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    [div class="tab tab1 chosentab"]Intro
    [div class="tab tab2"]Premise
    [div class="tab tab3"]Rules[/div] [div class="tab tab4"]Roles[/div][/div][/div] [div class=rightborder][div class="tabContents tabContents01"][div class=heading]That Night[/div] [div class=textbox][div class=scroll]I didn't know which was worse- that I hadn't said no to her request, or that I'd let her make the request at all. Truth be told, I should've kicked her out the second she walked back through that door, but what could I say? I was a sucker for pouty lips and endlessly long legs. She sat herself down like she owned the place, leaned back in the chair, took a look around. She crossed her legs slowly, deliberately, knowing exactly what it would do to me. I started to feel the beginnings of a headache coming on. "V," she said. "I'm in trouble." I rolled my eyes- of course she was; why else would she come back here now, after everything? She leaned forward then, a pleading expression coming into her eyes, boring into me. "I didn't know where else to turn." I groaned. Here it came, the request. I knew she was playing me. I knew everything about this scene was perfectly calculated to get me to do what she wanted- it didn't matter. I was a big dummy, putty in the palm of her hand, and I never learned my lesson... It's dark now. I don't know how many hours it's been. Three? Four? All I can hear is the rain outside and the sound of dripping water in here. Drip drip drip. Night must be falling, because it's getting colder. Drip drip drip. I've lost a lot of blood- starting to feel lightheaded. Drip drip. My watch has stopped- they must've broken it when they were kicking the tar out of me. I remember her shoes- bright red heels, flashing in and out of my sight between kicks. Drip. The edges of my vision are starting to go dark and things are getting fuzzy. Damn you, Irina, I think, knowing I don't have many coherent thoughts left. As all that I am seeps out onto the floor in a flowering crimson puddle, I think back to that night. Silky hair, long legs, pouty lips. I realize her lips are painted the color of blood and I almost want to laugh- almost. Don't really know if it's funny or sad. Drip drip drip. I can hear cars in the distance- strange to think that help is that close and yet that unreachable. Drip drip drip. Not even one last cigarette- barbarians. Drip drip. Eventually, everything slows down and all I can hear is my steadily slowing heartbeat. Bump. Ba-bump. Ba-bump. The softest feeling, like a feather brushing my lips. Ba-bump. Ba-bump. A single warm tear falling on my cheek. Ba-bump. And a voice, filled with regret. "I'm sorry, Victor," she whispers. I don't answer- I can't. I've gone someplace where her voice can't reach me, where her tears can't touch me. I'm free. Bump.[/div][/div][/div] [div class="tabContents tabContents02" style="display: none;"][div class=heading]What is this?[/div] [div class=textbox][div class=scroll]Hey guys! So, as you can probably tell by the title and tags and description and that super fun intro, Syndicated is an organized crime/Noir RP. That means private eyes, mafia families, detectives and corrupt cops, action, drama, and probably a murder or two ;P I've been wanting to do this for aaaaaages and I'm super excited that I finally get to! Now, the setting for this RP will be present day ish, with a 40s/50s Noir flair. It's an imaginary world, so for example there will be cell phones, but no smart phones xD In terms of location, it's just a nameless city (just call it 'The City'). That way, we stay with the Noir aesthetic, and don't have to worry about too many details. If you have any questions about the setting, please just ask. I make up most of this as I go along ^^ In terms of story, the basic premise is super simple: several different groups are trying to establish themselves/come out on top. They fight over territory, resources, money, honor... And the cops and detectives and regular people weave in and out of all that. No bigger goal in mind, but I'll probably be throwing triggering events in here and there to stir the pot and help make things happen ^^ The different groups are: - The Antonellis (Italian Mafia) - The O'Hallorans (Irish Mob) - The Crimson Blossom (which is the Chinese Mafia) - The Higashi-Gumi (Yakuza) - The Iron Tundra (Russian Mafia) Trigger warning! While I don't plan for this to be the darkest RP ever written, I do want us to be able to delve into dark themes and write some gritty scenes here and there, so if you can't