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[Little Bill]

The Bombers

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.

The Razors

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.

[Little Bill]

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

[NuttsnBolts]

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_{N A M E}

Sammy

_{A G E}

Twenty Two

_{A F F I L I A T I O N}

33^rd Street Razors
(2 Years)

_{A P P E A R A N C E}

Sammy is a young woman with a slightly shorter than average height and a slim, yet defined, body build. For the most part Sammy will wear an oversized white singlet top that has a large, neon printed skull which takes up most of the front. Her shorts are made of a dark blue denim that extend only halfway down her thighs while the lower part of her legs are covered by a set of shredded stockings and tall, lace up boots. Around her wrist and neck are various types of jewellery and bracelets that she has acquired over the years.

Sammy wears a black Panther mask, which represents both her aggressive personality and desire to be stealth most of the time.

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_{P E R S O N A L I T Y}

In her younger years Sammy was a wild child, loving the idea of rebellion and fighting for a cause and freedom. Her family's abusive nature and lack of a role model meant she had felt this passion for fighting began to turn down the darker roads of anarchy and riots. With her sister and soul mate by her side the two of them believed that there was nothing in the world they couldn't do.

As times went on the teenage girls began pushing the boundaries of their freedom until they eventually got involved with a local car jacking ring to begin stealing cars for cold, hard cash. It was during one of their jobs that the vehicle they stole was rammed by a police unit and she so happen to watch as her sister died next in the seat to her. With Sammy spending time behind bars for both car jacking and resisting arrest, and her sister now 6 feet under, the girl felt as though her world was beginning to collapse around her. The freedom she so wanted was slowly being taken away and leaving her with nothing to aspire to and this emptiness was not helped at all when prison life treated pretty badly with the local thugs showing their full physical and sexual dominance over the small girl. It was during these dark time of hers that she learnt about the 33^rd Street Razors through one of their members and Sammy felt that their existence may offer her a new sense of belonging and 'hopefully' family.

The girl that once stood for freedom and fun died when she lost her sister and the time that she spent in prison reformed her into a hyperactive, aggressive member of society that simply enjoys violence in its raw form. One trait that survived her horrendous ordeal was her sense of loyalty, and this was proven by how she never gave the details of the group that she worked with before ending up in the slammer. A tactic that meant that she only received a minimum sentence since most of the evidence was lacking at best. This loyalty is a double edge blade for those around her and while she may go out of her way to protect the ones that she cares about, anyone one that turns against her will surely feel her wrath.

Sammy is a relatively clever girl and understands the complexities of the world, knowing full well that what she is doing surely is illegal. She doesn't have the best education and lack of a future outside of crime, but her street-smart and hands on skills are nothing to turn your attention away from. The rush that she gets from the violence and police pursuits simply outweighs any of the fears that one would have for breaking the law. She has a heavy dislike for authority forces and blames them for the death of her sister.

Within the Razors, Sammy is regarded as a key front line individual. Her skills and talents have given the group a huge advantage, both evoking fear into the general public and increasing their infamy ranks throughout the city. It has been rumoured that whenever she has been spotted on a job that things will more than likely turn chaotic. Just the way she likes it.

_{S T R E N G T H S}

» Transporter:

Sammy is both an excellent driver, learning her skills from a very young age, and quite adequate at breaking into a variety of different motor vehicles. She does have a Skeleton Key Set that was stolen off a locksmith and it is able to fit many different lock models, however it isn't completely reliable since she does not have the proper lock-picking skills and it will occasionally either jam in the lock barrel or present itself with too much difficulty to open.

» Violent Nature:

Whether this was bought on by the violent childhood she endured with her parents, or how she witnessed her twin sister die, or the drugs that she took to cope with this loss, the result is quite simple. Sammy simply loves violence and doesn't fully know what it is like to live without it. She believes people owe her and will go out of her way to force them to cower if she believes she is being overpowered.

» Sneak:

One of the perks of learning how to break into cars, and the occasional home was that Sammy learned how to stick close to the shadows. As violent and loud as she may be, she knows exactly when to keep quiet and hide away from those that may be searching for her. This can be a huge advantage when she is able to pounce on an unsuspecting victim.

_{W E A K N E S S E S}

» Depression:

Sammy doesn't fully understand it, but she suffers from various different forms of anxiety and depression. She believes that simply overpowering another individual is a way to counter these feelings, but she doesn't know that it is slowly eating away at her. A few times she has flicked the needle wondering if maybe she should double the dose this one time and end it all, but it is usually her fear of loosing her friends that prevent her from doing so.

» Wanted:

The local police department have several warrants for the arrest of Samantha ________ for a variety of crimes. Because of this whenever she is involved within a high profile incident she usually has the risks of drawing in more police than initially expected.

» Paranoia:

It is unsure whether this developed through the experiences she had or the increased use of drugs in her system, but Sammy is a bit of a scaredy cat. Fears of being alone, around too many people, betrayed by those that she trusts, ending back in prison. The list goes on and through some logical and illogical fears, making her at times a bit paranoid about her surroundings.

_{L I K E S}

» 1985 IROC-Z Chevrolet Camaro:

This is the current love of her life, a vehicle that she obtained only about two years ago after being released from prison. When it is not in use she tends to keep it locked up within a secure garage that only her and a few others know the location of. That is also because the garage is used to store various other vehicles that have been stolen so the serial numbers can be ground off and and replaced with fake identities.

» Her WW2 Trench Knife:

This Trench knife was given to her by a mutual friend when they visited a pawn shop. The grip and design of the weapon allows her to have a firm grasp on the blade while reducing the risk of being injured by any mishaps. The handle itself acts almost like a set of brass knuckles and can be used to cause any blunt force trauma when the situation requires it.

