[CHAR] Spray

[Sam12435]

Name: Kacey Spade

Title: Free

Age: 21

Appearance:

Kacey

Personality: A quiet guy, isn’t one for being friendly to people that he doesn’t have a connection to. But once you become his friend, then he will do whatever is required to keep you safe. He has a simple outlook on life and wishes only for freedom, and so he strives to offer that to everyone he can. He is a big fan of the idea of anonymity especially around new people so he tends to keep his gas mask on at most times, since it helps him spray, contains his drive HUD and keeps him from being recognised.

Bio: What can be said about Kacey. Growing up in the slums makes thing hard for a kid, especially in times like this. While the other kids were working or running around, Kacey would just sit and stare at the clouds as they wafted over head, forming amusing shapes that would enrapture Kacey for hours. It was when he was 10 that he finally saw something different. After watching the clouds for years he thought he had seen everything there was to see, all the birds and all the shapes. That’s when he saw it. A mural on the side of a building that in an instant captured everything he had ever felt. Bright and vibrant colours, the likes of which he had never seen. The whole thing was amazing, but one part drew his attention the most. Right in the middle was the word “Free”. That was it, but to Kacey it was everything. So Kacey decided he would learn how to paint. How to make art that might affect others someday.

And he did. He worked long and hard and became one of the more known Taggers around the city, until one day he disappeared. No one knew what happened to him, so most just assumed he had been taken to the Hole. But he had been recruited. He had become a member of the Ratpack and had been working towards the end goal. After about 2 years, he has been put to the task of recruiting some new members, so he took to the streets and found some interesting possible members. He left them all letters and invited them to meet at an old warehouse. He now sits in wait for the new possible members to arrive.

(Intentionally a bit vauge since he is basically the story NPC )

Art style:

Art!

Extra: Kacey is an adept mechanic, working mostly to fix and modify his and his friend’s Gears. They don’t always look very pretty but they are effective. He is a bit of a Gear dork, often getting distracted from his goal to study someone’s gear and offer them a tune up. He loves watching the sky any time he can, and spends a lot of time listening to music. He can be quiet, but if you get him talking about Gears you would be lucky to stop him from there.

Gear: His gears are somewhat of a homebrew effort, looking a little like they were stuck together with super glue. They are roller-skate styled, and despite the appearance they are very effective, despite being somewhat slow. They are a Gear with a relatively normal engine, but part of the momentum of the engine is used to direct power the drive. It has been specially modified to allow for longer use, maximising battery life by using the motor as a generator as well as propulsion. It allows him to use a more powerful drive that he uses mostly for climbing vertical walls.

[GreenGoat]

Franceska "Speed Demon" Dunvichov

Name: Franceska Dunvichov

Title: Once called Demon, Ghost, Vampire or other similar themed names by different people due to her mostly appearing after dark and after her pale complexion, but is now most commonly called Speed Demon.

Age: 17

Appearance:

Franceska wearing custom clothes and red contacts during her nights out.

Personality: Aggressive, boisterous and extremely prideful, those words were used often to describe her by those who knew of her. Franceska did not care one whit about risks, odds or even sometimes common sense as she throws herself into danger constantly. She did not really care about the cause however, for she was more in it for the thrill. However, her prideful nature did not allow her to fail, or do anything less than what she said. If she said she was going to topple that water tower, that water tower was going to go down one way or another, even if she has to use herself as a cannonball. It also leads her to develop a need to feel superiour to others, often training/learning about anything she felt insecure in, though that very same pride also leads her to deny that it was anything less than her own natural genius.

With her family however, Franceska would often be seen as bland, boringly normal if rich, girl. She deferred to her father often, submits to most of his orders or demands, and is seen by the community her family is in as a very obedient, polite and quiet girl.

