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| THE MAVERICKS |
~Valiant Heroics~
/ˈmævəɹɪk/
One who does not abide by rules.
One who creates or uses unconventional and/or controversial ideas or practices.

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"A hero is an ordinary individual who finds the strength
to persevere and endure in spite of overwhelming obstacles."

- Christopher Reeves


It's kind of funny the stories we tell ourselves just to make it through another bitter day. We give each other hope despite the odds always being stacked against us. We were always taught good would triumph over evil, the plucky hero would topple the evil empire and the knight in shining armour would show up one day to sweep the princess off her feet before riding off to their happily ever after.

But this hope, in many cases at least, is false.

Happy endings seem to be as much of a relic, an artifact long forgotten, as the knights which appear in the stories. Instead of allowing hope to encourage us to new heights, to explore new frontiers and to keep pushing on, we use hope as a shield. It merely protects us as we keep our overwhelming fear at bay. The fear we've allowed to rule over our lives. We work jobs that we hate, and that make us sick because we're too afraid to take a chance on a job that would make us happy but comes with less pay. We constantly settle in our lives, too scared to take a risk or face rejection despite the possible outcome being one of the best moments we could ever have. And when we witness each other coming into harm, we don't try to stop it because we fear harm coming upon us. For this reason, the crooks, thieves, thugs and murderers prey on your fear. They savour it's smell as they feed upon you and where there is fear they are quickly drawn to it. Their kinds spreads faster than any known cancer as they corrupt every system they come up against, wearing it down and bringing it to its knees.

Such is the story of Kilbride, a city that could easily be one of the most beautiful cities in all of America. Instead it lies infested and rotting like a dying man on his prison cot. Helpless to stop the infection as it grows worse every day. The criminals run this city, they have their hands in every pocket, every industry and every home. But change is coming, the winds are shifting, something new has come to town. Their reckoning will soon be upon them. Eventually the people will push back as leaders rise up to guide them. Heroes will come forth to lead the revolution and evil will know what it means to feel fear as they are banished.

For no darkness can exist where the light shines, and the light will soon fall upon the city. Criminals beware, your time is at an end.

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| Kilbride, Clallam County, West Washington State |




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Lord Wraith as Caleb Fitzroy/IllAdvised
Hillan as Thomas Campbell/Angel
Stein as Makarios Lillis/Feral
YoshiSkittlez as Roanna Sanne/Necia
Roman as Cassandra Striver/Quintain
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| Name |
Caleb Richard Fitzroy

| Nickname(s) |
Cal, Fitz

| Alias |
IllAdvised

| Gender |
Male

| Birthday |
August 8,

| Height |
5'-10”, [Closer to 6' in costume]

| Weight |
164 lbs

| Hair Colour |
Deep Brown with strands of gold and auburn acting as natural highlights, these are most visible in bright light where as in dim and darkly lit places, Cal's hair can seem to be almost black. He keeps his hair anywhere from a short to medium length, often grooming it into various ways.

| Eye Colour |
Deep Blue with flecks of icy blue strewn throughout, he is especially known for his keen piercing blue eyes. Caleb's eyes are known for being able to look right through someone as though he is staring into their soul.

| Appearance |

Cal has a slender muscular build. While he's not 'ripped' by any means, his muscles are fairly well toned from years of exercising with both his Dad and Bryce. Cal's build is comparable to that of a swimmer or a gymnast as opposed to a fighter like a martial artist or boxer. Though as Cal becomes more involved in vigilantism, his body will grow and adapt to support the appropriate muscle mass and shape.

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| Equipment |
-Olympus OM-D E-M1: Cal carries a top of the line digital with a variety of interchangeable lenses that provide Cal various effects, distances and ranges in his photography.

-Custom Tablet Device: Cal carries around a customized tablet computer which easily dwarfs the processing power of most top of the line laptop. Cal uploaded his own custom Operating System, Glitch, into the tablet. Cal also carries a variety of portable hardware such as a disk drive which he plug into the tablet.

-Wrist Glitch Device: Cal's trademark piece of equipment. The 'Glitch Device' combines the best features of a superphone and a tablet, allowing it to be used as either. Like Cal's customized tablet, the Glitch Device runs on the Glitch Operating Systems and is home to the Glitch Artificial Intelligence prototype. Due to its size, Cal wears the Glitch Device strapped to the underside of his left forearm. In his IllAdvised costume, he adds some armor to it but still wears the device on the underside of his left forearm.

