AmrasTelemnar

Paying Your Debts

Antonino studied her as she kicked out at the dogs as if that was really gonna save her from them ripping her to shreds. He'd come to base a lot of his opinion about people by the way his two dogs acted toward them on their first visit to his home. Thoughts soon gave way to lusty imagination creeping into his brain. Though shorter than him, she did have long legs, and from what he could tell, though covered in denim, nice thighs as well, not skinny nor too thick and shapely enough to cause his imagination to entertain the thought of what it would feel like to have those legs wrapped around his waist. Then when she started jumping around, his dark eyes roamed upward, catching glimpses of her taut belly revealed as the front of her shirt flew up and down with her jumping. Her breasts bounced nicely as well, though her shirt fit loosely they looked to be more full then perky, but not overly large, maybe a little more than a handful which he liked.

She snapped his thoughts back from daydreaming with her comment about what to call him. He set his fork down, strummed his fingers on the island table top as she hopped up and went to the fridge not waiting for a reply on what to call him, as she passed he glared at her and growled,

“That will be the first and last time you call me Princess… Antonino will do for now”.

He turned his head to watch her walk pass toward the fridge, though a little slim in the hips, she did have a nice ass that bounced enticingly as she swayed and the brief moment of angered thought faded in an instant as again his imagination took hold of his brain picturing what it would look unhindered by denim. Once again Ms. Holloway had been right, as usual, A little more meat on her bones, and a few weeks at the gym, toning and firming up and Miss Hartford would be very attractive indeed, if not stunning. He was entertaining thoughts of having her for himself when once again she snapped his thoughts back from lustful images, he gave her an exasperated sigh,

"Yes you can eat it, that's why its put up in the fridge... for people to eat, except for the strawberries, touch my strawberries and die".

She then asked him something about racing and not killing Freddie, but all he could focus on at the moment was that smile and those emerald green eyes looking back at him, and it was he could do to keep himself for going over, scooping her up, tossing her on the island table, and taking her right there and then. The only thing saving her was the microwave beep, question about leaving and a cat. He watched as she sat closer to him, seemingly oblivious to the condition in which the mental image of her withering naked under him had caused it to be impossible to stand at the moment.

Antonino gathered his composure, gave her the one eyebrow raised 'are you serious' look then asked her with a curious tone, "Pickles... you named your cat Pickles?, well I'm afraid your pussy Pickles has a problem, other than me pulling a pun at Pickles predicament ", He smirked, thinking it sounded better in his head then said aloud. He sat back and considered what she just asked, all lustful imagination pushed from thought as he went on to explain why she could not leave, "The Housekeeper made the sauce, an old Family recipe", He said in response to her last question before continuing.

" You already know too much, whats to keep you from going straight to the Cops after leaving here and cutting a deal to save your Brother from me, hmmm?", He paused and looked at her questioningly. "I mean, you've already said just a moment ago that despite what he's done, he's still Family, so with that in mind, I'm supposed to trust you and just let you waltz out of here knowing that you still think of him as Family and that your not going to the Cops just because you say you won't? no sorry, its gonna take a lot more for me to trust you not to then just your word you won't do it".

Antonino got to his feet then leaned his upper body across the island table, making sure to keep his still aroused condition from view. He then turned his head slightly, lowered his face to hers, his lips ever so slightly grazing hers, his dark eyes locked intensely on her sultry green eyes, then in a voice husky and low he said,

"The last woman that said I could trust her and in whom I thought I could trust... well... I cut her into slabs of meat that I feed my dogs... and I just fed them the last of it".

Antonino then gave her a soft peck on her lips, not even long enough for the taste of her sauce covered lips to be on his before slipping backward back onto his chair, never taking his eyes from hers until he was sitting down again. He picked up his fork and continude eating, letting his posture convey he now wanted to eat in silence,

Paying Your Debts

Antonino listened to her as she talked about Freddie as he went to the fridge and pulled out a pan of leftover lasagna, sat it on the counter, grabbed a plate from the cabinet, sat it next to the pan, then took the spatula still in the pan and scooped out a heaping pile of yummy goodness onto the plate, then stuck it in the microwave and nuked it for several minutes. Whether she naturally sounded they way she did or was purposely trying to sound ghetto, he wasn't too sure, either way, it was slightly irritating, but he decided to chalk it up to youth and having to live around Freddie. He gave her a ballpark figure on the amount owed, the truth was he wasn't concerned about the money since he used it to pay off Freddie's hijacking buddies, even if his plan hadn't worked as expected, Freddie was still between a rock and a hard spot.