Bio: Unlike most of the taggers, she was not born to a poor family down in the slums, she had not known hardship, nor had she even known hunger. Franceska was born to the upper class, she lived luxuriously with her every(mostly) whims answered. Any sort of luxury a young child could want would be handed to her on a shining polished silver platter, as long as she behaved and be daddy's obedient little princess. Her only problems was usually following lessons, and trying not to embarass herself during one of her father's extravagant parties, where lower leveled kids in lesser family would be facing down hunger, poverty or more.

Her life was white.

Unstained, beautiful, and utterly boring.

There was barely any excitement to be found in her sheltered life. She had tried getting new hobbies, and each time she grew bored of it sooner or later. It was then that she found out about those taggers. Franceska had heard about them before, but never had she actually known what it was they do, until she took a walk one night and saw them in action. She had froze there for a few moments, her eyes appraising their work, wondering what it would be like to actually do what they did. Like the good girl she was, she called the authorities on them, and was praised for her actions.

A few weeks later however, she snuck out after dark, wearing custom gears and clothes she had made herself(mostly).

She had no name, no real presence in the tagger community at the time, but her simple geometric shapes of bold bright colors with clean well defined lines started to catch attention. Every time she went out using those gears, wearing those clothes, her heart pounded like crazy, afraid she would be caught, and enjoying every moment of absolute freedom regardless. The few who met her dubbed her simply as Ghost, Vampire or other nightcrawling creatures, simply because of her schedule and her disappearance during the day.

By the time she had started to become known amongst the taggers, she had managed to install twin verniers on the front and back of her Gears, and after learning how to utilize them properly was mostly known as Speed Demon to most. While she still ran and was known to run the shadows solo, she was not averse to running with other groups, mostly Discord members due to her affinity with their cause.

Regardless of who she was with, who she met, or who questioned, she had never revealed anything about herself, nor had she even offered her reasons for being a tagger. While she could act freely and so openly that it was almost unthinkable that people would compare Speed Demon to the timid Franceska, she was still afraid any sort of information she leaked out could lead to her being unmasked. Thus, most who knew about her would only know her nicknames and her tagger history, but not where she came from or who the person behind the nickname was.

Thus, the letter from Packrat waiting for her at her usual haunt was quite a surprise; she would think that no organization would want anyone with their background unknown.

Art style:


Extra: She is an insanely great dancer, and due to her upbringing, she is in great shape.

Gear:

Gears

While she'd say she made all this from scratch, Franceska actually dismantled a top line commercial blades, and added heavier and bulkier housing, tweaked the engine, and added in twin verniers to the front and back of the Gears. Due to that, she can jump from a dead stop to top speed or vice versa in a matter of seconds as well as a short speed burst when needed. Due to the bulkier and heavier housing needed for the verniers, her Gears are hardier and much more durable, though it was only a bit faster than average due to the weight. Activating the verniers drains the Gears' power reserves quickly, so it was not really practical to jet them constantly, hence her usually using it in short bursts. The Drive's controls are usually on her belt, in the form of a small controller on the side. That same controller also displays the Drive's energy levels by ways of a simple numerical interface.

[Stekkmen]

Laura "Smiles" Adam

Name: Laura Adam

Title: Smiles

Age: 31

Appearance:


Personality: Sarcastic, dry, and with a spell of dark humor, Laura isn't exactly someone you might expect to be a Tagger. Older than most of her "profession", Laura doesn't really see graffiti as a way of self expression anymore, more as just a way to piss someone off in the upper city. Her pessimism is learned, as optimism, hopefulness, and youthful rebellion just seemed to get her burned. Now, her tags are lazily done, her spirit is diminished, and she's wondering why she even got this letter in the first place. Rough around the edges might be a phrase that could describe Laura. What with always blowing smoke in your face, being dismissive of other people's concern, and swearing very fucking frequently; her outer layer is sarcastic and apathetic, but underneath is a layer of bitter hatred for the system she lives in and those who created it.