Cal's Volvo was originally his father's before he was put away in the care of the Murdoch Mental Hospital. Now Cal gets to enjoy the privilege of having his own fairly luxurious car.

Cal's father was something of a motorcycle enthusiast, his son however did not inherit the ability. Despite that, Cal still realized that when being a vigilante, a small quick vehicle is best and as such dug into his savings to invest in the Spyder. Modifying the engine, stability and a couple other features of the vehicle, Cal maximized it's abilities so that even the Spyder can leave a Ducati choking on its dust.







| Biography |
Born and raised in Kilbride, Washington in the United States of America, Caleb Richard Fitzroy lived a fairly normal if not somewhat spoiled childhood. Son of a successful inventor and detective, Cal was made sure that he would be well educated throughout his childhood. Early in his life, his mother, Rebecca Fitzroy was part of the Kilbride Police Force. Rebecca was the daughter of successful business man Robert Faulkner, one of the richest men in all of Kilbride and also a direct descendent of one of Kilbride's original founders and his namesake. Rebecca was on the force for nearly five years before becoming disenchanted with the precinct and its ever growing corruption. During her time away from the force, Rebecca gave birth to Cal, his young life bringing back a spark to her life and when he grew to the age of two, she decided to open her own private investigation service.

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On the night of his sixteenth birthday, Rebecca was out on a case, staking out the Roman Colossus in hopes of finally being able to nail Roman Locke with inadmissible evidence and bring down his criminal empire. Locke had always managed to either make evidence disappear or find a fall guy to take his place but Rebecca was determined not to let that happen this time. Unfortunately she must have got too close as her body was found later that night in critical condition and horribly mutilated. She died in the hospital as the clock struck midnight, the grief at her loss overwhelming both Richard and Cal. However in Cal's case, the overwhelming emotion activated Cal's metagene and when Richard tried to comfort his son, Cal's body accidentally completely absorbed Richard's own metahuman abilities and most of his psyche causing Richard to fall into a coma. He awoke forty eight hours later, his mind shattered, the doctors figured the death of his wife caused him to a psychological break and Cal's grandparents reluctantly both buried their daughter and had their son in law put in the care of the Murdoch Mental Hospital.

With his parents gone, Caleb went to live with Landon Baxter. Since Landon was closer to both Cal and his parents than his grandparents ever were, he was made Cal's godfather and legal guardian in the event of the worst. Naturally, in Kilbride the city ruled by crime, when you go rattling the cages, the animals get angry and the worst isn't far behind. Moving into Landon's downtown condo was a big change for Caleb compared to living in the Heights, the rich district surrounding the valley. Landon however kept Caleb enrolled in Kilbride College Academy in an attempt to ensure some stability remained in the boy's life. While it was rough at first, Caleb's friends helped him through his sophomore year and he was able to look past his mother's murder and his father's admittance into the Murdoch Mental Hospital.

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Cal's Playlist:

  1. Heart Shaped Box-Nirvana

  2. Smells Like Teen Spirit-Nirvana

  3. In Bloom-Nirvana

  4. Rape Me-Nirvana

  5. Superman's Dead-Our Lady Peace

  6. Innocent-Our Lady Peace

  7. Seven Nation Army Remix (The White Stripes)-The Glitch Mob

  8. Blue Orchid-The White Stripes

  9. Monster-Skillet

  10. Hero-Skillet

  11. Rise-Skillet

  12. Sick Of It-Skillet

  13. Move-Thousand Foot Krutch

  14. Falls Apart-Thousand Foot Krutch

  15. E For Extinction-Thousand Foot Krutch

  16. Let The Sparks Fly-Thousand Foot Krutch

  17. Down-Thousand Foot Krutch

  18. Sweet Dreams (Are Made Of This)-Marilyn Manson

  19. I'm So Sick-Flyleaf

  20. Sail-Awolnation

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Name: Roanna Sirus Sanne

Nicknames: Ro, Bones

Alias: Necia

Gender: Female

Birthday: August 7th

Height: 5'-7”

Weight: 118 lbs

Hair Colour: Ash brown, dark blonde highlights.

