[OOC] Neon Rainbow: Kings & Queens of Miami (Quirky gang satire set in a Neon-aesthetic Miami)

[Mixtape Ghost N]

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"Miami Beach is where neon goes to die."

Lenny Bruce

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"So kid, you fell into Neon Miami... and I say fell because guess what fucko? You missed the rabbit hole and now you're now knee-deep in the rat hole. Maybe they told you that Neon Miami is a great place to live, or you'll have fun here. Yeah, you'll have lots of fun when a methhead is stabbing you in the kidney and takes what little money you have left. Neon-Miami is full of a bunch of freaks, desperation, and corporate lawyers and every day's a fight here. You? You're the little fish... in a big, big, pond. No offense but that applies to everyone in Neon Miami. The easiest solution? Become the big fish, but you ain't gonna do it alone. You know those freaks I mentioned? Neon Miami is ruled by "colors" and by that I mean a bunch of colorful gangs has taken over the city. You rock the right colors and maybe you'll stay out of harm's way and reap some rewards. Rock the wrong colors... and you'll wish that that methhead stabbed you in the kidneys. Fortunately, we're the right colors and we'll make sure that nothing ever happens to you, kid.

Ready to be a Royal, kid?"

Welcome to the Neon Rainbow: The Kings & Queens of Miami.

An RP that I wanted to do inspired by games such as Saint Rows (primarily), Sleeping Dogs, Grand Theft Auto, Watchdogs, and Party Hard. A low-key satire of those games that tell the tale of a hyper, overcommercialized, version of Miami that comes alive at the night time. This place is known as, and it's a place that's rife with crime, degenerates, greed, and corporate lawyers. Neon-Miami is ruled by different "colors", and that I mean each and every gang takes a color aesthetic and motif and run with it. And each gang has their own schtick and gimmick as well. This is the story of one particular gang that's considered in the "middle" of the food chain and their journey to crush all the other gangs. This gang is the one that took the purple color for themselves and aim to take over Miami. The only problem?

So does everyone else.

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1. OOC Rules

^{⋗ 1 . 1 |} Remember that everybody is here to have fun above all else. We may throw a few flowery jabs at each other, but remember it's all in good fun. The Golden rule is: don't be a dick.

^{⋗ 1 . 2 |} That said, remember that I have the full right to deny anyone access to the RP, and I am willing to remove anyone from the RP should they get too unruly. I hope it doesn't come to that, but I'm just putting that out there.

^{⋗ 1 . 3 |} I enforce a policy of not informing people of every time they should post (unless their character is in the middle of interactions). If you go inactive without a peep, I'm not going to babysit you. It's a player's responsibility to keep up with the RP.

^{⋗ 1 . 4 |} Please be respectful towards all other players.

^{⋗ 1 . 5 |} Please do not post a "wip" sheet in the thread. I find it very irritating when someone posts an incomplete character sheet. If you want me to read over what you have so far, just PM it to me. If you need a place to work on it just private message the sheet to yourself (or write it on one of many platforms).

^{⋗ 1 . 6 |} This RP will strictly be "first come, first serve." Meaning I will not reserve any powers/character roles/etc, and they will go to whoever finishes their character sheet first. If there's a conflict over it, I will decide the outcome.

^{⋗ 1 . 7 |} Character applications will go into the OOC (where we can work things out) until they are accepted. In other words, the character tab is for accepted characters only. Also, do not "reserve" a spot in the Character Tab unless you were given permission to by me.

^{⋗ 1 . 8 |} Most of the discussion will take place over Discord and it's highly recommended that you do it.

2. IC Rules

^{⋗ 2 . 1 |} No Powergaming, God-Modding, Metagaming, etc, etc... You know, the "don't"s of Roleplaying. You know the dealio.

^{⋗ 2 . 2 |} All I ask for is one post a week. If it's been a week since your last post, your character will be placed into the inactive section until they are written off (mostly by death). Once a character is inactive, however, they are officially an NPC and can be used freely by the GMs, or the players. Unless you give notice of your absence, then your character is off the table.

^{⋗ 2 . 3 |} I am not a stickler for post length. I'd rather have a meaningful paragraph, over an essay full of filler. But, I request one paragraph.

^{⋗ 2 . 5 |} This RP, at times, will get very dark. I plan for it to be a very mature, and down-to-earth Roleplay. There will be death, drinking, drugs, and tickle fingers.

