So has anyone watched "The Fifth Wave"? If you haven't, I assure you that the questions you will be asking at the end is "Where the fuck is *insert character*?!" and "Are they banging?".
I also assure you that I was totally forced into this by my sister and wasn't watching the movie with intense eyes, eating popcorn among tween girls squealing. That would be ridiculous.
So has anyone watched "The Fifth Wave"? If you haven't, I assure you that the questions you will be asking at the end is "Where the fuck is *insert character*?!" and "Are they banging?".
I also assure you that I was totally forced into this by my sister and wasn't watching the movie with intense eyes, eating popcorn among tween girls squealing. That would be ridiculous.
XD I actually saw it just recently. Not the best movie but all the same it wasn't too bad. Apparently the book was better (as they tend to be).
So has anyone watched "The Fifth Wave"? If you haven't, I assure you that the questions you will be asking at the end is "Where the fuck is *insert character*?!" and "Are they banging?".
I also assure you that I was totally forced into this by my sister and wasn't watching the movie with intense eyes, eating popcorn among tween girls squealing. That would be ridiculous.
Yeah, the movie was meh. Not the best start to an awesome year for movies. So excited for so many things. Suicide Squad, Deadpool, Zoolander, X-men, Batman vs Superman, Dirty Grandpa, Finding Dory etc.
@TheIrishJJ Oh, he is going to be interesting. Wondering how he's going to react to Claire, LOL
Approved, move over to the CS tab. ^^
Thanks! I actually thought about that at one point when making Wolfgang. As someone who's half Irish (father from Belfast), but doesn't live in/on Ireland (London) I don't get Americans when it comes to St. Patrick Day. It confuses me that people who had one or two Irish ancestors over one hundred years ago celebrate it much more than I do even when my dad came from there. But I guess it's just different cultures. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
@Wade Wilson Okay, Looks good, can move to the CS Tab.
With him being in San Fran, he'll probably be the first to run into another "winner" - He and Tas will be on the same flights to Paris.
Wolfgang will just get a direct train from Zurich. I love the Schengen Area.
@TheIrishJJ I can understand why it would seem odd. For us, the U.S. is such a heavily built immigrant country, the majority of us are from immigrants at one point or another. Very few actually have any Native American blood. And we are still such a young nation compared to others. So our families history includes so many nations we weren't personally born in. We love the history and the ties. With Irish, they are one of the easiest to track further back thanks to the Catholic Church. Birth and baptism records can easily be tracked back with many families hundreds of years (For someone like me who is a genealogy junkie - that is a huge pull.)
We're still teenagers when it comes to most nations, still finding our identity and with all teens we pull from all things to find out what works best for us personally until we can find our own.
@TheIrishJJ I can understand why it would seem odd. For us, the U.S. is such a heavily built immigrant country, the majority of us are from immigrants at one point or another. Very few actually have any Native American blood. And we are still such a young nation compared to others. So our families history includes so many nations we weren't personally born in. We love the history and the ties. With Irish, they are one of the easiest to track further back thanks to the Catholic Church. Birth and baptism records can easily be tracked back with many families hundreds of years (For someone like me who is a genealogy junkie - that is a huge pull.)
We're still teenagers when it comes to most nations, still finding our identity and with all teens we pull from all things to find out what works best for us personally until we can find our own.
That's actually quite ironic. I love genealogy too, but lots of Irish information is missing (my father tells me that this is because of fires in risings etc, perhaps at the GPO) which means that all of my family tree on my father's side is what him and his mum know. Unfortunately I no longer have an Ancestry membership which means I can't do anything more with my mother's side.
@TheIrishJJ I have run into that problem with one branch, but for the most part it has been pretty clear sailing, have many tracked back to the middle ages without hiccup. Most any nations with strong Catholic ties I can usually find, many times with photographs or scans of the actual parchments/bibles/records. The Swedish and German sides, not as much smooth sailing. Norwegian becomes nearly impossible at a certain point....
Err, Bob is a little different from what I intended.
#Bobishere
Robbie J. Thompson
Character Summary
Name: Robbie John Thompson Aliases: Bob Age: 51 Birthday: 25th October Nationality: American Ethnicity: African American Birth Place: San Fransisco, California, United States of American Current Residence: Homeless Gender: Male Job: Unemployed
Appearance
Height: 6'1 Weight: 92 kilograms Build: Traces of muscle but unfit Eyes: Brown Hair: Greying Black Hair Skin Tone: Dark Tattoos/Scars/Piercings:
This tattoo marks him as the leader of the 8th Street Leader. The gang was one of the more notorious gangs of San Fransisco. It was based around the downtown area, focusing on recruiting unstable youths into their fold. The gang likened themselves to Japanese culture and tattooed their members on the chest with an oni. This covers the chest area and stomach.
This marks a partner back when he was still living in a home. Layla Anderson was his soulmate, a fiery woman that loved him. Informed of his gang connections, she celebrated their anniversary of a year on the 2nd August, 2015. She was caught in a a drive by, falling into a coma and died ten days afterwards
This is a religious tattoo that he gained during his time in prison. This was when Bob was reconsidering the choices he had in life.
