BJ the Goat - @Deadbeatwalking
BJ is one of the quieter members of The Bombers, who's role is about a minimum until people need killing. He carries a rock hammer in his back pocket wherever he goes, and is known for, aside from his brutal killings, smelling really nice. His role is an Assassin.

Maxim the Husky - @The Scotsman
The honorbound and occasionally strict workhorse of the group, Maxim struggles between his sense of morals and sense of loyalty, where both are extraordinarily strong. Enforcing the law of the land to those outside of his gang and within, his role is that of an Enforcer.

Matteo the Stag - @McHaggis
In a list of people who know where and why they are, Matteo is at the bottom. Formerly a dean's list church-going townie, Matteo is finding himself caught up in a life he sees as romantic one day, and sinful the next. His most frequent role is a Scout.

Jimmy Breeze the Frog - @Sabotage
Tall, pale, and muscular, Jimmy's well known for being elusive and distancing himself when things become too "real". He's a chill idealistic with a knack for smooth words and judging his surroundings. Jimmy's role in the gang is a Bruiser.

Noise the Raccoon - @Rekaigan
Abrasive and too the point, Noise doesn't see the need to speak unnecessarily. Logical and kind, she's been known to give advice and remain nonjudgmental. Despite being an able bodied fighter, Her role in the gang is best placed as a Negotiator.

Regina the Fox - @MoiraEL
Popular and wealthy, Gina's a bit on the softer side with her love of kids, cats, and charms. At least you might think as such until you meet the wrong end of an iron first. A little iffy on the rules, Gina's most frequent role in the gang is Brawler.

Arin the Lizard - @CaptainCaptcha
Chill and good humored, Arin has a tendency to lose his temper and shows difficulty trusting others. A daring risk-taker, he tends to turn his back on worry and the gravity of situations. His role in the gang stems from his skills as a Brawler.

Cole the Cat - @DjAtomika
Tall, Dark, and Loyal, Cole also exhibits kindness especially when reaching out to others just in case they need somebody to talk to. Quick and Stealthy, Cole knows the streets well to see trouble coming. His primary role in the gang is a Runner.



Sammy the Panther - @NuttsnBolts
Having spiraled from living a life of freedom with her sister to a life of chaos with her gang, Sammy now lives a life ruled by self-destructive violence. Her sneaky nature and set of tools make her role in the gang that of a Thief.

Apollo the Wolf- @Kalas
The fast-talking, free-wheeling son of a wise guy, Apollo lives a life of wanton violence and hedonism. Fortunately for him, he's alive in California during the 80's, so he's in the right place for both. His role in the gang is a Negotiator.

Sybille the Sugar Glider - @Esoteric
Rising in the groups ranks with networking and drug-dealing to make up for her unintimidating size and stature, Sybille uses information she's gathered to move in the sidelines. Her role in the group is a Drug-Dealer.

Skav the Crow - @Liriia
A walking mystery and longtime fan of The Good Book, Skav's motivation for joining the Razors is a well kept secret. Despite drowning in apathy, Skav holds honesty in high esteem. Skav's role within the gang is a Scout.

Blue the Snake - @murdoc
Inheriting the drug fueled lifestyles of his family despite and left to work the streets after the death of his brother, Blue's found himself involved with the Razors perhaps by chance. His role in the gang is that of a Drug-Dealer.

Timmy the Tiger - @Roosan
Adrenaline junkie and local health food enthusiast, Timmy is always looking for his next fix. Whether it be drugs, fast cars, or fights, Timmy is constantly twitching with energy you'd guess would be fueled by Espresso and Adderall. Determined to always achieve that next high, Timmy's role in the gang is an Enforcer.

Amanda the Panda - @Undine
Affiliated with the group since birth through her parents, Amanda's practically been raised to be a Razor, if only by default. Largely uninvolved in the gang lifestyle, this sarcastic and playful girl knows how to move in the shadows best. Her role in the gang is an Assassin.

Jay the Fox - @jaybreezy
Jay is a manipulating, shit-talking, and cocky Razor who's quick to avenge a fallen member. He also hates seeing innocent women and children getting hurt. Smart and Charismatic, if a bit hot-headed, his most notable role in the gang is that of a Driver.

Name
BJ

Age
23

Gender
Male

Affiliation
The Bombers

Years Spent with Gang
8

Appearance
BJ isn't muscular or brawny, but he commands respect as if he was. He has a taut frame made of lean muscle with very little fat, and olive skin that would make you guess he's either Italian or one of those lighter Spanish races. He stands a few inches shorter than his peers, and has an unnervingly silent walk and disposition. He wears a greyish brown goat mask with yellow eyes, which has made a lot of people assume the B in BJ stands for Billy, like billygoat.
It doesn't.

Before you see BJ, you smell him; He's not unwashed or anything, he just wears a lot of the cologne that old spanish dudes who hang out in front of bodegas wear. He typically favors solid color shirts and cargo pants which he tucks into a set of scary looking steel-capped combat boots he affectionately refers to as his shitkickers, coupled with purple suspenders. Many suspect that under his mask, his hair's cut a little close to his skin, if you catch my drift.

Personality
All cute remarks about his personality aside, BJ is a terrifying individual. Regarded to with a fear somewhere between Injun Joe and The Bogeyman, BJ is just as tough as you'd expect someone with a synonym for oral sex to have to become. BJ's voice has a gravelly, shaking, ghostlike quality, and his eccentricities and quiet nature make him get under most people's skin. He is a loner by nature, and though he's been with The Bombers for a very long time, he's not really regarded to as a part of the "crew". It's clear that BJ's some kind of whacked in the head, but it's unclear as to what kind of whacked specifically.

