Name:
Esperanza Maria Hidalgo
Nicknames/Alias:
Espie, "The Spanish Rose", Flora
Age:
27
Gender:
Female
Sexual Orientation:
Heterosexual
Ethnicity:
Latina and Caucasian
State:
Brazil and Massechusets

Appearance Details:
She is a rather small woman standing at about 4'10". Her skin is bronzed and smooth, unmarred by any scars upon first glance. She has thick Spanish lips, large doe brown eyes, and wavy dark brown hair. She is thin and frail looking due to her not eating much but still has some curve to her body. She has bestowed with what her mother called "child bearing hips" and "village feeder breasts."
Tattoos, Piercings, Scars, Other:
She is missing her left leg
Brand Tattoo Placement:
Right
Assets and Bank Account:
In the bank close to a grand (shared with her brother), about $20 in her wallet.

Gang Affiliation:
While not part of the Unseen, she does work at the Floating Lotus as a singer.
Occupation:
Floating Lotus - Singer and Entertainer/Escort
Sanction:
Korven
Favorite Season:
Spring to Summer

Personality:

She is a clever and sweet girl. Overflowing with giving spirit and kindness. She is quick with a smile and a compliment. She cares for all of those around her and are under her "wing". Those she considers family receive special treatment and she would gladly lay her life on the line for them. She also has a horrible temper. Though she is slow to enrage when she gets to that point all she can see is red. Things will be thrown and Espie may even yell in Spanish. She is also devout. Espie practices Catholicism and goes to Church every Sunday. Sometimes more often when she can. The only problem is that she doesn't know if she believes in God. But the Church gives her community and allows her to help in charity events.

Positive
+Loyal
+Warm
+Calm
+Compassionate
+Forgiving
+Cheerful
+Magnanimous
+Confident
+Playful

Negative
-Violent Temper
-Swears like a Sailor
-Overworks herself
-Strong-willed
-Miserly/Cheap
-Delicate
-Can be overly giving

Likes and Dislikes:

Likes
+Visiting Lisden to give what she can and help those less fortunate.
+Going to church, praying her rosary.
+Rain and Sunshine, especially at the same time.
+Flowers and plants.
+Playing games (i.e board games, hopscotch, red rover)
+Crafting gifts
+Cooking
+Ugly/cute figurines
+Polished stones

Dislikes
-Winter cold.
-Market place hubub and busyness.
-Lecherous patrons.
-Gang Violence.
-Overly formal or "Respectful" occasions
-Milk
-News stations.
-Laundry

Hobbies and Interests:

She loves to cook and create new and interesting meals. It is like a puzzle or challenge. How can she stretch these items? What sort of flavours can she create? She also loves spicy food but understands not many do, so she cooks it rarely. She also has a small garden of mostly herbs that allow her to save money in the marketplace. If there is one thing she loves it is saving her coin. She is quite a good singer and will often do so as she cleans the home. This is a time-consuming project but she enjoys the way the apartment looks after all is said and done. She does not tend to do much outside of her "feminine duties" and her work. Taking time for herself is not something she generally considers doing.

Small Biography:
She was born fifteen minutes before her brother Miguel. Her parents had been told by a fortune teller that they were going to have one very large baby boy. Then out came the very small and terrifyingly quiet girl. It took a few minutes of the midwife rubbing and smacking to elicit the calming screams of healthy lungs. Then came Miguel rambunctious and fighting.

The pair were inseparable growing up. Miguel was a strong and hearty young boy but it was Espie who was quick and clever. Together their mischief caused their parents more than one headache. The two vowed at a young age, before they ever really understood it, that they were born together and so would die together. The only times they were seen apart was when Miguel went to the small local school. Espie would stay at home with her mother and help with chores and cooking. She learned all the secrets of herbs and how they tasted together. She learned to stretch ingredients. She also learned a small amount of basic medicine from her mother. Espie never learned to read or write since that was not her job. As a good woman, she would cook and clean for her family. And of course, produce babies. Her mother had a very traditional ideal for gender roles. Of course, Miguel taught her basic words to read and write so that she would not be lost when walking the streets.

