[CHAR] The Deadly 8: Case of the Corvin Daughters.

[Lord of Evil]

Bill

Name: William "Bill" Jones
Age: 19
Date Of Death: 1963

Appearance

Height: 160 cm
Weight: 60 kg
Method of Death: Bludgeoned to death
Bio: William was frail as a child, and often sick. He was asthmatic and had several allergies, leading to a childhood spent indoors and a frail constitution. His parents loved him despite his weaknesses, but they were rather poor and William's constant hospital trips were almost more than they could handle. His father was an ex-soldier turned car mechanic and his mother worked several jobs but they only barely managed a living. They wanted William to have as much of a normal life as he could, but that just wasn't possible with the limited resources they had, so they had to make do. The only thing that brought him relief from his symptoms was his father's old gas mask, which he took to wearing everywhere he went (unless he was eating of course). With it on he could at least go outside for a little while and not get sick. But with all the things they did, William could tell that they suffered for it. Eventually, when thought he was old enough, he ran away from home. There weren't many that would take in such a strange child and he drifted for a time before a small street gane in New York took him in. While their reputation wasn't exactly clean, it was essentially a group of misfits and for the first time, William felt like he fit right in. Despite his frail body he soon figured out how to help his new friends. He helped in the background, sabotaging enemy supplies and using his small body to spy on them from odd places. But no matter how much he tried, he was never that much of a fighter. This led to his death when an infiltration mission went wrong and he was found out. Despite being caught he never caved in and was eventually killed with his own weapon, a tire iron.
Greatest Love: Friends and family
Greatest Fear: Being helpless
Stunning weapon: Beretta (Model 1951)
Sealing Weapon: Tire iron - William took it up as a weapon to remind himself of his parents.

[chiru]

Nicholas

Nicholas "Nick" Jones

Age: 37

Date of Death: March 9th, 1948

Height: 6’0

Weight: 177lb

Method of Death: Ambushed, stabbed multiple times, and shot once in the head.

Bio: Nick grew up in the middle of the city of Brooklyn, living in a rundown apartment with his mother. His father had left when he was just a kid, with his mother always telling him how his daddy was a ‘no-good drunkard.’ The family didn’t have much money at all, and when Nick was still young he started doing some work here and there for the local mob, which made their presence very known. What started off as simple distractions and theft turned into coercions and interrogations, and when Nick was seventeen he beat a man to death with a lead pipe. It just so happened that the man he killed was a high priority target for the mob, and the leader took a shine to him and finally gave him a position beyond lackey. He saw greatness in Nick, whose sheer level of greed, shrewdness, and ambition at a young age suggested he would get far in the life of organized crime.

Years passed and Nick ventured through the glamorous highs and the brutal lows of gang life with ease, eventually becoming the second-in-command of the mob. He sent some money home to his mother and spent the rest on drinks, smokes, women, and weapons. And the whole time he was plotting the murder of the leader himself – and pinning the blame on some lower ranked nobodies. It worked without a hitch, and Nick finally accomplished his goal of leading what was now one of the most prominent gangs in the state. And he wanted it to be one of the greatest in the country.

For several years Nick ruled with an iron fist and a constant reach towards more power, becoming feared by many, including the ones who used to look down on him. But Nick’s reign of power came to an end one airy spring morning when he went to go confirm a deal that promised him considerably more influence. His arrogance and lust for power stopped him from seeing the warning signs, and upon arriving at the meeting point he was stabbed multiple times and finally shot in the head by some lowlifes whose lives he had ruined.

Greatest Love: Being a leader

Greatest Fear: Being powerless.

Stunning Weapon: Thompson submachine gun

Sealing Weapon: Lead pipe

[Athinar]

The Author

Name: Randy Jones
Age: 29
Date Of Death: 1992
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 135 lb.
Method of Death: Getting stabbed in the neck with his own fountain pen.
Bio: Randy was always a romantic. Ever since he was a child, he loved reading classic romances from authors like Jane Austen, Shakespeare, and the Brontes. The kind of books that he would've totally been bullied for reading if anyone had found out he liked them. He was writing his own poetry at the age of 16, and he wrote his first novel at the age of 20. Bringing it to a publisher, Randy found that they loved whatever he wrote, and so, began his nine-year career of writing.