» Sex and Violence:

Sammy can be a huge tease when she wants to, flirting and gaining the sexual attraction off many others, both male and female. She likes to trap them in a web of lies and deceit for she doesn't know where the line between sexuality and violence should truly lie. Because of this she will become aroused and euphoric during an act like strangulation on either herself or her victims and anyone that has slept with her usually walks away with new scars and bruisings.

_{D I S L I K E S}

» Rules and Laws:

Sammy is a free spirited individual that doesn't like to be told what not to do. If she wants to steal, fight, and abuse her body then she doesn't need the law to tell her that it's not the right thing to do. For this same reason she has a dislike for police and take the fight to them if she ever feels that she is being oppressed. If there ever was a riot, Sammy would be front and center either leading the way and causing destruction, or on the sidelines watching the world burn around her.

» Death:

As odd that it may be that a girl of such a violent nature may dislike the concept of death, but for her death is just one step closer to feeling eternally lonely. She still mourns her sister's passing and can go out of her way to save someone if she honestly cares about them.

_{R E L A T I O N S H I P S}

Sammy is a twin and during her younger, non gang years both her and her sister would venture out at night to cause various juvenile problems for the general public. One of their favourite pastimes was car-jacking and they would often steal an innocent bystander's vehicle either through simply breaking in or by brute force. It was during one of these nights that her sister was accidentally killed when Sammy's vehicle was rammed by a police unit. The distraught girl watched as her sister breathed her last but was never granted any closure due to being taken immediately into custody and sent to juvenile detention/prison for 5 years. It was there that she learnt about the Razors and upon being released she ventured down to The Grotto in order to join.

_{T H E M E}

Bate Rigason - Pink Feeling

[Kalas]

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^{A G E}
- Been holdin' it down for Twenty-Three years now.

^{A F F I L I A T I O N}
- You know I'm about that Razor life!

^{Y E A R S}
- I'm one of the oldest members of the gang and the longest serving. I've been a Razor for Eight glorious years.

^{A P P E A R A N C E}
- I'm rockin' a Wolf mask, 'cause I'm a top dog and bitches know when they see that shit, I've got a squad backin' me up.

- I stay trim, well-worked, ripped, whatever you call it, man. I wouldn't say I'm on some Hulk level, but I used to swim a lot growing up and I used to practice martial arts.

- My garms are always fresh. Like my pops always said, "You gotta look the business to handle business." A bright, pastel, linen suit usually does the trick, with matching colour boat shoes or occasionally loafers. Sometimes I like to switch shit up, though, with a white button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up and some vibrantly coloured suspenders, finished off with a pair of chinos and some converse. Oh and don't forget the fingerless, leather gloves for when I'm throwin' down.

- Machetes are my thing. I've got two of 'em. They're well-used, sharp and they're named Sasha & Lucy. Hey, if you get on my bad side, I might just let you meet them.

^{P E R S O N A L I T Y}
- I'm brash, kinda loud and pretty bolshy. And if you don't know what that last one means, then I ain't gonna tell ya', 'cause that's what I'm like.

- I like the idea of loyalty. It's comforting to know when someone's got your back. But it's also kinda strange to fully submit yourself to someone else like that. So I guess I am loyal to some degree, but you won't see me taking a blade for nobody.

- People tell me it doesn't pay to be manipulative, but I find that it sure as hell does when you're good at it. And I mean I'm good. I used to only be that way with women, but I was naive back then. Now I use it as surely as I do with either of the Girls (Sasha & Lucy).

^{S T R E N G T H S}
- I'm quick. Quick on my feet, quick to run my mouth and quick-witted too.

- I can kick some serious ass. I'm a physical specimen, I'm trained in Muay Thai and Taekwondo and I have two fucking Machetes. Who in their right mind is gonna fuck with that? Only dead men. That's the answer.

- Manipulation, man. I'm all about that. But not the shady, behind-closed-doors-trying-to-incite-someone-to-waste-a-bitch type of manipulation. I'm talking straight up to your face, telling-you-what-you-want-to-hear-so-I-can-fuck-you-over-later type of shit. Some people don't like it but how else are you gonna get ahead, standing tall and honest so some shady fucker like me can slip some steel between your ribs from behind? Hell no, it doesn't work like that.

^{W E A K N E S S E S}
- Shit man, what is this? Group Therapy?

- Alright, I guess I'll say some stuff. I'm not easy to get along with. Things are usually my way or the highway. I'm very stubborn and I hate having to give up something that's mine.

- I'm hard to trust, 'cause everybody thinks I'm gonna fuck them over. Which is true, I probably will at some point, but the rest of Razors know to stay out of my way. And if you're out of my way, you're not a target. Simple as that.

- Okay last thing. I'm a fiend for the white stuff. Charlie, Sniff, Bugle, Packet. Whatever you wanna call it, man, I'm down. It get's me going and I probably take way too much of it. Not enough to have me clucking for it but let's just say that I'm angry less when I'm on it.

^{L I K E S}
- Spaghetti Bolognese. I love that shit.

- My tricked out 1984 Ferrari Testarossa. Straight outta Miami. Fucking. Vice.

- Speaking of which, I love that show. Maybe not the whole 'Cop thing' so much, though.

- Fucking swearing. Can't get enough of it.

^{D I S L I K E S}
- The Bombers. Okay that was an easy one.

- I hate garlic bread. People need to stop eating that shit.

- I don't like it when people don't like the way I look or dress. Not that I'm insecure at all, I think I look fucking amazing. It just pisses me of if other people don't agree.