BJ's position in the group is that of an enforcer, but his role is that of a threat. It's one thing to send a few guys to rough somebody up, it's another thing to find the Goat on your doorstep. If BJ is looking for you, you've clearly made a very unintelligent mistake. Although he's not especially big, or even all that strong, BJ is cold, calculating, and brutal. Some Bombers view him with a level of distrust for his brutal methods and lax stance on torture, especially because those qualities are more synonymous with their rival gang, though you'd be hard pressed to find someone that would say so to his face.

Aside from his status as one of The Bombers' chained hounds, BJ is known for his sometimes naive, childlike qualities. He likes watching movies -- particularly kid's movies -- dislikes loud noise, and doesn't drink or do drugs. Additionally, though BJ isn't necessarily naive, he has a lot of optimism and is pretty casual about things, which stands in harsh juxtaposition with his work as a career killer. He orders off of kid's menus, plays a mean game of handball, and as far as anyone knows, has never had a girlfriend.

If you collected everything everyone knew about BJ that they had separately learned through little snippets throughout the past eight years, you'd know about this much about him; He was homeless as a kid, lived with his grandparents, and had a sister who moved away when he was young. He likes spicy food, and he doesn't much care for China.

Strengths
You've got to be good at what you do to get ahead, so BJ's gotten really good at what he does: Killing people. BJ isn't necessarily a good fighter in a fair sense, but he doesn't ever put himself in fair fights. BJ waits for you in your house, in your car, or wherever he has to, and then comes out when you're at your most vulnerable like in the shower or while you're driving. His signature weapon is an age-old tool of the trade, a rock hammer he takes with him everywhere.

BJ's reputation precedes him. He's done so many things that at this point, just having him be in a room with you alone is enough to set most people on edge. He's not necessarily a skilled negotiator, or even a good speaker, but his reputation makes him intimidating enough to sometimes change the outcome of events just with his presence. What he's done probably won't ever be expanded upon specifically, but it's not hard to make stuff up. He's killed a lot of people in a lot of nasty ways to send messages.

Weaknesses
BJ doesn't have the same protection as the rest of The Bombers. This isn't to say that they wouldn't back him up in a fight, but that he simply works alone for the most part, and lacks the trust and support network usually provided by gang membership. He settles all of his scores alone and relies only on his skill, which is a strategy that only truly works in a fair world.

BJ is trying to quit smoking, a habit he's had for over a decade. Aside from his irritability, BJ's habit has left him weak in terms of endurance. He can't run fast, far, or up stairs. Seriously, just get him to chase you around the parking lot for like five minutes and you'll be fine.

Likes

Chewy Snacks
BJ overcomes an oral fixation (harharhar) left by smoking by eating Twizzlers and chewing sunflower seeds. He has a habit of silently spitting the seeds out, which fall out of the bottom of his mask silently, but nobody has called him out on it yet. The Twizzlers are even weirder to watch, he places them in his mask's mouth-hole and they just slowly slither in like anteater tongues.

Motorcycles
BJ doesn't care much for the newer futuristic bikes, and has a dislike of Kawasaki and Suzuki motorcycles, which he calls riceburners. BJ drives a '73 Red Triumph. It's not the fastest or the toughest, but it has the maneuverability of a dirtbike and allows for turning into tight spaces with relative ease. Gary, the owner of the local autobody shop seems to owe him a big favor, as BJ frequently comes in for tuneups and repairs without ever being seen paying full price.

Reading
BJ appreciates the written word. He likes twizzlers, killing Razors, and a good book. Simple guy. He has a particular fondness for classic literature, pulp comics, and stories set in the south. For a short period when he joined The Bombers his nickname was Einstein because he was always reading, until BJ explained with a few well-timed beatdowns that it would be a short-lived nickname. Ever since then, they've just called him his name.

Dislikes
Germs
Nobody knows this because of how damn quiet he is, but BJ is weird about germs. He wears latex gloves when he's "on the job" because blood on his bare skin makes him gag, and in general, he'd sooner go shirtless than wear a shirt he had spilled something on. Before the mask trend, BJ would wear a lot of scarves and bandannas, and he's never been one for handshakes, high fives, hugging, or pretty much any kind of physical contact. If BJ likes you, he'll give you an elbow bump or nod at you, but that's the furthest he gets.

Running
There is nothing BJ despises more than running, or even jogging. If you run from him, which you probably will want to, whatever he has planned will become much worse. After about ten meters, BJ is usually too winded to continue, which is why he relies on his lightweight motorcycle. He has a very Hannibal Lector way about him that makes people a bit afraid to make any sudden moves, but the truth is, BJ is probably the easiest person there is to outrun.

"The Chinese"
I dunno either, man. He's never outwardly aggressive to Asian people or going off on political rants, but when the subject comes up, he's historically had a pretty firm stance on disliking Asian -- particularly Chinese -- cultural customs, foods, motorcycles, products, and so on. He doesn't go into detail other than "not mixing with" them, but since he's so weird and quiet, people tend to remember what he says. Some guess he was wronged by the triad in Chinatown, others have heard rumors that his heart was broken by a beauty from Beijing, but both would be wrong.
BJ's just kinda racist. Go figure.

Other
Other Bombers cite BJ's accent as "hard to place". Some guess he's from the south, some guess he's French. They're both kinda right. BJ is Cajun.

BJ's signature weapon, the rock hammer, is not named. However, it is numbered, and its number is three.

Theme
Calamity

Name Sybille

Age 20

Gender Trans-dimensional Butterfly (Female)

Affiliation 33^rd St. Razors (Four years)

Appearance

Personality

Strengths

• Tact: Sybille's rise within the 33^rd Street Razors is largely due to her ability to strategize; Knowing when to move and when to wait, and the details of how for both, a key components to staying alive. She can read between the lines and uses that to her full advantage to help her with her craft.
  
• Networking: Knowledge is power and Sybille is more than just a bit curious. She likes to know the details of things that interest her, which could be a downfall if she pursues something beyond reason or takes needless risks, but she maintains a steady stream of information from people under her care. Most importantly, those she's paid off in the San Marzano Police Department.
  