Eye Colour: Chocolate brown

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Starter Costume: Home-made, continually has to change from burning fabric

Future Costume: N/A

Metal Bo Staff

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Work In Progress.



Name:
Thomas Casey Campbell – Lor'nal Tahlor.

Alias:
Angel

Age & Birthday:
18 (19) May 9th .- 1995

Appearance:
191 CM tall, 86 KG Heavy. Thomas is tall and muscular, his muscles are raw, and not clean-cut, showing that he's spent his time growing muscles working, and not lifting weights at a gym. Thomas have short blond hair and blue eyes. His skin is lightly tanned. Thomas is usually seen wearing T-Shirts, without any markings on them, naturally single-colored, flannel shirts, Denim or stonewashed jeans, working boots and either a blue jacket, or his father's black leather jacket. An old, simple watch with brown leather strips are usually on his left wrist.

Abilities:

Lornian Physique:
Thomas is a member of the Lornian race, a humanoid alien. The key difference being slight alteration in their biology. Thomas have approximately 25% bigger, and many times more powerful lungs than a human do. His muscles are denser, and his bones are harder, but almost hollow. However, the most notable difference in his physique is the meter and a half wide wings on each side of his back, making three and a half meter, all in all in wingspan. The Lornian Physique works in such a manner than they, unlike the human puberty, constantly evolve, but their physical maturing is based on experience, rather than just age. In lay-man-terms, Thomas gets stronger, not much, but little by little every time he uses his powers. There is a natural ceiling to this, of course.

Bodily Functions:
Thomas's Strength, Endurance, Speed, Agility and Dexterity are all above that of the regular humans. His endurance, most notably. He is about twice as strong as anyone else of his build would be, but his muscles handles a way greater force to be impacted upon them. Due to his increased lung capacity, Thomas oxydises his muscles much more effectively than a human does, making his body able to keep in combat, or on the move for so much longer, and helps his muscles recover from great stress much faster. Thomas's body also heals from physical wounds multiple times faster than a human.

“Danger Sense”
Thomas's mind works faster, in certain situations than a humans does. When a certain stimuli is noticed by his brain, it sends out a hormone, much like the human adrenaline, if you would've mixed it with horse-blood to his brain. When Thomas feels he's in danger, angry, or scared this hormone is sent out, and it makes his mind work several times faster, allowing him to make various on-the-spot calls that a human would not have the though process to perform. If the hormone stays in his body for extensive amounts of time, his mind will become weary. Possibly even rendering him unconscious for a set amount of time.

Enhanced Senses:
Thomas's hearing is enhanced, but more drastically so is his eyesight. His eyes and ears are developed to be fully operational even in high-speed movement, such as flight. His eyes allows him to see over very long distances, making out details really far away. He can make out exact details. (Read what it says on a passing car that has a advert on it, for example. Not read a tiny paper note.) up to a mile away.

Wings:
Certainly Thomas's most obvious part of his non-human physique. The wings are dense, dense enough to block low-caliber firearms, such as the average handgun, that's not to say that it doesn't hurt to do so, since it does. Thomas is able to fly at a speed of 180 KM/H, and dive for three times his overall flight speed.

Bloodline of Gar'iel:

Thomas belongs to the blood of Gar'iel, Gabriel. Unlike the power of Michael and Uriel, which are Seraphim-ism and energy manifestation, respectably. The gifts of Gabriel are those of memory. Immortality. Not literal immortality, no, the blood of Gar'iel can still die, certainly. But as long as their blood is still living, in a offspring, their legacy will live on. Their memories and skills will be passed onto their offspring, creating a form of reincarnation. Thomas's mind and his body holds genetically the line of thousands different men and women whom have passed down the genetic code, the blood of Gar'iel, and with it, their skills and their knowledge. Every moment, every emotion, and every thought they ever had is locked inside of Thomas, ready for him to begin to unravel.

Skills:

Martial Arts: Thomas comes with a built in martial arts. He's never trained himself officially in any school, but yet, he knows a style of martial arts that is raw and rough, focusing on grapples and grips, rather than usual punches and kicks. Beyond grapples and kicks, it's all about hitting your opponent weak spot. Using your holds and your grabs to determine where the enemy's joints are, and then snap them. Dislocating shoulders and crushing kneecaps is just about Thomas's favorite thing to do.