^{⋗ 2 . 6 |} Character death is a real possibility. By submitting a character, you understand that they have to take responsibility for their actions. They will not be bailed out by me and possibly get injured or die. I won't jeopardize the story for one character. They can also be killed by other characters. I won't go out of my way to kill off any character - that I like - but I may injure them for the sake of the story.

^{⋗ 2 . 7 |} Romance/Sex/Whatever is allowed in the RP. "Fade to magenta" is so beaten into your heads by now that there's no point in even repeating it.

^{⋗ 2 . 8 |} To keep things a bit more organized, please say where your post is taking place at the start of your post.

^{⋗ 2 . 9 |} If you're also expecting me to hold your hand every step of the way, then you're going to be disappointed. This is going to be an RP that rewards taking initiative, and starting plotlines of your own. I'll provide a storyline, but I'm not going to be railroading everyone.

^{⋗ 2 . 10 |} The tone of the RP will be moderately light-hearted. It's a satire of games and stuff that glorifies the criminal lifestyle, after all.

3. Character Creation Rules

^{⋗ 3 . 1 |} Everyone's going to be a member of the Royals and that's not under discussion.

^{⋗ 3 . 2 |} I expect some moderate detail when writing your character sheet.

^{⋗ 3 . 3 |} If your goal is to basically make the strongest/best character, and try to "win" the roleplay, let me stop you here and say you won't get far. This is a story, not a place for you to wank your OP self-insert. Nothing says "I'm a bad writer" to me than giving your character the strongest abilities (along with an ass-ton of skills). I will not hesitate to ask you to change whatever I dislike about your character sheet.

^{⋗ 3 . 4 |} If your character is a sociopath/psychopath, complete badass, perfect character, edgelord, then they're likely not going to get accepted.

^{⋗ 3 . 5 |} You can create a character of any ethnicity, gender, sexuality, background, etc, within the bounds of realism of course. You can definitely get creative here.

^{⋗ 3 . 6 |} I'm not placing a hard character limit, but I'm going to recommend you have no more than three characters. Afterward, you better bring something new to the table.

^{⋗ 3 . 7 |} We're using western art for this rp, no anime but any art style you can find.

^{⋗ 3 . 8 |} When creating a character, try to be diverse. Look at the character sheets and try to fulfill a role that no one has.

^{⋗ 3 . 9 |} Please refrain from tacking skills onto characters. Try to make everything feel natural to your character.

^{⋗ 3 . 10 |} The RP is not a cyberpunk RP (because I'm certain one of you didn't read a thing) and will be grounded as far as stuff like magic and technology goes. Which means normal, current era, weaponry and none of that ridiculousness.

^{⋗ 3 . 12 |} Remember the Neon Aesthetic!

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[Mixtape Ghost N]

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"When you think of Miami you think of sunny beaches? Maybe you watched too many of those stupid eighties movies which show the place like some kinda neon paradise? Well, apparently so did some jackass. Welcome to Neon Miami, where Neon goes to die apparently. It looks like regular old Miami, U would kinda prefer it that because all these fucking neon lights hurt my eyes. It's okay during the day but during the night? God damn. All you see is pink, blue, red, and all sorts of colors, I don't know, this fucking place is starting to make me color blind."

"Ahem. The place looks nice for the tourists at least, it's the only way this place stops from more or less fucking sinking into the Ocean. Because it's expensive as all hell here and it's rife with crime. Drug lords, pimps, degenerates, dumbasses, Florida men, and corporations are bleeding the soul of this city dry. You probably heard about the massive gang wars that are constantly going on. Well, unless you're rich, a tourist, or a drug lord, you don't get too many options here. Either you're prey or the predator... and I think you'd be fed up with staring down a shotgun every other week, too. Unless you're into that shit, freak."

"But, if you're a degenerate crook, Neon Miami has everything you want. Drugs, parties, weed, prostitutes, and lots of people just begging to be victim, you psychopath. Though there are some people you shouldn't cross, friend. I'd say don't fuck with the Royals most of all. They'll royally fuck you over. Eh? Eh? Ah, everybody's a critic. Neon Miami is ruled by Colors. And which color you Rep here in Neon Miami determines whether or not you get shot full of holes the second you cross a street. And if you're wondered what the Colors are? Here, I'll tell you."