Bio: "Smiles" used to be an appropriate nickname, as there usually was one playing at her lips. Her jests could seem mean, but were usually light-hearted jokes with her friends. She ran with her own miniature group of taggers, doing it more for the exposure of the city than anything. Ratpack was a big influence on her in here late teens and early twenties, and it's who they wanted to be like. Their signature tag were big, round smiley faces that appeared 3D laid atop whatever beautiful background they felt like doing that day. But apparently, they slipped up somewhere, went too far, because one of them were shipped off to the hole. A casualty among them, the group decided to not have their sacrifice be in vain. But that wasn't the end of it. One by one, more of their members vanished off the face of the Earth. As their numbers dwindled, depression and paranoia set in. Everyone in the group stopped tagging, but still, they were found and sent to the Hole. It was just Laura and another woman left at the end, but she overdosed on heroine, and Laura sat in her apartment alone waiting for the police to come and take her away.

But they never did. Somehow, out of all her close friends, Laura was the only surviving member of her group. Her group that formed out of a few close school friends who wanted to strike back against "The Man" gone, and only the one who used to go by "Smiles" was left. They were doing good, too. They had a reputation. The "Faces" as they were called, because of their tags, were one of the more successful smaller Guilds. Some may have even heard of them. Alas, they're all gone, except for Laura.

She became a wanderer, picked up an addiction to nicotine, and lazily spray painted a mockery of her previous Smiley Faces tags, just a pair of black dots with a curve underneath. For a long time, she became a petty thief, donning a mask to hide her identity and contributing to what make the Slums, the Slums.

Apparently, the Ratpack had heard of her exploits as a younger Tagger, and sent her a letter to meet at a warehouse. It's been a while since she really gave a tag all she had, and while she convinced herself she was going just to see where this would all lead, she secretly hoped this could get her out of her slump as an artist, and a rebel.

Art style:
Her and her old guild's style:
Current "Art style"

Extra: Always carrying a pack of cigarettes.

Gear: A Gear that has long since fallen from grace; nicknamed "Jumpstart" by her old crew, her Gear is an older, well-made model in poor shape. Now slower than newer gears, with less jumping and gliding distance, her only real advantage when it comes to her Gear is what got it it's nickname. When she's wearing Jumpstart, she can tap her heel, toes, then heel again on the ground with her right foot, than pushing off, Jumpstart gets a huge boost in speed. While she may not be speedy or maneuverable, her starting acceleration is usually massive. It's useful in things like fist fights, where she can boost forward and sock someone in the mouth.

Her Gear doesn't have a hand based controller, as it's only controllable function is it's boost ability. Everything else she just shifts here weight and balance around to control.

[RedXCross]

Rowan "Nitrous" Ackley

▚ ROWAN ACKLEY ▞ 23 ▚ MALE ▞

▛ NITROUS ▜

PERSONALITY

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Bold, vibrant and passionate; Rowan lives in constant admiration of art and its conception, specifically with the perfection of geometry. He will constantly discuss the brilliance of art and treats art as though it is of divine origin. He can come off as manic and over-the-top most of the time, but getting to know him shows that he's simply incredibly passionate about art.

The downside to his love of art is that sometimes he can be distracted by the creation of everything. Copying other styles bores him (unless it's the perfection of geometry) and he can come across as hypercritical sometimes even when they're hoping to offer constructive criticism or advice. Most of the time he loves listening to other people discuss their art and hearing where their inspiration comes from, but his artistic adoration means that he is kind of clueless in other hobbies or interests. Pop culture, music, television... it all flies over his head. He learned to control his almost compulsive mania about order and symmetry by learning how to code and work with computers because they require absolute order and logic in order to operate.

Most of this adoration leaves to contemplation. Rowan spends many a night staying up late contemplating his position in the world and the frustration that comes from the apathetic, blank, whiteness around him. He's trapped in this bland place, and the ingenious ideas in all people are often crushed by oppressive capitalist government systems.