stand things like violence, torture, murder and the like (or even drugs, sex and alcohol), this RP is not for you. That being said, if this sounds up your alley and like something you'd be into, read on to peruse the rules! (I apologize in advance for the length of the following section- I've learned through personal experience that it's better to have too many rules than not enough- bear with me! ^^" )[/div][/div][/div] [div class="tabContents tabContents03" style="display: none;"][div class=heading]How it works[/div] [div class=textbox][div class=scroll][div class=title]Rule #1[/div] Follow all RPN rules and guidelines. That means no erotic content or extreme gore, be respectful, positive and constructive, etc. Anyone not abiding by this will be reported and removed from the RP. [div class=title]Rule #2[/div] What the GMs (ie, myself and CoachA CoachA ) say, goes. You're free to discuss and argue your point, of course, but if you don't follow instructions or are repeatedly rude, combative, disrespectful, or opposing everything we say, you will be removed. We will also be moderating (and, if necessary, deciding the outcome of) all fights that come up in the RP (IC fights, that is xD There should be no OOC fights). And of course, no godmodding. [div class=title]Rule #3[/div] I will expect a minimum of one post a week for each character you have in the RP. You are, of course, free to post more than that- just don't flood the thread. Extensions will of course be granted if you have stuff going on- just be sure to let us know. After two weeks of inactivity, your character will be sidelined. Past that, they will be removed, killed off or (if necessary) taken over by a GM. (If you choose to drop the RP, that's perfectly fine- just let us know ^^ ) [div class=title]Rule #4[/div] Expected length for posting is several paragraphs, with a minimum of two. And be sure to always have something in your posts that other characters can work with/respond to. You're free to write either in 3rd person or 1st person (I normally don't accept the latter, but it is a hallmark of Noir writing ^^ ), as long as you stay consistent. You don't have to fully embrace the Noir esthetic if you don't want to (if you don't know what Noir is, I recommend reading and watching Sin City, V for Vendetta, and Watchmen- apologies to any purists who might consider these references pseudo-Noir more than anything!), but I do think it's a lot of fun~ [div class=title]Rule #5[/div] Themes and tone: As mentioned previously, please feel free to explore darker themes and to write with emotion, tension, and drama. However, I also don't want this to be the most angsty/serious RP in the world, so I'll want to see a healthy dose of humorous and goofy moments mixed in. [div class=title]Rule #6[/div] For character creation, I have no problem at all with classic stereotypes, and in fact quite enjoy cliche characters and moments, so feel free to make your characters as tropey as you'd like! ^^ We will accept all characters, as long as we feel like they don't pose a problem for the setting of the RP or the other players' enjoyment. [div class=title]Rule #7[/div] This RP is not first-come, first serve. We'll be taking reserves, so we know who's interested in which roles, but we can refuse a character if we feel they might not be a good fit. We may also simply suggest some modifications to the profile. [div class=title]Rule #8[/div] I would like each player to have at least two characters (the maximum allowed is 'as many as you can handle' xD ), since there are many available roles but I don't really want an unmanageably large group. That being said, if you really hate having more than one character in the same RP, I'll survive ;P [div class=title]Rule #9[/div] Be advised that, in order to determine good fit for players, we will be requesting writing samples. Nothing too drastic- don't fret; I'm not looking for perfection! And the requirements will be different for anyone new to the site (and slightly more lax for non-native speakers), of course, so no need to worry ^^ [div class=title]Rule #10[/div] I will be expecting drawn faceclaims for the profiles (a controversial choice, I know), and anime-style is fine. However, you're free to submit additional, RL FCs or outfit pictures as well. And if you have trouble finding good FCs, just let us know~ [div class=title]Rule #11[/div] The OOC thread will be on here (no Discord). I would like people to be active in the OOC, and I encourage you hang out there and plot with each other, as I find RPs work better when the players interact