- Loud motorbikes. I've got music to be listening to man. I don't need them loud, motherfuckin', washing machines rollin' past and waking up everybody in the neighborhood.

^{R E L A T I O N S H I P S}
- Sasha & Lucy. And I ain't talking about my blades you sick fucks. I have these two birds that I see regularly, they don't know about each other and I intend to keep it that way. I don't actually remember their real names, so I named them after my machetes.

^{T H E M E S}
Perturbator - Miami Disco

[The Scotsman]

Name
Maxim
Age
20
Affiliation
The Bombers
Appearance
Maxim is of moderately-tall height and well-built with a good definition, standing around 5'11" and 180lbs. He wears a black leather A1 flight jacket on top of a plain white cotton undershirt with dark blue slim (not skinny) jeans and black leather trench boots. His mask is reminiscent of this, but a lot more realistic and with bloodshot, wild eyes. Each step Maxim takes is a deliberate step, and each turn of his head is careful to deliver the maximum impact. Maxim is a deliberate man.

Maxim

Personality
Maxim is, by all accounts, a gentleman. He keeps his apartment clean, he polishes his shoes, he winds his watch every morning as he witnesses the sun breaching the horizon. He'll pay for the old lady at the grocery stores shopping, and he tips generously. He does none of this for recognition of praise, but because he believes that the world needs a higher class of man. He also kills Razors mercilessly because they are not even men. They are filthy rats who thieve, rape, kill people who shouldn't be involved in this. They are a lower class of human, and The Bombers are, frankly, the best way to ensure a calm can be brought over San Marzano, to ensure the little people can live peacefully with a helpful eye guarding them.
Strengths

• Maxim is one of The Bombers' top enforcers. He takes pride in managing to perform the job with minimal effort and time, and is continually used due to his skills and work ethic.
• He is also an excellent short-term negotiator. Maxim has a skill where he can convince you that what he wants is what you really want too, whether it is during interrogation or what is everyone getting for the next round.
• Maxim is incredibly street, and in this world that includes people too, smart.

Weaknesses

• Maxim follows The Bombers' and his own personal codes very strictly - almost too strictly, most people would say. This causes conflicts of interest often among other members.
• He is not the ideal candidate for an all-out gang shoot-out. Maxim is best used effectively in one-on-one's or ambushes, where the situation at hand is very much less flexible.
• A glass of Macallan 25 neat.

Likes

• Loves music that is generally cut from a far different cloth from anything the traditional Bomber would listen to, anything classical or melancholic/downbeat is up Maxim's street.
• His ageing pet dachshund, Mandingo, is his favourite thing. He was given to Maxim a few years back when an old colleague was injured on the job, and passed care of Mandingo to Maxim before passing away shortly after.
• Romance movies, as some see him as a little too sentimental for his own good sometimes.

Dislikes

• When someone breaks the code of human decency - beating women and children, thieving from old people, anything that a stereotypical dickbag would do, Maxim deplores it.
• Anything that could be considered 'lower-class'. This ranges from rap music, to mindless fart jokes, or even wearing tracksuit bottoms outside in public.
• Cats.

Relationships

Theme

Themes

This and this. They both fit the profile of Maxim well and I couldn't choose between them, so I didn't.

[Esoteric]

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Name Sybille

Age 20

Gender Trans-dimensional Butterfly (Female)

Affiliation 33^rd St. Razors (Four years)

Appearance

The first thing one would notice about Sybille, is she has the body to match the personification of the sugar glider mask she wears. She's short at 5'4, lithe with small limbs and smaller womanly assets to boot (34B/25/32 respectively). Not the kind of girl you'd look at twice typically. She's well toned, leading an active life, and leaving only hints of baby fat. She frequents the use of nail polish in strikingly bright colors and usually adorns a piece of jewelry at the least. She also frequents the use of flower, or sweet fruity scents. Her skin is pale white, like the color of freshly fallen snow, and nobody is quite sure of her ethnicity other than most likely Caucasian.

Her left arm is covered with a vibrant array of flowers in bright hues of pink, red, and purple accented by twisting green vines set on top of a backdrop of crystal blue waters. Her right arm mimics the same scheme, and both sleeves end at her wrist, flaring out just slightly in a smooth, transitional stop. In the upper center portion of her back in large, pink neon is the symbol for her gang "33^rd Street" above and slightly left of "RAZORS" in a jagged, graffiti style bordered in white. The piece appears to be set in a bed of red flowers, with a discarded teddy bear lying tangled in the plants. Recently a small sugar glider has been added poking out of the "O" of "Razor".

Additionally there is a small wreath tattooed around her left ankle, yet more flowers, the tattoo is pencil thin. It's set with every color of the rainbow and woven with even thinner vines of green and golden leaves. In a stark contrast of black, the letters "T.R." are the largest feature of the tattoo, each letter about the size of a quarter. Nobody knows the meaning of these, but she's had them before joining the Razors.

Sybille can always be seen wearing vibrant colors, usually skirts and blouses, sometimes alternating with slim, form fitting dresses usually cut in a way to leave her legs unhindered, or pants. She favors the colors Pink and Red, usually neon bright, for her love of pink and to show dedication to her affiliation with the Razors. She flat-out hates wearing gray. She doesn't much favor high heels or shoes of their like, rather preferring a good pair of sneakers or maybe flats if the occasion calls for it, but never anything with a heel more than an inch or two. She also has a love for shin high socks or boots.