Rowan often misreads moods, so he tends to kill the mood in happy moments, and often tries to be humorous in the worst of moments. In art, they are brilliant at interpretation, but they cannot read people for the life of them.

Essentially an insomniac workaholic perfectionist who hates leaving work unfinished and praises Taggers for bringing art to this bland existence.

BIOGRAPHY

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Growing up in the slums meant a world filled with chaos, fear, and disorder, but Rowan managed to find a way to fit into the puzzle. He grew up with his mother and father on the lower side of town, and both his parents were continually attempting to find ways to get better jobs in the city. His dad was an IT professional, but most of the money he made got thrown away into gambling, and his mom would work as a contracted saleswoman for a dying company, and it was easy to tell that the money they were making was not going to be enough to move them anywhere.

Eventually, his father's gambling caught up to him. Unbeknownst to the rest of his family, he'd amassed a serious debt with a local gang, and they were not kind when it came to collecting. He was eventually dragged away by them and killed, and then that gang proceeded to take everything that their family owned.

His mother told Rowan that there was usually a reason for everything, and that there could always be order found in the chaos, and so he dropped out of school and started working at a family friend's decrepit computer parts store around the age of 16 just to have a chance of keeping their family afloat. His mom eventually got let go, and for a long while Rowan was the only source of income for their incredibly small apartment, even though he'd rarely go home. He'd work late, sometimes going 24 hours without stopping, and then he'd manage a website he began online that would sell art prints and other items that were less-than-legal.

It was one day when he was browsing an old site that was pushed to the deep web that he saw an art piece that spoke to him. The geometry behind it, and the perfection of its shapes enthralled him so much that he proceeded to follow in the footsteps of the artist in his free time. He'd read books on everything from cave paintings to abstraction to Dadaism, but nothing seemed to speak to him more than what he referred to as "divine geometry". When Taggers moved by his neighborhood, he knew exactly what he had to do. He hid his face behind a mask because he wished for his art to speak for itself, and not for his own artistry to speak for it. The way he mastered straight lines with spray paint became an object of fascination in places as his "glyphs" (as he called them) would appear.

That attention is what brought a letter to his hand one day, and who knew? Maybe they saw what he could do with a computer too.

ART STYLE

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He's obsessed with straight lines and geometry, a curious style that can be difficult when spray paint is your medium.

GEAR

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His Gear are laced with bright neon lights, and when he speeds through the night neon trails spiral right behind them. They're a little beat up in places, and the circuitry within them is sometimes apparent through the hard, clear structure, but they're mostly home-made with left over parts from the computer store and other more industrial materials. A unique feature is that slamming down on one heel will cause the wheels to retract so he can walk normally, and the other heel actually shoots spikes out from the soles so that he can stick to hard surfaces. He can't really move at all when his shoes are stuck (except to push down to release), but it really helps him get the angles he needs on certain art pieces. Otherwise, they're great for acrobatics and for the most part fairly durable, but being submerged in water will roast them. Rainy days are alright, but speeding into a puddle may require a lot of re-circuiting.

Extra: He's fairly decent when it comes to repairing computers and mild programming. He's built a site that sells art and cheaper computer parts (among other things) and drinks a lot of coffee.

Without Mask

[Karkinos]

{ Original Art }

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♥ Full Name: Minette May Quinn

♥ Age: 19

♥ Appearance: Lean young woman of gold-brown complexion with a thick net of dreads hoisted off her forehead. Below her neckline and, most notably, along her thighs are dashes of sunspots and some slight hyperpigmentation. Abstract tattoos dance up her right arm and the dark mark of a beast's fangs stains her upper back. She has ear piercings—two on her right ear—and one just beneath her bottom lip. Identifiable by her Rastafari-esque "mane", blended preference of urban and risqué fashion styles and strapped with double pleather belts, always clutching spray cans.

