[OOC] Common Bonds

[The Incredible John]

Damn, I need somebody to play the the drug dealer and loan shark character. Somebody like my partner in crime.

[Sixx]

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Name: Eros Arco
Age: 22
Gender: Female

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Sexuality: Straight, but she's open to ideas
Race: White American
Position: drug user, but she deals a little on the side.

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Personality: Eros is one of those people who, according to her, has never, ever done anything wrong. She'd like to think she was the innocent flower, whose life had just not been kind to her and, through a series of unfortunate incidents, she landed up in the slums, but the reality she's more like the serpent underneath. Manipulative yet charming, she's the kind of girl that strongly believes that, not only does the world revolve around her, but literally anything is possible when you have a pretty face. And fortunately enough for her, she's always known she was pretty. If she's not aimlessly trying to double cross you for no other reason than she can, she's actually pretty friendly, and would happily defend those she considers 'friends' as if her life counted on it. Having said that, however, if it came down to it, and she really had to risk her life to save someone else, she'd happily push them under the bus in the name of self preservation. In her head, she always come first. No exceptions.

Appearance: Eros is skinny, unnaturally so, but then again, what can you expect when you spend half your time on drugs that restrict your appetite? Her dirty blonde hair naturally sits half way down her back, but she often finds she can't be bothered dealing with it as it's too curly, and tangles easily, so ties it up in a high ponytail. The little money Eros does actually make goes on keeping herself clean, mainly. It's always been said that, for someone who lives in the slums, she's surprisingly well kept. She can most often be seen in a bright red lipstick to contrast her pale skin and gold toned eyeshadow to highlight her emerald eyes. Some say she spends too much on make up, but it's gotten to the point where she really couldn't care less.

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History: Born and raised on the North side of the river, Eros' life wasn't always as dirty as it is now. Her parents divorced when she was little and her dad moved out, but that didn't mean her mother couldn't provide for the family sufficiently. It meant she was out a lot though, always busy with work or going on an endless amount of first dates with men that she'd met over the internet. There wasn't enough time in the day to care for a daughter that was just going to school, and so Eros learnt to take care of herself, and ensure that if she couldn't get attention from her mum, she'd make sure she got it from everyone else.

By high school, she almost popular. The friends she'd had were ones she'd gained when she was younger, sticking her claws into the smart kids, the naive kids, anyone that she could twist around her finger by batting her eyelashes and pretending she needed their help. She was under the impression that she could do anything as long as she was pretty, but the obsession with beauty quickly turned toxic. She found herself restricting her eating so she could lose weight, telling her friends she'd already eaten so she could skip meals, hell, even throwing her fingers down her throat to purge her stomach of its contents every once in a while. She didn't see the problem with it, but she also knew she couldn't tell anyone, so she didn't. She kept it secret and kept it hidden, offering the whole world the same smile every day, just as long as she just kept losing weight. She became very secretive, quickly pulling away from the friends she'd gained over the years in favor of her own company, maybe some alcohol every once in a while.

It threw her home life way out of whack. By the time all this had happened, her mother had actually settled down and found a boyfriend, someone that could take care of Eros and her mother, if only Eros thought she needed taking care of. She was determined that she didn't need her mum or her boyfriend anymore, so set in the idea that they didn't really understand what was going on, and couldn't help even if they tried. She just needed a way out, a way to pull away from the few people that actually still gave a crap about her. And that's when she met Reed, part time jackass and full time druggie.

Reed was older, you see. Reed was the kind of guy girls only dreamed of meeting and dating. He was hot, mysterious, and old enough to have a house of his own, who cared if it was on the South side of the city? A house was a house, right? Or, that's what Eros thought anyway. She fell into a toxic relationship with the guy, he'd let her stay if she gave him what he wanted, whenever he wanted it. He introduced her to his 'friends', and it wasn't long until the social pressure drove her to drugs, and lots of them. To put it simply, if you can think of it, Eros probably did it. It didn't take long for her and Reed to fall out, however, as she was too stubborn to do some of the things he wanted, and she'd be damned if someone else told her what to do. So she left and found a place of her own, selling the drugs she didn't actually take to get by. It wasn't a pretty life, but she enjoyed it all the same.

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I hope this is okay. Uhm, yeah..

[Metronome]

Okay, here go. All bios are excepted.

A: Yes
Hellgirl: I would suggest having her work for a particular gang, or at least be loyal to one. That way, she can get in on the gang wars.

Did anyone else ask anything?