Her mother was a hard and honest woman. Paloma took no "shit" and was very blunt. It was when she was being sweet you had to worry. She had a calm temper and when they were in trouble they could tell by her sickly sweet tone that something bad was about to happen. Paloma was also the one who taught Espie to sing. She learned many songs from her family's home country of Brazil. She learned Irish shanties from her Father who has a hard, thick, muscular man. He had a twinkle in his eye, a grin on his face, and a pipe between his lips. He left his beard grown big, bushy and red. When he could come home at night smelling like oil from the factory she and Miguel would curl up with him and listen to grand stories and adventures. Glen was the fun dad, the dad you told your secrets to. But Paloma was the punisher but also the one you would go to for advice on a problem.

In this way, she had a lovely and adventurous childhood. She learned skills for being an adult but was also allowed time to run off and play with her brother. Around the time when Espie and Miguel were 8, her parents went missing. They had gone to the marketplace never to return. For days they waited and eventually they were declared dead. They were taken in by an uncle who already lived in their home. The pair received sizable savings from their parents. The two were heartbroken and never quite recovered from this loss. Miguel never allowed Espie to go to market on her own.

When Espie was 17 she was doing charity work in Lisden when she was briefly kidnapped. Her left leg was stolen and she was left for dead in the muddy, dirty streets of the slums. An old woman found her and brought her to the boundary between Lisden and Korven. It was here her brother found her abandoned and near death. She was taken to the hospital to repair the damage. This left her with a stump of a thigh and all of the savings diminished. After a couple of years of being supported by her brother and healing up, she decided it was time to get her own job. She could not do honest work, a lack of a leg did not allow this. Instead, she found herself at the Flying Lotus where her beautiful singing voice earned her a position there. Life since then has been less turbulent but she worries for the safety of her brother.

Family Members:

Miguel Hidalgo (brother)
Paloma Hidalgo (mother) [deceased/missing]
Glen Hidalgo (father) [deceased/missing]
Mariposa (cat)

Relationships:

Ha-Ram Gyeon (Boss)

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Nicknames/Alias: N/A

Age: 32

Gender: Male

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Ethnicity: Caucasian

State: Massachusetts

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Appearance Details: A tall, lean man standing roughly six feet in height, Elliot often wears inexpensive suits and ties when on duty. Off duty he lounges around in casual, comfortable clothing. He has grown a scruffy light brown beard, having neglecting to shave the past several months. His eyes are a green shade and his hair is trimmed short. His body is in decent shape, with outlines of muscles, reminders of a time where he cared about being in shape.

Tattoos, Piercings, Scars, Other: He has no tattoos other than his brand, he does have one notable scar on the top of his left hand. It is from a brawl during his time as a police officer in which a large shard of broken glass was jabbed into his hand. It was stitched long ago but the scar is evident.

Brand Tattoo Placement: Left wrist.

Assets and Bank Account: $4067 in the bank

Elliot is not the wealthiest of people, but he's certainly not poor. He owns a medium sized building in Eden, which serves as both his home and the headquarters of his one man investigative agency. He lives in the back of the building, its a compact living space relative in size to a comfy one bedroom apartment. He also owns a motorcycle which is his way around Eden. As someone that works in a sometimes dangerous business he always conceal carries a pistol, a M1911, old by today's standards but a classic for a reason. He also keeps a switchblade as a last resort weapon.

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Gang Affiliation: N/A

Occupation: Private Investigator

Sanction: Korven

Favorite Season: Autumn

Personality:

• Morally sound
• Compassionate
• Dedicated

• Depressed
• Pessimistic
• Cold

Elliot is an intelligent, caring human being. He's not as talkative or outright emotion as he used to be, but he still is a friendly person that tries to make the world a better place that come to him for help. He values intelligence and ingenuity, as well as honesty. There's too many liars in the world, even if he lies himself from time to time he tries not to make it a habit. While he knows his way around a gun he'd rather avoid killing anyone, he has enough on his mind already. Elliot feels for the downtrodden people, those that have been handed a bad card in life and wishes he could help those people out more. When on 'mission' he dedicates himself to the task, not stopping until he finds an answer, any answer. He's been known to take less then he could in monetary payment to help out people that hit a particular soft spot within him.