♥ Personality: Feisty, frisky, fearless; Hyena is a permissive, self-proclaimed troublemaker, a nuisance gleefully up to no good, always. The promises of tagger life are everything she could ever wish for: independence, passive rebellion, expression, and thrill. She is a girl alight with flame and spontaneity, yet what fuels that drive seems to be nothing more than a callow yearning to piss people off. Hyena excels at being both approachable and unexpectedly apathetic, drawing "friends" forward like insects to a streetlamp, before bounding off so fast that the playthings in-question only just realize she's gone. Hyena is both a bright-eyed individualist and an aggravating bond-breaker who rebukes all ideas of authority, an attitude that could be entirely rooted in naivete and a rebellious refusal to adhere to anyone. During confrontations, however, Hyena tends to spin it as girlish indecisiveness, although she is is no champion actress. Very obviously, there is an underlying level of conniving beneath all the cuteness she plays up, though saying she isn't impetuous is also a mistake. Hyena loves risk and will almost always take the precarious route unless someone acts as her safety net.

♥ Bio: A somewhat-enigmatic figure on the tagging scene and highly infamous for her tendency to "guild-hop". There have been Hyena spottings amidst all of the slum's big three, playing along, before vanishing from their ranks weeks later. Her involvements were always short-lived, though many professed she'd came back around to Dichotomy on multiple occasions. At the moment, however, she seems to have gone lone wolf, likely for her own safety; whether the gang leaders hate her is of their own accord, but many of their subordinates openly loathe Hyena, seeing her disloyalty as offensive and downright destructive to the way of life they defend. Hyena is a tagger on the run from her own peers, though if the magnitude of the matter has any impact on her, she hardly seems to bear it. In fact, her explosive images draped all over lower Confiance are all tagged with her full signature, as if to say, "Let them come!" Her audaciousness could very well be her downfall. Nonetheless, someone amidst the Ratpack must have though fondly of the little firecracker who, after receiving the inscrutable, ebony-black message knew immediately what her next plan of action was. Her infamy must have been undermined by something else for it, through some web of connections throughout the city, to land in her hands. That or she dealt for it.

How Hyena even appeared in the slums is debated. Some stories cast her in a nasty light, though drug use is a greatly common trend. Another is the idea that she originated from upper, aristocratic Confiance, and Hyena herself carries an air of newness to her that strongly supports the theory. The details of her transition from there to the slums are, however, indistinct. The most widely-accepted story among taggers is summarized as follows: Minette Quinn and a couple of cohorts—likely friends or family members—were apprehended for possessing cannibis and were forced to flee detainment by evacuating to the slums. Hyena doesn't appear to have any relatives accompanying her so it is assumed she was the only one to ultimately resist arrest. If the story is majorly true, Hyena has been living in the slums for nearly a year. She likely brought prior art experience with her; whether she pursued it as a career option or simple hobby in upper Confiance is unknown but very probable. Even still, her style is a lot less complex than many more senior taggers, though it is still distinct in its own respects.

♥ Art Style:

Hyena's art is bright and broad, murals spanning entire walls. She turns every gang territory into her canvas with her gamboling, psychedelic designs. Her style is greatly cartoonish. Occasionally the characters she depicts are more distorted and abstract in shape, but are always identifiable nonetheless, usually resembling an animal and always having some form of eyes, mouth and nose. Hyena has been known to tag more political works as well, depicting politicians and pop personalities in contorted, exaggerated forms, but never seemingly to make a statement, only to mock and deride. Her work takes relatable subjects and turns them into darkly-attractive characters, more sweetness than substance.