He took the plate out and moved over to the island table after grabbing a fork and sat down and began mixing up the pile of noodles, cheese, and meat as she now went on about how she able to drive fast from one end of the town to the next. He chuckled to himself thinking, ”Nascar drivers are fast too….In lefthand circles”. She must have heard him chuckle cause she got mad and her voice went up an octave or two, which sat the dogs off only adding to the irritation, “ ALL RIGHT ENOUGH”, he bellowed then got up and went to the fridge, grabbed two chunks of raw meat, tossing one to each dog then returned to the table.

Antonino picked up the fork then looked at her to see if she had calmed down, then took a bite, chewed and looked at her again, “Ok first off, you don't wanna tell me where to find Freddie, that's fine, it'll just take a little longer for Bruno and his boys to find him, it'll just go harder on your Brother when Bruno does find him, cause Bruno don't like to feel his times wasted… as for not sleeping with anyone, well that's ok too,A willing prostitute more productive than an unwilling one, but keep in mind, your ass is still mine till I get my money”. He took a couple more bites then continued, “And yes, your Brothers a piece of shit for what he did to you today, for that alone, he deserves to sleep with the fishes, but I do have to say I admire your loyalty to the bastard regardless, such loyalty in this business is not so easily found. So since you've earned my respect by that aspect, I’ll not ‘persuade’ you to sleep with anyone”.

“Oh and by the way, help yourself to what's in the fridge, since I don't know what you like, but the strawberries ARE MINE, you’ve not gotten strawberry sharing status, touch them and I cut off your fingers and feed them to my two voracious hellhounds here”. He said pointing down at the dogs chowing down on the last bits of the raw meat, tails wagging rapidly. “So you think you can drive? Hmmm, Well as it so happens I've got a few friends that run a street racing club, prove to them you can drive and I might just give you a job, you can pay off what your Brother owes and still take home more after one race then you'd make in one year delivering pizzas if you're good of course, and… loyalty has its rewards”. He ended with a wink, then focused his attention on his snack letting her a moment to go get whatever she ended up finding to eat.

Paying Your Debts

“ Freddie you little fucking bastard”, Antonino muttered under his breath as he sat alone in his personal study hours later with a sniffer of Cognac in his left hand as the fingers of his right stroked his chin. Three months of planning for nothing because once again Freddie had to show what a pain in the ass he could be. Normally Antonino wouldn't have bothered with the likes of Freddie, but Freddie had connections and one in particular that Antonino wanted the name of was a major distributor of Cocaine and pot of the Midwest region for the Juárez Mexican Drug Cartel. The problem was he didn't want to owe Freddie any favors for giving up the name as well as Freddie having a knack Of screwing things up and Antonino could not afford to have Freddie fucking around on this one.

So Antonino had waited and bided his time, putting up with Freddie's shit, until three months ago Freddie had come to him with a scheme to hijack and sell on the black market, a truckload of Faith Hill CD’s fresh off pressing and on their way to marketing, All Freddie needed was some upfront money to set up the operation. Antonino's gut instinct was to say no, but after some thought, he came up with a plan to get the name from he wanted from Freddie and still manage to keep the bastard from getting involved short of killing him. So Antonino fronted him the money, then had Freddie tailed till it was discovered who Freddie was working with and where to find them. Antonino then went behind Freddies back, made a side deal with the people he was working with to hijack the trucks, let them keep the money in exchange for screwing Freddie over, leave him with no percentage on the profit from selling the CD’s and no front money to pay back, leaving the only thing for Freddie to keep his ass out of the fire was the name of the connection Antonino wanted. But once again, Freddie had to be a pain in the ass and toss a monkey wrench in on his plan because instead of the name, the little shit gave up his very own Sister to save his ass. Antonino shook his head, still in disbelief and Freddies shameful act.