The Colors of Miami

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"Ahhhh, the Royals. The heroes of this little story. Or villains. Eh, everyone's a piece of shit in Neon Miami. You go around the north side of Overton, and you're going to see their colors all over the place. You're gonna see graffiti, purple clothes... yeah, you get the point. They're the rising upstarts that took purple for themselves and call themselves Royals? I'm apart of them so you can say that I'm a bit bias. I think they're going to become the best Neon Miami has to offer... and I don't mean stuff like honor and code. They're skilled. They started out as a street racer gang that decided to expand their... interests, as I would say. They went from pedaling cars to pedaling drugs... okay, I admit that was stupid. Will they become Miami's royalty? Eh, probably. Miami is full of so many idiots they're likely to kill each other off. They're run by a singular leader they call a King or a Queen... okay that information is completely useless unless you're trying to murder one of them."

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"Ahhhh, GH05T get these Dorito munching nerds out of my sight. Get them out of my town while you're at it! They're a bunch of nerdy kids that spent too much time on the internet and thought "what if we form a gang of other degenerate nerds?" But to get into the meat of GH05T, they're just a buncha hackers who somehow stole buncha guns that claimed white for their color. Unfortunately, they own downtown and south beach... somehow. If it's some sort of tech-related fuckery, it's probably those god damn GH05T5. They usually wear white hoodies and dress like cyberpunk nerds. I thought I saw one of their ladies walking around in a leotard thong... before she shot me in the nuts."

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"Libre, luchadors! Or something. I don't fucking get paid to be correct. Caras Rojas... or the Red Faces. It's easier to call them the Red Faces, but they're an off-shoot of a Mexican cartel that set up shop in Neon Miami. They're probably the biggest weirdos in all of Neon Miami. They walk around in red masks and shit dressed up as wrestlers. They're pretty swole, but that's maybe because they've been taking the same roids that they've been peddling! But they deal in drugs, steroids, gambling, cars, that sort of shit. They really got beef with the Royals. Just watch your back if you're going into Little Havana and Allapattah, because they own red and if you see Red around those parts... yeah."

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"I'd love to see what they can do with their lips. Hehehehe! They're result of some thot getting tired of being slapped around and found other thots who feel the same way. And I mean that by a bunch of prostitutes, sex trafficking victims, and those LGBT types got a bunch of guns and decided to start taking over turf. They eventually got enough of a following to attract other non-sex workers. However, they're big on protecting each other and their girls and if you decide to get a little rough with the girls... they'll cut your dick off and mount it on the wall. Heh. They tried to keep to themselves but that wasn't putting food on the table and guns in their hands so they're investing in other fields. Namely getting rid of the other gangs so they have nobody to fuck with them. Pink's their color and they're not ones to graffiti all over the place. You'll know a lip when you see one, usually, they dress in this weird mad max fetish gear with spikes and leather and shit. And when they call themselves The Lips, they're not talking about the ones on their face!"

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"The three-leaf mafia, but if the name ain't obvious, they're Irish. Some people think that makes them special. One of the oldest gang in all of Neon Miami! I wouldn't cross them, because they're old for a reason. They're the Irish mob that, for some reason, decided to move into Miami. What? Was New York not good enough for them? So far they're winning the Colors because they knocked out several other colors. Yellow, orange, gray, black, all gone and now all you see is their color Green. Being the biggest gang in all of Neon Miami has it's perks. They mostly sling dope to the kids but they also engage in arms dealing. Just a bit. They mostly clash with the Red Faces and Blood Diamonds... but I can see them being the next big step."

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"The Haitian Blood Diamonds... They're the reason why you should be careful when you go into Little Haiti. They call themselves the defenders of that borough that sprung up to protect themselves from other gangs but mainly the gentrification. People are trying to move im' out? They decide to grab their guns, get together, and raise hell! They're a force to be reckoned with, and I definitely wouldn't advise fucking with them but they got their hands full with Three-Leaf and the Red Faces. Their little schtick is robbery, slinging dope, and protecting their territory. Which they're doing a pretty good job of. See their colors Red and Blue? You're probably already dead..."