Though beaten badly mentally and emotionally by certain events in his life he continues to try to make something with his life. The intense depression often times gets in the way of that, but he always digs himself out of the hole before he sinks too deep into it. He's emotionally distant, rarely smiling or laughing, and avoiding large social gatherings. He doesn't have many friends, if any. In his spare time he often just walks the streets, silently, trying to get his mind in the right place. He can count on one hand the number of times he's remembered smiling in the last week. In recent times he's found himself looking at life very negatively, he tries not to get his hopes up that often, in fear of those hopes being crushed.

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Likes and Dislikes:

• Playing guitar
• Dogs
• Long walks
• The rain at night
• The stars in the sky

• Liars
• Alcoholics
• Hypocrites
• Crowded rooms
• The criminal gangs in Morvai

Hobbies and Interests: Some of Elliot's greatest hobbies include making music, playing his acoustic guitar and reading books. He also enjoys video games that he can immerse himself in though he has not played on in awhile. He's been known to wander the streets of Eden, with no real set destination sometimes. He's been known to frequent quiet bars and restaurants in the area, though he does not stay at those places very long due to his dislike of alcoholism.

Small Biography: Elliot was born in Eden, a few blocks from his current location in a crowded apartment building. His family was middle class, his mother a secretary for a well known lawyer and his father a cop in Eden, one of the few non crooked ones at that. It was natural that one day Elliot would find himself in the same line of work as his father, who was his greatest inspiration. His mother died when he was ten, leaving his father in sole care of Elliot and his younger sister, Julia. Elliot was by all regards a good kid who stayed out of trouble.

He was an average student, following in his father's footsteps in becoming a cop. He joined the local police academy and was one of the most promising future policemen there, his father's teachings what set him apart from many of the others. He would find himself becoming a full fledged police officer at the age of 22, serving in the district as his dad. His sister meanwhile ended up at a fancy college, on her way to becoming something greater, she always was the more ambitious one in the family.

Elliot witnessed first hand the chaos and crime within Morvai, including the corruption which filled much of the police ranks. As a newer recruit he could not do much to combat this corruption, even his father who was higher up the hierarchy could only do so much. He tried to be like his father, fair and honest, caring above all else. They were meant to protect and serve, never to abuse the power they were given. His outlook on life as a policeman would change towards the end of his fourth year when his father was gunned down in a drive by shooting, in broad daylight.

Stunned and rattled, he fell into an emotional spiral, breaking down in tears at his father's funeral. When he recovered the young Elliot put all of his time on finding out who killed his father. He was utterly unable to follow any trails or clues, his father had been killed by a powerful gang, having made himself a target by leading raids and mass arrests on The Hidden. The powerful gang had bribes tied up within the police ranks, forcing Elliot to formally drop the case. In his off duty time he continued the investigation, informally. Unable to use the resources allowed to a police officer, he could not figure out exactly who did it, other than finding several names with no locations pinned to them. This failure still haunts him to this day.

From that point on Elliot became a less optimistic man, being unable to fight the corruption within the police, only able to do what good he could himself. It angered and saddened him deeply, a grudge he'd hold against the other corrupt police. By the time he was in his late twenties he had met a girl, one of the most beautiful he could ever recall laying eyes on, Isabelle. Immediately smitten with her, the two eventually fell deeply in love with one another. When he was with her, life seemed happy, all his frustrations were gone, he was at peace.

She'd become pregnant with his child, and the thought of becoming a father delighted Elliot. He'd already decided to name the child after his father if it were a boy. Unfortunately, things would not turn out as he hoped, tragedy would strike once more. While he was out on patrol, their apartment was broken into and ransacked by thieves. Isabelle was killed by one of the thugs, Elliot was the first one of the scene, holding his wife's hand as she died with their child inside of her. This would be what sent Elliot down his current emotional path, a man that didn't have anything left.