Personality

Sybille is a bit strange for her position in the Razors. When she's working, she is serious and resolute in her plans. Failure is punished and incompetence more so. She's built a reputation, and to the outside world she's portrayed as mysterious, somewhat vicious, and a little sadistic, at least by those that have felt her sting. Those who don't know her are often left feeling worried, doubtful, or anxious as she manipulates in subtleties and riddles. In fact, the portrayal of her character and how she actually dresses is such a startling contrast that it seems to unbalance people. Though she's never made any pretense of assuming the image of the character behind her name. In actuality she's silly and eccentric. She's best described as whimsical and excitable, at least when she's not mad, working an angle, or being impatient (which she often is).

Within the Razors she somewhat a beloved mascot mixed with a ruthless manipulator and drug baroness, among dabbling in other things. But mostly just. Definitely drugs. If there were a system of ranking, she'd be up in it, though instead she maintains a level of respect and a following of other members who seek to gain her favor and rise in popularity themselves. Often compared to a spider, she spins webs from the shadow, but has a deadly bite. She's a quick witted strategist with an eccentric personality and at times even stranger tastes in all things. Lacking strength, she'd rather be faster, and more cunning than her predecessors, rivals, or opponents.

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.

Sybille's Fangs

RTX7 Lightning

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.

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Sybille's Theme

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N A M E

Skav

A G E

Nineteen

G E N D E R

Androgynous

A F F I L I A T I O N

The Razors.

Y E A R S W I T H G A N G

Four

A P P E A R A N C E

When one thinks of Skav, they may think of their mask first. Huge, feathery, all seeing. The crow symbolizes mystery and life, a trickster blessed with discovering destiny and intelligence. The dark feathers that form from crown to neck don't appear to have a visible seam when connected to Skav's head, leaving most to assume that the mask either attaches at the shoulders OR Skav is actually a disgusting crow-human hybrid. He's fine with both assumptions. They all just add to the mystery that is Skav.

Body wise, they are an assortment of twists and angles. Sharp shoulders, normally hidden below a thick leather jacket or colorful and ratty sweaters, lead way down to angular arms and spidery, beautiful hands. His body is a plain of flatness, with taunt, tan skin that stretches down to from long and powerful legs. Skav is a study in survival; bore form a hard life and brought up by the strings of their boots, and such evidence of that is made real and possible when one glances upon his bare flesh. Their body is marred in old, white scars and new clusters of scabs and bruises, and every lanky or skinny corner is buried deep behind thick, long sleeved sweatshirts and sweaters and tattered jeans. They’re tall enough to appear intimidating despite their lanky shortcomings, standing at about 6’3” when not slouching or seated behind the wheel of his Qrow.

Skav moves with the motivation of a senior in high school. Apathy literally pours from every cell, shown through sluggish ambling an a prominent slouch that only ever goes away when Skav feels the need to get serious. Skav never runs anywhere unless necessary, finding it both a waste of effort and a sign of fear or weakness. Slow walking, with hands shoved deep into their jeans' pockets and head high to the sky, is how Skav usually shows up to gigs or fights, looking both relaxed and electric depending on the situation. One their knuckles are visible and their posture more serious, it is evident that Skav isn't one to shy away from a hit. Bruises line their fist, along with the old memories of broken bones and twisted tendons. A past leg injury also becomes clearer half way through a brawl, when Skav may slow to twist their hip a certain way in an effort to not show off a rather noticeable limp.

As for accessories, well, Skav is never seen without a cross dangling from his right wrist. The golden bracelet has since been worn to an off-silver, splotched black with grime or blood or other substances not worth mentioning, and it acts as a reminder to most that Skav is indeed a believer of Heaven (even if their actions say otherwise). Their nails are always painted a vibrant pink, and a scratchy '3' is tattooed into their forearm, along with a few Russian and Filipino sayings.

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P E R S O N A L I T Y

Secrets are made to be kept, and Skav has many, many unspoken thoughts. From the story of their family, to the origin of their name, every single little thing about Skav is hidden in someway, be it behind thick clothing or unseeable faces or glossy and fake words. Skav shoulders countless secrets, and is willing to keep others if offered because his shoulders could do with a bit more weight, but in the end these thoughts are jus made to make Skav feel unknowable and lonesome. Secrets are made to be kept, and Skav is prepared to keep himself hidden away and mysterious until he is put into the grave.

Despite being a little secretive rat for the most part, Skav has a tendency to be confrontational and rash, especially to those who threaten him or his gang. His loyalty is deeply rooted and even one sour note sang from the mouth of a stranger could lead to a verbal or physical brawl. Even if he is quenched with apathy for the night, too drunk or stoned to move, if something seems amiss or if someone thinks to lie to them Skav will be prepared to sober up and stand up for himself or whoever the opposite party is trying to rile up. His observant nature makes this scene play out a bit too much, perhaps, but Skav will assure everyone it's "for the good of the group". Liars are often the focal point of Skav's aggressiveness, because Skav can't stand those who cannot be one hundred percent truthful to them. Honesty may be their only policy, but is one of the few good traits Skav likes to show off in the presence of others.

Even if Skav is a bit sharp around the edges, there are some gentle sides to them. Religion may be the most notable one. Skav takes every Sunday morning off to go to weekly mass, perhaps in an attempt to pray away their sins or just to feel one step closer to something that is as unknowable as they feel. To them, God is as real as can be, and to them, God ignores their very existence but that's fine. Just praying to a benevolent force for an hour can quell the anxieties that may spur during the week. Other than that, Skav is usually drunk on Fridays and horribly sober on Saturdays. Their voice carries an apathetic tone most of the time, and they seem to have a bit of insomnia when everything is a bit too peaceful.

S T R E N G T H S

☯ Observation

"The eyes of a hawk", or, in this case, the eyes of a crow. Skav is best known for his sleuthing and spying abilities, being able to seemingly perch in a secret spot of their own to keep a close eye on those worth watching. Skav is one who watches thinks before acting, finding it much safer to attack once they know their enemy's weak points as well as strengths.