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"The good old boys in blue... people look up to them and see the saviors of Neon Miami, but when I see them I just see a buncha thugs. Pigs! No different than anyone else in Neon Miami! A lot of cops here are dirty and into the drug game themselves. Probably because being a cop doesn't pay that well, you see. You gotta make a little money on the side to make a living. Nothing wrong wit that... most cops, slide a few dollars their way and they'll leave you alone. However, there are some goody two shoes that think this is a cop movie and try to uphold their ideals or something. Eh. Fuckin delusional bastards. Miami PD is a gang. Just a better funded one."

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[Mixtape Ghost N]

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@Drag@Bee@ayzrules@Cosmic Eclipse@wxps350@KZOMBI3@FernStone@queenoftheages

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OOC is here! Any questions that you have I'll answer.

[FernStone]

@The Ghost Note

Ayano “Kite” Kojima

Full Size Image _______________________________________________ Ayano Kojima _______________________________________________ May 27, 1995 | 25 | African-American & Japanese _______________________________________________ Single | She/Her | Pansexual _______________________________________________ “Kite” | Car “Acquirer” _______________________________________________ Physical Profile ___________________________________ [+] Basics: • Height | 5'-4" • Weight | 121 lbs • Build | Hourglass shaped, athletic • Hair Color | Black • Eye Color | Dark brown

Physical Profile ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ At first glance Ayano is clearly mixed: her mother is Japanese and her father is presumably African-American. Her black hair is incredibly curly and falls down just past her shoulders. She rarely bothers to tame it but will tie it back when it gets in her ways. Her dark eyes are akin to her mother’s, monolid and fairly large. Her wide nose and thick lips are a mix of both, as is her warm, medium brown skin tone. She’s also got a fair amount of piercings: left nostril and four piercings in both ears, two on the lobe and two helixes. Ayano ended up with a pretty nice body, athletic from exercising (fighting) and quite curvy. Her ass isn’t the largest but it’s certainly way more than her mother’s flat one. On the other hand she has a large chest: though she has a habit of wearing sports bras half the time just to make it a little more manageable. It’s still pretty noticeable even in that case. By some miracle she managed to avoid getting many scars as she grew up: a few small ones, and a noticeable one on her hip from a nasty fall. Clothing wise, Ayano varies a lot by how she’s feeling. On some days she’s happy to show herself off: wearing tight crop tops or low cut shirts. On other days she’s the complete opposite, wearing loose t-shirts with her bright purple bomber jacket on top. The only constant is that she wears shorts almost all the time, jeans only being for when it’s actually cold. Ayano has one tattoo, which is a large watercolour bird on her back with all sorts of colours behind it. Psychological Profile ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Deadpan: Ayano looks like she’s absolutely done most of the time, and it goes along with how she speaks most of the time. She’s certainly not the most expressive around most people and it kind of goes along with how sarcastic she is with most of what she says. Confident: Not full of herself, but Ayano is pretty confident in both her opinions and her body. She’ll gladly stick up for herself and is confident enough in her ability to beat someone up if they get a bit too aggressive with her. Bullshit Tolerant: Cause of her mom’s personality, Ayano’s put up with an awful lot of shit. She’s the kind of person who can just tolerate it without losing it at the person pushing at her… though she’s not gonna hide how much she’s done with it. Touch Repulsed: Unless it’s someone she’s friendly with, Ayano absolutely hates being touched by other people. Like, aggressively. So it’s best not to try unless she’d said it’s okay… otherwise the offending hand might just get broken.

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Ayano was born in Neon Miami, and to put it bluntly she was a mistake. Her mother was a prostitute, a lower level member of the Lips, and her father one of her clients. Things went wrong and it ended up with Ayano. So little Ayano was raised without even knowing who her father was and no chance of ever finding him. Now her mother wasn’t the worst mum in the world, but she certainly wouldn’t get a prize for being the best - she had a very hands off parenting technique (and had no qualms telling Ayano about all sorts of things a kid her age shouldn’t know). Thankfully for Ayano, she had plenty of big sister figures in her life… only they were all in the same line of work as her mother and gang members. When she wasn’t spending time with them she was hanging out with other youths like her, vandalising shit and stealing - her mother didn’t exactly have money to get her a phone or anything. All things considered, Ayano grew up about how you’d expect for someone in her situation.