♥ Extra: She has a penchant for hip-hop and club music, usually "classics". As she says, "Music has the future has gotten even worse!" A decent dancer who is determined to master break-dancing; no where near that point. Again, a pretty mediocre actress, though she is a good rapper. Never writers her own lines, however. Abysmal songwriter. She is a naturally fast talker too and tends to have to repeat herself, especially when reminiscing or just being excited. She gets enthusiastic about a lot of little things that likely seem puerile to other people. Likes window-shopping and street food. Simply touring and observing is enough to satisfy her. She tends to let her mind wander and oftentimes forgets people's names or even that they've met at all. Cannot put a face to a name. Quick with everything she does and dislikes having to spend a lot of time on one objective. Blazes... I mean, totally doesn't!

♥ Gear: Built like inline skates with an orange and black color scheme and overall intended for speed. Whenever the gear senses a shift in gravity, it adjusts by folding its wheels inwards and allowing the drive to take over propulsion while still carrying out the movement, allowing the user to make otherwise impossible vertical climbs until their momentum dwindles. The gear relies majorly on the user's control as the drive is relatively weak, being an older model. Other than permitting temporary gravity defiance, it can occasionally manage a boost of acceleration. The gear is so old and, arguably, outdated, it comes without any additional method of control, so the bursts of speed can be sporadic to new users. Hyena herself has gotten a grasp of how to get the extra boost to kick in at just the right times; it's ultimately dependent on applying just the right amount of pressure.

[KiritoAsuna]

Name:Dax Alabaster Slade

Title: Anonymous 'anon'

Age: 22

Appearance: Dax wears dark clothing usually a hoodie or a trench coat on the outside. As to keep his identity secured he wears a mask that covers the lower half of his face from the nose down.

Personality: Dax is an insane and loner individual. He hangs his life on the edge always ready to fight the system. He never misses an opportunity to tag something and slander the corporate hotshots and government heads.

Bio: Dax spent his whole life in down in the slums. Everything was hard and from the very bottom of the human food chain living in poverty, it was easy to notice how bad the world around him was getting. As a young kid Dax starred out by drawing random symbols on paper. As he grew up he began taking spray paint and actually going out at night and publicly placing tags, and art, as he prefers to call it, all over the slums and even in the upper city. With the creation of the drive engine everything became limitless. By age sixteen he had upgraded his attire. He gained some gloves and shows equipped with drive engines that would help him reach greater heights and outrun the government police. Dax is not a factioned artist. He doesn't believe in any form of control. In his opinion the gangs are no better than the government so he chooses to stick alone. No one really knows who Dax is let alone his name. Everyone knows his look and his insignia though. Infact, that's how he got his letter. One day he went up to the upper slums for a touch up job since the governments clean up crew had tried to paint over his artwork. There on the ground was a black envelope with his nickname on it. He opened it and read the letter. He took the invite with a shrug but he went anyways. That's where we are today.

Art style: Dax's insignia or "calling card" is a distinctive question mark usually large in size to attract a lot of attention. Underneath which the words 'Question Everything' will always be found written. If you look somewhere near by there will always be something large and distinctive that trys to expose some form of government corruption. It will always be something different but there will be a small question mark as a signature. This is how the tag name 'Anonymous became created.

Extra: as a hobby and also to help with escape Dax is a free runner.

Gear: His gear consists of a pair of drive capable gloves that allow him to climb walls and catch grip from long falls. And a pair of drive engine running shoes that allows him to run fast and they are equipped with a hover pulse that allows for long distance jumps and soft landing in high falls

[SheriffLlama]

Parker Dupont

Face

Name: Parker Dupont

Title: Skyscraper (This name was earned because she climbed the second tallest building in the city with no harness or equipment and tagged the top window)

Age: 15

Appearance: When tagging, Parker wheres a dark green jacket with the hood drawn, and a black respirator so that she doesn't inhale the paint fumes. Her mask and hood also serve to conceal her identity. Underneath her disguise, she has long, bright red hair. Her skin is pale, but lightly freckled. She stands at a towering 5'2 and weighs a whopping 110 pounds. Being rather small often leads to people not taking her seriously and often blowing her off.