Melee Weapon Proficiency: Thomas has a natural ability to use almost any weapon known to man. That's not to say that he is skilled with every weapon, because he's not. A weapon he's never held before is gonna feel strange to him, and he'll need practice, and lots of it, to become a master at said weapon. Just like how a new, unbalanced blade feels strange in the hands of a swordsmaster.

First Aid: Thomas has gone through basic first aid and CPR training. The latter was obligatory at his school, the former something he picked up to help him stitch himself up.

Mechanic: Thomas knows a thing or two about engines. Be it tractors or tuners. He is far from an expert in his field, but more than skilled enough to fix the average car. He works part-time at a garage.

Marksmanship:[/i] Thomas has a decent skill with handguns and semi-automatic firearms, his skills are what you'd expect from the son of a police sergeant and grandson of a ranking military officer.

Equipment:
Pick-up Truck, red, good shape. An older model, 99', Ford.
Keys, Cellphone... Secondary Cellphone.

His costume is simple. Hardened leather jacket and pants. Iron-laced knuckles on his leather gloves.
His jacket comes with a matching hood. The hood has a piece of iron in the front, to keep it hanging over his face during flight and combat. Due to the fact that there's no mask Thomas can find that works for him during flight and during combat, Thomas wears navy blue face-paint on his eyes, to conceal his appearance.

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Cassie Striver; Quintain

Name:
Cassandra Alexandria Striver

Nicknames:
'Cass'; 'Cassie'; 'Striver'

Alias:
'Quintain'

Gender:
Female

Height:
5'8"

Weight:
120lbs

Hair Colour:
Naturally Brunette; Dyed a Black-to-Purple Fade. White Blonde wig as Quintain

Eye Colour:
Green. Amber contact lenses as Quintain

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Equipment:
Barret XM109 High-Powered Sniper Rifle.
Lightweight Armour Sleeveless Vest, white.
Lightweight Armour Trousers, white.
Lightweight Armour Boots, black.
Large Hooded Coat with tapering tail that curves around legs, white with red accents.
Wig, short/messy cut, white-blonde.
Coloured Contact Lenses, amber.
Cheap disposable 'burner' phone, replaced weekly, only able to receive incoming messages.

All courtesy of Roman Locke, from the Ares Corporation.

Biography:
Cassie's childhood was subdued, at best. She had a loving mother, a working father, her younger sister - Jo - and attentive grandparents. She had medical problems, anxiety and panic attacks, but she got medication and they dulled the attacks, even if they didn't get rid of them. She went through school, suffering grade losses after her grandparents passed and eventually dropping out after high school and picking up an easy retail job to pay rent to her parents. Her sister was far more promising, anyway, Cassie was happy, and, somewhere between leaving school and getting hired, Cassie had learnt that her panic attacks - that had never gone away - weren't a result of anxiety, or imbalanced hormones, or a deformity or deficiency in the brain. They were the manifestation of a strange ability, and Cassie slowly began to recognize herself as Metahuman. And that felt good to know when Jo brought home her school reports.

Shortly after Cassie's 18th birthday, her family - mother, father, sister, and Cassie herself - were gathered in the kitchen. Not for any particular reason, she often reminisced - just one of those moments where the destinations and objectives of multiple people suddenly collide on common ground. They were chatting, and getting in each others way, and teasing, and then Cassie's father slipped and spilled the kettle he'd been holding, boiling water splashing down the length of Jo's arm. She screamed, and Cassie suddenly felt one of her attacks coming on, far more rapid than anything before. The world slowed but Cassie was in complete control of herself, and in slow-motion she watched the metal of the kettle, of the knives, of the saucepans on the hob, rattle and lift and then tear itself into pieces and fly toward Jo before flinging itself in an outward circle. She dodged the metal, moving faster than it somehow. Her parents were not so lucky. The world caught back up to speed. Blood was everywhere.

After that, the next two years of Cassie's life became very selfless. All the money she had saved, all the money her parents had left them, all the money she could get together by selling everything she could get a price for - it all went toward Jo's school fund. She'd been pulled out of her school, but Cassie had found a good boarding school for her, somewhere she wouldn't waste her smarts. But, slowly and surely, Cassie's funds dried up. First her savings, especially after she got fired for tardiness and absence. Then her inheritance, her parents not well-off in the first place. Then the money from the pawn shop. The school would have sent letters, but Cassie had no home to deliver to. Jo was pulled from the school, and Cassie sunk into despair. She couldn't keep them both alive on the streets.