Now, Ayano’s future was always set in her mother’s eyes: she’d follow in her footsteps, join the Lips and make back the money that had been spent on her upbringing (which was pitiful little, anyway). Ayano herself didn’t have much say in this… not that she had any thoughts for the future anyway, after spending all her childhood as a hoodlum. So she went along with it and went right into that line of work as soon as she was legal (and thankfully not before). It wasn’t exactly something she enjoyed but it brought in money and kept her mother happy. Everything was going absolutely swimmingly until she was twenty when one of her clients got a little too interested in her… in a stalker way. This culminated into him breaking into her flat, when her mother was away, and tried to force himself onto her. In her panic Ayano managed to grab a gun she always kept under her bed and shot him. Then she shot him again, and again. Then he was dead.

She was left shaken, from murdering someone and everything that had happened. She was left with two choices: stay and wait for her mother to get back, hoping it could get cleared up by being members of the Lips. Then she’d go right back to the life she’d been living up until then. Or, she could flee.

Ayano chose to flee. She didn’t want to go back to how things had been, not after that. So she quickly packed her essential things and ran.

This led to her joining the Royals, with the plan to live a completely different life from before… well, to never consider prostitution and do other sorts of terrible things. She switched to the street name Kite, after the bird - following her love of birds and some bullshit about birds representing freedom (but mostly the former, lame as it all was). Unlike others, she isn’t that bothered about being called that or Ayano. She started specialising in stealing… namely, car theft. After the learning curve jumping to that from her other kinds of stealing (don’t need to hotwire a phone) she quickly made a name for herself in the gang for doing it, becoming one of the best when it came to getting them the next car for racing: whatever the make they wanted, she’d get it. And when she wasn’t doing that she was beating up people who’d crossed them and destroying their property, because where was the fun in sticking with just one thing?

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Criminal Offense | Notes

Second Degree Murder | One count: murder of a stalker. The man was shot, but it wasn’t a premeditated murder.

Motor Vehicle Theft | Many counts of Ayano stealing cars on behalf of the Royals, far too many to count.

Larceny | Aside from the vehicles, Ayano has been stealing since she was young: from simple things in convenience stores to phones.

Assault | The list is long: security guards, store owners, rowdy clients and most commonly rival gang members.

Vandalism | Ayano destroyed a lot of property growing up, and never stopped.

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Theft | Since she was a kid Ayano was stealing, starting small and getting bigger as she got older. When she joined the Royals she got into stealing cars for their races, something she is very good at. While she isn’t going to pull off a bank robbery she’s very good at car theft and all that comes with it (hotwiring ect).

Street Fighting | Ayano was always tussling with other kids her age, and this fighting and violence got worse as she grew up. She’s adept at beating people up, especially if she has a bat in hand.

Point Blank Shooting | She killed a man, once, and would do it again. Ayano isn’t a good shot but she has no qualms about hurting people with it, which is half the struggle. She can’t aim at a distance but up close she’s an alright shot and technically knows how to use a gun.

Languages | Ayano is bilingual, having been brought up speaking Japanese along with English. On top of this she has a talent for picking up languages and has picked up a little bit of Spanish, Portugese and Chinese from clients.

_Equipment:

Car Stealing Toolkit | Ayano always carries around a bunch of items thrown together into a makeshift tool kit to help with car jacking. Most notably this contains a long rod with a hooked end, lock picking tools, spare wires, a screwdriver, and much more.

Metal Baseball Bat | Ayano’s trust baseball bat, which hasn’t seen a single day of baseball in its life… but a hell of a lot of people’s heads. This is her weapon of choice in both beating people and property into a bloody mess.

The Murder Weapon | A pistol that Ayano was gifted by her mother on her 18th birthday which was used for her one count of murder. It’s served her well so far and she’s rarely found without it, even if it doesn’t see much use. It's not the most powerful but it does the job.