However, Randy's romanticism was also his downfall. He had a bad habit of romancing married women, which he wasn't to blame for. It wasn't his fault that they were discontented with their marriage. This habit lead to a very fast-paced series of events in the last year of his life in which he had to learn how to fight, in order to defend himself from his former lovers' ex-husbands. He did fairly well, but the last ex managed to break into his house and stab him to death with his own pen. Most of his lovers went to his funeral, and there was a fairly massive turnout, including family and friends. Now he waits in the penthouse for a job, and chats it up with his companions.
Greatest Love: The concept of 'Romance', in all forms.
Greatest Fear: Those that would do terrible things in the name of 'love'. This is a perversion of all Randy sees as good, and it terrifies him.
Stunning Weapon: Colt M45 that he had bought to fight the exes.
Sealing Weapon: His fountain pen.

[Stern Algorithm]

China Doll

'Papa, I want one!'

The Tower

Appearance:

(Ignore the two eye colors, Charlie has dark brown eyes). Charlie is androgynous and small for his age with porcelian-white skin and dark brown hair.

Name:

Charlie Jones

Age:

12

Date of Death:

Dec. 24, 1911

Height:

4' 0"

Weight:

60lbs

Method of Death:

Beaten to death with a poker

Bio:

Wei YingKai was born to an impoverished Chinese family in 1899. The country had suffered disastrous defeats in several wars and had been cut up by European colonial powers like a cake being divided by greedy children. To make matters worse, civil unrest erupted into open rebellion, and the average citizen found themselves trapped between colonists, imperialists, and rebels. Unfair trade and civil war ravaged the lands and many found themselves without food, nor a means to provide for themselves. Perhaps YingKai was lucky that he outlived his parents, or else he might have had to suffer the fate of being sold by them for a morsel of food. As an orphan on the streets, YingKai pulled rickshaws to survive, though the owner of the rickshaw took most of his pay. One day, as he pulled a portly English merchant and his daughter, he heard the words that changed his life forever, "Papa, I want one!" The merchant obliged his daughter and paid the rickshaw owner a meager sum for possession of YingKai, whom his daughter found 'cute, like a porcelain doll'. He was whisked away to their opulent manor in England where he was trained to be a butler and to be the merchant's daughter's companion and plaything. They even started calling him 'Charlie Chong'. He lived with the family for several years, growing close to them; they became the abusive family he never had. In particular, he developed a close, love-hate, abusive-dependent relationship with the daughter, who was several years older than him, and ever-ready to belittle him for his inadequacies: real or imagined. As she eventually became a lady, her interest in him had dwindled considerably; she was interested in men, not dolls and boys. One Christmas Eve, Charlie had been ordered by the merchant to locate his daughter somewhere in the manor. They were holding a house party and the merchant wanted her to perform the violin for their guests, but she had been missing for several hours. Charlie happened upon the daughter, alone and naked in her bed with one of the guests, a dashing young fellow, also naked. Charlie did not understand what they were doing, nor did he understand why the man flew into a fit of rage, racing to the fireplace and grabbing the poker. Charlie's life ended before he died when he saw his 'foster sister' slam the door, barring his escape. Then he was killed from blunt force trauma inflicted by his sister's secret lover. He died cowering in pain, covered in bruises, bones broken, organs bleeding, filled with bile, fear, betrayal, and rage.

Since dying, Charlie has found freedom and has turned his hatred for life into mockery. Sarcastic and quick-witted, Charlie rejects authority with a passion and sees death as the great equalizer; no one is above him in death, so he doesn't have to obey or respect anybody. He has done all he could to seek knowledge, having been denied an education by fate while alive. Charlie is an eternal precocious and capricious youngster who finally has an opportunity to make himself feel bigger than he is and he will never let it go.

Greatest Love:

Butterflies

Greatest Fear:

Being another person's property

Stunning Weapon:

Antique hunting rifle

Sealing Weapon:

The poker that killed him

[Opposition]

The Sinner

Name: Abigail “Abbey” Jones

Age: 18

Date Of Death: July 25th, 1994

Appearance:

Appearance

Height: 120 lbs

Weight: 5’3”

Method of Death: Burned to death

Bio: Abbey found herself raised rather easily. As an only child, she lived just on the edge of rural and suburban parts of Wyoming. Brought up as the daughter to a pastor, Abbey lived her life out within the church of her father. She was extremely sheltered throughout her life there. Schoolwork and housework were topping the charts of her main activities, but Abbey didn’t know any other style of life, so she rarely complained. Religion was obviously a very important part of her family’s lifestyle. This led to Abbey herself, being very cultivated by the Christian ideology. Abbey’s father was the most prominent figure in raising her. He ruled strictly, but with a soft hand. He preached great morals of saving your fellow man despite your differences. This principles led his daughter’s life. She was forgiving and friendly to all above all else.