• Small and Subtle: Much like her, she's not a big and powerful player. Instead she uses subtlety and speed. Physically, this means she is quick, and uses her opponent's mistakes against them. Mentally, she knows that low key manipulations work the best. A bit of misinformation here, a small tip-off there, and a bit of money exchanging hands.
  
• Smoking Trails: Because of her love of speed, Sybille has learned how to fly around corners without hardly slowing down. Expert use of the E-Brake and a well tuned car make her a pretty damn good drifter. A set of skills she often abuses for the hell of it, feeling the adrenaline through her veins as the red and blue lights flash behind her.

Weaknesses

• Haunted: Like many affiliates of gang and related activites, Sybille has suffered some sort of trauma to bring her where she's at today. She's no exception to the rule for dealing with it, and often suffers nightmares from her experiences.
  
• Claustrophobic: Do you know what it's like to spend days and nights folded into a box much to small for you? Sybille does. She spent three years of her life in hell, and the worst part of that was the box. Which she spent a lot of time in. If it's dark and cramped she'll suddenly find it hard to breath and start having flash backs.
  
• Fun Sized: Sybille is a small girl, and there isn't a lot of force or endurance behind her. Despite having speed and stamina, she is a much easier opponent to overpower and manhandle. Additionally, because of her size, and the pretense that size equals strength, she's often disregarded and not taken seriously. Sometimes this works in her favor, but more often that not it just serves to piss her off.
  
• Firecracker: There are two things that piss Sybille off most in this world; Incompetence, and being treated like a child. Regarding the former, failure is acceptable, except when it's not, and when that happens somebody is likely to get punished. Sybille has an unusual taste for punishing her subjects, but effective. As towards the latter, she's likely to explode and make impromptu rash decisions. Sometimes it's the promise of vengeance in the long term, other times it involves a blade.
  
• Whimsical: Like the animal she personifies, Sybille is playful in an almost silly and endearing way. She likes to have fun, and doesn't always see the need to be serious. Other Razors joke that she's likely to make a wise crack with a knife in your ribs. This often makes people perceive her as childlike, which often serves to burn her fuse.
  
• All the Vices: Sybille smokes, she drinks, she curses, she gambles, has a love for coffee, does a few different drugs, and even likes to roll around in the bed sheets. If it's a sin Sybille is probably into it. Sometimes this leaves her exposed and in a difficult position, more so the drinking, gambling, and adultery. Cigarettes will probably get her in the long run.

Likes

• LORD OF THE DANCE: It's been speculated that Sybille only joined the Razors because of their main station at The Grotto. Meaning loves to dance. Rest and Relaxation means dropping a tab or thizzing out on the dance floor. It's usually the only way to relieve her stress and worries, to let the day go and enjoy herself. It's what makes her really feel free.
  
• Ooo Shiny: All that glitters is Sybille's. She enjoys bright, colorful things, especially Neon. She has a collection of vibrant, flashy colors to wear, jewelry that glimmers and moves with the light, and a horde of eye shattering, bright nail polish.
  
• Drop it in sixth: "If the world seems in control, you're not going fast enough." Sybille likes speed, she likes to go fast, and for fun she likes to race. She can go slow if she has too, but she gets antsy, wanting to put the pedal to the floor. There is a betting pool that says she'll be arrested for federal speeding before she dies, but she's never be caught by the cops.
  
• Songbird: Sybille likes to sing, and has been gifted with the voice to do it well. Often times she's humming or has something stuck in her head.
  
• Sadomasochist: This one is pretty self explanatory.

Dislikes

• Sex Sells?: Sybille hates prostitution and forced sexual acts. It's a dark part of her past, and she most often gets into trouble by "liberating" the unfortunates forced into these kinds of situations, and it wouldn't be the first time she's savagely murdered a rapist. She takes them under her wing, protects them while they learn, and set them free into the world, some of which join the Razors.
  
• Plainness: The world is colorful, fantastic, and full of enjoyment. Who would choice to be strictly vanilla when you could be a triple chocolate mint swirl with strawberries. Though not outright disgust, Sybille dislikes uninteresting and boring people. This has led to an even greater disinterest in The Bombers as of recent, with their many of their members choosing plain masks.
  
• Fifty Shades of Ugh: More specifically, the color gray. It's so plain, so neutral, so.. dead. Why choose to look like a funeral mortician when rainbows exist.

Other

• Sybille's Fangs: Sybille carries two short swords she lovingly refers to as her Fangs. They come with a small, light, black sheath which can be set up to over her shoulder or across the small of her back.
  
• Sybille's RTX7 Lightning: This is Sybille's baby: She hauls ass, drifts like a pro, and even comes with neon pink underglow.

Relationships

• Sammy - Sammy joined the Razors while Sybille was still on her fast climb within the gang itself, and she quickly saw the potential a friendship with Sammy would bring. At first, it was business as usual: Show her the ropes, let her prove herself, give her small jobs. Sammy quickly turned out to be a key individual on the front lines, inspiring fear and helping Sybille close deals, and an ever better driver. In part, Sammy has helped Sybille climb to where she's at today, and they remain good friends.
  
  Blue - Sybille has known Blue for some time now, and while he may grate on her nerves from time to time, they are somewhat good friends, if not the closest. From the time he was found on the steps, like a stray, and upon finding out his story, Sybille has done her best to show him the ropes and keep him from ending up behind bars again. Despite his tendency to be bullheaded, make rash decisions, and lack of negotiating skills, she usually has a job for him if he wants it, and at times helps feed his vices.

Theme
Sybille's Theme

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✯ Name ✯
Timmy, sometimes called the Tiger.

✯ Age ✯
22 years old.

✯ Gender ✯
Male

✯ Affiliation ✯
The 33rd Street Razors.

✯ Years With Gang ✯
Five years with the Razors.