The scum that had broken into his home were captured within a week, Elliot was filled with rage as he caught the one that killed his wife. It was a young punk, who needed a gang initiation by taking an innocent life. Elliot snapped and beat the murderer bloody, harder than he had ever hit anyone. Mercy was gone, this animal gave his wife no mercy. By the time his fellow officers had pulled him off the brutalized body of the man, he was beyond saving. Elliot had taken a life, it was not the first time he'd done it, but it was the first time he recalled feeling zero remorse.

He was dismissed from the police force following that incident. Elliot received no criminal charges due to the events surrounding it. Any mention of the killing of his wife's killer was scrubbed, for all the public knew it was just another gang banger that met a grisly fate on the streets. He dwelt in unemployment for several months, attempting to recollect his emotions. Then he decided what to do next with his life, trying to make a difference as an independent entity, someone who could help people and fit in the cracks which the corrupt police avoided or ignored.

It was then the Connolly Investigative Agency was born. He slowly began to get work, earning a reputation as a dedicated worker who always gave his clients a resolution. For the past nearly two years he has worked as a private investigator, finding the freedom of it refreshing.

Family Members:

• Daniel Connolly - father [deceased]
• Amelia Connolly - mother [deceased]
• Julia Connolly - younger sister

Relationships:

• Isabelle Connolly - wife [deceased]

Theme Song: Opeth - Credence

Appearance:

Name: Quint Casey

Nicknames/Alias: Most people call me Casey, or Case, or sometimes "Quinsey."

Age: 29

Gender: Male

Sexual Orientation:

Ethnicity: Caucasian

State: He has lived his whole life in Morvai, he has no idea where his parents came from.

Appearance Details: Quint dresses the way his job best requires. Plain, unassuming, unremarkable. Jeans, boots, t-shirts and a casual jacket are his usual attire, though he is known to dress to the occasion as his job demands.

Tattoos, Piercings, Scars, Other: An eyebrow ring on the right side of his face and a nose ring on the left nostril.

Brand Tattoo Placement: Left inside wrist

Assets and Bank Account: Now that's private...but let's just say he gets paid very well for his work.

Armory: Simple and reliable Beretta 92FS and an even simpler and just as reliable telescopic baton
Being that Quint avoids any kind of conflict and combat, he is often only lightly armed, opting to talk his way out of a tight spot or just run and hide. Nothing wrong with the better part of valor now, is there?

Gang Affiliation: Unseen, though not a member per se, he is one of the go to guys for his particular brand of delivery.

Occupation: Quint is a "mover". Somebody who knows how to get sensitive goods from point A to point B very quietly.

Sanction: Korven

Favorite Season: Autumn, the colours are pretty. Makes for good drawing.

Personality: Quint has the outward appearance of a laid back slacker. A guy who enjoys drinking, lounging and screwing. Underneath that layer though, you'll find a stand up guy who knows how to get the job done and is smart enough to not fuck with anyone. His first resort in a conflict is to find the peaceful resolution, but put his back against the wall and he might just wind up picking fragments of your teeth out of his elbow.

+Discreet
+Calm
+Protective

-Smart-mouthed
-Deceptive
-Prone to excess

Likes and Dislikes:

+Cold drinks
+Warm bodies
+A full bank account
+Good company
+Quiet, reflective times
+Drawing and sketching
+Straight talkers and shooters

-The Kings
-Baby farms
-Cheapskate clients who try to underpay him AFTER the damn job is done!
-Abusive motherfuckers
-Stupid motherfuckers
-Abusive, stupid motherfuckers

Hobbies and Interests: Quint's job can be fairly high stress. It's true that a proper job is pulled off without any complications, but unfortunately those complications do happen and they create significant tension. Thus you can imagine a lot of Quint's downtime is spend relaxing either in his modest apartment suite or drinking down with the regulars at the Floating Lotus. Another big part of his job involves waiting. Either to get through Customs or waiting for a Client. It's easy to let the anxiety of a job get the better of you in these instances, so Quint has taken to sketching to keep his hands busy. Hardly the kind of things that would wind up in a gallery, but he likes them.