This quaint and quiet life lasted until Abbey hit the age of seventeen. The normality of her life was interrupted by a spree of crime rampant throughout her hometown revolving around a large group of protesters against the hypocrisy of the current government officials. Heavy police forces were brought in in order to satiate the unrest, but this only led to more chaos in the streets. Abbey and her family were careful not to be caught up in such matters, but when a ragged young man clad in black clothing came to the church asking for sanctuary, Abbey’s father immediately took him in. Careful to keep Abbey away from him, her father fed and housed the man throughout the chaotic night, but it is well known that keeping a teenager from her curiosity is a difficult task. Abbey and the boy eventually met and started to grow close over the next few days. Coming from two extremely opposing lifestyles, they found curiosity and solace in each other, but the peace within the church did not last the few days. Less than a week after taking the man in, Abbey’s father discovered that he was a prominent criminal in the protests and had committed a great deal of crimes.

In attempts to remove the sinful man from his church, Abbey’s father reached out to the police, but his daughter was not quite ready to give in to the authorities she had recently heard so much about from her new companion. She hid him within the church as long as she could, but the officers grew impatient, promptly deciding to disregard the moral issues of raiding a church. In the rampant confusion, Abbey once more tried to protect her friend by assisting him in fleeing. With police now seeming to turn on her, the two ended up fleeing together. With her newfound friend, Abbey had to leave her home. Thinking she would only be gone for a few days, she soon discovered that her actions were irrevocable and classed her in with a fugitive. Abbey took to living with her new friend, and she found herself living a completely different life with what might be considered a terrorist group of insurgents. She was trained to become like them, though she never gave up her principles. Despite her new outcast nature, Abbey upheld and taught morality to those she found herself in company of.

She found herself living the life of an insurgent for nearly a year after that day, but her longing for home couldn’t be held in forever. She had to return home, and was presented with a brilliant opportunity as her cell was moving right near her hometown. Against the wishes of her friend and new family, Abbey returned to the church, her friend accompanying her for protective purposes. Upon arrival, the warm greeting that Abbey was expecting was revealed to be a near opposite of what occurred. Her father intended to hold her and turn her in to pay for her sins. A struggle turned into a fight, and the police were notified and on their way not long after her arrival. What was a mere family fight turned into a hostage situation as Abbey and her friend won the struggle and were now trapped. With police surrounding them, a negotiator was sent in, and this particular man happened to be a prominent enemy of Abbey’s organization. With her cell having heard of the action, they took the opportunity to set the church ablaze, opting to sacrifice two of their members to take out the powerful police figure. Unfortunately, the police were not prepared for such an event. As firemen sifted through the ashes of the church they discovered all four bodies. There were no survivors...

Greatest Love: Excitement
Greatest Fear: Betrayal

Stunning Weapon: Taurus Judge Pistol

Sealing Weapon: Ice Axe

[LitCabbit]

Alejandra

Name: Alejandra Jones
Age: 27
Date Of Death: April 23, 2001

Appearance

don't mind the ear piercings.

Height: 5'7"
Weight: 146
Method of Death: Bled to death after being shot several times by her fiance
Bio:
Alejandra was born the third child to a peasant family in El Salvador. Her childhood consisted of trying to survive under the violence of the government. When her father would suggest the family in immigrating to the United states, all would find it safer and practical in living there than being killed under a death squad.

While she and her siblings would be introduced to public schooling, she would pick up on music. Alejandra became fond of the cello and would excel at playing it throughout the years. Once her family would become financially stable, they provided her extra lessons that would strengthen her skill. Her talent and motivation in playing had brought her scholarships to great colleges, a dream being closer at reach.

During her high school years, Alejandra was well known for having multiple relationships which she would constantly switch from. One she would end up staying with during the late junior year and found that she had deeply loved him. There was a tense pause in their relationship in their late senior year. During this time, her lover was jealous of her luck with getting scholarships to a first rate colleges while he would be doomed in paying tuition. With being very possessive over her, the situation would result in him following her in order to make sure she kept faith.