✯ Appearance ✯
Scrawny and thin, Timmy looks like the exact opposite of a physical threat, apart, of course, from his snarling Tiger mask and agitated movements. His twitches, ticks and flicks would put you in mind of an athlete waiting for the match to begin or a warrior itching to get to the thick of it, except on a man more gristle than meat they look almost comical. It doesn't help that any clothes that Timmy chooses go from stylish to misshapen and tacky the second he puts them on, no matter how carefully the outfit is selected. He practically radiates an aura of 'unthreatening victim' to those people who look for such things and even those not so attentive are unlikely to be threatened or impressed by his lanky figure.

Right up until he hammers a glass bottle into a bouncer's face with a gleeful cackle. Then people tend to revaluate his threat level.

✯ Personality ✯
You know that feeling you get when you score the winning goal, beat the unbeatable game boss, or kiss that special someone? The thumping in your chest, the racing of your heart, the sudden power that fills you up and makes you want to scream? That's adrenaline, liquid energy naturally produced by the body to help us when we're in a tight spot. With it pumping through your veins, you can run faster, punch harder and survive more. Some people describe an adrenaline rush as the only time they feel truly alive.

Timmy is not just one of those people, he's their king. Ever since he first tasted the bitter tang of adrenaline on his tongue, the rest of the world was painted over in grey and beige. Every moment was a drag, every day without it an eternity. In the space of but a few weeks, he transformed from a mild mannered, middle class boy to a first class adrenaline junky. It didn't matter what he had to do to get his fix; glass a bouncer, head-butt a priest, dirtbike while drunk, tightrope walk while high, he'd do it and then do it again. His antics brought him to the attention of the 33rd Street Razors who saw a kindred spirit in a frail body and invited him to join their ranks.

Ever since then, Timmy has been benefitting from the perks of being a member of the infamous gang, from easy access to narcotics, fast cars and weapons to many opportunities to to sate his lust for excitement. While he might not initially seem like a natural recruit for the Razors, his single minded determinedness to obtain an adrenaline high at any cost, to himself or others, fits in just fine with them. Having fully abandoned his former life, Timmy is all in as a member of the Razors, living by their rules and embodying their philosophy to the best of his abilities. In return, the gang's name and infrastructure protect him for the worst consequences of his actions. Without them, Timmy would likely not last a day.

✯ Strengths ✯
Berserker - Timmy's addiction to adrenaline and general bloody mindedness makes him a vicious beast when set loose in close proximities to a potential opponent. Where other fighters seek to guard themselves and harm the enemy without taking too much damage themselves, Timmy is all whirlwind of fists, feet, teeth and knives that only cares about savouring the feeling of dancing on the edge of knife, not about defending himself or surviving the fight.

Driver - There are few ways to guarantee a spike in one's pulse than racing a fast car round a hair-pin bend or executing a Lazy Boy on a dirt bike. As such, Timmy has spent many, many hours behind the wheel and all that practise has gained him some skill. In all fairness, his driving abilities aren't based on speed, safety or efficiency but on how dangerous and exciting he can make any given action.

Survivor - Despite his wiry frame, Timmy is both surprisingly strong and shockingly tough. A combined addiction to adrenaline and drugs have wreaked merry hell with his nervous system, heart and body in general. Due to this, Timmy can take more punches than most men several times his weight and still get up to give out a few hits of his own.

✯ Weaknesses ✯
Untrained - Although he's been in uncountable scraps and fights during his membership of the Razors, Timmy has never received any formal training for any of his skills. He fights like a rabid beast because he's got the same amount of training as one and drives like a drunken toddler because he hasn't got a license. While he can blunder through with luck and belligerence, many tasks call for a level of technical skill that he simply doesn't have.

Unhealthy - Almost all addictions have negative affects on both the victim's social life and physiology and Timmy is no exception. His old life has almost been completely lost in a haze of drugs and death, leaving him no friends outside the Razors. And his body is a twitching, scarred wreck, no longer able to properly regulate its natural release of adrenaline or balance his humours.

Unstable - When you're obsessed with finding excitement at any cost, even if it is detrimental to yourself and others, you're bound to get hurt and to do some hurting. Finding methods of obtaining that elusive high that were previously effective now dull, Timmy has to work hard to experience new thrills. So far he has managed to avoid breaking the Razor's cardinal rule, to not betray one another, but one of days he may slip up.

✯ Likes ✯
✔ Almonds, Kale and healthy, organic foods that boost the body's adrenaline output.
✔ Going out at night on the main streets, where the city is all neon and concrete.
✔ Driving to the edge of the city to drive in the dust and drink in the dirt.
✔ Partying until he can't think, always seeking to one up everyone else.

✯ Dislikes ✯
✘ Fast food, salt and other things that clog up the body and slow down the mind.
✘ Slow Sundays, boring Wednesdays and times when nothing happens.
✘ Situations and places where no one is supposed to move or make noise, like Churches or Libraries.
✘ Waking up after a good night and suffering for it.

✯ Relationships ✯
Blank, for now.

✯ Other ✯
Blank, for now.

✯ Theme ✯
Ballroom Blitz - Sweet

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► NAME ◄
Jimmy Breeze

► AGE ◄
Twenty.

► GENDER ◄
Male.

► AFFILIATION ◄
The Bombers (MC).

► YEARS WITH GANG ◄
Four.

► APPEARANCE ◄

Jimmy stands at about 5'10" and 163 lb with a lean yet toned, muscular build that gives him a distinct frame. His skin is of a pale tone, far more tinted than most people you could compare him to, and he has a fair bit of body hair on his arms, chest, and legs. Nothing too outrageous, but something you'd see on a well grown man. He has a tattoo on his neck of a spider crawling up his body, another on his chest of a wiccan sun, barbed wire that runs down the entire length of his right arm, and a skull on his left bicep. His fingers on both hands also have small tattoos of trees and odd looking symbols (sort of like hieroglyphics). All tattoos are done in black ink.