and discuss things, as well as their characters. Please introduce yourself in the OOC once your characters have been accepted. [div class=title]Rule #12[/div] If you fail to follow these rules &/or GM instructions, you'll be given friendly reminders, followed by official warnings, followed by removal from the RP. So, you know, follow the rules ;P And that's it! Phew! Now, onto characters~[/div][/div][/div] [div class="tabContents tabContents04" style="display: none;"][div class=heading]Characters[/div] [div class=textbox][div class=scroll]The leader is the one in charge of the whole group. What they say, goes. The lieutenant is the leader's second in command. They assist and advise. The others can be: enforcers (ie, the muscle), greasemen, wetworkers, bodyguards, hackers, lawyers, money launderers, informants, drug dealers, etc. Up to you! [div class=title]The Antonellis[/div]- Leader (1) - Lieutenant (1) - Others (3) Ayama Ayama [div class=title]The O'Hallorans[/div]- Leader (1) - Lieutenant (1) StormWolf StormWolf - Others (3) CoachA CoachA [div class=title]The Crimson Blossom[/div]- Leader (1) - Lieutenant (1) Ayama Ayama - Others (3) @Millenial Dragon [div class=title]The Higashi-Gumi[/div]- Leader (1) Ayama Ayama - Lieutenant (1) Caffeine Freak Caffeine Freak - Others (3) [div class=title]The Iron Tundra[/div]- Leader (1) Ayama Ayama - Lieutenant (1) CoachA CoachA - Others (3) [div class=title]Other characters:[/div] This includes everything stated in the 'Others' category above, but with the difference that they don't belong to/aren't affiliated with a specific group! You can be a private eye, any kind of police officer, a student or business owner who knows or trades with or is under the protection of a group, independant security or gun-for-hire... A few notes: - You don't have to be a part of the actual, blood-related family to be part of the crime family. You also don't have to be that nationality. - Different groups (as well as cops) will probably refer to each other by using family names, diminutives, and insulting nicknames- get creative! - The Italian Mafia (ie, the mob) is the group most likely to represent Hollywood movie tropes. If you want to play a wiseguy, this is your group! - The Chinese and Japanese often refer to each other using titles and honorifics- I encourage you to look up a few, to add some authenticity~ - If you want to play an undercover cop, or a spy from a different group, you can put it in the CS, or you can keep it a secret but inform the GMs. - I encourage anyone playing a detective or private eye to fully embrace Noir tropes and aesthetics- I promise you they're a lot of fun! ^^ - I also encourage dating, matrimony, trysts, friendships and rivalries both in and across group lines! It makes for interesting events/interactions~ And lastly: plot! Plot before making characters, after making characters. Plot their previous relationships or encounters, or plot how they'll meet and what kind of relationship they'll have. Plot plot plot plot plot! ;P Feel free to message us with any questions or ideas, and we look forward to seeing what you come up with![/div][/div][/div]
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    • Mkay guys, here is the CS code- let me know if you have any trouble filling it out! Please put up a different post for each character you submit (but don't worry- you only need one writing sample).

    Here are a few extra notes related to character creation:

    - A nickname is how close friends and family refer to your character, but an alias is how other people refer to your character (within or outside of your group). For example, you can have a guy named Johnny Deluca. His friends call him Johnny, but the cops, civilians and other groups refer to him as 'Johnny the Gent'. Or an enforcer named Louis Grandini. His friends call him Lou, but everyone else refers to him as 'Lou the Wrench' (because all of the tropes, amirite?) Or perhaps a monkey named Salaster Igbod. His friends call him Sal, the group members call him Spitz, and other groups and cops call him The Sneak... You get the idea ;P

    - If you wanna be a dirty cop in the mafia's employ, great! Same as with spies or undercover cops: you can either include it in the CS, or just let me know!

    - If you have an idea that doesn't quite fit in with what I've outlined, don't worry! Just shoot me a PM and we can probably make it happen ^^

    -And if you're planning to play the Leader and/or Lieutenant of any of the groups, please PM me your character ideas~

    Happy creating, and happy plotting!