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[Mixtape Ghost N]

@FernStone Accepted

[EpicRoleplay]

*hacking noises*

_______________________________________________ Aart Gustaf Bakker _______________________________________________ July 4th, 1994 | 26 | South Afrikan _______________________________________________ Single | He/Him | Straight _______________________________________________ 'Arty' | Computer Sabotage Consultant (Hacker) _______________________________________________ Physical Profile ___________________________________ [+] Basics: • Height | 6"1 • Weight | 190 lbs • Build | Athletic • Hair Color | Platinum Blond • Eye Color | Hazel

Physical Profile ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Arty stands at approximately six foot one, he's kind of a slim athletic build. His hair is a notable platinum blond as it is wavy and kinda freaking awesome. His face is covered in minor scarring, above his right eye and under it is some kind of light chemical scarring. Near his left eye there is some minor scarring presumably from a blade as his young and beautiful face is scuffed up a bit. The scars just don't do him justice. In Neon Miami, Arty is usually seen wearing casual clothing. He is no stranger to the deadly heats that he endured most of his live in Afrika. He is found wearing an awesome Hawaiian shirt, usually, they vary in patterns and colors depending on the day and what he's feeling along with a pair of khaki shorts. He's usually carrying a slick piece with him too, a backpack to carry his gear when needed and of course he's rocking a pair of bootleg Yeezys. Off-white white Yeezys. His mannerisms scream foreigner like wow is this guy fresh off the boat or something? He's usually displaying a face of being simply unimpressed, though it can change once the choobs are done staring. His true emotions are reserved for the awesome, the wicked and the royals. Psychological Profile ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Calculated: Cool, calm and collected. Arty is calculated and often is forced into deep thought as he makes his next move, both up the professional and cool ladder. Unimpressed: Arty holds things and people to a high standard, it's hard to impress him considering he's seen it all. Smoke and Mirrors: Arty has a knack for detecting bullshit and he simply doesn't put up with it.

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Aart was born into a poor and starving family in the poor slum district in Johannesburg, South Africa His father was a petty thief and his mother worked as some secretary thing for an executive at Fairview Collectives. Growing up as an only child had its perks but Aart often found himself on the streets messing around with gangs he wasn't supposed to, making money the not so legal way. This caused him to run into a few not so awesome encounters with the police. Though he made his way through, he found a passion in computers especially hacking. He built his first computer from parts gathered from the local junkyard, eventually finding his way onto the net where he began exploring the deep and darkest parts of the web.

Later on in his life after high school and into his young adulthood he found work with a private military company as a hired gun. Roaming around with a band of ruffians in the rural areas of South Afrika, defending oil interests and rich people. Of course, he had interests outside of just being a hired gun, so he worked on his computer magic - hacked the company he worked for and took off with what he could. It was all encrypted, mostly but he used what he could to get the fabled United States of America.

He ended up landing in Neon Miami a shit hole city that just loved its vibrant lights, it's nothing he had seen before. With a skill set like Arty's you could say, well fuck he could of worked for a tech giant or something but it turns out some highschool bum coulden't get a job worth shit. Who knew if he was even legal, it was just simply unknown. So, he turned to crime or rather some people took interest in him. The Royals picked him up, he was just some gun to them until they saw him crack into a ATM causing it to spit out it's load. He was reassigned to do the gangs cyber ops, despite his poor English. He manages to get by.

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Criminal Offense | Notes

Unlawful Network Access | For all those times he accessed the 'wrong' networks

Identity Theft | Was that credit card yours?

Wire Fraud | Fraud including wires.

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_Skills:

Compooter Skill | He has the hacking skills to fit the bills.

Bi-Lingureal | Speaks Afrikaans and English - poorly.

Diamond in the Rough. | Can usually pick out good, or useable parts from junk heaps.

_Equipment:

The Tek-9 | The Tec-9, famous for being the Tec-9. It looks worn, used and is it even the real Tec-9 or a rip off? Known for the ability to be awesome and going pew pew, the Tek-9 everybody.

The Laptop | An American (???) made laptop, full of Arty's viruses and programs which he carries in a courier bag.

Fuel Siphoning Equipment | Not carried on him, it's sitting around gathering dust. You never know when you have to steal gas in Florida.

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[Mixtape Ghost N]

@EpicRoleplay accepted.

[role model]

Is there a separate CS code for police or do we negate the criminal record part?

[Mixtape Ghost N]

Is there a separate CS code for police or do we negate the criminal record part?

@role model

Everyone's going to be a Royal, unfortunately.