And that was when she met Roman Locke. He knew the real reason behind her parent's deaths. He knew the real reason behind Cassie's early medication. He knew her ability, and he knew Jo's. He wanted both.

Locke offered Jo a home, food, and an education far surpassing anything Cassie could ever have hoped to give her with the school, and offered Cassie a home and food herself. He asked one thing of her - be his hitman. She'd been practicing her ability, and could bring on the slow-down, the now-dubbed 'Focus State', for mere moments. She knew she could make the shots he wanted her to take, and so did he.

She agreed. She acts as Quintain now, disguise and costume in place, high-powered rifle placed dutifully in her hands. She gets the target and makes the shot - and her sister stays alive for one more day.

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Locke's Mark
Cassie has also been branded as under Locke's employment, as to have easier passage around the city, and so the other gangs know that she is not theirs to seize. This brand has been tattooed on to the inside of her right-hand wrist - her shooting hand - and forms the image of a trojan helmet profile set on top of an imperialist eagle logo.
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Name:
Makarios Acayo Lilis


Nicknames (Optional):
Macaya, Maki


Notable Alias(es):

N/A at the moment


Gender:
Taco who likes other Tacos


Age:
17


Appearance:
-Height: 6' 0"
-Weight: 173 lbs
-Build: Makarios holds a slightly bulkier version of a swimmer's body. Toned and athletic, it's deceptively flexible. His calves exude compacted muscle from a person who's run a lot in his life, usually with leg weights.
-Eye Colour: A healthy and vivid green.
-Hair Colour: Chestnut Brown
-General Attire: Makarios is a smart shopper and always has been. Growing up with no money, but a need to hide the bruises of an abusive father teaches a kid to cover up subtly. He's usually found in grey, black or white colors and thin long-sleeved shirts. A king at rummaging through clearance bin and second-hand stores, he always finds the designer clothes because those are usually the most breathable fabric that he can wear year round and hide the fading scars and bruises from his years at home. He wears form-fitting clothes and tighter pants, while still granting him the ability to move around.
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Metahuman Abilities:
Animal Mimicry On his own, it seems as if Makarios has no powers of note. But, with his amulet, Makarios has been blessed (or cursed) with the ability to call upon the attributes of any animal within the animal kingdom. The amulet holds a mental connection with him, and the "calling" of animals is at his mental behest. The best way that it can be explained is that the amulet calls the purest form of an animals aura and envelops Makarios in it.

This power leads way to a number of uses in a variety of situations.

At this point, he can't call on larger animals for too long. Small characteristics like a dog's hearing/smell/taste or something like that he can do with ease. But calling on a rhinos charging power can damn near kill him at this point by itself.

His metahuman body also gives him increased durablility and enhanced strength. His reflexes, though raw, are very quick (he needs to learn to hone them to effectively use them in battle). His five senses along with his vestibular and kinesthetic sense are heightened, though could still use refinement. His agility also has a naturally higher threshold than most.The relationship between the amulet and him is tense at best. The amulet seems to be almost sentient in some aspects. When it wants soemthing, Makarios can feel it. Though, it should be noted that it's "wants" are always just urges for Makarios to do some type of heroic deed.


Skills and Talents:
Mental Sponge: Makarios seems to absorb information at a rate faster than most. Languages are child's play to him. He's already learned English, he's fluent in Greek, Spanish, and Italian. He's passable in Arabic, and he wants to learn German.

Eye for detail - Makarios picks up on many things. He can take in a room and subconsciously remember the spacing of objects, where things are placed and the like. He pays attention to the likes and habits of those around him and figures out how to incorporate them, which will lead him down his path for Public Relations and Advertising.

Makarios is a natural scrapper with a light background in mixed martial arts. He can hold his own in a street fight, and he's had to on many instances from street punks trying to gay-bash.

Makarios is VERY percpetive of things in general. The son of a vehement alcoholic, you had to be aware of yourself and others if you wanted to survive. He excels in reading the emotions of others and is a solid judge of character.



Equipment:
What do you carry with you in the field?