Jimmy's fashion is a blend between 1980's punk rock anarchist, and grunge skater. For the most part he wears a black and light gray Thrasher™ baseball tee, and faded (now light blue and torn) denim jeans cuffed at the bottom and fitted over top of either his all black Converse™ sneakers or grimy dark brown work boots. Every so often he'll wear his brown/tan letterman jacket worn with holes and covered in punk rock insignia (Dead Kennedys, Black Flag, Misfits, etc.) stitched into the jacket. Most of his clothing smells of old cigarettes and cologne, though you have to be close enough to smell them in the first place.

As for Jimmy's mask, he wears a green latex frog mask, which reflect upon his elusive yet charming personality.

► PERSONALITY ◄

As stated above, Jimmy is a very elusive man, who tends to distance himself from people and shy away from his emotions when things get too "real". He's been told he was a hard person to figure out, as if his true feelings were all over the place, but none of them clear to see. This is often covered up with the way he has for words, and the charismatic attitude he has when speaking. An introvert at heart, Jimmy is nearly always aware of his surroundings. He uses his senses, almost at all times to figure the situation out. Along with this, he is very judging. Despite being a fairly laid back and chill dude, he has a tendency to judge individuals based on little evidence and assumption. This isn't to say he's always right, but he's not always wrong either. It's not out of his nature to take a joke either. Jimmy generally has a very good sense of humor, and likes cracking one-liners given any appropriate chance he can. This has been frowned upon in the past by his family, but always seemed to boost the morale of his comrades. When he went to school, he had always been told he was the runt of his peers, and wouldn't amount to anything. Being labeled as a degenerate for a lot of his childhood years made him obsessed with the idea with rebellion and fighting against "the system". A lot of the time he spent in his room thinking. He was an idealist, though often thought too hard and never ended up chasing his dreams. He grew up being the kind of kid his parents were worried of having.

In terms of mannerisms, Jimmy will sometimes scratch the back of his neck awkwardly. This is the beginning of his junkie movements, which he's mostly been able to control, but if the need for a fix becomes too strong, he may start to become uncomfortable and fidgety. ON top of that, he likes to bite his lips. This started ever since he was a pre-teen, he enjoyed ripping dead skin off his lips when they chapped over. Al though it's never seen because of his mask, he still does it.

► STRENGTHS ◄

• Haste: Jimmy moves like a switchblade. With very keen reaction time, he can move himself quickly from one place to another. He ran track in school, and has built up a fair bit of stamina and speed since then. Not only this, but Jimmy is very versatile and obtains a lot of flexibility. Running his is second favorite method of travel under motorbiking.
• Observative: Knowing how to use all of his senses to his advantage, it was almost if Jimmy had a 6th sense. Even when he's high off his ass, he can still retain even some of his alertness.
• Kickboxing: Muay Thai kickboxing lessons really paid off in the future. Jimmy has built up strong cardio as well as martial arts skills that are available in his arsenal.
• Wise Guy: Jimmy has a way with words that have had people label him as a "wise guy" or "smart ass". His slick and appealing tone combined with the way he finds himself under peoples skin can either turn people away, or bring them to him really fast. It depends what he wants.

► WEAKNESSES ◄

• Merciless: There is no mercy to be taken toward the enemies of The Bombers. Unless they're women and children, of course, but nevertheless, this doesn't stop Jimmy from going on his occasional blood thirsty rage. Hey, if it happens to you, you probably had it coming. Sometimes he just doesn't know when to stop.
• Weak Willpower: Being hooked on hard drugs gives you withdrawal from time to time. Jimmy hasn't ever really had good willpower as it gets broken so easily. Temptation via sex, cocaine, or money may be his greatest flaw. If you want him to do something, bribery may just be the best route.
• Grudge Holder: Though not always seen, Jimmy holds grudges against those who have wronged him. Something like an ill will set on an individual. He finds it difficult to let these sort of things go until he has exacted revenge on whoever it may be that drove him the wrong way. This can be over the littlest things, or the most extreme.

► LIKES ◄

» His black 1985 Suzuki GSX-R Motorbike. The equivalent of his child. Rides it around everywhere.
» Getting high off cocaine. Jimmy tried it once a year ago and now he's hooked. He can't seem to get enough of it, and the massive cloud-drifting high he gets is better than sex from any woman.
» Smoking cigarettes. Thus his clothes smell like ashes. He's been smoking for around three years now and there's no signs of him stopping.
» Pizza. A lot. He enjoys any greasy foods, but a nice slice of cheesy pizza from the fast food joint around the corner hits the spot every. Fucking. Time.
» Listening to punk music. Black Flag is his favorite band, and Black Coffee is his favorite song.
» Watching cinema. He's a sucker for romance movies. They're a guilty pleasure and nobody else knows about it.

► DISLIKES ◄

» The Razors. Self explanatory.
» Cocaine. Strange, seeing as how he's addicted to the shit, but blow has just got old. It only causes him trouble in the long run, and it's not something he can just quit at any given time. The high itself is what he loves, but he can't seem to find that sort of feeling anywhere else.
» Loud chewers and obnoxious eaters. Shut your fucking mouth while you chew, asshole.
» Treason. Nobody should be attacking your own kind. Know who your friends are.
» Rules. To an extent they're fine, but breaking them just feels so much better. He finds a lot of the law infringes on his happiness, and that's just something he can't live by.

► RELATIONSHIPS ◄
Arin - Jimmy and Arin go way back. They're childhood friends, really. Known each other for around six years now. Jimmy joined the Bombers a year before Arin did and most likely recruited him into it. He is like Jimmy himself, although tends to joke around more. He would tell you that he always had Arin's back, which was the truth. Arin is the fucking man, if you can dig it.

► OTHER ◄
Jimmy is most often seen wielding an expandable police baton he bought off some dude. 100% solid steel.