☯ Dirty Fighting

Got a bottle to the back if the head? Some gravel in your eyes? A knee right to the balls? Then you're probably squaring up against Skav, the quickest, dirtiest fighter around (or so they boast). Using their keen eyes and general gifted sense of direction, Skav takes his time to check what possible environmental wounds he can inflict on his opponents. Of course, this means he spends a few extra moments plotting out his course of action, but it'll be worth it once he has a hand around the muzzle of a mask, ready to take down who ever dares to confront them.

☯ Transportation

Or, as others see it, "street racing". Skav adores his Camaro not because it's fucking gorgeous (though, that's half of it) but because it speeds up fast and hard when ever he needs it too. Skav's a fan of speed races of course, but when it gets time for serious driving he seems prepared. He knows his car AND the city like tha back of his hand, and is always willing to take transportation jobs if ever asked to.

☯ Luck

Skav, in general, is a rather lucky fellow. Now, gun shots don't just magically bounce around them like they've got some sort of luck-shield or something, but Skav seems to be blessed with the uncanny ability to find loose change in gutters and pretty necklaces left behind in parks.

W E A K N E S S E S

☠ Physical Endurance

Skav isn't the best at managing their energy nor the amounts of hits they take, and because of this they can often be put down quickly in a fist fight. Running or fighting or exerting energy for long periods of time puts him both in an awful mood and sometimes a hospital bed. This fact has also granted them a weak constitution, leaving them to get sicker often (especially after a night of boozing and partying).

☠ Superstitions/Horror

Okay, honesty Skav is a bit of a wuss when it comes to horror stories or ominous surroundings. They adore the downtown area's lights and music, but always seem to tense up when faced with a particularly narrow and dark place like an endless alleyway or an abandoned warehouse. They also seem to rely heavily on luck, and becase of this Skav takes his time in making sure he doesn't step on a crack, trip under a ladder, or pick up a face-down penny.

☠ Attitude

Skav has the tongue of a crusty old drunk and the temper of a three year old. He is quick to irritate and even quicker to set off on a tangent if forced, and Skav is able to go on and on in a verbal fight until they eventually cry themselves out (or, scream rather). If one would like to take on a headstrong and reckless Skav, then the best way to do so would be to get on their nerves.

☠ Bees/Hornets/Wasps/ECT.

Actually, Skav just has a fear of anything that has more legs than himself. Be it ants or spiders or beetles or centipedes, Skav hates them all the same and seems to react wildly if one decides to land on any available bare skin. This fear was spurred during a childhood accident where Skav accidentally stepped into a wasps nest. Thank God they weren't allergic, but in the end he was left with glaring emotional scars and a fear that just won't leave him be.

L I K E S

♱ Alcohol; both sweet and fruity and hard as shit. Skav will ingest any kind of colorful and bizarre tasting liquid as long as there is some kind of brewed substance within.
♱ Neon lights, neon signs, neon colors. They drive Skav's eyes crazy and for some reason they just can't look away. This infatuation with bright colors is notable in Skav's sense of fashion.
♱ The Qrow. Pronounced "crow" (Skav just likes to spell like a tool), Qrow is Skav's trusty 1969 Chevy Camaro and is souped up to holy hell. They treat it like a child, and will at times be found whispering to it when anxious.
♱ The Father, The Son, and The Holy Spirit, for obvious reasons.
♱ Reading, mostly pleasant YA novels and a few biographies. It's a secret past time that not even Skav's closest mates now about probably.

D I S L I K E S

♱ Blaspheme, again, for obvious reasons.
♱ Drugs; pills, and smoking. Skav prefers his habits to have the constancy of water and the possibility to bite him in the ass in the morning.
♱ Liars, cheaters, and people who chew with their mouth open. Skav likes to say that there is a special place in hell for all three of these offenders.
♱ Buzzing noises, because of his incurable fear of bees. Even the slightest feeling of something brushing over his arm or the threat of a fly coming too close can send him into a pulse-stopping panic attack. It's a nasty curse he carries, really.
♱ People prying, whether it be over their gender or their past. Most just end up with a mouth full of fist if they try too hard.

R E L A T I O N S

O T H E R

Skav's weapon of choice would be his stainless steel butterfly knife, which he always has on his person no matter what.

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N A M E

Blue

A G E

21

G E N D E R

Male

A F F I L I A T I O N

The Razors

Y E A R S W I T H G A N G

Blue has been with the Razors since he was eighteen, though up until recently, he’s been a rather passive part of it.

Growing up is never easy - especially so for a scrawny, little Korean kid living in San Marzano. Born out of wedlock between his druggie mother and an absent father, the young Blue spent the first few years of his life within the walls of a crack house, surrounded by people who spent most of their time passed out in a pool of their own vomit. He’d never gotten much in the way of formal education, only having went to school up till fifth grade, but hey, at least he stayed there long enough to learn how to read, write, and count.

Blue doesn’t like to talk about it, but he used to have an older half-brother. Keyword: used to. He was seven years older than Blue, already well into a crack addiction by the time he’d even heard of it. Blue didn’t get into the habit of using till he turned fourteen, when his brother dropped a plastic-wrapped 8-ball of meth in his hands. An early birthday present, he said, teeth bared in a shit-eating grin.

Two months later, they found him dead, overdosed on a badly laced batch of crack. The city police came and took him away; didn’t say anything about the distinct lack of parent, nor the glassy, red-rimmed eyes of Blue, obviously not caused by crying.