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    • [Full Name - 'Nickname(s)']
      Lorenzo Antonelli - 'Enzo, 'Ol' Lore'
      [Age - Gender - Orientation]
      30 - Male - Straight
      [div class=pictureLorenzo][div class=text]
      Played by:
      @CrowOuttaHell
      [/div]
      [Role/title/job]
      Leader of the Antonellis
      [Alias(es)]
      The Dagger
      [/div]      ​
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      [Full Name - 'Nickname(s)']
      Hal D’Novra - 'PapΓ‘'
      [Age - Gender - Orientation]
      33 - Male - Straight
      [div class=pictureHal][div class=text]
      Played by:
      @Meme Machine
      [/div]
      [Role/title/job]
      Lieutenant for the Antonellis
      [Alias(es)]
      Rabbia
      [/div]      ​
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      [Full Name - 'Nickname(s)']
      Bonfilio Caruso - 'Bon', 'Fily'
      [Age - Gender - Orientation]
      30 - Male - Straight
      [div class=pictureBon][div class=text]
      Played by:
      @StaidFoal
      [/div]
      [Role/title/job]
      Antonelli leader body double
      [Alias(es)]
      The Poignard Shadow
      [/div]      ​
      [class=pictureBon] position: relative; margin-left: 30px; width: 100px; height: 102px; border: 3px ridge #000000; opacity: 0.7; background: url('https://i.postimg.cc/GpymXZrK/Anime-Division-Rap-Battle-JYUTO-IRUMA-Cosplay-Costume-Custom-mad.jpg'); [/class]
      [Full Name - 'Nickname(s)']
      Aoife O'Halloran - 'E-Fee'
      [Age - Gender - Orientation]
      18 - Female - Gay
      [div class=pictureAo][div class=text]
      Played by:
      @Ayama
      [/div]
      [Role/title/job]
      Wetwork asset for the Antonellis
      [Alias(es)]
      The Cyan Bullet
      [/div]      ​
      [class=pictureAo] position: relative; margin-left: 30px; width: 100px; height: 102px; border: 3px ridge #000000; opacity: 0.7; background: url('https://i.postimg.cc/vZBffjSY/i2.jpg'); [/class]
      [Full Name - 'Nickname(s)']
      Peter Matthews Morgan - 'Saint Peter'
      [Age - Gender - Orientation]
      28 - Male - Straight
      [div class=picturePete][div class=text]
      Played by:
      @KhorneFlakes
      [/div]
      [Role/title/job]
      Lawyer for the Antonellis
      [Alias(es)]
      The Dime
      [/div]      ​
      [class=picturePete] position: relative; margin-left: 30px; width: 100px; height: 102px; border: 3px ridge #000000; opacity: 0.7; background: url('https://i.postimg.cc/dQ4Tt8Bj/b7296026f3b53bdf0b9a2f4b94d41f63.jpg'); [/class]
      [Full Name - 'Nickname(s)']
      Johnny Sylvester Connors - 'Money'
      [Age - Gender - Orientation]
      27 - Male - Straight
      [div class=pictureJohnny][div class=text]
      Played by:
      @KhorneFlakes
      [/div]
      [Role/title/job]
      Accountant for the Antonellis
      [Alias(es)]
      The Penny
      [/div]      ​
      [class=pictureJohnny] position: relative; margin-left: 30px; width: 100px; height: 102px; border: 3px ridge #000000; opacity: 0.7; background: url('https://i.postimg.cc/50PN1mVH/forever-by-mckadesinsanity-d31rtc4-fullview.jpg'); [/class]
     
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    [div class="tab tab3"]Bio[/div] [div class="tab tab4"]Extra[/div][/div][/div] [div class=rightborder][div class="tabContents tabContents01"][div class=heading]Basic Info[/div] [div class=textbox][div class=scroll][div class=title]Name[/div]Ada O’Halloran [div class=title]Nickname(s)[/div]Birdie, Red [div class=title]Role/title[/div]Spy Master [div class=title]Alias(es)[/div]Riding Hood [div class=title]Age[/div]24 [div class=title]Gender[/div]Female [div class=title]Orientation[/div]Homosexual ********************************** [div class=title]Hair color[/div]Red [div class=title]Hair style[/div]Long, Curly [div class=title]Eye color[/div]Green [div class=title]Height[/div]5’2” [div class=title]Weight[/div]140lbs [div class=title]Body type[/div]Average, Curvy [div class=title]Clothing style[/div]Elegant, Classy [div class=title]Piercings, tattoos, etc.