[Larfleeze]

Name: Roy 'Cyclops' Eisenhart
Age: 32
Gender: Male

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Race: African Germanic
Position: Gang Leader of the Iron Hearts

Personality: Roy is foul mouthed and views gang life as a game, though he does take it seriously. Treats his gang fairly, though he will be coldly strict towards them if they cross him, usually this involves new recruits making 'one eye' jokes. Willing to do anything to protect his own position as well as his gang's, will even use his police contacts to fabricate evidence to convict rival gang members and imprison them, taking them out of 'the game'.

Other: Is in an alliance with the Glasgow Razor Gang.

Appearance


Doesn't bother on fancy clothes or suits, believes the money can be better used in supplies and weapons for the Ironhearts

History: In 1937, Roy's Jewish Great-Grandparents, Erik and Eva Eisenhart were disgusted with the Nuremburg Laws which were now in full swing all over Germany, out of a job and with no money they decided to illegally emigrate to safety. Working with a sympathetic friend and neighbour, they planned to smuggle themselves and their son, Roy's Grandfather named Hans, out of Germany before things became dangerous. The plan did not come into fruition due to the fact it was interrupted by the Kristallnacht in the closing months of 1938 where Jewish homes, stores and synagogues were looted and ransacked while the German authorities looked the other way.

During a scuffle which unfortunately earned Erik and Eva imprisonment and later death in a concentration camp, Hans managed to escape from the Nazis and later procured himself passage aboard one of the first trains called the Kindertransport, a massive rescue mission organised by the British in the aftermath of the Kristallnacht in which they retrieved thousands of Jewish children in Germany, Austria, Czechoslovakia, Poland, and the Free City of Danzig by train. The train headed to the Netherlands, then to a port in Harwich, by a cross-channel ferry. From the port, a train took him to Liverpool Street Station in London, where he was met by his foster parents, Judith and Edward Williams.

Life with the Williams' wasn't so bad, especially since they had a young son three years his junior named James. Hans befriended James despite the language barrier between them, as they grew up Hans was taught English by the Williams, he even taught James some German to make his English lessons easier. Years later Hans married a girl from Edinburgh named Adaline who moved to Liverpool in 1956, he kept the name Eisenhart in honour of his parents, a decade and a half later they had a son, Roy's father named Eric, named so in a similar gesture.

Eric growing up renounced the Jewish faith of his father and grandfather which strained their relationship, they haven't spoken in years. Eric eventually moved to America to get away from everything, more specifically the slums of Calson City as he had little money and was forced to live in poverty. At age 35, Eric developed depression and became a drug addict, this pushed him into an unavoidable slippery slope of alcohol and prostitutes, one of which would eventually be Roy's mother in 2009 when Eric was 38.

Abandoned by his father and single handedly raised by his mother, that is when she was actually around, Roy's childhood was rough like most children in the slums. Surrounded by gang violence, drugs, thieves and criminals, Roy would eventually get his debut of criminality at the age of 10 when he came across a group of drug smugglers who recruited him into their gang as their drug courier, his mother either didn't know or cared. Rising through the ranks, Roy quickly learned the ropes of the drug trade, until someday at the age of 15 he found an aging junkie with visible signs of drug abuse, begging for the next fix. Up until this point, Roy was generally oblivious of the extent of the damage that drugs could do to someone as well as the fact this junkie was his father. Sickened with shade that was once Eric, Roy left his father, his mother and the gang to live on his own, this would not provide him with money or food however, so he was forced to go back to crime, knowing they would not let him back in he formed his own gang basing it on the english translation of his second name, Iron Heart.

The Iron Hearts gained recruits and territory surprisingly fast, they even managed to have a piece of every criminal trade in the city and becoming one of the top gangs in the city. Although they faced many aggressive territory expansions from other lesser gangs, they still kept their status as top dog, until the Glasgow Razor Gang attempted one of these expansions several times. This quickly ended, not by force, but by meeting with the gang leader, Ewan Renton. After finding out they had similar experiences and interests they decided it would be better if they cooperated with each other and formed an alliance.

Years later, Renton and Roy have stayed best friends and still operate their criminal undertakings together, becoming the two most powerful gangs in the slums.

[Sixx]

The Incredible John said
Damn, I need somebody to play the the drug dealer

Eros could fill that role for you, if you like? That is, if you still don't have anyone else in mind.

[salamimike]

Larfleeze said
Name: Roy 'Cyclops' Eisenhart Position: Gang Leader

Hello new best friend need any guns? ;D

[The Incredible John]

Sixx said
Eros could fill that role for you, if you like? That is, if you still don't have anyone else in mind.