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Name
Noise

Age
23

Gender
Female

Affiliation
The Bombers SC

Years with the Gang
3

Appearance
Donning a Raccoon mask, Noise appears to be person of lean build with a height of 5'7", her black suit and tie covering the athletic muscle and her cleavage (Or lack thereof). This causes people to generally doubt her capability as a Bomber and often finds herself on the receiving end of sneers and insults. More often than not, due to her general appearance, people mistaken Noise for a man, and that assumption tends to stick as she doesn't correct them very often.

Her formal attire is reminiscent of the old Mafia side of the Bombers. However, it's interesting to note that Noise wasn't part of the old Bombers, rather she had heard stories about it. Other than that, she finds suits to be more comfortable and it makes her feel classy.

Personality
Ironically, Noise doesn't talk a lot.. Or rather she doesn't say anything unnecessary, keeping her words concise and to the point. She doesn't yell, but neither does she whisper. Due to this mannerism, she is often seen as too blunt or heartless. But this doesn't really mean that she can't have a conversation. Because to her, conversing about things outside of work allows for freedom in speech, but during work, speech needs to be short and blunt.

Noise thinks very logically, almost to an unemotional degree, However she can be kind as she does sometimes understand the plight of others. This logical outlook gave her the potential to be quite successful if she stuck to her original job, but she felt it wasn't challenging enough, so she quit. Being bored is not something that Noise likes very much, but even so, she won't really go out of her way to cause mayhem for her own enjoyment. She's a Bomber after all. And often her consequential thinking gets in her way.

Despite not speaking very much, she's quite good at giving 'sound' advice to others if and when they come to her with their personal problems. Although, that doesn't happen very often due to the cold demeanor that she is labelled with.

Noise isn't the type of person to judge a book by it's cover. It doesn't really matter what they're background is or what they do, it all comes down to who they are at their core. Or however close she can get to it. This even applies to Razors. She personally doesn't have anything against them and she's quite willing to just have a chat with one of them every so often, so long as they don't do anything that directly affects her. However, her bluntness can often get her into a tussle with a Razor, especially if they're not exactly.. right in the head.

Strengths
♠ Logical
Noise, as said before, is very logical and as a result she can be very cool headed, even in high pressure situations. This allows her to formulate responses that are appropriate for the given situation. She will consider most of the outcomes that may occur during her interactions with others depending on the subject, but when it comes down to business, there's only one way to go about it.

♠ Unpredictable
When getting into a fight with Noise, don't expect her to do what you think she might do. The way she fights changes almost all the time, from being full of finesse to just straight bludgeoning with all her might.

♠ Self Control
Unlike some of other people in the gangs, Noise has a lot of self control. Her cool headed nature keeps her in control of her impulses. In times where someone will rampage, she will not. But that doesn't mean she won't beat the living shit out of someone if they get in her way... In a controlled manner.

Weaknesses
♠ Driving
Noise is horribly inept at driving, even more so on a Motorbike. Unfortunately, that's something that all Bombers like to use. She will always ask someone to give her a lift somewhere on the back of their bike or car. Maybe she has a phobia of driving? Who knows. But what we do know, is that she's bloody horrible at it.

♠ Lonely
Due to the way people like to describe Noise and how she deals with her clients, she is often left very lonely. When left to her own devices, she often reads fictional books, but over the years they've started to pale in comparison to social contact and skinship.

♠ Sense of Direction
As if not being able to drive like a normal person was bad enough, Noise has a pretty bad sense of direction and can often get lost while on her way to.. well just about anywhere. Unless she's going home, she knows the way like the back of her hand. This is also one of the reasons why she often needs a partner to come on jobs with her, so she doesn't wander off somewhere.

Dislikes
♠ Babbling
Noise absolutely hates it when people talk too much. She likes information to be relayed to her in a concise, brief manner, and any kind of waffling will earn a steel cane to the gut. This often happens when her targets start to stammer and talk about all the things they have and the people that are important to them. They're not important to her. So they learn the hard way that they need to shut up and give her what she came for.

♠ Crowds
Noise hates crowds. She gets extremely uncomfortable when she's surrounded by people or even near large groups of people. She'll start to breath heavily and she will look for the quickest way to get away from the crowd or group.

♠ Driving
A no brainer, really.

Likes
♠ Her Cane
Noise is quite attached to her weapon, she treats it like an old friend as it has been with her for quite some time. The cane is shaped like any other, however it is made entirely out of steel, making it extremely hard and sturdy. Noise likes to spend time polishing it in her spare time and she doesn't trust anyone with it. She'll sooner beat someone with it than let them touch it with their grubby hands. The iron-y.

As expected, Noise is very skilled with the cane when it comes to fighting, mostly using the hook part of the cane to trip and choke people.

Overall, it's just classy.

♠ Swing
Interestingly, Noise enjoys listening the Swing music and secretly wishes that she could find someone to do swing dancing with too. It's a genre that she once heard being played in some sort of dance studio and she really enjoyed watching people swing and listening to the upbeat music. However, due to her occupation and the mask, finding someone willing to teach her swing is a dream that she should possibly give up on.

Relationships

Theme
Sing Sing Sing - Benny Goodman

A P P E A R A N C E
“Gina’s a swell gal, real gorgeous. Her legs – they’re the tits and her tits, well… them’s the tits too. She’s a little plump around the middle, but she flaunts it. She’s always wearing bright little crop tops, like in the Madonna videos, y’know? And with the sexiest black leather pants. She kills me, knocks me dead every time I see her. If it’s not the pants, it’s the jean shorts. I love ha, but you wouldn’t catch her dead in a skirt, unless it’s a real big occasion.”

“Her arms ain’t real big, but when she hits ya you wouldn’t even know. Hit me once, right ‘ere on my shoulder. Left mes a bruise size of a- a grapefruit, right there. You ever been hit by a train? I’ve never been hit by one but I imagine it’s about the same thing.”