As time went on, Alejandra and her lover would graduate from college. But with his debts were Piled up, she would assist in paying them. This had deeply damaged their relationship as he would be dependent on her while he would struggle to find a job. As Alejandra would be involved with more people, her lover would ask her hand in marriage out of jealousy. While her status grew larger in difference to him, he became obsessed in trying to match up to her. Many times they would fight, she would seek refuge among others, though it would only prove to fuel the situation. It was until she would be consoled by one of her male coworkers in getting advice in reconciliation, where her fiance would ultimately try to shoot at the his "rival", however would miss and fatally wound Alejandra.

Greatest Love: Her favorite instrument, the cello
Greatest Fear: Not being able to finish what she started
Stunning Weapon: OTs-38 Stechkin silent revolver
"Silence accents music, its what makes it beautiful"
Sealing Weapon: Machete

[Bishop]

Jonathan

Jonathan II Jones

Age: 27 | Date Of Death: 1937 | Height: 180 cm | Weight: 73 kg
Greatest Love: Power | Greatest Fear: Losing it.

Method of Death
Choking on his ring while being forced to swallow it.

Bio
Since a young age he had already learned about the things that drive the world around. Money and power. And from that age he did everything he could to achieve them. Be it building favors by blackmailing or killing others, exploiting loopholes in the system to avoid paying taxes and even scam people off their money, yeah, he did all of it. But he sealed his fate by marrying the daughter of a men he had killed.

He took a sick pleasure while always reminding her who killed her father when they were getting intimate. He always wore her family ring, formerly belonging to her late father, at all times serving as a constant reminder of who was in control. One night, the young girl, after suffering through a particular session of abuse, both mental and physical, decided to carry out her plan which she had been plotting for weeks. Taking out a paralyses poison from where she hid it, gently and as smoothly as possible inserted it on Jonathan's sleeping form. He always had a drink before going to bed, that night though, he fell absolutely wasted. As the poison entered his lips, within seconds he awoke barely being able to breath. This chemical was mostly used on tortures, the target felt like breathing through a pipe but never lost consciousness or died.
For what seemed like hours Jonathan writhed in agony barely staying conscious and suddenly the girl got the ring from his finger, looking at it melancholically for a moment then turning to him and saying:"As much as you liked this ring in life, you will forever carry it in death. A memento of who had the power in the end."- with that she shoved the ringed in his throat, watching him squirm for a few more seconds then darkness...

Stunning Weapon
His cane which is a hidden single shot rifle rifle using R.I.P. bullets.

Sealing Weapon
The black golden ring with a dark green gem on top. If you look at the gem closely, you can make hundreds upon hundreds of dark little shadows floating around.

[Delta44]

The Wildcard

Take Back What's Yours!

Raissa Jones

Her hair is actually kept loose, tucked underneath a hood, though would reach her lower back in length if it were to be left out. Her coat is of deeper shades of black and purple, yet has no gold patterns. Eyes are aquamarine color (leaning on the greener side), and she has dirt-covered features almost all the time. She wields an athletic frame and sports contact lenses most of the time, though these are purely cosmetic.

Age: 25
Date Of Death: February 27, 1976
Height: 5'10
Weight: 58kg
Method of Death: Attempted to fake her own death and disappear. Unfortunately for her, it was her last act...

Bio

(TL;DR: Raissa grows up in the Favela, travels to the States, her parents die, she and her brother get separate adoptions, she turns to a life of crime, goes on the run, and finally falls to her death off a cliff. The longer version is below. Also sorry for making such a long bio - it would've been shorter but I accidentally wrote too much ;-;)

Growing up in the Favela taught Raissa a great many things -- athleticism, trickery, street-smarts -- however the one thing it didn't teach her was manners. Raissa has always been the trickster type, loving games and physical activities in Morro da Providência, and later California upon her illegal immigration. Though she never truly shook her child-like demeanor, her constant practice on tricks and illusions evolved her to new heights, more specifically of the illegal kind.

Born January 13, 1951, Raissa had to grow up quickly, but never quite made the cut. As her family lost their home and business, they were forced to take up residence in the first ever Favela; a hill known as "Providencia Hill". It was a hard-earned string of illegal activities that allowed the family relative wealth and services, however Raissa's mother and father always prioritized their baby's innocence over all. Hence, when they brought her a deck of cards and magic tricks from a shop in town for her to play with, Raissa was amazed, her curiosity flaring to life. Little did her or she know, this small act of kindness would change all of their lives forever...