Sure, that would be great.
Although John, my character, wouldn't approve on getting high on your own supply.

[Sixx]

The Incredible John said
Sure, that would be great. Although John, my character, wouldn't approve on getting high on your own supply.

Eros wouldn't care, as long it didn't interfere too much with business.

[Quadrophenia]

Finished my app on page 1

[Metronome]

Are we gonna have rival gang leaders? I like it.

[salamimike]

Quadrophenia said
Name: Ewan Renton 'Renton'
Position: Gang leader/pub owner

I guess Flint has two best friends ;D

[Larfleeze]

solamelike said
Hello new best friend need any guns? ;D

Nein, we will fight with our fights like real gangstas, ayyyyy

[salamimike]

Larfleeze said
Nein, we will fight with our fights like real gangstas, ayyyyy

Ah yes with fisticuffs!.

[HellGirl13]

Ay Quadrophenia! Can my girl be the hit woman for your gang?

[Quadrophenia]

Well, there isn't really any reason for my gang to actually need a hitman, I mean they won't exactly be taking hits out on anyone specific and even if they would they could just use a bunch of cheaper men with the same result. Sorry, but no.

[HellGirl13]

It's fine.

[Grothnor]

The Incredible John said
Damn, I need somebody to play the the drug dealer and loan shark character. Somebody like my partner in crime.

Then let me oblige:

Name: Raymond Skalter
Age: 31
Gender:Male

Sexuality: Straight
Race: Caucasian
Position: Muscle/Drug Dealer

Personality: Ray is a troubled individual. He suffers from PTSD triggered anxiety attacks, and has taken to taking drugs to help cope with them, be they legal (the support he's getting from being a vet) or illegal (stuff he gets from 'Lab Rat'). On days when he's feeling okay, he's friendly and talkative, but most other days he's withdrawn and morose. Sometimes he suffers from flashbacks, and usually the only one who can snap him out of it is his buddy John, who is the only person he really trusts.

Other: He's partners with John "Lab Rat" Salsades. He scratches his robotic prosthetic when nervous or anxious, which if he notices, sometimes sends him into a depressive spiral/PTSD flashback. He also knows his guns and military hardware.

Appearance

(I'm using Jet Black because if The Incredible John needs a partner, this is only appropriate)

History: Ray was friends with Lab Rat before joining the military, and one of his customers, though only for recreational drug use. Now drugs have become his lifestyle. Ray lost his arm in the Army. He won't say where or how he lost it, but its most likely he lost it in the second Operation Enduring Freedom. He doesn't talk much about his past. Most just assume that he's another broken vet, and they're pretty much right. He's currently living with Lab Rat (If Incredible John is okay with that) and has helped him out with some of the more elaborate traps.

[salamimike]

Grothnor said
(I'm using Jet Black because if The Incredible John needs a partner, this is only appropriate)

[Amestris]

Name: Lilith Kingston

Age: Nineteen

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Too little contact with humans to be sure, but probably straight.

Race: Caucasian (Half British, half Italian)

Position: Hacker, Information dealer, weapons designer, though she has taken a life or two, occasionally.

Personality: Lilith is a bit of a loner. She spends her time searching for blackmail and hacking into the computers of random people. She seems rather irritated all the time, and oftentimes weaker-willed people do everything to avoid her cold eyes. She doesn’t enjoy talking, liking to drift in her own mind and forget the world around her, and when she does, it’s often foul language spewing from her mouth. She is very temperamental and particularly enjoys creating rage video games where no one can defeat the boss, creating new weaponry, or changing the files in random companies so that 60% of their shares belong to the Russian Mafia.

Other:

Appearance: http://ts3.mm.bing.net/th?id=HN.608033366300165630&pid=15.1

History: Lilith’s mother was a prostitute, her father an important Mafioso. The two of them met in a bar after a long day, and ‘fell in love’ after a few drinks. When she was born, her mother was already rather ill because she wasn’t able to feed both of them, and died soon after. She got her mother’s surname since they didn’t know her father’s. Her mother’s boss was rather angry, considering she was his most popular employee, though realized that he could replace her with Lilith once she got older. However, her father needed an heir to his fortune and kidnapped her, bringing her to live with him. She eventually found one of his guns when she was ten, and looked it up in the library. From then on, she got into weapons design, selling some of her best work to different companies. Her father, being the asshole he is, soon dumped her in an apartment building he owned when she was fourteen and he had found a legitimate heir and a wife twenty years younger than him.