Likes and Dislikes

Likes:
-Makarios is a huge fan of literature. King, Steinbeck, Aesop, Plato, his tastes span a wide variety.
-Makarios has a deep appreciation for music, specifically tribal music. Something about the pronounced beats resonate with him. Really, anything with a deep beat resonates with him.
-He has a secret obsession with grilling and barbecuing and will completely devour a rack of ribs, a far jump from his usual more reserved demeanor.
-He has recently been getting in to calligraphy and finds it calming.

Dislikes:
-Makarios can’t stand the entitled. His view is that no one is just automatically entitled to anything. Only work gives a man his rewards.
-Brussel Sprouts: He just can’t stand them. Plain and simple.



Personality/Philosophy/Outlook:

Makarios is a complex individual. In the professional world, he's extremely personable (he has to be, if he's aspiring to be a PR Rep). But outside of that he's a bit more closed off. It's still very simple for him to make friends with others, but he's careful not to let them too far in.

He's not a trusting individual at all. He's quick to form of opinions of people and usually goes with his gut. He's very critical of people, and it shows sometimes. He hold nearly everyone at an arms length.

IF Makarios does begin to trust an individual, another side opens up. He's a very maternal person and very family-oriented (probably due to his lack of one growing up and his amulet). Once he trusts someone -- and he's generally not a trusting person,-- he's extremely loyal and will do anything in his power to protect. But, he's also the first person to call them out on their stupidity.

Quiet until the situation absolutely calls for otherwise, he doesn't give his opinion unless asked, or unless he feels he absolutely has to.

One thing that drives him up the wall is ignorance. He can't stand it, and will/has started a fight over blatant ignorance. He's also irritated by loud and brash people. He's not one to hide his feelings towards someone, though he's always cordial. Honesty is the policy he operates by.


Backstory:
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Makarios grew up in your typical bad home. In a city like New Lilith, that wasn't an uncommon story. The bastard son of Lysandra Lillis, his father always made a point to let him know that he was a bastard and no son of his. His mother was a sickly woman, though the times when she was able to smile, she could light up the entire city.

The time Makarios was able to spend with her were the best moments of his life. He never really knew much about his grandfather, but the times she would talk about him, her face would seem to lose 20 years, and she would beam the entire story. The stories never really made sense to Makarios, because she would leave a lot out, or say "Hmm....I don't think that's appropriate for your ears."

One week before she died, she gave Makarios an amulet. She told him it was made from an animals bone. He asked her what animal it was made from and why should he have it. She looked at him and said "It was my fathers, and his father's before him. It's made from all the animals in the world, Maki. And it will serve as a ward from harm as long as you do what's right." It was at that time that his step-father stormed in to the room, drink in hand, yelling that Makarios was causing his mother pain. In a hurry, he left, clutching the amulet in his hand, so his father wouldn't see.

Most of his early childhood isn't of too much note. At the age of 7, he was placed in martial arts at the behest of his mother, so he would have some type of outlet. In secret, he knew it was so he would be able to at least defend himself against his dad. He seemed to excel in it, but by the age of 11, his father had taken him out of it. Though, that didn't stop Makarios from sparring with his former class mates. They always seemd to complain that his moves were never predictable, but always deliberate.

His mother died when he was 14, and it wasn't soon after that that his father picked up the abusive tendencies he had relinquished when his mother had fallen ill, and this time with a vengeance. One of the worst instances was when he broke two of Makarios' fingers for spilling his beer. It wasn't soon after that that Makarios made up his mind to leave. The only reason he had stayed was because of his mom, and now that she was gone, he couldn't stand to look at his dead beat father. His father and his dying mother's wish for him to live a good life are what made him strive to live a good life. He dedicated his time to school and his grades shot up, skipping a grade and taking Advanced level classes and college level classes by his sophmore year. It also seemed that his father's brother took up residence in the house, more often than not, "consoling" his older brother. "Consoling" usually took the form of them taking terms berating Makarios, using him for beer runs, beating him when something wasn't done right, and screaming at his aunt when she tried to speak up. It was as if the death of his mother had sapped the last bit of good left in Makarios' life.

All the while, he began to feel a rage build up in him. The amulet his mother had given him seemed to grow warmer day by day, and sometimes, it even seemed to pulse at times.

