cut short, parted, and tousled artfully.

Syndicate Class: Security

Name
Kathryn Winters

Nicknames
Kat
Kathy
Iron Maiden
K

Physical Description
Kathy has sleek trimmed hair, a military cut, short lengthed to prevent pursuers from getting a grip on her from behind. Yoga, combat training, martial arts, and daily cardio has earned her a mobile build. She is as quick on her feet as she is reflexive with her hands and eyes. Short statured, Kat can easily find concealment in a place of danger.

Hair: A parted bob cut, Darkly Shaded
Height: 5"4
Weight: 127 lbs
Eye color: Hazel
Face: oval shape
Body: small frame (x-shape), slender



Syndicate Class [Weapons Smuggling Management]
A former military weapons specialist, the sharpshooter, Kathryn Winters now works undercover as a waitress at what seems a local diner as the syndicate's gun supply and smuggling expert. During her time in the service she earned a countless amount of ribbons awarding her acts of valor on the battlefield. No femme fatale nor fast fingered rifleman has bested her skill as an expert quickdraw trigger pulling bullet plugger, bloody holes tear right into the opposition. With a flash like whip-snap of her wrist from her waist to who stands as a block before her, her pistol barrel extends smoking as rounds punch bloody holes into the antagonists of the syndicate faction.

Name: Alfred Zorkybski

Nickname: Parlay amongst the proletariat

Age: 50

Description:
Before donning his routine, but archaic, crumpled clothes, equipped with suspenders, pocket square and fedora, Alfred never misses his 6 AM shave. He’s shorter than average and his greasy mid-brown hair’s starting to turn silver, though he gardens the tendrils close to his freckled scalp, cropped to hide a growing bald patch. The deep trenches on his face usually etch out a grin edged with seismic desperation, and his teeth, when he lets the world take a gander, are ugly, yellowed tombstones jutting out of his tarred gums. He smokes cheap cigars, more because the hume irks people off their game. Caked in his Jewish face and ringed with dark bags, his blue eyes occasionally sparkle with surprising intensity and wit.

Syndicate Class - Financial Management
Losing is not only statistical, but predictable; Alfred, as a Syndicate accountant, wagers on this entropic certainty. He lurks frequently between the roulette wheel, the craps table, and the to-and-fros of Texas Hold-em in Regalia's only comprehensive casino, the Xerxes, observing, calculating and ultimately banking on the rationality of the typical gambler. His job, simply, is to make sure the House always wins, while pleasing the masses.

Name - Jonathan Bellini

Nickname - Jon

Age - 40

Physical Description - Shaved head, well-groomed stubble, all dressed up in a smart suit, and a positive aura. Jon is the living, breathing definition of “people on our side”, with a never ending smile plastered on his face. Most compare him to a politician or president, and he’s pretty much the equivalent of just that. Though, others say that he might’ve been better as an offensive role - he has a muscular, mesomorphic build, and a height of 6’1”.

Syndicate Class - Legal Business Management

The Twins

Name: Olivia White

Nickname: Liv

Age: 25

Physical Description:


Olivia could be considered fairly small at 5’5” and 130 pounds. Certainly not the type one would expect from an enforcer, she’s not particularly strong in hand to hand combat, however she’s not to be underestimated with a gun. She’s often lost in the crowd due to her quiet personality and fairly subdued clothing. She normally wears her thick trench coat with optional kevlar inserts for the back and front portions of the jacket, paired with flat bottom riding boots for a civilian look and practical application. Underneath her jacket she conceals an FNP-45 semi automatic pistol in a shoulder holster, along with a combat knife sheathed on her hip, just above the end of her jacket. Clothing wise, she can usually be seen in a worn set of jeans and some form of long sleeved shirt.

At first glance one would notice her particularly piercing green eyes made even more evident with a light outline of black eyeliner. Her light brown hair is always done up in some way, normally in a high ponytail or tight bun for practicality.

Syndicate Class: Enforcer, though most people think she’s more of a hitman as she has the tendency to detain and torture her “targets”.