Left to fend for himself, Blue followed in his mother’s footsteps and took to the streets, loitering around street corners, offering “favours” in exchange for money. Climbing into strangers’ cars and scuffing his knees on filthy asphalt became second nature to him, though it was all he could do to put it to the back of his mind.

And then one day, he got careless, caught by a plainclothes officer when he went out too early in the afternoon. Blue had sauntered up to the him, high off his mind, purring in his ear, asking whether he needed a little extra spice in his life. Blue was sentenced to a twelve month-minimum hold in a juvenile detention center, quickly lengthened to fourteen when he tried to wrestle the officer that removed him from the courtroom to the floor, and once again to sixteen when they found him giving a blowjob to one of the cafeteria workers.

When Blue finally got out, he went right back to what he was doing before. The addiction that ended within the walls of juvie caught up with him faster than he’d liked, and there was only one thing left he could do. He supposed it was inevitable, really, when one of his customers decided he didn’t want to pay, and when Blue demanded he fork out the cash, things went south real quick. Broken and bleeding, he stumbled onto the front steps of the Grotto, where he stayed until the wee hours of the morning.

Believe it or not, after that, the Razors took him in. For a couple of months, he followed other members around like a lost puppy, watching and learning about how things worked - an errand boy of sorts - eventually getting involved in drug deals himself. It wasn’t an easy process, even landed himself in prison once or twice, but he got through it, as he always did.

A P P E A R A N C E

Blue isn’t the tallest, nor the the most intimidating of figures. He stands just a hair off 5’6”, with lean muscles and light olive skin stretched over a lithely built frame. Much like how an animal puffs itself up to ward off any potential predators, Blue has taken to doing the same with his appearance. His skin is peppered with countless tattoos, though most of them are rather poorly done. To name a few, the words ‘INHALE’ and ‘EXHALE’ are tattooed on his thighs, two black X’s just above his navel, a crudely drawn crown on his left forearm, a smiley face on his right hand, and a small heart on each of the first knuckles of his middle fingers.

He wears a mask depicting a hissing, green snake - its forked tongue and pointy teeth testaments to the venom-spitting Blue. As for how he dresses, well… “skanky” would probably be the best word to describe it - quite possibly a habit leftover from his streetwalking days. When he’s not out on business, he favours anything made of leather; leather jackets, leather pants, leather chokers, combat boots, you name it. Other times, loose-fitting tees paired with booty shorts (yes, booty shorts) or ripped jeans are his go-to choice. He definitely tries too hard, but because he likes to think he’s an expert at these things, he somehow manages to make all of it look effortless. Much like his personality, his voice is particularly loud and somewhat grating on the ear. While he says it’s to make up for the muffling effect of the mask, he’s always spoken like that, even before the phenomenon swept across San Marzano.

If there’s anything Blue hates, it’s standing up straight. Of course, addressing his posture could probably help with the whole 5’6” situation, but it’s far too much effort and he doesn’t wanna. Most of the time, you’ll find him standing with his shoulders rolled forward, hands stuck in his pockets as he snaps and snarls at anyone who looks at him wrong. Apart from the collapsed veins lining the insides of his elbows from shooting up one too many times, fading bruises are visible on the surface of his skin. They’re mostly from getting thrown out of clubs after getting a tad too drunk on jello shots and picking a fight with some guy twice his size, but hey; live fast, die young, right?

P E R S O N A L I T Y

With an ego bigger than his rather unimpressive frame, and a penchant for telling people to fuck off, it’s easy to peg Blue for a textbook case of Small Dog Syndrome. Naturally, this means that he isn’t the most pleasant person to be around. Though this isn’t to say he’s all bad - just that he’s hard to like (much less to love, but don’t tell him that). While he might not be the brightest, nor the most knowledgeable, he is a good judge of character, and it takes little time for him to classify someone. He is particularly good at thinking on his feet, but doesn't often give much thought to long-term consequences.

The guy is, by nature, extremely impulsive, both in the things he does and the things he says. As far as he’s concerned, life’s too short to sit around let shit just happen, it’s all about the now, and how you handle the people and things that surround you. If he likes something, chances are he’ll let you know it, and if he doesn’t, well, he’s never been shy about voicing his opinion in that matter as well. Suffice to say, he has a terrible habit of mouthing off and getting his ass kicked. He doesn't abide by the rules, he doesn't play fairly, and he certainly doesn't let anyone think they can get one up on him. Try as he might, he’s never really had the best poker face in the world, and it tends to give him away more than not.

Interestingly, while he has a rather obnoxious habit of grandstanding, he has very little tolerance of the habit in others. Blue frequently admonishes others to get to the point. But with a keen wit, a penchant for absurdism, and a horrifyingly macabre streak, you get the sense that he always has a snicker hidden at the corner of his mouth, even in the worst of situations. You know shit’s gotten pretty fucking heavy when Blue gets serious and loses the grin. Completely indifferent to major events unless they directly impact him, he has never met a boundary he wouldn’t cross. He’ll go to bat for you if you make him laugh, if he likes your style, or if you have something that tickles his fancy (cigarettes, ugly puppies, and cheeseburgers, just as an FYI).

S T R E N G T H S

▲ Blue is resourceful, able to think incredibly fast on his feet. While his long-term planning isn’t quite up to par, he’s quite proficient at making split-second decisions that rescue him from sticky situations.
▲ While some people might be held back by such petty things as “dignity”, “morality” and “self-respect”, those are three things that Blue has long since abandoned. If something needs to be done, you’ll be damned well sure he gets it done no matter the cost.
▲ Blue is a stubborn son of a bitch, and his endurance - both physical and mental - is definitely something to write home about. He can take a hell of a beating, pushing through it with bruised ribs and bloodied teeth, though it’s an easy enough matter when you’ve been through the shit Blue has.