The only thing keeping Makarios sane was his English teacher at his high school. He encouraged him to strive for more and get out of his living situation as soon as possible. But his words didn't reach Makarios until the night his uncle made a comment on how his mother had probably whored around. Of course, his father wasn't there, out on a beer run, so his Uncle was running his mouth needlessly. His aunt tried to stand up and tell him to stop, but she was promptly slapped back down. In a rage, Makarios spun around, beer bottle in hand, and smashed it over his uncles head. Of course, this all happened right as his father entered the house.

The ensuing fight left Makarios with a broken rib and dislocated shoulder. But during the altercation, soemthing happened. At one point, Makarios felt his amulet pulse and before he knew it, he swatted his father aside, growling like an animal. His father hit the wall of their dingy apartment, and slumped down, unconscious. His aunt stood in the center of the chaos, shaking uncontrollably. She merely looked at Makarios, who seemed scared out of his mind, tears welling in his eyes and whispered "Go." She was pleading with him to get out while he could, before the two men regained consciouness. With a dart, Makarios ran to his room, grabbing clothes and small personal things. His amulet pulsed again in the middle of his spree to get the hell out of there, and Makarios felt the pain in his shoulder dampen slightly.

He darted out of the house, tears streaming down his face, and went to the only adult he felt he could trust: his English teacher.

That was 3 years ago and Makarios has since been emancipated and is living on his own. It's the start of a new year and he's switching districts and starting at a new school.
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I'll edit it more a little later
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Stein...your not a lesbo...
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Added Maki and Tommy Boy to the OP. Just need Chad now, might do a separate thread for characters including Minor and Reoccurring ones once everyone has their primary characters finished.
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Stein...you're not a lesbo...


No. No I am not. Though....I didn't think I was...
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"Gender:
Taco who likes other Tacos"

Maki is, apparently.

I never knew.
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Hillan said
"Gender:Taco who likes other Tacos"Maki is, apparently.I never knew.


Ohhhhh because taco is a vag.

Got it.

That's cool.
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Ohhhhh because taco is a vag.Got it.That's cool.


OOOOOOOOH MAKI'S GOT A SECRET!
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Name:
Vito Morgan Barbaro.

Alias:
Capo

Age & Birthday:
19th December, 1995. (17.)

Appearance:
177 CM, 60 Kg. He's lean and fit. His build keeps him very agile. However, despite his rather thin build, he's trained to handle a punch or two. Green eyes, dark hair.
He wears tank-tops, hoodies and ripped jeans. He looks like he'd be butt-poor, as he refuses to follow suit to what people would expect from him.

Abilities:
Jack, with a side of squat.

Skills:
Martial arts:
Vito's being trained in Systema, the Russian style employed by the KGB. The greatest influence to his fighting style, however, is just regular street-fighting. The systema training does apply to his martial, but overall, it's all unpredictable street-fighting maneuvers he's picked up over the years.

Acrobatics: Vito is very agile. Able to apply flips and gymnastics into his fighting. He's far from a master acrobat, though.

Freerunning: Along with his agility, Vito is a good athlete and free-runner.

Street Smart:
Vito's got the know-how to get around the streets as one of your average thugs. He knows the names of everyone important and have connections in just about every crime gang in the city.

Sense Of Business:
You wouldn't expect it, but Vito has a great sense of opportunity. He knows what stocks are on the rise, for instance. He's great at seeing a opportunity and then seizing it.

Equipment:
Butterfly knife. Switchblade knife, taser.
He carries a slide that's attached to his right arm when 'in costume'. The slide will, when Vito twirls his wrist and pinkie send a switchblade into his hand.
His costume consists of a hoodie, a bandanna on his forehead, and a rag over his face. He wears different shoes, replacing his converse with black sneakers.

Backstory:

Born in Italy, his mother the daughter of one of Italy's greatest mobsters. Sancho De Grahm. Vito's father, William Barbaro was a small time thug back in America having ties to the russians, but when he had come with his pregnant fiance, Esmeralda, to Italy and met Esmeralda's father, William's life would change. William would learn everything about the world from Sancho. He had worked for his father-in-law for about a year when Vito was born. A healthy boy. His childhood was rather usual, he didn't notice his father and grandfather's work, and his mother was happy. But then, at the age of five, they decided to move back to the states.