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Name: Oliver White

Nickname: N/A

Age: 30

Physical Description:


Oliver is someone you could describe as witty, that or a glorified smartass. He’s got a solid build, standing at around 6 feet and weighing 200 pounds. His brown eyes are neither welcoming or aggressive and often make people slightly uncomfortable; very few people can read him. His outfit is as predictable as the days of the week in the sense that he never deviates from his custom fit suits, which much like his sister’s, are lined with Kevlar. On the other hand, underneath his suit he carries a 1911 .45 ACP and a silencer paired with it. His shoes are nothing special, just standard black dress shoes laced with wire reinforced laces for any sticky situations he gets into.

His face is chiseled and covered in a light stubble with matching mustache and he often has a quirky little smile plastered on his face.

Syndicate Class Weapons Smuggling Management

Name:
Devi Rana

Nickname:
Yet to be earned -- though the casual racist and sexual harassment of the Syndicate's lower-tier employees has given her plenty already.

Age:
26

Physical Description:
Devi was born in Nagpur, India, and educated at Cambridge, absorbing a pronounced British accent in the process. Her heritage is unambiguous, giving her vivid hazel eyes brought out by a little too much eyeliner, angular features, coffee-colored skin and long, straight black hair. She dresses smartly and professionally, having spent much of her advance on the services of Regalia's more fashionable tailors. Pencil skirts and sharp suit jackets, chic leather waistcoats and designer heels so basic and unremarkable that they must have cost a fortune. She always seems to have a slim, white, current-model tablet at hand, the ledgers ready to be consulted or redacted at a moment's notice.

Syndicate Class: Financial
A somewhat recent acquisition to the Regalia branch, brought on board after her predecessor suffered a tragic accident involving a Swiss bank account and an eleventh-floor window, Devi's role is that of a traditional corporate accountant -- but with the responsibility of balancing two sets of books instead of one. There are the books... and then there are the books. The black books, dripping with blood money, that people would kill for. The accountant's equivalent of the fucking Necronomicon. Every figure in those books, every transaction, expense and liquidation, is entered using a personal cipher; a cryptographic shorthand understood only by Rana herself, as natural to her as a second language, and which on close inspection would seem to require a terrifyingly dense decryption key. This quirk makes her both a highly valuable asset and a twenty-four hour security case. Her fashionable apartment is riddled with bugs. There is always a car parked outside. She is never not followed. She has no idea.

Name: Warawasa Mamushi
Nickname: Habs
Age: 21

Physical Description:
Mamushi would look more punk if he could muster the effort of a high-maintenance hair-style.

In many ways the prototypical hacker, Mamushi is a bit short and the kind of skinny that screams 'eat a damn sandwich'. With jet black hair worn shaggy to his shoulders and anywhere between one to five days of facial pubes on his jaw, it's apparent from moment one that he couldn't give less of a shit about what he looks like. In perhaps surprising contrast, underneath the massive black hoodies and sweat pants he wears one might be surprised by the artwork he's had scrawled onto his thin frame. A tattoo and body-mod enthusiast, he sports a number of visible piercings on his face and tattoos in the weirdest places--the inside of his lips, the backs of his ears. In between his finger. Rumors have it that his whole damn scalp is covered, though nobody's managed to shave him to find out.

His affect at the best of times is flat but for his wide, thin lips, which are alarmingly expressive considering how little he moves the rest of his face.

Syndicate Class: Security/Eraser (Digital)

Warawasa Mamushi is a special kind of idiot that shows up every once and a blue moon. The kind of idiot with a list of prescriptions longer than most people's groceries and an IQ higher than most people think IQs can go. The kind of idiot who was scouted by MIT when he was fourteen and quit on day one when his teacher wouldn't let him smoke in class. The kind of idiot who made the last surveillance expert the Syndicate in Regalia had look like a fucking joke when he started emailing him the videos of Syndicate HQ when he cracked the best security in the city to see if he could.

The kind of idiot who got hired on and told to do better after said fuck-up was dealt with in front of him.

Nowadays he's the kind of idiot who knows everything you never wanted him to. He's the one who reads your text messages and listens to you lie to your girlfriend about where you'll be tonight. The one that watches you leave Xerxes on a Friday night at 10:48pm and stop in for some taquitos at 11:09pm while your gas is filling. That binge watches what Liv White does to people when she's having a bad day.

And is paid very, very well to make sure he's the only one who does.