[CHAR] On the Streets

[KatherinWinter]

Appearance:
Name: Roxy Black
Age: 16
Skills: pick pocketing and lock picking
Bio: Roxy ran away from home. She has been robbing rich houses and pawNing thing for money.

[Carlsberg]

Appearance:


Name: Jennifer 'Jen' Flint

Age: 19

Skills: Besides the skills she has acquired through her job, Jen can work very well with numbers, having stolen several advanced mathematics textbooks once. She is self taught with this, so some of her methods deviate from the standard. She can also pickpocket relatively well, but is not a master or expert by any stretch of the imagination.

Bio: Jen's parents died when she was 12. She was sent to a foster home, which she quickly ran away from, hating the place. She scrounged a living off the streets through a mixture of begging and stealing, until one night when she was 16, when she couldn't do either. From that night on till present day, she has earned a living as a prostitute, though only for female customers due to her own sexual preferences.

[Dmessenger]

Appearance:
Name: Leonardo Gildone
Age: 23
Skills: has good driving skills, good fighter.
Bio: Leonardo became a orphan early in age and ended up hopping from one orphanage to another, till he turned 16 and got his license and he began to street race at that age and he was really good. He then gained enough money to at least share a apartment with a fellow racer. He now streets race nearly every night.

[Rusalka]

"Life is just....fucked up."

Elizabeth Kainestrom

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Nicknames: Liz or Lizzie is fine, but never call her Lizard. She hates it.
Age + Birthday: 22 (Currently), born October 13th, 1993
Relationship Status: Single
Sexuality: Lesbian

General Appearance:

Elizabeth stands about 5'1'' and weighs roughly 135 lbs. She has a fairly slender build with a bit of curve to her and her bust size is a b-cup. Her long raven black hair drapes over her shoulders with a few bangs always hanging down in her face, and her eyes are a piercing shade of ice blue. She's not too big on fashion either, but then again, what can you expect from a broke runaway, so her clothes are always frayed and grungy looking. Most of her clothes she carries around in an old military duffel bag she stole from her father, along with her beat up acoustic guitar

History:



"People lie all the time, even when they tell you the truth..."

Moving from the Midwest, Liz failed to fit in and make friends, usually choosing to exclude herself from
certain people, but when she did consider having a friend, she was cruelly rejected and ostracized by the
other students, leading her to recede more and more into herself. Liz was born to her mother and father in Des Moines, Iowa on October 13th. Her mother worked as a receptionist for a hospital while her father was a sheriff's deputy. However Elizabeth wasn't her father's child but the child of her mother and another man she had an affair with behind his back. Once her father, a cruel and abusive drunk, discovered the truth, he tried to kill his wife and child. Liz's mother escaped with her from Iowa, and together, the two tried to start a new life.

It was rather easy for her mother, but for Liz.....it was Hell. Elizabeth was constantly bullied by the children in her class, the ridicule and ostracism proceeding till she was twelve, when her mother fell gravely ill with cancer. It wasn't months later, her mother passed away. Liz had never cried so much in her life. She felt that without her mother, she had nothing. All that was left.....was for her to die too, but her first attempt at suicide went awry. Trying to jump from the window of her mother's apartment, she was caught by the landlord, sending her into a crazed, convulsing fit.

For the next few months, she was admitted to an asylum after continuously cutting and burning herself, later being released and adopted by a strict ex Marine and his wife living in Dallas, Texas. She was soon running with a "bad" crowd and constantly rebelled against her foster parents, often getting into trouble with the police and ending up quite literally on the backhand of Daniel, her foster father.

Finally fed up with the constant control and physical abuse, she ran away from home in the middle of the night and never looked back since. She ended up here in the city after hitching a ride with a trucker, tired, hungry, penniless, and desperately in need of a place to rest. For the time being, she's slept under the bridge in the park and lived off whatever money she made being a street performer.

Personality:



"Yeah, I'm a bitch. Deal with it."

Cynical, moody, and sarcastic, rarely does Liz speak, but when she does, she's not afraid to tell you what's on her mind. She's usually a cool and collected person, but you rub her the wrong way, you only have yourself to blame for that black eye you got. She hates bullies and absolutely despises snobby, stuck up people. Liz is a music lover at heart, but only certain types of music since she absolutely despises pop music. She also occasionally smokes marijuana. There is a kinder, more gentle side to Liz, but it is rarely seen.

Skills:
Other than playing guitar, nothing really.

Hobbies:
Skateboarding, playing guitar, getting high, listening to music, photography, napping constantly, drinking lots of coffee



*sigh* "I needed this."~ =u=

Other:

-She's allergic to cats

-Not only can she can play guitar. She can also play piano.

-In addition to her other tattoos, Liz also has on the left side of her neck two laughing skulls and "Memento Morii" in fancy lettering trailing around her left arm.



"Okay, now that you know everything about me, go away."

[Slendy]

"Just fucking great."