“She’s a fox. Not like- not in a like- uh, her mask, her mask is a fox. Y’know, the masks, the ones- the ones every wears. She acts like one – a fox, that is, uh – she’s real smart. Never finished highschool but she’s real smart. She knows how to get what she wants.”

“Her family’s Italian. She’s got the olive skin, you know? They own a little restaurant on the south side and if that isn’t the most Italian thing, I don’t know what is. Word is though, the Bomber’s don’t give them no lip there, no sir.”

“Don’t even get me started on the way she walks, boy. She’s got this uh, swagger, in her walking. It's hard to explain but, her hips- damn. I’ve never - in my entire life - seen a finer set of hips.”

P E R S O N A L I T Y
“She’s well read. One of the brightest students I ever had. She just, didn’t apply herself. She never turned things in, heh, and one year she didn’t even turn herself in. She just stopped showing up. I frequent her father’s restaurant and I catch her there sometimes. We talk, she’s still just as bright. It’s a shame she never finished her schooling.”

“She loves her books, yeah. She reads them lesbian novels. Not at all surprising, but she tries to keep it a secret. So don’t tell anyone I told you.”

“She’s a real softie. Loves kids. Loves cats. She feeds the alley cats out the back of her daddy’s restaurant. She’s raising an army, heh heh. She’s a real good friend too, she’s got plenty and she does her best to look after them all. It’s a surprise how her daddy stays in business, her friends always there and they’re always getting fed for free.”

“She’s a real sweet gal. A charmer, that one. Gotta look out though, cross her once and she’ll never forgive you. She’s dangerous that way. And when she don’t like you, she gives you this- uh, this stare. It’s behind the mask so you can’t see it, but you can feel it. Gives me shivers.”

“She’s a drinker, a real party girl. She’s the good kind of drunk though, y’know? Just really laid back and happy. We go out to the clubs in the Westside sometimes, she’s a bit hesitant to go out there but once she’s there she has a good time. She’s an awful dancer though, don’t tell her I said that.”

“When it comes to Bombers business, she’s… iffy when it comes to the rules, but generally it’s nothing serious. For example, she’s always on call for her friends, they’re whores but they call her if they need help. She gets a cut but she’s not a pimp, she’s more like… like a bodyguard, y’know? She works for them, not the other way around.”

S T R E N G T H S



W E A K N E S S E S




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T H E M E
Call Me - Blondie

NAME
Arin

AGE
19

GENDER
Male

AFFILIATION
The Bombers (MC)

YEARS WITH GANG
3

APPEARANCE
Arin stands at about 5'9" and weighs around 157 lbs. He is rather slender but also fit, with some nice muscle definition to him that shows he's no pushover. He is Puerto Rican with tan skin and cuts and scratches scattered across his arms and hands, from everything from fights to busting in windows.

He is most often seen wearing an electric blue zip-up hoodie with the sleeves torn off, unzipped over top of a white band shirt, most often his The Clash T-shirt. He wears black jeans that are torn some on his left knee and bright blue converse hightops.

His mask is a green latex lizard mask, because according to Arin, "Lizards are fucking cool".

PERSONALITY
He is sarcastic and joking to the core, keeping a chilled out and humorous attitude to him in most situations. He uses humor to emphasize his mood when he's good or to hide it when he's upset. He isn't above making jabs at others when he's pissed, even if it gets him in trouble sometimes, but when his temper is lost he has trouble controlling it. He gives off a nonchalant feeling about himself, even when he is in the midst of gruesome tasks; cracking jokes or refusing to see the situation as fucked up as it really is, but maybe that's just his way of dealing with it.

He is a nihilist to a degree, but in the sense that if nothing truly matters, then why the fuck worry? He tends to use this to rationalize some of the things he does or when he does something stupid. All in all, if there is no greater purpose than he should spend his life how he pleases, even if it's morally dubious to say the absolute least of it.

He has difficulty trusting people, but once you've earned it then you are set with him. It's interesting that a man so daring and risk-taking physically can be so cautious emotionally, but he knows that pain from emotional wounds take a hell of alot longer to heal than most physical wounds, even stab wounds from an all too stupid movie in a fight with some Razors. He is still outgoing and fun around people he likes, but is reluctant to truly trust them.

STRENGTHS
►Driving: This kid knows his way around a bike, and isn't afraid to show it. Going fast is like a drug for him, and there is absolutely
no rush like it.

►Speed: Not just on a bike though, his feet are quick and he is adept a long distance running and short bursts of absolute sprinting.

►Silver Tongue: Or, more accurately, he knows how to lie well and talk his way out of trouble when he has to.

►Street Fighting: He is by no means a master of any martial art, but he knows how to fight pretty well, and his hits are nothing to scoff at.

WEAKNESSES
►Reckless: He often makes decisions without thinking them through first at all, which can land him in trouble.

►Temper: When his temper is lost, which can be difficult to do, there is often no calming him down. He has to work it out himself, and that often won't end pretty.

►Abandonment: He has an intense fear of being abandoned, not that he`d ever tell anyone.

LIKES
✯ Drinking cola. He is constantly downing the stuff, and has been doing so since he was a kid and has no plans of stopping soon.

✯ His 1984 Kawasaki GPz750 Turbo. He fixed it up and modded it so he is very attached now.

✯ Smoking pot and drinking. Every man has his vices, and when he wants to forget or unwind all he needs to do is light up for drink up. He is more fond of the former than the latter.

✯ Mexican food. Nothing hits the spot like a nice and greasy burrito, or taco, or nachos, or practically anything you'd find on a Taco Bell menu.

✯ Listening to rock and punk music. Often times, listening to it way too loudly. He loves The Clash, Adolescents, and Yes.

✯ Watching cartoons. A personal favorite pass time.

DISLIKES
✘ People who are downers or pessimists. Lighten the hell up.

✘ Facing his own morality, even if he convinces himself he doesn't care.

✘ Going slow, especially when driving.