Personality: Fitting of her bright red hair, Parker is very energetic and very hyperactive. This can be seen especially when she is nervous. She has a habit of talking to herself and rambling when she is under stress, and at times can be a bit annoying. Despite that, she is the kind of girl that's very hard not to love, as she's nice to people and cares about her friends.

Bio: Parker grew up with her mom and her brother, until her mom passed away when she was six. When the government tried to take them to an orphanage, she ran away with her brother, and they took to the streets like many people left without means to support themselves.

Being a sizable guy, her brother made money off of wagered street-fights. While he fought, Parker worked random jobs anyone would hire her for. She started tagging when she was eleven, working only with spray paint she found in dumpsters. She'd always been a good artist, but she really got good when she started spraying. People around her area grew to recognize her style, but she wasn't known like the big guilds. People just saw her as a kid with nothing better to do.

The day after her fifteenth birthday, she climbed the second tallest skyscraper in the city at midnight, and painted her mural on it, big enough to see for blocks away on the ground. She reached the bottom of the building and almost escaped, but law enforcement caught up to her. She'd been arrested and was being dragged away when two people came from the shadows, took down the officers, and set her free. They left her with nothing but a letter that instructed her to meet at a warehouse.

Art style:

Black and White

Especially attributed to the fact that black paint is cheap, Parker's art mostly consists of black and white sprays. Her most famous spraypainting, which she did atop the second tallest building in the city, depicts a little girl, losing a balloon in the shape of a heart. This represents the government depriving the population of creativity, which is the heart and soul of a community.

Extra: Since she has nothing in the area of physical prowess, Parker relies on her size, or lack thereof to allow her to slip through spaces undetected. While she may be weak compared to everyone else, she is in very good shape for her size. Added to this, she is very quick and agile. As displayed by her feats atop the skyscraper, she is a very good climber, capable of improvising her way through routes.

Gear: Parker rides an old, but functioning mono-board. It's gears allow it to propel at high-speeds. The wheel is also loaded with hydraulics that allow her to jump her board up to six feet in the air. Being rather old, the board has no controller, but is rather controlled by leaning in all directions - foward to accelerate, backward to decelerate, and to either side to turn.

[Teddiplier]

Grey Bismuth

Name

Grey Bismuth

Title

Neon

Age

18

Gender

Demiboy
(he/him)

Appearance

Like shown above. When out and about, doing his spray painting, he likes to wear black clothes with neon on top (along with his neon mask).

Neon Out and About

Personality

Bubbly - Like expected from such bright colours, Neon is very cheerful and happy most of the time.
Comedic - He likes to hide his pain and distract others from theirs with witty comments and terrible puns.
Kind - "Be kind, for everyone is fighting a battle with know nothing about" is a quote that Neon follows. He goes out of his way to be generous and giving to those in need.

Bio

Grey was more fortunate than most people. After all, he wasn't born in the slums. But do not underestimate him, for life higher up doesn't always necessarily mean "better". Up until age five, his life was alright. His mother taught him on her own, and he was pretty smart for such a small child. But when his mother died when he was seven, his life completely flipped.

His father turned on him, lashing out at him. He was called things along the line of "a freak" and "a he-she-it". His father believed that Grey didn't even deserve to have his own room, and needed to be punished. He was moved to live under the staircase, and was put to labor from dusk 'til long after dawn. And his father seemed cruel, and never forgiving. If Grey was too slow, slept in, spoke out, or any other thing that his father did not approve of, he was given hits.

Through all of this, Grey found a way out. An escape. Usually when he was working, he could see some of the buildings that had been tagged. This often got him hit, for stopping to stare slowed him down. Sometimes, on nights when he was supposed to be asleep, he would sneak out into the city to tag his own buildings. Whenever he did this, he found such joy and happiness that he didn't know he had left.

One night, when he had snuck out and was skating back home, someone skated past him and hit his chest. Grey fell to the ground, and found that he had been given a letter with the Ratpack symbol. Opening the black envelope and reading its contents, he knew at once what he must do.