[/div]Septum piercing[/div][/div][/div] [div class="tabContents tabContents02" style="display: none;"][div class=heading]Personality[/div] [div class=textbox][div class=scroll][div class=title]Personality[/div]Ada is kind and charming, she could make friends with anyone. She is serious and speaks her mind, not afraid to call it like it is when the situation calls for it. [div class=title]Virtues[/div]- Charismatic - Positive - Intelligent [div class=title]Vices[/div]- Drinker - Temperamental - Non-Forgiving [div class=title]Likes[/div]- Cats - Rain - Whiskey [div class=title]Dislikes[/div]- Heat - Liars - Heights[/div][/div][/div] [div class="tabContents tabContents03" style="display: none;"][div class=heading]History[/div] [div class=textbox][div class=scroll]Ada sat down in the parlor, crossing one leg over the other and resting her glass of whiskey on her thigh, a smile gracing her lips. β€œMy history? Well… I have two siblings, an older brother and a younger sister who unfortunately left our family behind to work for the enemy. β€œMy parents were quite busy during my childhood, so in my time I grew quite adept at reading people and gathering information. People find it very easy to tell me their deepest, darkest secrets. I have always prided myself on knowing everything there is to know. I was able to prove myself to my family by providing information no one else could get their hands on. I know everything, darling. I trust you will remember that.” She knocks back the rest of her whiskey and rises[/div][/div][/div] [div class="tabContents tabContents04" style="display: none;"][div class=heading]The Rest[/div] [div class=textbox][div class=scroll][div class=title]Skills[/div]Charisma in human form. Incredibly intelligent and sharp. A great singer. Never misses a shot. [div class=title]Weaknesses[/div]Terrified of heights. Horrible hand-to-hand fighter. Sensitive. [div class=title]Other[/div]She can’t stand being underestimated.[/div][/div][/div]
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    [div class="tab tab3"]Bio[/div] [div class="tab tab4"]Extra[/div][/div][/div] [div class=rightborder][div class="tabContents tabContents01"][div class=heading]Basic Info[/div] [div class=textbox][div class=scroll][div class=title]Name[/div]Huang Bai [div class=title]Nickname(s)[/div]Dare-Devil (only her dad called her that) [div class=title]Role/title[/div]Informer [div class=title]Alias(es)[/div]ZhΓ¬sǐ [div class=title]Age[/div]25 [div class=title]Gender[/div]Female [div class=title]Orientation[/div]Pansexual ********************************** [div class=title]Hair color[/div]Black [div class=title]Hair style[/div]Short, straight, with an undercut [div class=title]Eye color[/div]Chartreuse [div class=title]Height[/div]5’6” [div class=title]Weight[/div]126lbs [div class=title]Body type[/div]Thin, but fit [div class=title]Clothing style[/div]Heavy alternative street style [div class=title]Piercings, tattoos, etc.[/div]Three on one ear, four on the other. A stomach piercing. The Crimson Blossom tattoo on her waist. [/div][/div][/div] [div class="tabContents tabContents02" style="display: none;"][div class=heading]Personality[/div] [div class=textbox][div class=scroll][div class=title]Personality[/div]ZhΓ¬sǐ tends to keep things to herself. This includes just about every emotion in the book, except anger. As stoic as she can be, when she is angry that become very clear. But she also won’t lie to you if you ask how she’s doing, or what happened. She has the tolerance of a cat (very little) and can lash out in recklessness, but she is efficient. Her hot head attitude let’s her make split second decisions that will either make or break whatever she’s doing. [div class=title]Virtues[/div]-Loyal -Brave -Honest, when asked [div class=title]Vices[/div]-Withholds truths -Is Pessimistic -Reckless [div class=title]Likes[/div]-Racing -Books -Fixing up cars [div class=title]Dislikes[/div]-Fire -Anyone messing with her car -Liars[/div][/div][/div] [div class="tabContents tabContents03" style="display: none;"][div class=heading]History[/div] [div class=textbox][div class=scroll]Most troubled kids have pasts of violent dads, mothers, or absent parents all together. Lives gone horribly wrong after a few drugs or drinks enters the cycle. Not Bai. Her family was perfect, and not in that way that made you question them. No, that family that really made you smile when you saw them. Her father was a pro racer, traveling to different world cups, with friends from around the world, and around the track. Her mother wasn’t as famous. She worked as a history teacher at Bai’s school, not for any reason other than she wanted too. Bai followed in her fathers foot steps to the letter, loving the feel of a good race, and some high speeds. It was at a massive racing game where her father had only made it halfway through the race.... when his car overheated, and the engine exploded. The accident killed her father instantly, and put two other people in the hospital. Bai has been in the stands with her mother when it happened, and had been absolutely devastated. Her father was dead. A few days later, only two or three, Bai went to go see the other drivers. One had been close friends with her dad, and she wanted to make sure he was ok. The man couldn’t even look her in the eye when she came, and when questioned, he broke down. Her told her all about how some random