Small Biography: Quint does not know who his parents were. He assumes they were killed, as he knows he was one of several babies rescued from a baby farm and raised in an orphanage. It was at a young age he cultivated his particular talent for smuggling and stealing. He was the kid who snuck in candy bars to the other kids once lights were out. Life as an orphan was far from easy, and without the guidance of a parental unit he often found himself lashing out and learnt the basics of brawling on the streets. Overall that life taught him to be happy with what he had gained as an adult and never demand more than what he thought was his fair share. It's one of the aspects of his personality that made him such a sought after Mover.
Beneath his stoic professionalism is a deep loneliness that he doesn't really know how to fix, so he drowns it in the company of friends and drinks.

Family Members: Quint has no known family, nor any desire to seek one out.

Relationships: Nobody wants to outright kill him, so I guess you could say he gets along well enough with everyone. Otherwise, asides from being sweet on somebody, he has no significant other or particularly close relationships. He mostly maintains professional relationships with clients both verified and potential.

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Name: Jolie Taylor
Nicknames/Alias: "Jo", sometimes "Bombshell"
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 140 lbs
Age: 34
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Ethnicity: Caucasian
State: Michigan

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Appearance Details:
Jolie is a flamboyant dresser, enjoying the use of colorful accents mixed in between tactical gear such as body-armor. Her gear is made up out of a mish-mash of different components. She'll use whatever she can get her hands on, looks be damned.

She enjoys showing off skin, partially because she's aware she a looker, but also because she finds it helps when dealing with the opposite sex. Show some cleavage, and most men are willing to add a few dollars to a contract.

Tattoos, Piercings, Scars, Other:
Jolie has a half-sleeve of a Japanese Koy covering her right upperarm.
Has a LEVEL-9 prisoner's band covering her upper left arm:

Scar from a stab wound located on her lower abdomen.

Brand Tattoo Placement: Right wrist

Apartment:


Armory:

Compact, simple, reliable. The Mk.III Suburu semi-automatic pistol is the latest in a line of very successful pistols. It is the pistol of choice for Morvai Security, as well as street-smart thugs who value reliability over flashiness. The Mk.III comes with a digital read-out on the back, giving realtime feedback on remaining ammunition.
Caliber: .45
Magazine: 12


Lovingly called the "Streetsweeper" by many due to it's fast rate of fire, the Makarov AS-12 is a shotgun capable of firing in both fully-automatic as semi-automatic. Its 12-gauge cartridges lends it unparalleled killing potential in the cramped streets of Morvai, though its effectiveness against body-armor is lacking.
Cartridge: 12 Gauge (00 buck, slugs, firebreath)
Magazine: 20 (drum magazine)

Gunbaton
WIP

Finances: $5.389 under a fake name

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Gang Affiliation:

HOSTILE | Former Morvai Security employee. Pretty much on shoot-to-kill terms with them nowadays.


FRIENDLY | Not officially affiliated with The Kings, though she has strong connections within the organisation. They have provided her with the majority of her contract work thus far.


INDIFFERENT | She has run a few jobs for the Unseen in the past. Usually for work where they require brawn over brain. She actually vastly prefers the jobs the Unseen offer over the Kings; but given her previous affiliation with the Kings they're less likely on hiring Jo.

Occupation: Gun-for-hire, muscle, bounty hunter, gardener

Sanction: Korven, closer to Lisden than Eden.

Favorite Season: Summer, less clothes means less concealed weapons. And people are less likely to wear body-armor throughout the entire day.

Personality:
*Reliable *Professional *Loyal | Hot-headed* Crude* Highly competitive*
Even before her exile into the bowels of Morvai, Jolie had a tendency to run her mouth. While always getting the job done, her superiors at Morvai Security often had to chastise her for the way she booked results (hint: it usually involved violence). Despite her violent streak, Jo has never struck out against those undeserving. While no hero, she does try to do good wherever she can.

She does however harbor a deep grudge towards those in Eden, in particular Morvai Security, after she was framed for a murder. For this reason, she's highly distrustful of anybody who has strong ties to anything related to Eden.