But then another thought crossed his mind, had Freddie found out about his plan made with his hijacking partners? maybe Freddie running a scam to keep the money?. Antonino thought on that a moment the shook his head no, Freddie's brain was too fried from Crack and Meth to come up and carry out that idea unless of course, he had enlisted his Sisters help, which indeed was a possibility since he didn't know anything about her. He leaned back and pulled the cell phone from his pocket, dialed the number and by the start of the second ring, Bruno answered. “Send your crew out in the morning", he informed his Enforcer without greeting,
"I want everything there is to know about Harley Hartford… everything”. He clicked the phone off not waiting for a reply, then turned his thoughts for the moment on Miss Hartford.

Antonino smiled to himself recalling the look of green fire that flamed in her eyes as she voiced her protest and his suggesting he was going to turn her out, to be honest, her look and stance had aroused him, stirred his loins and a passion in him had not felt in some time, otherwise he would of have slapped the piss out of her for talking back. He rose to his feet, thinking it was time for a little investigation of his own, he sat the sniffer down and went out into the hallway and whistled for his two German Shepards, Romulus and Remus, patted each on the head then stepped over to the guest room door. He unlocked the door, knocked and waited a few seconds deciding to changed tactics, he lighten the countenance of his face, softened the look in his eyes and let a smile cross his lips, then opened the door to spot her on the bed hugging a pillow.

“My apologies”, he said softly, ”Bruno wasn't supposed to actually lock the door, I’m off to the kitchen for a snack, if your hungry and want something to eat, follow me”. He turned almost tripping over the dogs who were both looking intently at the one on the bed with ears perked forward. “Oh, nevermind these two”, He said looking back at her and pointing down at the dogs, ”they won't bite unless they think you're a threat to me”. He smiled warmly again the stepped back out into the hallway and lingered a moment to see if she would follow.

Paying Your Debts

Everyone in the room muscles went tense and bodies poised to strike, his Enforcer went for the cannon he called a pistol holstered under his left arm, Ms. Holloway pulled her switchblade out from someplace on her person, given her style of dress, he could never figure out how she kept it hidden. His own hand slipped toward the pistol that was still on his desktop, clearly, the girl was oblivious to how close to being dead she had just come by walking up without permission and then dropping an unsearched case in front of him. His fingers again strummed upon the top of the desk, his aggravation level was already high after the previous meeting, now it was near the redline with this turn of events. He studied the girl, if she was indeed related to Freddie, there was no resemblance, except for the naive and nonchalant manner in which she was conducting herself.

Antonino waited till everyone calmed down, then when he spoke, his tone of voice was low, even and betrayed a hint of his irritation. “ I swear on my dearly departed Mothers grave, may she rest in peace”, he quickly made the sign of the cross across his chest, “I will never do a business deal with a friggin crackhead ever again”. He fixed his eyes on the girl and continued,” Not only does your Brother insult me by continually failing to uphold his end of a bargain, but now he insults me by sending his Sister to handle his obligation to me and not only that he then disrespects me by given someone whom I do not know, the address to my home...I suggest young Lady, that when you leave, you quickly forget how it was you got here”. He didn't wait for a response from the girl, but instead motioned for his Enforcer to examine the case then had him slide it over after the man determined it was safe.

If Antonino's irritation was on the borderline of red before, it was well above it now once he opened and found the case empty, except for a folded piece of paper. For the next few minutes, he forced himself to take deep, measured breaths to calm himself as he glared into the empty case. Once his blood pressure lowered to where he didn't feel the dull pounding at the back of his head, he took the note, unfolded it and read what was written. He blinked twice, read it again, then with a cocked eyebrow, he read it a third time, then looked up at the girl again.

“Tell me, Miss Hartford… what would you say your relationship with your Brother was like, hmm?... typical Brother Sister,...ehh, maybe not so much perhaps?... the reason I ask is that from what I read on this note, your Brother apparently has little to no regard or concern for you what so ever”. He cleared his throat, took the brief moment to study her reaction to gauge whether or not she was totally clueless before continuing. “Allow me to explain… what should be in this case that isn't in this case, is a very substantial amount of money… payment on a very large sum of money your dear beloved Brother owes to me… what is in this case that should not be in this case is a note, on this note, your dear beloved Brother informs me that he does not have my payment, and furthermore, he is offering you to me in place of his debt owed me”.