[queenoftheages]

then perish

_{"It's just business"}

_______________________________________________ Zeani Jean-Bedeau _______________________________________________ October 21st, 1995 | 24 | Afro-French _______________________________________________ Single | She/Her | Bisexual _______________________________________________ "Z" | Bodyguard _______________________________________________ Physical Profile ___________________________________ [+] Basics: • Height | 6'0" • Weight | 175 lbs • Build | Fairly tall with muscle to go with it. • Hair Color | Brown • Eye Color | Green

Physical Profile ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Standing roughly around 6 feet, Zeani has the muscle and the height to prove to anyone she's not to be messed with. It may not be noticable at first given her love for leather jackets, but let someone talk shit about the Royals and have them find out for themselves. A few scars scattered around her body prove this, but none of them are too noteworthy to be mentioned. She has long dreads that fall just past her shoulders, but she usually keeps them up for convienance. Full lips accent her round jawline and nose. As for clothing, Z enjoys a good-looking, badass leather jacket, usually rocking a pair of worn out ripped jeans, holes she probably made herself. Having a vast collection of shoes containing both boots and sneakers, she almost never shows up with the same pair twice. Having no piercings except for her earrings and a nose ring, along with no tattoos, she prefers to keep it simple. Psychological Profile ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Flammable: Prone to temper outbursts, Z isn't the chillest person around. She tends to get irritated pretty easily especially in unpredictable situations, or things she can't control. Definitely not an every-five-minute thing, she's obviously not angry all the time, but when things get stressful, she won't hesitate to break something-or someone. Lone Wolf: An independent person, Z would much rather go on assignments alone. She hasn't the patience to work with anyone, rather she likes to do things on her own time and of her own accord. She's also pretty closed off, preferring to keep to herself when it comes to her background and emotions, though unfortunately her anger sometimes gets the better of her. "Knock It Off": Although Z's pretty quiet, she knows when enough is enough and doesn't mind becoming pretty vocal about it. She doesn't play games, nor does she mess with bullshitters and petty people. If she needs to put her foot down, she will. Both stern and stubborn, she's better at giving orders than receiving them and will argue her point if she believes it to be better.

_{Criminal-Past
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Zeani was barely a tween when her parents signed consent on the adoption papers to hand her over to her grandparents in the U.S. Although they had tried their best, her parents weren't capable of taking care of her anymore; they were living on the bare minimum, though "surviving" would be the more accurate term. Deciding that it would be best to send their daughter away, Zeani moved away from her hometown of Le Mans, France, a place that she cared for though where she lived was both dirty and dangerous, to Neon, Miami. An unfamiliar surrounding that she struggled to adapt in.

Something changed in her those first few weeks of being there. Once a good kid, the sudden change in lifestyles and the overwhelmingness of it all made her angry. She hated not being able to do anything about it. She kept asking herself why she didn't put up more of a fight. And why didn't she? She didn't know. It was the first time she'd ever hit anyone on purpose; the first time that would soon be many. She quickly asserted her dominance in school, only messing with people that messed with her, this being made easier as she grew. Both growing up and surviving in a dog-eat-dog world, Z knew what it was like to live at the bottom, but no longer was she content with it.

It wasn't long before she caught the eye of the Royals, her distant nature yet vicious actions made her a prime candidate. At first she refused, but later reconsidered when she realized working a regular 9 to 5 job wouldn't have satisfied her as it would have done had she not moved. By this point in time, Z had lost touch with her parents and had basically become estranged from her grandparents for her violent tendencies. Had she gotten the help she needed she could have lived a normal life, but this was Neon Miami. There was no help. During her time in the gang, her job was to not only protect those higher up in status, but to also sniff out those inside who would wish harm upon the Royals. She takes her job very seriously, wanting nothing more than to see the Royals rise to the top.

_{Arrest & Sentencing Information
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Crimnal Offense | Notes

Assault | "I barely even touched him."

"Manslaughter" | "Listen, she ran out in front of my car, what was I supposed to do?"_{definitely not what happened}

Arson | "Yeah, that house was ugly anyway. I say I did this city justice."

_{Skills & Equipment
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_Skills:

Attack Dog | Give her name and she'll go and have a lovely chat with them.

Jack-of-all-Trades | Though not specially trained, Z is pretty good at using multiple close combat weapons such as knives and brass knuckles, and her aim with a gun is sufficient enough to get the job done.

"Popular" | Surprisingly, Z knows a lot of people around the city. Such as the ones who'll talk and the ones who won't. Doesn't mean she's necessarily the most liked.

_Equipment:

Rolex Watch | A watch that's most certainly way too expensive for her, she took it from a person she had a lovely chat with

Hunting Knife | Just your average weapon for casually threatening people

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