Kanji for kill. Branded after killing someone in the name of 8th Street.
Left
Right
He gained these tattoos mourning the death of his beloved Layla. The one on the left signifies one of his greatest fears and the one on the right shows how it took the woman he most loved.
Personal Style: Bob, since he's living in poverty, get's whatever he can get. A black beanie to keep him warm in cold nights, ripped black hoodie, an oversized grey t-shirt, jeans and some sneakers he got from one of his more caring donators. He doesn't really have the time to personalise himself nor does he have the money to get clothes just for the sake of style. He does have a silver chained necklace with a cross on his neck.
Psychology
Grandfatherly * Broken * Kind * Lonely
Sexuality: Heterosexual Relationship Status: Single Personality: Bob, from what people have met of him, is a very grandfatherly person. Kind, spritely and funny, he is the kind of person that tells tales of the olden days even though he is only a middle aged person. He isn't the type to shout nor the type to be silent. He is a down to earth, religious man with no such assumptions or stereotypes about anyone. When he is offended or angry however, he isn't the kind to hold back punches. Though he isn't the type to pick a fight but always seems to get into them almost once a week.
Inside however, Bob is a pretty broken man. Having lost contact to his neglecting family, lost his girlfriend in a drive by shooting when he was locked up in jail, his friends don't know that he still lives and most of his comrades in 8th Street are either dead or arrested for life. He has no fall back, no one to go to. He leads the lonely life of the homeless man, scarred and beaten with no place to stay. As one of the "dregs of society", he feels self-conscious when he is around richer folk and doesn't like going out of his comfort zone much.
Habits:
Biting fingernails when nervous
Stays clear of police
Flipping tables when frustrated or angry
Hobbies:
Roaming
People Watching
Practicing Iaido
Daydreaming
Fears:
Going back to jail
Death
Plutophobia - The fear of the wealthy
Guns
Likes:
Sitting in parks
Cloud Watching
Swearing
Telling stories
Giving hugs
Nice People
Dislikes:
Begging
Being called a "hobo"
Homeless Beatings
The Opulent Rich
Assholes
Gang Members
History
A Memory: "Oi! You have nerve coming out here, hobo!" The four teenagers were led by a big bruiser, one of them holding a camera and filming. They were all rich kids trying to pick on a poor homeless man. They picked on the wrong man. Bob stood with clenched fists, fire in his eyes. 8th Street taught you things and fighting against punk kids with attitudes were one of his valued lessons. When the Rich Kid #1 stood in front of him, raising a baseball bat above his head, he used a roundhouse kick to his ribs. He followed up with a quick punch to the solar plexus. The rest of them fled, one of them dropping their camera on the ground.
History: Banha was born in the ghettos of San Fransisco. Though damaged by ruthless gangs and drug lords, the area is still prospering, due to a hard people and damn good police. Born into the streets, little Banha didn't know much about his biological parents. At the age of four, he was dropped on the steps of the head of a once powerful gang in the San Fran area. Shinku Akiyama, the so called "Last 8th Street Demon", a title that have confused many people who weren't aware of the name, was definitely surprised when he saw a small, sniffling child on his doorstep.
He sighed, his cold eyes renewed by the sight of such youthfulness. "Ahh, you are like me, eh? Left behind, sticking around while people move on. You're a loner like me." Shinku, then a comparatively old 44 year old, scratched his beard. "How about us two loners hang out for a while." The Japanese man took the young baby in. This changed both of their lives, for better or for worse? Well, depends on your perspective.
The years spent in the Akiyama household flew by, it was the childhood Bob never had really. His life became a happy blur and his days turn into a routine. He dropped into a routine with his technically adoptive father. He wakes up at 7:00 every morning and jogs around the block. When he arrives at 7:15, he will usually have to spray water at Shinku to wake him up for Iaido training. If the man was with Aleina, a comparatively young Caucasian woman that could be called Shinku's girlfriend and someone who Bob affectionately calls mother despite the bone crushing hugs he receives afterwards, he would drag his surrogate father out of bed and cover Aleina's modesty.
After an hour of training with Shinku, Bob gets ready for school. This early morning routine repeated day after day, not that he minded. Until one day.
Bob returned from his final day of High School. The school he attended wasn't bad, it was quite an alright school. He wanted to tell his father about his test results. He had studied for the test extremely hard with Aleina, having wanted to become some sort of biologist when he grew up. It was something to strive for, so worked he did. Graduation was also a blast. He entered the living room to see a horrifying sight.
Shinku had committed seppuku. At least that's what it seemed like. A letter was on the ground next to his dead body.
If you are reading this, then I am dead. I have gone the honourable way, the way of the samurai. I do hope that you who are reading this is Aleina, not you Robbie. Aleina, you are my love and the only woman that could ever stand being with me. Take care of Robbie for me please? Bob, if you are reading this, I am sorry. I cannot live with living this life anymore. Being a loner. Forgotten by the world. The word 8th Street was supposed to be a feared name and I ruined it by continuing my cowardly ways. My dad was a premier Demon and my whole heritage hailed from 8th Street. Really, if you think about it, there is no place in the galaxy for a Demon. But I want to give the reigns to you, Robbie. Don't make the same mistake I made where I left the 8th Street name to die. I beg you to make a new gang. Better, fiercer and more feared than the last. If you don't, you're rejecting a dead man's wish :P.