Raissa became obsessed with her games, and mastered the art of shuffling, dealing, and playing cards over the years. By age nine she could already best her parents, let alone the neighborhood kids, in numerous card games, and even might have won a few games against adults in secret for some extra money. But by that stage, she was rather bored with simply playing cards - she needed something else. For awhile now she'd snuck out of home at night to visit the magic shop in town. Though she would occasionally buy something and have to keep it hidden from her parents, most of the time it was purely to speak with the store manager and learn of the new items in stock or to try some of his own creations. That was when she was introduced to what he believed to be his own creation: a thin sheet of metal, lightweight with a classic ace of spades print on the front, sharp as a knife. He called it a 'throwing card', stating that although regular cards can be thrown, his version are meant to be thrown.

Raissa was hooked.

Unfortunately she had little time to get help with practice, as by the age of eleven, she and her family were on the move. They'd had enough of the Favela and were looking for a new home - a home where they could (hopefully) live a normal life. Her parents eyes were set on the United States, and during November of that year, they started their journey.

It took a year and a half to complete the journey, but it was fun, travelling across Mexico and into the US. They spent many nights watching the stars together, wondering what normal life would be like, laughing and speaking of days to come. On their journey, closing upon the American border, Raissa learned she would be having a little brother sometime after they'd settled in America, the family overjoyed with the prospect of another child. They spoke of how he would mark a new beginning, and how life would finally become... comfortable for them.

It took a little longer for the family to get settled in than they thought, but life in America started out well. Although Raissa had poor English experience, she found she could amaze her schoolmates (this being her first time in school) by doing magic tricks, often with cards or the other numerous gizmos at her disposal. Halfway through said school year, her baby brother Ruben was born, her mother having to keep home to care for him. Things continued pretty well for about three years; Raissa maintained decent grades, but excelled in the arts, and her parents were keeping in good work. Raissa and Ruben both were learning how to speak, Raissa taking up reading to better her studies and Ruben learning how to speak (somewhat). But unfortunately, all good things must come to an end...

She was just sixteen when she first had a gun aimed at her head, ready to fire at any moment. It was the second most horrifying moment of her life, and one should would forget by living one day at a time from then on...

A masked man had broken into their home and taken both Raissa and Ruben hostage. He waited, patiently, for the children's parents to arrive home (who had been out taking a nice dinner), and when they came through the front door, he shot Raissa's father directly in the forehead. He then took aim at Raissa's mother, and began talking about the two's past wrongdoings; Raissa had no idea exactly what her parents did until that night, but she regretted not knowing it afterwards. They were drug traffickers and arms dealers, at least in Rio, and those they left behind were not happy with them. Hence their current predicament, which later lead to a world of pain for Raissa.

Later that morning, a bloodied Raissa walked out carrying her younger brother to a nearby ambulance as police raided the suburban house of Stockton, California. It didn't take the police long to piece together what happened: the parents died by a gunman, and a gunman died at the hands of a teenager with a razor sharp playing card, who sliced the gunman's neck open. She and her brother were checked for injury at the hospital, but thankfully, they sustained no physical harm. Yet, Raissa would never be able to truly forget the memory of that night...

When everything was said and done and the situation calmed, Raissa and Ruben were put into foster care. Unfortunately for the two siblings, they were split up and sent to different homes, never to see one-another again.

Raissa's family were an old couple, the Jones' (oddly enough), and were very loving of their new daughter. The Latin American girl was, however, quiet. Since the incident, she simply kept to herself - she no longer began doing magic tricks at school, and became more and more isolated.

That was until she took up illegal activities of her own, that is. Well, that and magic shows.

[WIP but I just need to put this up so I can be accepted XD]

Greatest Love: Magic, illusion, and distortion to fascinate and intrigue others. Also reading.
Greatest Fear: In terms of known fears, being embarrassed is something she fears often. She has an unknowing fear of her own memory, keeping the darker thoughts repressed behind the persona of The Magician.
Stunning Weapon: AAC Honey Badger.
Sealing Weapon: Custom-made deck of stainless steel throwing cards; think of them as knives, but with four sides.