Name:
Benji Moore

Age:
20

Height:
5'9"

Skills:
•Pick pocketing
•Good with a Switch blade
•Good shooter
•Negotiating
•Can get a lot of things(Drugs, alcohol, guns, mainly anything that's illegal, but bombs he can't get those)

Bio:
Born from prostitution: raised to cause trouble. From a young age Benji was known to get into some type of trouble each week. It was so common for him to get into trouble that people would place bets on how he got in trouble or when he got in trouble. Around the time he was 15 his home was robbed and his mother(only parent) was killed in the process. Everyone knew the people who did the crime but was afraid to speak out because it could result in their death. Benji wasn't afriad though searched for his mothers murders. Once he found them he manage to kill two out of the three of them that was apart of the robbery in a poorly planned drive by. The remaining man managed to snag a car and chase Benji. The car Benji was in came to an unsuccessful sharp turn and crashed sending him flying through the windshield. He hit a curb face first and was presumed dead. There was alot of witnesses and sirens weren't to far behind. The guy had to make a getaway in order to not be caught. The sirens were ambulance sirens but the guy couldn't take his chances and a cop plan to show up to the scene. It seems luck was on Benji's side, he wasn't dead but was in a coma for 6 months. As he awoken after several long months he was debriefed on what lead him to the situation he was in now. The doctors say when hit the curb is right was no longer useful so that gave him a glass eye that he could afford, it didn't have an iris or pupil. Strange enough Benji says he can see just fine through both of eyes, but the doctors didn't believe him and said that's just the drugs talking. Oddly he can see out of the glass eye but doesn't understand why. Another month passes and he is released. His hospital bills making bankrupt and broker than someone who has hope in the gambling system. In order to stay alive he's become "The Guy" you can get anything you need from. As of now he sleeps in alleys or park benches.

[Jurassic Weeb]

Withdrawn.

[Framing A Moose]

Appearance:

Name: Kiley Kastiron
Age: 17
Skills: Kiley has and needs only one area of expertise: brute force. She uses only her strength and intimidation to get what she wants. As a result, she lacks intellegence and agility.
Bio: Many people think life on the street sucks. For Kiley, it couldn't be better. She does what she loves: hurts some people while scaring the hell out of others. For the longest time, Kiley didn't have a last name. Then, people on the streets started calling her Kiley Kastiron, and she liked it enough to not beat the people's heads in. Now she does whatever she's paid to do, from simple threats to violent murders.
Other: her weapon of choice is a gray, plain, metal baseball bat.

[Always]

Alyssa (Aly) Samara Chase

16 years old

Alyssa is about five feet tall. She has long blonde hair with blue eyes. She tends to wear simple cloths such as a tanktop and a pair of means with a sweatshirt thrown over it. She has a skinny build but in has some muscle in her arms and such.

Skills:

• She can be very sneaky, and unnoticed
• She is a fast runner
• Is good at steeling without being noticed.
• Is stuburn and doesn't give into things.

Bio:

When Aly was nine years old, her mother died. She was left to be with her abusive father for the next four years. Her father was not even close to the best. He would go to the bar and get drunk every day after work. He then went home around midnight pissed off as fuck about who knows what. Of course, he took out his anger on the closest person he could find, and that tended to be Aly. This kept going on till one night Aly became fed up with, and decided that she would run away, after realizing how easy it would be and she had a friend to go with. When her dads came home and began his annual routine aly fought back. When this happened, he kicked her out of his house, telling her that he would kill her if she ever came back. Ever since that incident she has been living on the streets. She has made her way through by steeling, especially in school where they couldn't do anything. It was the only reason why she went to school.

She would sign all of the papers herself and such as. She knew she did not want to go to one of those orphanages. She made a hideout by a nearby river in an abandoned garage. It wasn't much but it was enough for her. She always kept her pocket knife on her in case she got into trouble. It was a dangerous way to live. She didn't realize how extreme people were till one of the gangs killed her friend she ran away from when they were trying to steal something from them. She learned who and who not to steal from since then.

[Feral]

Nᴀᴍᴇ: Alexis “Alex” Crowley

Aɢᴇ: Seventeen

Sᴋɪʟʟs:
▸ Starting fires
▸ Foraging / Dumpster-diving
▸ Hitch-hiking
▸ Weapon improvisation
▸ Streetsmarts

Bɪᴏ: Although Alex appears quite the lone wolf nowadays, that was not always the case. Before her life on the streets, she lived with her eight siblings, along with her parents, out of a little campervan on the outskirts of town. Her family were born survivors, they had to be, as they had little income, despite her parents working long shifts, and sometimes even long nights.

After a hard day’s work, her parents never failed to bring home food and a warm smile, but the food was never enough, and their smiles were not enough to disguise their worn and tired faces. Most evenings her parents didn’t even eat. In the night, Alex could hear them muttering to each other, talking about what life could have been like for the couple when their marriage was fresh and their lives were still full of possibilities.

Overweighed with guilt after countless nights hearing her parents quiet suffering through paper thin walls, she thought the best solution was to run away. It was the only plausible way to fully rid her parents of the responsibility she brought, and as a Crowley, she knew, and they knew, she’d make it fine on her own.

Alex now survives through dumpster-diving, earning her the nickname “Trash” or “Raccoon” among fellow homeless people.

[Overlord24]

Appearance:
Name: Avary Muse
Age: 13
Skills: Stealth, strategy, parkour (a bit) conning
Bio: (reason for being on the streets and how they are supporting themselves) His mother was killed when he was a child and his father left before than, he cons or steals to survive.