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Likes and Dislikes:

• Guns
• Drinking
• Bar brawls
• Money
• Loud music
• growing her own vegetables
• Cooking

• Anything Eden related
• Cpt. Tanaka of Morvai Security
• Drugs
• Thugs
• Being shot at
• Losing at pretty much anything

Hobbies and Interests:
Curiously enough, Jolie actually tends to a small garden plot on the roof of her apartment building. It's surprisingly rewarding to grow your own vegetables.

She also has a soft spot for anything pre-disaster related, it intrigues her hearing and reading about how people used to live before the world went to shit.

Small Biography:
You ever been in the right spot at the wrong time? It sucks, let me tell your that... But it's probably bad form to start at the end of a story, so let me rewind a little.

I was born to two drug addicted shitheads near the Lisden wall in Korven, whose dumbest idea was having me. I'm not going to tell you much about this, since you're probably already well acquainted with stories like these. Druggie parents abuse daughter, daughter runs away. The end.

With no job to my name, it was either turning to prostitution (dont get me wrong, sex is great, but I prefer picking my partners) or join a gang... I enlisted in Morvai's Security. Not exactly the Kings or Unseen, are they? Brutal stuff, that. But never underestimate the tenacity of a street urchin who's hungry for a meal.

I guess I'm what you'd call a loose cannon. I got my job done, sure, but it usually involved plenty of collateral damage. You'd think they'd assign me a deskjob, right? Yeah, well, I never did well with computers... Gives me a splitting headache. Plus, I did mention I delivered results, right?

Because of this, I was always butting heads with the Captain at the time... At one point even literally! Van der Beek was a strict man, always wanting things to go by the book. Honorable though. I might not have gotten along with the prick, but I sure respected him.

Fast forwards a few years and I got a call that there was a disturbance at Van der Beek's residence. The man lived in a pretty nice part of Korven. Not quite Eden, but close enough. Anyway, I got there and find the man; head splattered across one of those avant garde paintings he so liked. Before I could even call in what I was seeing, there were sirens blaring outside. Being the only one on the scene, I was detained.

For the record, I want to explain that until that point I actually still believed in some form of justice. I figured they'd soon find out that I wasnt the one who pulled the trigger. Why would I? So you can understand my disbelief when they apparently found my gun on the scene, and a bullet from my gun lodged in the wall.

I probably should pause here for a second to tell you about Abram Tanaka. Work with me here. Imagine the slimiest corporate executive you can. Good, you got the sleek hair? The suit? Those weaselly eyes? Now imagine that person working for a security firm with access to criminal databases.

Turns out I was the perfect scapegoat for Tanaka's fast track to the top. I'm a poor slob from Korven. I have records of violence. People knew about me and Van der Beek's clashing. Aka, the perfect goddamn target to pin a murder on.

The evidence was flimsy, but the judges didn't care; they were already in Tanaka's pockets by the point. So I was thrown into the LEVEL-9 facility. You know the one, where they keep the worst of the worst? You can probably imagine how much fun it is there as a person who put some of those fucko's behind bars. Had to train myself to sleep with one eye open...

Anyway, I was sentenced for life... Tanaka probably expected me to get shanked on the first night. Heh, wish I could've seen the fucker's face after still kicking it after nearly 2 years.

I got lucky, turns out the Kings had plans to bust out one of their higher ranking members. I simply took advantage of the chaos and slipped away. Turns out that thugs with actual urban combat training are quite wanted in Korven. Who knew, right? Plus, you know that LEVEL-9 brand? The one that pretty much ruins any chance you'd ever have for a normal job? Turns out it's quite the badge of honor around these parts. Not a lot of folk survive LEVEL-9.

Doubt Tanaka would dare to go after me after all this time, he's the last person who wants to see my old file opened up again. Pretty sure I'm officially declared dead hah! I haven't forgotten about the snake though and I'm not resting till I lodge a bullet in his skull.

Family Members: Jolie hasn't been in contact with her family since she ran away at the age of 17 and has no intention of looking these abusive assholes up.
Relationships:

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