Vito spent most of his childhood in a nice apartment in Chicago. His father's job as a up and coming mobster paid them more than enough to keep comfortable. But Vito never fit into the rich-kid niche. He was still attending public school, despite his mother insisting on him going to a boarding school. He got into fights and he got into trouble. Of course, the teachers didn't dare to take any actual action towards the boy, as soon as they learn about who his father was. From the age of 12 to 15 he spent the summers in Italy, with his grandfather, Sancho teaching Vito about the old ways. The ways Sancho had grown up with. The ways he had taught William 20 years ago, and ways Vito's father had all but forgotten. And Vito spent the rest of the year in the Chicago, in and out of juvie. Vito's crime record at the age of 15 was longer than most adult thugs were. But thanks to his father's connections, the cops never could make something stick long enough for him to get tested as an adult. There was always someone else to take the fall for his crimes. But in Italy, Vito felt at home. His grandfather told him about honor and that being a mobster didn't just mean you carried a gun and hurt people, it also meant helping people. Helping your people. To take care of those who were yours. That the people in your territory would be safe. But most of all, that you never broke your word. “Your word is your bond, Vito” Sancho always told him.

Vito would return to America a year ago, only to find that parts of his father's crew had gotten pinched, and they had to leave Chicago, as William had gotten a new contact in a city called Kilbride. Not exactly the most lovely of names.. Or cities. But for Vito, it was a adjustment. He was now the clean-cut kid who was slick with the words and always there to help others out. He was a member of three study-groups. One support group, and in just about every club the school have to offer.

It was during his freshmen year Vito quit gymnastics and begun training Systema with a few of his father's Russian contacts.

He sold drugs to the people involved, not a lot, and nothing more dangerous than pot. But he earned money, money he didn't need his father to provide him with. Than one day, last year, a senior ( for the third year in a row) ambushed him, bashing his skull against the wall behind the school for “selling him a bad joint”. Which of course Vito hadn't. He didn't even sell joints. He just sold the weed, and his weed was top-notch. It was 'borrowed' from the mob, after all.

The thug humiliated him, and bruised both his body and pride. And there was one thing you didn't do to a Barbaro. You wouldn't dare to wound their pride. Else you'd pay. And so the thug, named Alex, did.
Vito put fire to Alex's car, but not before having sex with Alex's junior girlfriend. Alex came after Vito, with a knife. Vito, thanks to his training could defend himself. He broke Alex's arm and jammed the knife into Alex's shoulder. Alex survived but was put into jail afterwards. William, Vito's father did of course catch wind of this, and much to the boy's surprise, who was expecting punishment, William endorsed Vito's actions, despite the fact that William had previously been against Vito's aggressive behavior. He praised Vito for leading a life of an ace-student in school, but also for not leaving any evidence behind.

Vito decided to spend the summer in America, keeping up his practice of martial arts, and trying to get a foot into his dad's organization. And the more Vito learned that summer about his father, the more he resented it. His father had ever since he found out about Vito's fight with Alex, taken interest in the boy. Endorsed him to become just like his dad. A ruthless man who cared about nothing more but himself, and his legacy. But Vito doesn't wanna become like his father. Not truly, at least. Vito holds onto the ideals his grandfather lived by. Which is why he's now taking to the streets during the night, or whenever the opportunity arises, to mess up the local thugs of Kibride.

I'll probably rewrite parts of the backstory. And I should probably alter the formating and god knows what else, but screw it, not now.
And no, he still won't be played for a arc or two, at least, and even then, he'll be a side-character.
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This is what happens when I blank on what to do for a post...Roanna goes all broody. >.<
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Damn fagit! Shut teh ehf up!

I totally had my character on the old guild.

Fuck off mah dick bruh!

fuckn.rotum8

fck u

yo couch

ya life

fagit

pc.master.race lovin muthafucka

ifck ur life up.

(Okay I swear, hear it is.)

U mad nao

but lyke y?

y u mad thoooo?



y u mad?

??

I fckin luv bro

homo love

homo4lyfe

me n u

me in u

love bro

but yknow wut



Okay, I'm done with this for real. Here it is. I don't know why I just wasted so much fucking time on that. And fuck you, you should remember this anyway! You've fucking seen it before, you fuck! Punk ass bitch.



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Stein, you better check urself before u wreck urself.
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I thought he was a black guy. Wasn't he a black guy? Why did I think he was a black guy?
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Hillan said
Stein, you better check urself before u wreck urself.


I never wreck myself. I get frat guys to do that for me.
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