✘ Anyone who betrays him or gives his trust issues more reason to be.

RELATIONSHIPS
Jimmy Breeze- Arin and Jimmy have been friends for years, around six. They understand each other in a way, and Jimmy might be the only damn person in this world Arin trusts. They've always had each others backs, before they joined the gang and definitely after. Jimmy joined a year before, when Arin was still just involved in petty crime and is what convinced him to actually join the Bombers. Jimmy is the fucking best friend a guy like Arin could ask for.

OTHER
He always keeps his steel baseball bat with him as his weapon.

THEME
AFI- The Boy Who Destroyed the World

Name
"Cole. That's all you need to know."



Age
"Nineteen bro. Gonna be twenty soon. Bitchin'."

Gender
"Dude. Definitely a dude. Last I checked I still had my junk and I ain't got no honkers."

Affiliation
"Bombers man, deffo Bombers.

Years with Gang
"About...a year now. Yeah, deffo a year."

Appearance
"Yo, so, like, when I first asked to join up with the Bombers, they done asked me what sorta animal I liked. And, well, shit I thought, like 'damn son it weird to get asked that and you wanna join a gang'. But then the guy what was askin' me was wearing this really cool house cat mask. And, like, I have a thing for cats. I love 'em. Got one at home, this lil' black guy (eyyy), cute lil' thing like a lil ball of puff. Called 'im Poof. So I told the guy 'yo cool cat, I love 'em cats yo.' And the guy was like 'a'ight here we got this.' And I got this neato black cat mask, man. Don't know what sorta cat, but damn if it don't look good.

Okay, so, like, I ain't the biggest man. I'm, like, what's the word for it, um, lean? Is that it? Yeah, I'm like all bone, lil' bit muscley. Love to dance, so like I got them glutes and lats and whatever from all that. Got a few scars on my knuckles from a few scraps I got in. Other than that, nothin' else. I'm a nigga too, so that's...a thing.

What I like to wear? Dude you for real? Well, um, I like wearin' shirts, mostly. Loose. Keep 'em loose, make 'em loose, y'know? And, like, baggy jeans and them sneakers. Jackets too. Those ol' high school jackets? Also them hooded jackets too. And I gotta have that bling, yo. Got myself this sweet gold chain tight round my neck. Dolla dolla bills yo!"

Personality
"Aw shit, nigga, this like one them psych tests in school? Shit man, this fo' real.

Well, um, shit what's a brother say man?

I, um, I ain't the sorta person that, like, gon fuck you 'n leave you hangin', naw man. I's loyal. Y'all need a man, I'm a man. I'm your man. I ain't gon' leave 'nother man hangin', no sir. Ain't what my pop taught me. He told me if'n you do that to a man, he gon' hate your guts fo' the rest ya life. Gon' hunt you down 'n make you remember. Make you pay. No sir, I ain't like that.

And I like t'be nice too. Y'know, in case y'all run into someone that needs someone. Y'know, like, yo' buddy sometimes they need someone t' talk to, y'know?"

Strengths

• Agility and Speed - "Yo man, you need someone run up a fence fo' ya, or like do the hundred metre dash, I'm your man."
• Street Smarts - "I've seen enough niggas get shot down on a street corner to see 'em comin' fo' they even start shootin'. I could probably tell you all the places that you can get yo' ride fixed fo' less than those stupid ass garages."
• Stealth - "And I ain't sayin' this just cause I'm black."

Weaknesses

• Not Very Strong - "Yo dog I seen some jacked up niggas man, for real. They be like all fuckin' biceps and pecs and like they like a mountain and shit. Not me. I'm puny, dude. I'm like a stick, yo. Anything I eat, it don't stay. It just fucks off."
• Noisy - "If you ain't gon' tell me to be quiet, I ain't gon' be quiet yo. Foo's gotta do somethin' to make 'em minutes go by, right? Y'all might do shit, I like ta' talk."
• Poor - "Growin' up in the ghetto gon' do that to ya. Ain't got much money t'do shit."
• Nigga - "Some people just don't like us niggas. I can't do nothin' 'bout it."

Likes

• Food - "Aw man don't get me started. Man you find a good place to chow down, bring me to 'em. Gon' be their best customer and shit. Oh, and it ain't just 'bout the eatin' too. I love cookin' just as much as I like to eat man. Best pizza this side of the city, word."
• Dancing - "Doesn't fit, don't it? I love eatin', ain't got nothin' better t' do than eat, but I also love dancin'. Man, music's in my bones. And I ain't talkin' 'bout all that headbangin', rocky mountain metal and shit that Bombers we love listenin' to, naw. Y'all gotta get music that jives, man! I'm talkin' 'bout, y'know, that- that music that sings in ya, y'know? Makes you wanna move something. Anything. I love that. Makes me feel alive."
• Cruisin' - "Yo man, who don't like cruisin', man?! They missin' out. Just put on some chill tunes, roll on up with yo' homies, go cruisin'. Ain't lookin' fo' nothin'. Just out for a drive. Feel the wind in yo' hair."

Dislikes

• Spicy Food - "Nigga can't eat spicy food. I kid you not, can't stomach the stuff."
• Dishonesty - "The only thing I dislike more than hot food is people lyin'. Like, yo man, we tryna help you, why you go about lyin' ya head off? Dude, man, I swear, if there's one thing a nigga hate, it's if his brothers gon' lie to 'em. Just ain't right."
• Waiting - "Nigga. I hate waitin'. Like, c'mon man what's a dude gotta do t'get his burger faster?!"

Relationships
"Naw man, nothin' yet. All I got is the gang, man. We tight. But, like, I ain't knowin' anyone deep yet, y'know.?"

Other
"Well, I got myself a nice, shiny aluminium baseball bat fo' my eighteenth. Told pop I was gonna play baseball with it. Oh, boy he thought wrong.

And I ain't got no ride. No dough to get one."

Theme
Volcano by Woodkid