W E A K N E S S E S

▼ Blue has a tendency of letting his emotions get the better of him, clouding his judgment.
▼ While he’s lightning quick on his feet, he isn’t the best in a fight. He’s never been formally trained, and it shows. Blue fights like his life depends on it - and most of the time, it does - clawing, biting, going for soft spots whenever possible. He isn’t afraid to resort to dirty tricks, either, even if some might call him a coward for it.
▼ Diplomacy is a huge problem for him, and he has a terrible habit of saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. This has already gotten him into trouble more than he’d like, though it seems kicking the habit is a task easier said than done.
▼ Long-term consequences escape his notice, and he doesn’t pay much thought to how his choices might pay off or hinder him in the long run.
▼ Blue is an addict, and he sinks a substantial amount of cash into feeding his drug habit. Needless to say, things get ugly when he doesn’t get his fix.

L I K E S

✔ Money, cars, clothes, and any sort of material goods he can get his grubby little hands on. After two decades of getting dealt a shit hand, he’s grown incredibly materialistic. Blue’s pride and joy is a secondhand VFR Interceptor he got for cheap. It’s not what you normally see amidst the roaring muscle cars characteristic to the Razors, but it’s much easier to get around on a motorbike.
✔ Food. It doesn’t matter what kind of food it is, though he does seem to favour anything deep-fried. It’s kind of a miracle that he doesn’t weigh two-hundred pounds by now, given his borderline ridiculous eating habits.
✔ Animals - everything from a slobbering Rottweiler to a glassy-eyed goldfish. What can he say? They’re infinitely more likeable than humans are, and much easier to understand, too. Who wants to fuss with interpersonal relationships when a trusty dog by your side could do the trick?
✔ Getting drunk and/or high. He doesn’t think there’s a drug in the world he hasn’t true yet. Not long after he finished his eight-month sentence, he began indulging his old vices. He’s not in as deep as he used to be, but he’s getting there.

D I S L I K E S

✘ Coffee. Blue hates the stuff, and he finds it hard to believe anyone actually enjoys it.
✘ Open/unlocked doors. They make him feel like he’s being watched, like anyone could just barge in, and it’s bad enough to keep him awake the entire night in a state of paranoid vigilance.
✘ People who think they’re better than everyone else. It’s kind of hypocritical - considering all the shit-talking he does - but all the same, there’s nothing he hates more than arrogance, especially when it comes from those who don’t deserve to place themselves on a pedestal.
✘ He doesn’t like sleeping in beds. Whenever he needs to conk out, he’ll do it in a bathroom - in the bathtub, more specifically - or on the floor if the former option isn’t available.

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

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O T H E R

Blue’s weapon of choice is a simple switchblade. It’s not the biggest, nor the most intimidating, but as they always say, it’s what you do with it that counts.

T H E M E

The Dead Weather - I Feel Love (Every Million Miles)

[Barrett]

_{Anything that gets your blood racing is probably worth doing.}

✯ 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

[Undine]

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[Sabotage]

Theme

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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.

[Rekaigan]

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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

[MoiraEl]

⚜ N A M E ⚜
Regina
⚜ A G E ⚜
17
⚜ G E N D E R ⚜
Female
⚜ A F F I L I A T I O N ⚜
The Bombers
⚜ Y E A R S W I T H G A N G ⚜
1

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

▲ Popular

Regina maintains a tight knit group of friends and a large circle of acquaintances outside of the gang. They come from all walks of life and many are more than willing to do her favors from time-to-time. It's no surprise that, with this large group of friends, she's learned how to keep them her friends.

▲ Financially Stable

Between her father's business and her work on the side, Regina always has money to fall back on. She's usually never found wanting and can afford plenty of goodies for herself and those who associate with her.

▲ Hits like a Girl

Regina's weapon of choice are her knuckledusters, steel, and stained neon blue like her bike. Often times she doesn't realize her own strength, as her friends can attest.

W E A K N E S S E S

▼ Financially Stable

Having a steady flow of cash doesn't come without it's disadvantages. Regina has never known poverty and so she's largely disconnected from the struggles of her fellow gang members, many of whom may envy her well-to-do status.

▼ Beginner Rider

Regina is young yet and generally an inexperienced rider. Her bike is slow relative to some of the other Bombers and she's not as graceful, but she can get from point A to point B.

▼ Party Girl

Regina can't resist a good party and usually goes totally overboard. With heavy partying comes heavy drinking comes heavy hangovers and when the parties are every weekend, Regina is usually feeling the side effects.

▼ Newbie

Regina hasn't had long to get accustomed to gang life, but she's fought some and isn't too bad at it. She's still got plenty to learn about the finer aspects though.

L I K E S

✔ New Wave, though she’s hesitant to admit it
✔ Her neon blue and white Yamaha SR250
✔ Lesbian fiction
✔ Cats, especially the alley cats that live by her restaurant in the Southside
✔ Works of Marx, Kropotkin, and Mahkno
✔ Cakes, pastries, etc.

D I S L I K E S

✘ Heights
✘ Suits and the men who wear them
✘ Men, for the most part
✘ Skirts
✘ Rats, mice and spiders

R E L A T I O N S H I P S
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T H E M E
Call Me - Blondie

[CaptainCaptcha]

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

[jaybreezy]

Name
Jay or just "J"

Age
Twenty-one

Affiliation
33rd Street Razors

Years with Gang
Three

Appearance
Jay stands at 6'3", weighs 215 lbs, and is slightly muscular. He's black and Mexican He's known for his tight, white shirt that shows off his muscles and abs. His shirt has a large rip on the right sleeve, somewhat of an homage to the Razors. Jay has a pair of black jeans, a pair of generic black and white Converse with it. He wears a white G-Shock watch that he values, given to him by his slain older brother. He wears a silver necklace with a cross on it. As for his mask, Jay wears a fox mask.