Hugs, kisses and all that shit. Shinku.
Bob left the scene of the seppuku, openly crying and breaking down, calling the local hospital to pick Shinku's body up. He assumed that Aleina hadn't come back from work so he didn't bother with going to her, only leaving a small note on the door. She wouldn't like what the boy was going to do, and he didn't have the courage to deny her to her face. He packed up and scoured the city for a new home, somewhere to live and build up his legacy. His brotherhood. His 8th Street Demons.
Robbie started out small, doing the odd job or two, robbing small stores and pick pocketing. He also began to spy on his opposition. There were the "J Crewz", a primarily Human group led by a man named Jay. They were quite a big gang, lots of territory and lots of money. They pale of course to the biggest gang in San Fran, "Drummond&Co", a foreign syndicate wanting to dip their fingers into San Fransisco's growing drug trade and criminal activity
It started off slow due to Drummond&Co beginning to take out any competition. The so called "Gang War" erupted in San Fransisco between the Crewz and Drummond&Co, famously known because of the police effectively turning a blind eye to the various battles erupting in the mega city. Because of this, being the leader of an amateur gang wasn't the best. Gangs were absorbed left, right and centre, both big shot gangs wanting to get bigger and bigger to defeat the other.
As the war escalated, Bob began to seek for some men of his own. Because of the way the war was going, there were a lot of previously powerful gangs left in tatters, leaving them looking for some sort of glimpse of the old days. The man slowly started to gather some allies, making some sort of army of his own. One day his right hand man Thaddeus Long, an ex-Triad member and now part of 8th Street, suggested something. "Sir." The Chinese man said "I believe we should create some sort of uniform or emblem for these Demons. This motley crew of dogs needs to be separated from the rest of the filth." He gestured to the group of all ethnicities, colours and genders. 8th Street wasn't just made up of one ethnic group, there was a whole lot of different races.
Bob eventually agreed to Thadeus' ramblings of a uniform. Though not in a way the man expected. He made it compulsory to wear a red headband around the head at all times to signify their alliance with the Demons. There was Japanese Kanji on every single one of them, saying their rank and name. Rank worked like a number system. The higher respect and honour you have, the higher your number. So on Robbie's red band, it had the Kanji for 58 on it while some of the new recruits had the number 1 on it. It was also compulsory to learn the ways of Iaido, even those who complained that it was a dying art and "obsolete" in the age of guns. He smacked them with his bokken.
The 8th Street Demons grew under the other two, feeding from their crumbs and growing in power. They got most of their revenue from drug trafficking, money laundering and transport of illegal goods. They only snipped away at the other two big gangs, stealing a container there and stealing from a store they were getting income from. The gang eventually grew and grew until a huge 5000 members made it that they couldn't hide any longer.
Bob released the horde. From every chapter house, club and store the Demons hid in, poured member after member, surprising the various J Crewz chapters. They were eventually overwhelmed and in two days, the Crewz were no more. He turned to Drummond&Co but found that they were no more. They upped and left San Fran. He now had a monopoly on the city and was immediately robbed of it.
The police, their chief replaced by a man from Upper San Fransisco, began a series of crackdowns on gangs. Unfortunately for Bob, he was targeted first. Sleeping in the home of his girlfriend Layla, he was raided by an armed police force. Not risking a shoot out when the love of his life was there, he gave up his pistol and illegally acquired assault rifle to the police. He made sure not to leave many connections with the Demons, the only evidence that he was even apart of 8th Street was the headband he fondly places on his bedside table.
Charged on possession of an illegal firearm and connections with a highly dangerous gang, Bob was put in prison for a very long time. Thaddeus was more obvious with his connections and was suspected as the gang's leader. He was executed by electric chair for murder, aggravated assault, possession of illegal firearms, possession of illegal drugs, prostitution and connections to an aggressive and dangerous gang. These crackdowns wore the Demons down until every member was either gone from San Fran, locked up in jail and in a few cases, placed in Death Row.
Bob was out of prison with no money, no job and no one to come back to. Layla had been killed by vengeful Crewz members. He had lost communication with Aleina ever since he was placed into jail. He was now homeless and alone. And so, the former (and secret) leader of one of the most dangerous gangs in America was now reduced to the soup kitchens and cardboard beds.
Extras
Character Quote: "I have been alone for too long. It has gnawed at my soul, reduced to it to a husk of what I was. I used it be an ambitious person with high dreams. Now, I am reduced to this." Theme Song:
@TheIrishJJ With the US, unless they were near major cities before the 1930's we have a lot of that problem. Lot of home births, back woods, people spreading out. It was hard to track a lot till that point. Another reason our heritage is so important, for the lines we can track more accurately it becomes key to defining our families past.
@SgtEasy You are good to go, place Bob in the CS tab #welcomebob