Antonino rose to his feet, walked around the desk to the girl and stood next to her the top of her head just under his chin, he circled her slowly like a stalking cat ready to strike its intended prey, looking her up and down from head to toe, then once directly behind her he stopped, reached up and grabbed a handful of hair and pulled her head backward, then lowered his face so his lips just barely grazed her left earlobe, his breath warm, his voice a harsh whisper and laced with malice, ”if your attempting to pull some kind of scam on me with your Brother...I...will...kill...you both...personally”.

He let her go then turn to Ms. Holloway, “ Ms. Holloway, your assessment if you please” he said reverting back to a more business-like tone, then stood and watched as Ms. Holloway essentially done exactly as he just did, then step back and gave her answer while still looking the girl over, “well, she could use just a little more weight on her, flare out her hips a bit an add some roundness to her ass, we can put her on a good diet for that, then get her in the gym tone her body some and those legs, defiantly a new hairstyle and make up, she looks pretty enough now, but I’m positive she’ll be quite attractive when I'm finished with her”, Ms. Halloway told her Boss confidently.

Antonino folded his arms across his chest as Ms. Holloway gave her assessment of the girl, then with a disgruntled sigh he gave his own feelings on the matter, “That's all well and good, but I don't care if you're able to make her more beautiful than Helen of Troy, she’ll never even come close to earning the amount owed me by her...dear beloved Brother”, he said adding a sneer as he spoke the last three words. He spun about going to the bar and pouring himself a double Scotch, then returning to his desk, his thoughts a jumbled mess at the moment as to how to deal with the situation at hand.

Antonino drank the Scotch then sat the empty glass down and sat back in the chair, then stated his intended course of action,” This is what we are going to do, I’m going to give you the benefit of doubt that it's likely you were unknowingly placed in this situation by your Brother, therefore, Miss Hartford, I’m going to allow you twenty-four hours to contemplate on the situation he has placed you in, then after twenty-four hours I expect you WILL tell me where I can find your Brother… should you even consider lying to me as to where to find him, that very large man standing there behind you will make sure you never lie to me again”, he paused a moment for that to sink into her brain before continuing to speak.

“In the meantime, you may consider yourself a guest in my home, however, should you attempt to leave, run or try to escape, that very large man behind you has my permission to strip you of your jeans and paddle that cute lil bottom red”, he paused once more then turned his attention to the large man behind her, “Bruno escort our guest upstairs if you would please”, then as a last thought he turned his attention back to the girl and spoke point blank his tone making it very clear as to his meaning as he looked her directly in the eyes. “Just so there's no misunderstanding or doubt between us… Until I'm returned what is owed me by your Brother, with interest, your ass is mine… you can thank your Brother for that should he live long enough for you to see him again”.

Antonino motioned for Bruno to take the girl then watched as the Enforcer nodded his head in compliance, take two steps toward the girl then reach out with a hand the size of a grizzly paw and grab a handful of her hair, spin about for the door and begin walking away, uncaring as to whether or not the girl had caught her balance and was on her feet following him, or had fallen and was now being dragged out of his Bosses office.

Paying Your Debts

NAME: Antonino Corleonesi
AGE: 30



LIKES: Game of Chess, good Scotch, pleasurable company, making money
relaxing, Lasagna.

DISLIKES: Not making money, people who do not fulfill their obligations, anything that takes away from his relaxing, bitchy females, bad food.

Paying Your Debts

Antonino sat and drummed the fingers of his right hand on the desktop in silence for several minutes while purposely avoiding eye contact with the man sitting on the opposite side of the desk. He didn't look at the man for the simple reason, that for the moment, he needed to control his temper and keep from actually reaching out and slapping the dumb bastard across his face. He glanced over to Ms. Holloway, it was clear by her mannerisms, she wanted to hurt the dumb bastard as well, and hurt him badly, she'd been overprotective of her girls since day one and on a few occasions had gone she-grizzly bear type mad protecting her cubs and nearly put a few customers in the hospital. He watched as she curled her long toned legs as if poised to spring up from her chair and strike, her sultry eyes narrowing with malice toward the man sitting in front of her Boss's desk.