Lilith’s father gave her money for school until she graduated. She still lives in the apartment building, though he hadn’t checked on it in years. It was old and falling apart, the staff dead from all the gang fights around town. The heating, electricity, and water were still intact, and half the apartments are still livable, but no one lives there anymore, except Lilith. Oftentimes, random people walked by, and would see her shadow from the window, and the drunks, the junkies, and the delusional would often say that a ghost lived there.

I probably will add on a bit more later. Sorry for putting up the link to her appearance, my computer hates me.

[Embrz]

Name: Nicole Chang
Age: 19
Gender: Female

Sexuality: Asexual
Race: Asian
Position: Petty thief; also skilled at parkour

Personality: Nicole's time on the streets has broken her emotionally and psychologically. The horrors and atrocities she has witnessed and faced over the course of her life in the slums have torn her apart mentally and broken her into almost nothing. She has taken a vow of silence; she communicates solely through her body language. She has serious trust issues; she lives with the inevitable feeling that she is going to be betrayed sooner or later. As such, she never sticks around anywhere for much longer than she needs to.

Even should she find someone she trusts and wants to stay with, Nicole's meek and quiet demeanor makes her a difficult person to get to know. The few people in her life that she actually tried to befriend ultimately left her behind, viewing her as too weak and submissive in order to survive. And on top of that, she suffers from poor self-esteem and no real willpower. As such, she is easily swayed and manipulated, quickly becoming a follower of a stronger, dominant personality. If she isn't failing to befriend somebody she feels comfortable with, she's being controlled and subdued into following someone else.

Against all odds, however, Nicole can survive on her own. While her lack of self-esteem prevents her from taking risks and expanding her horizons, she has enough self-confidence to understand where her capabilities lie and know her limits. She's too submissive to go out of her way to prove something to someone on her own, but there's enough of her confidence left to keep her going on her own.

Appearance: Nicole is small. She stands at four feet, eleven inches, and has a solid runner's body, though undernourished.



History: The first thing Nicole can remember is sitting alone on a street corner in the slums at about three years of age. No parents, no guardians. Just her and a small, palm-sized stuffed panda bear that looks like it's seen much better days. She's forgotten much of what happens after that until about age seven, at which point she begins to recall a tall, kind man that looked out for her and cared for her: Charlie. He taught her how to survive in the streets and raised her for the next five years. From her mentor and guardian, Nicole learned a several useful skills for survival in the slums: how to steal, how to remain invisible while doing so, and how to run if you fail - or known more colloquially, parkour.

Her thievery began at age nine. While with her guardian scavenging for food, Nicole began a game with him. Whenever Charlie would place food in his bag, she would sneak up on him and remove it, placing it somewhere else for him to pick up and restart the cycle. After ten extra minutes of scavenging than should have been necessary, Charlie caught on to Nicole's tricks. Rather than scold her for her actions, however, he decided to harness her talent. Charlie took her stuffed panda and hid it in his pocket. He told her that if she wanted it back, she would have to take it from him without him noticing. And if he noticed, it would turn into a game of tag. Once he caught her, the game would restart. It was in this manner that Nicole became proficient in thievery and parkour.

Charlie and Nicole began to use her skills to their advantage. They would take any supplies they came across: clothes, food, any form of tools. If they could use it, Nicole would take it. In their small corner of the slums, Charlie and Nicole were known for their exploits. And for the most part, those exploits were too small to be noticed by any of the bigger fish in the sea.

But of course, all good things come to an end. And for Charlie, there was no worse end it could have come to.

While running from a failed steal when she was twelve, Nicole slipped from a rooftop and into an alleyway below, right on top of an arms deal that was taking place between two local gangs. Paranoia kicked in amongst the gang members. Accusations were thrown, weapons were drawn, and threats were shouted as Nicole realized she was about to get caught in the crossfire of a gang war. In a panic, she tried to talk down both sides of the battle, but to no avail.

As the firing started, Charlie arrived to pull Nicole out of the alleyway. They began to run from the ensuing battle; just before they were about to escape, Charlie took a bullet to the leg. This turned into a bullet in the hip, which turned into a bullet in the shoulder. Nicole could do nothing but watch as the only person she ever knew died before her eyes.

The last thing he gave her was the panda.

Somehow, her twelve year old mind connected her failure to talk down the gangs with Charlie's death, thus sparking her vow of silence. For seven years, Nicole has lived a quiet, lonely life. She steals to survive, and she keeps a low profile, away from the eyes of the more violent members of the slum society. And every night before she sleeps, Nicole takes the panda and remembers her only friend.