He did not go home that night, and has never been back since.

Art style

The best part of his art, is that you can see it crystal clear at night against the blank canvas of the white metropolis. He loves to put teeny tiny "drawing" of a piece of bismuth somewhere in everyone of his paintings. It's a little daring of him to do so, since he shares the same last name with the metal.

Neon Art

Extra

Grey had never had time for hobbies, but he can (like most if not all other taggers can) climb buildings with ease. He loves to make small drawings on walls in the slum sectors as well. His favourite time for tagging is when he tagged his father's penthouse with the words "They GREYed out our lives."

Gear

Skates

They aren't really special, other than the fact that they can go pretty fast and jump longer. Just your standard Gear skates.

[Sam12435]

NPC tab!!!

Okay so any NPC's that are important will show up here, so that we don't mistake them for PC's.

Data

Name: Samantha Jones

Title: Data

Age: 20

Appearance:



Usually wears a blank purple mask that lights up to cover her face, as well as a full navy outfit to help her blend in at night.

Personality: Data is a very bubbly and outgoing person, but can have a short temper at times. She is the type to sit around and drink for several hours without much consideration of the consequences, but when she becomes focused on a goal, she works her hardest until it’s completed.

Bio: Samantha was born in the upper city into a life of luxury. Her father was on the city council, so she was never short of money. She could have whatever she wanted whenever she wanted it and no one would dare tell her no. As she grew, she started becoming more interested in art. Her parents tried to steer her away slowly, but that only made her want to paint more. She was so interested in what colours and shapes could show if you took the time to see them. Eventually people started noticing her abilities as a painter, and rumours started surfacing of her being a tagger. These rumors, while untrue, were enough to scare her father. He took a more serious approach towards controlling his daughter and started beating her. She stopped painting soon after.

As time passed the rumours died down and her life continued as before, but her father had discovered that there was a far better method of keeping her in line that being nice. He started using violence to get what he wanted, to get her to act the right way, to say the right thing. She was in hell. So one night when she was 17, she ran away. She wanted to get away from the hate that her house had become filled with, but she unknowingly stumbled into something far worse. She ran and ran until she had made her way all the way down into the slums. There were sirens in the distance and the place seemed to breathe with an air of danger. It was then that she was help up by a group of thugs. They demanded her wallet, but she didn’t have it. They didn’t believe her and slashed at her with a knife. It ran down her face and cut her eye, before one of them held a gun to her head. In that moment, they threatened to kill her and it seemed like no one was going to help.

She closed her eyes and prayed, and she heard a bang. Then another one, and another one before silence. She stayed like that for a while before opening her eye to see that the group of men was on the ground and there was a man standing there. He was about her age, a little older and appeared to be injured. She ran over to see that the man had been shot. He asked if she was okay, and all she could do was cry. A few moments later more people joined them and they carried both her and the man to another location and saw to their injuries. After a few hours she went in to see the man that had saved her and just asked him why. He looked at her and waited for a few seconds before smiling through his pain.

“Why not?”

Soon after she started training to be a tagger with the man. She never went back to her home, and a year later she became a member of Ratpack, and started wearing her iconic mask to cover her scars.

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Extra: She fell in love with computers shortly after she started living in the slums, and after a few months became somewhat of an expert with computers and software. She has a very strong fear of guns and tends to avoid conflict as much as possible. She doesn’t paint as much as other taggers would, as she finds it a little hard, but when she does she is always proud of it.

Gear: Her gears are custom made by Kacey. They are special, as they don’t contain a motor. They instead have a very strong suspension system and a top of the line drive. Data uses her drives to jump more than to skate. She charges energy in the drive before releasing it, allowing her to jump vast distances and cost off of the power that they produce. They are a gear that is much better suited to quiet missions as they produce very little noise once they have warmed up.