Antonino's deep baritone voice broke the silence in the room with such sudden unexpectedness that both Ms. Holloway and the man flinched and both looking at him in surprise. Antonino continued to ignore the man as he raised the palm of his left hand up toward Ms. Holloway in a 'halt' gesture and fixed his dark eyes on a steady gaze with hers, "Be a dear and pour us a glass of Scotch, would you please", his words were more of a statement to do so rather then a question if she would, and having worked with him long enough to know that the underlying intent of the statement was to keep her from doing something rash, so she rose to her feet without protest and went to the bar, the clicking of her heels echoing in the room was the only sound to be heard as silence once more blanketed the room.

Ms. Holloway sat the mans glass on the desk in front of him rather then offer it to him, then came around the desk and held out a glass for her Boss, the scent of her perfume wafted lightly on the air, she let her fingers slip across his hand as Antonino took the glass, then let her fingernails drag sharply across the top of his fingers, conveying her displeasure with the present situation before spinning on her heels and sauntering back to her chair. Antonino watched her as a cat would a prey, bidding its time before striking, but of course, he never would, for one, he valued their working relationship far too much to complicate it with sex, and two, one of his self imposed cardinal rules was never to mix business and pleasure. Antonino took a sip from the glass then set it down and now focused his attention on the man sitting in front of him, his words edged with controlled anger.

"You've been told once before not to be overly rough and slap MY girls around, have you not, Senator Thomas?", Antonino paused only a second, then cut the man off when he looked about to say something, "I told you before...if you want that kinky shit, then take your business out on the street, I run a class operation here, my girls cater to gentlemen, now because of your reckless indiscretions, Maria won't be able to work for the next three weeks, no one wants to pay for a girl with bruises on her face and body, and to be honestly candid about the situation, your fucking lucky I need the other Don's permission, otherwise I'd strap a thermite grenade to your ass and toss you out the window, or worse yet, lock you in a room alone with Ms. Holloway for about ten minutes, trust me, you'd rather want the grenade...now what I am going to do, and what you WILL do, is cover Maria's medical bills and pay for her percentage of the money she would have otherwise brought in had you not slapped her around and left her black and blue, and until such time that the payments are made, your not to set foot in my place, do we have an understanding Senator Thomas?".

The man nodded his head between sideways glances at the woman sitting on his far left, again he started to speak, but Antonino cut him off curtly, "NO...just save your bullshit for those speeches you make, Senator, and keep this one thing in mind.... the next time you hurt one of MY girls, I know a thousand and one ways to make your death look like a fatal accident, now get out of my office, Ms. Holloway will send you the bill and I expect it to be paid". Antonino grabbed his glass then spun the desk chair around so his back was to the man, who rose to his feet, averted looking at the woman who was glaring back at him the entire time he walked to the door, opened it, then stopped and turned around, the shot of Scotch seemed to of helped him find his balls, "You can't do this to me, I'm a State Senator for chrissakes, I'll have the States Attorney all over your ass, you sonofabitch", he said with false bravado.

Antonino spun the chair around and was on his feet before the Senator could bat an eye and slammed a fist straight down on the table, using the pain that shot through his knuckles to temper his anger, "You wanna play hardball with me Jackass...wasn't it the money from your Wife's side of the family that got you elected?, what do you thinks gonna happen to that money when she finds out what you really been doing on your supposed campaign trips, so go ahead call the State DA, you get my establishment shutdown for three, maybe four months, so what?....in the meantime I'll ruin your political career, I got transaction records, dates, the names of the girls and times you been here, which will match up just nicely with all those supposed trips you been taking on the taxpayers dime, you sorry piece of dogshit...fuck with me and you won't even be elected dogcatcher in that backwater piss pond town you came from, now get the fuck out of my office, before I change my mind and shoot you now", with that Antonino reached into the top desk drawer and pulled a H&K VP9 out and sat it on the desk top.

After the Senator made his retreat, Antonino sat down, shook his throbbing hand then glared at Ms. Holloway as she made a disgruntled sigh, he growled at her menacingly, "Something you'd like to add?". "MY girls is it now ?", she queried with a smartass tone in her voice, Antonino took another sip from the glass and smirked, returning her smartass tone with his own, "What's mine is mine, and what's yours is mine, now get me another drink then go see that the girls are ready for tonite, some of the boys's from the "Family" will be here tonight". then smiled to himself as she made a huffed exasperation, tossed a cushion that sailed over his head as she rose to her feet, uttered a hissed, "Your legs ain't broke, and I'm not your maid, so get your own drink Asshole", under her breath and strode for the door. Antonino chuckled, then shot back, "Not gonna make Secretary of the year with that attitude, sweetness", he blew her a kiss just as she turned and shot him the finger before closing the door behind her.