Personality
-Jay is your trickster. He likes to manipulate people, especially when he knows it'll be easy. He makes himself seem nice at first until he gets what he wants. After he gets it, he'll make sure you regret it.

-Jay takes pride in his gang, not letting anyone talk shit. He stands up for his gang at all times, getting pissed off when it's shit-talked. A popular rumor is that he's cut the tongue off of someone who was talking shit about the Razors.

-Jay is a fighter by heart, not stopping for anybody if he's winning. You'd have to pull him off to stop him, even that won't stop him for good. He's also a natural shit-talker, instigating most of his fights. It's quite ironic that he can dish shit out, but won't take it from anyone.

-Jay can't stand seeing one of his Razor members going down. And if they die, that'll mess him up psychological. He's a hard-ass in public, but cries himself to sleep often. Years of seeing family die in gangs takes its toll on him.

-Jay hates when children or innocent women are hurt/killed. He deems it unnecessary, especially if it's from gang related activities. He has voiced his opinion on this plenty of times.

-Jay has no problem speaking his mind on things, whether it be suggestions, complaints, or even just talking to his comrades. He's real chatty with his friends.

Strengths
Charisma
With his natural trickery, he can talk people into almost anything. He's an excellent salesman, incorporating comedy and for the sake of the gang, slightly overpriced goods to those dumb enough not to check. He's been successful in bribing some corrupt cops as well, gaining a small bit of leniency with some cops.

Intelligence
Skilled with many forms of mathematics, especially algebra. Altogether, Jay is a pretty smart guy. He knows how to apply chemistry to gang related activities. He's basically a bank account as well, able to keep track of everyone's cash, know who owes the gang and how much, and even knows how to charge interest.

Getaway Driver
He knows the city like the back of his hand, able to navigate around and find quick shortcuts, make quick detours, and give directions with ease. Jay is a pretty reliable driver. A side "hobby" or his is street racing, making some extra cash on the side. He's been able to evade police chases almost with ease, able to shake anybody chasing him. He can drive at high speeds with great control, never really crashing even when under pressure.

Mastermind
With his high intelligence, charming charisma, and his amazing driving and navigation skills, Jay is a powerful piece to important jobs/crimes. He thoroughly thinks his plans out, writing complicated outlines of what he wants to happen. Usually when he's given the task of organizing a job, the Razors should get a good result in the end.

Weaknesses
Cocky
Jay is really overconfident. This has led to him being jumped from bad deals, being arrested, and even almost being killed. Even his "mastermind" plans have backfired from his personal hubris. He often gives police a chance to catch up, let a fighting opponent get up, or even let someone swing first without moving.

Rage Monster
Jay is a hothead, easily angered, and will lose his temper fast. He's ruined deals and meetups like this, and it's bound to happen again if nobody helps keep him under control. Jay is hard to calm down when he's enraged, and it's not pretty when he's raging.

Pothead
Jay frequently smoke marijuana, sometimes getting too high to realize what the hell he's doing. He's smoked before jobs, during jobs, during fights, and he even managed to smoke in the back of a squad car. Well that's just a rumor.

Injuries
-Jay has a weak right knee, a spot that'll take him out of a fight when hit. Jay got this injury in early childhood, tearing his ACL playing basketball. He never gave his knee the proper treatment, resulting in a weak ligament. He'll go down quite fast when attacked on this spot. He's given away huge hints when he's fought or ran, rubbing his knee when it hurts.

Team Player
-Jay doesn't fare well alone and relies on at least one to four people travelling with him. He gets really nervous and paranoid alone, not trusting his surroundings.

Sloppy
-Jay is sloppy with his fighting, crimes, and cleaning. He's left people beaten, or dead, out in the open before. He doesn't really understand police can track you down pretty easily. He believes he'll be fine if he just lays low after a risky job.

Likes
33rd Street Razors
This is his only family that'll accept him. After he was kicked out of his house, he joined in for good. Everyone in the Razors is considered a brother of sister to Jay. He'll ride for the Razors, he'll die for the Razors. That's how it is. He'll stop at nothing to protect his comrades.

1986 Mitsubishi Starion
This is Jay's baby, a car he bought after saving money for years. He doesn't let anyone drive it but himself. He bought it off his uncle, the last bit of family that didn't kick him to the curb. He isn't big on changing the look, but the engine has been worked on a lot. This car is fast despite it's simple look. This car has a lot of good memories in it, some bad memories too.

11" Italian Switchblade
The only weapon in Jay's arsenal beside his hands. He usually uses the knife for empty threats more than actual fighting, but he's used it before. He has a small habit of flicking the blade out, just to hear the sound.

Dislikes
The Bombers
Jay absolutely dispises the Bombers. He finds them stuck-up assholes who think they're better than anyone. He hates how they view the Razors and loves to fight against them. He's known to start problems with any members he finds.

Deals gone wrong
Nothing pissed Jay off more than a deal that ends in no profit. He will usually get pissy and either attempt to rob or attack someone who rejects his business, but not all the time. He also hates when it ends in disaster, especially when he meets with a narc or a cop.

Cops
Pigs. Fucking pigs. Jay has a hatred for cops, especially the ones who actually do their jobs. He's had multiple run-ins with law enforcement, often getting arrested or chased. He likes to cuss cops out or just assault a random officer occasionally.

Relationships
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Theme
Asheru - Soul

[DJAtomika]

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

Cole

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."

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Volcano by Woodkid