Name: Caleb Miller
Goes by: “Blue” – During his first fight, initiated by other members, the bruises that littered his torso and face were a bright blue, and the nickname stuck.
Age: 26
Appearance:
Personality: Caleb’s sense of loyalty is what pushes him through most days, whether it be to his friends, his crew, or himself and his misguided moral code. Although he does care deeply for those close to him, the lifestyle he leads has hardened him and has given him a bit of an ego, especially with how high he had moved up in the rankings in the past decade.
Woman would, if asked, describe Caleb probably as cold and distant, but that was usually because he never pursued anything other than a one night stand. In his mind, he was too busy for something serious. Plus, a girlfriend would be an easy target for a rival gang, and he didn’t find it fair to put anyone innocent at risk.
History: Raised by a single mother in the heart of the city, Caleb always attempted to make money for him and his mother to survive with since he was old enough. He would wash cars, help at the local market, and even babysit, but what he came up with never seemed to be enough. His mom had another child, a little girl, when Caleb was twelve, and the added pressure of now trying to financial support a baby pushed him to look for other ways to make money.
At age fourteen, Caleb began selling weed in high school which, after a slow start, grew into something larger than he imagined. He was bringing more money than he could give to his mother without raising suspicion, so half of his earnings were hidden under his mattress or spent frivolously. His thirst for currency grew, and he began to sell an assortment of narcotics, which caught the eye of a few of his schoolmates who had already been recruited.
When they originally approached him about joining their crew, Caleb brushed it off. His mom would kill him, and the horror stories he heard of getting caught up in the wrong crowd had scared him enough. But with persistence, he finally agreed to see what it was all about.
Twelve years later, Caleb was now in higher rankings, usually keeping his hands clean and keeping things organized from the inside and instructing street level members on what they need to do. Very rarely would he carry out any activity himself (usually retribution for deaths of any of his men or friends), and his days were usually filled with meetings or paperwork for their front, a bar that sat on the street below the large apartment they owned as a work and meeting space.
Goes by: “Blue” – During his first fight, initiated by other members, the bruises that littered his torso and face were a bright blue, and the nickname stuck.
Age: 26
Appearance:
Personality: Caleb’s sense of loyalty is what pushes him through most days, whether it be to his friends, his crew, or himself and his misguided moral code. Although he does care deeply for those close to him, the lifestyle he leads has hardened him and has given him a bit of an ego, especially with how high he had moved up in the rankings in the past decade.
Woman would, if asked, describe Caleb probably as cold and distant, but that was usually because he never pursued anything other than a one night stand. In his mind, he was too busy for something serious. Plus, a girlfriend would be an easy target for a rival gang, and he didn’t find it fair to put anyone innocent at risk.
History: Raised by a single mother in the heart of the city, Caleb always attempted to make money for him and his mother to survive with since he was old enough. He would wash cars, help at the local market, and even babysit, but what he came up with never seemed to be enough. His mom had another child, a little girl, when Caleb was twelve, and the added pressure of now trying to financial support a baby pushed him to look for other ways to make money.
At age fourteen, Caleb began selling weed in high school which, after a slow start, grew into something larger than he imagined. He was bringing more money than he could give to his mother without raising suspicion, so half of his earnings were hidden under his mattress or spent frivolously. His thirst for currency grew, and he began to sell an assortment of narcotics, which caught the eye of a few of his schoolmates who had already been recruited.
When they originally approached him about joining their crew, Caleb brushed it off. His mom would kill him, and the horror stories he heard of getting caught up in the wrong crowd had scared him enough. But with persistence, he finally agreed to see what it was all about.
Twelve years later, Caleb was now in higher rankings, usually keeping his hands clean and keeping things organized from the inside and instructing street level members on what they need to do. Very rarely would he carry out any activity himself (usually retribution for deaths of any of his men or friends), and his days were usually filled with meetings or paperwork for their front, a bar that sat on the street below the large apartment they owned as a work and meeting space.