Antonino turned to look at his Enforcer Bruno, if ever there was a person deserving of their name, it would be him, a big muscular behemoth of a man and absolutely heartless. "Lemme know when that Lil bastard Freddie gets here and let him in, then stick around, I'll need ya to either take some money to the safe, or break the lil fucker in half, he's had plenty enough time to make his payment", he told the man with an irritated tone.

Yare Raiders MC (Outlaw Biker RP)

Well, this doesn't seem to be going anywhere so I'm moving on.

Yare Raiders MC (Outlaw Biker RP)

Ian James

Character Theme – Secret Agent Man
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the Eight Ball dresses ordinarily casual. A plain black pullover and jeans, on his stocky 6'4" frame, open to reveal a white (or black, depending ) collared shirt. Black Biker Boots tap along the ground he walks upon, and he sports a rugged but appealing gunmetal silver Rollex watch clasped on his left wrist.

Shaved head, goatie, wolfish visage. Thin lips and a hawkish nose give him a menacing yet tempting expression, only compounded upon by his devilish grin. His is a very enticing face; one that is menacingly repulsive and yet daringly inviting at the same time. Despite his age, the years have been kind on him, and it has attracted many... and spared very few.

His eyes are Dark Brown, perhaps his greatest and most accurate betrayers. It has been said, "The eyes are the window to the soul," and that is certainly evident in Ian James eyes. They are too edged, too piercing. To hold his gaze is to behold a very analytical and cold mind, one capable of revelry one moment, and indifferent business the next. They are doors into a mind that samples pleasure and sin, and will destroy all of it on a whim.
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【Full Name】
Ian James Pennington

【Nick-name?】
Eightball

【Gender】
Male

【Age】
40

【Sexuality】
Hetro

【Birth Place】
Artic Circle

【Club Status】
Warrior

【Profession】
Bike Mechanic..(unknown by MC, undercover Agent)
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【Personality】

In many ways Ian James epitomes the MI-6 and the Scoland Yard. Odd, considering that superficially he is everything they are not when the government comes to mind. Armored soldiers of death are more appropriate; not some slick, would-be Suave Undercover Agent, patrolling the red light district or clubs. Yet, it is this subtlety that the Eight Ball embodies. He is firsthand proof that the faces of the Department are many--and none-- and in addition that an abyss lies beneath the surface, even if it is right below one's nose.

Ian James is a ghost, an unarmored, exposed secret agent-spy, watchout, double-agent, and more. He frequents the criminal underworld and highworld. His clientele involves junkies, hitmen, Mafioso, hookers, and petty crooks in the streets, clubs, and shady alleyways; and likewise politicians, corporate heads, and the rich elite in their penthouses, offices, and country clubs. He serves as an ear and mouth for MI-6, listening to the current that flows in these circles and, when beneficial to Scotland Yard, starting new ripples. But this is just his day job.

On his "off hours," he is keen to partaking of the revelries of his calling, sampling the sins of the flesh and other pleasures circulating in these dark environments for personal enjoyment, not just to fit in. That is not to say that even in these moments he is unguarded; for even then he is still immersed in the criminal culture and still aware of its happenings. In truth, he is always "on duty," but it might be said that he is merely combining his hobbies with his work.

Ian James is cunning and mentally dangerous. He looks at people in terms of the threat they pose; those deemed as one are treated immediately and permanently, those not are ignored only for the moment—but never wholly disregarded. He takes quiet satisfaction in dissecting the minds of those he's dealing with, allowing him to be all the better in interacting with them--but also so that he can string them along however he pleases. He dwells in a world with intellects ranging at either extremity; from the incredibly sharp and devious to the broken and trodden. It makes for quite fun sport.

Finally, there is a subtle side to the Eight Ball, one that underlies him in his entirety. It is a fact few truly realize, and it is perhaps the deadliest thing about him. He is corruption. He is perversion; the taking of something good and pure and defiling it into something subtly and yet distinctly wrong. His goal is to undermine from the inside out, and twist things to his ends. He is the proverbial rot that ruins the tree, betraying not a single sign until it's too late. At first glance everything looks normal and in good order, yet on closer examination it becomes glaring that something terrible is amiss. That is truly what satisfies him, and it always guides his hand in some form or another. It is business, after all.
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【History】

He signed into the Royal Marines at the age of 18, spending the next several months eating bullets, pissing lead, and learning how to kill enemies with precisely executed strikes. But from there, all records would be blacked out, his existence erased, only becoming a whisper in the night. A bedtime story that Englands enemies would tell their children at night to keep them from misbehaving.

He spent four years being a Royal Marine, then recruited to go into MI-6 counter-intelligence for another six years. A total of ten years of training as a skilled assassin, from jumping out of aircraft at high altitudes in the cover of night, fulfilling black operations that could be considered as suicide missions for some, to the general fucking shit up in a manner most extreme, then disappear as if nothing had happened.

After his service in the military and MI-6, Ian James had simply fallen off the grid. the majority of records regarding him were already blacked out, or non-existent to begin with, which had left him a "simple" man with no identity. But the government had no intention of throwing somebody like him away, and so They enlisted him as an deep undercover Agent for MI-5/Scotland Yards Joint Organized Crime Taskforce, in attempt to halt the flow of drugs and weapons passing thru England and suspected of being sold for profit by Terrorist groups, giving him the alias of "Ian James".

These day's Ian James is a myth, both figuratively and literally speaking. He is a living ghost, with little to no records existing, and the few that do exist have been blacked out due to his military/MI-6 career. This allows him to remain undercover with whatever alias he's currently using with no worry that he'll "be figured out", as every contract, every covert operation that he has participated in, had been removed from whatever records they were on when he had completed them. From the "few" undercover contracts that he receives from MI-5/Scotland Yard, he has more than enough time to "kill off" an alias and start anew, and when coupled with his previous history, effectively makes him a sleeper agent. Blank fingerprints included.
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【Skills and Abilities】

just because he carries few weapons does not mean he is defenseless. He is more than adept in using knives and guns, however he finds the latter harder to conceal and carry, resorting to the former most of the time. One of his favorites is his ceramic composite balisong, harder and sharper than most blades made of steel. Nevertheless, he still carries a traditionally made switchblade, primarily because bodyguard searches will always find that one first, and then presume he's defenseless, especially after a walk-through a metal detector comes up negative. Guns can be taken easily enough when necessary, but for the most part he prefers the intimacy of small bladed weapons. For Gabriel, dancing, fighting, and sex are, when done properly, all the same art form. And there is something to be admired in the footwork and grace in melee fighting, the same with any intense dance, and of course with techniques in bed. He is also fond of hand-to-hand combat, exhibiting a style that might be described as half krav maga martial art, and half brutal street brawler.
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【Equipment】
Mechanics Tools
ceramic composite balisong
switchblade
Various handguns/automatic weapons as needed.

Clothing
full leather Biker Coat for fall and winter, Leather vest for spring and summer.
Front:
“Yarmouth” and (below that) “Original” on the left breast
• “Warrior” patch
•A 1% patch
Back:
A top rocker displaying “Yare Raiders” written in black caps with a white background
•A bottom rocker displaying “Yarmouth” written in black caps with a white background
•The centre patch featuring the MC’s symbol: A black Viking ship with a red highlight
•An MC patch
T-shirts, Jeans, Leather boots.

Bike
2014 Ultra Classic Electra Glide

Yare Raiders MC (Outlaw Biker RP)

Ok, thanks.

Yare Raiders MC (Outlaw Biker RP)

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I like the addition of an undercover character to the plot, and think it could lead to some really interesting arcs. Moreover, your CS is very well written.

My only concern is that you have said he works for MI6. Whilst MI6 does support the prevention of serious organised crime, it typically works overseas. It's MI5 that's responsible for national/domestic security. Even then, unless they believed that the MC was linked to terrorism, I can't see why they would use an operative; it seems more likely that the NCA would deploy someone undercover.

Your character could still be ex-MI6, but I'd rather you make the small adjustment to make it a bit more fathomable. I'd like to know a bit more about why your character is involved with the club too (unless this is something you want to keep a secret?).

@Fat Boy Kyle

The Club is a means to work his way up the chain to the Drug Lords, not looking to bust the MC, but using them to get to the ones at the top, if club gets busted in the process, just an added bonus. switching to MI5