guy, supposedly another racer, payed him to switch the fuel with something else. This β€˜other fuel’ was provided by the mysterious guy, and the man had thought nothing of it. Racers were pulling pranks on each other all the time, messing with tires and painting bumpers for fun. Switching his fuel had been something the friend had even done before! But all it had done was make a bit of a bumpy ride, nothing dangerous. Bai was livid. She was so furious, that she stormed out of the hospital without responding. She went off the grid, practicing martial arts and street racing to track down the man who murdered her father. She never knew what happened to her mother, or how she reacted after Bai left. She even changed her name to ZhΓ¬sǐ, which everyone now calls her. The only exception is when she’s on the track. Then, people call her Jin. It seemed like an extreme reaction, even for murder. Truth was, ZhΓ¬sǐ had found a place where she could race, look for her fathers killer, and survive all at the same time. The Crimson Blossom. She got in as soon as she could, making a deal where they would allow her to look, and eventually kill, her fathers murderer under protection. All she had to do, was get information for them. Wasn’t too hard, being the best street racer in the majority of the world got her some fast passes to some high class places. All of it is fine by her, as long as she gets her pound of flesh in the end....[/div][/div][/div] [div class="tabContents tabContents04" style="display: none;"][div class=heading]The Rest[/div] [div class=textbox][div class=scroll][div class=title]Skills[/div]ZhΓ¬sǐ, as mentioned, is an extremely skilled driver. Her street racing, and pro racing skills can’t be beat by most. She’s known for her customizing work on cars, owning a decked out black and gold Aventador, which she has made customized parts for it go faster. AKA, she’s a racer, but also a mechanic. As far as her martial arts skills go, she’s in no way a natural talent, and had to work extremely hard to get to where she is now. [div class=title]Weaknesses[/div]Fire is a big thing. She won’t freak out and start screaming, but she will freeze up for a few moments before reaction to anything. She also really doesn't like people touching the stuff in her car. Hanging from the roll cage in her car is a necklace, and a cross. One was her fathers, the other was her mothers. She would do anything to protect those things. She also becomes.... well, stupid and arrogant when anyone insults her parents. She looses control, and might start a fight. [div class=title]Other[/div]She always has her nails done in black and gold, which seems trivial. Except that she has them sharpened to a point and can use them as claws if she wants. [/div][/div][/div]
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    [div class="tab tab3"]Bio[/div] [div class="tab tab4"]Extra[/div][/div][/div] [div class=rightborder][div class="tabContents tabContents01"][div class=heading]Basic Info[/div] [div class=textbox][div class=scroll][div class=title]Name[/div]Connor O'Halloran [div class=title]Nickname(s)[/div]N/A [div class=title]Role/title[/div]O'Halloran Boss [div class=title]Alias(es)[/div]The Bull, Boss O'Halloran [div class=title]Age[/div]48 [div class=title]Gender[/div]Male [div class=title]Orientation[/div]Straight ********************************** [div class=title]Hair color[/div]Graying red [div class=title]Hair style[/div]Combed back neatly [div class=title]Eye color[/div]Brown [div class=title]Height[/div]5'6" [div class=title]Weight[/div]187lb [div class=title]Body type[/div]Average [div class=title]Clothing style[/div]Professional casual [div class=title]Piercings, tattoos, etc.[/div]N/A[/div][/div][/div] [div class="tabContents tabContents02" style="display: none;"][div class=heading]Personality[/div] [div class=textbox][div class=scroll][div class=title]Personality[/div]The kind of man whose study is filled with hunting trophies (ones he's quite proud of) and has a shotgun behind the desk, Connor O'Halloran treats those in the upper echelons of the Clan like family, with him the loving, if at times stern, father. To the rest of the mob, he's the boss, the kind of boss that from time to time is willing to get his hands dirty. Because you know what they say, if you want it done right you gotta do it yourself. And it's with that mentality that Connor plans on expanding the business. [div class=title]Virtues[/div]- Keeps his nose out of other's businesses (usually) - A loving father (both to immediate family and the extended family of the Clan) - More than willing to get his hands dirty and help where help is needed. [div class=title]Vices[/div]- Stubborn - Unreasonable hatred for the Higashi Gumi, quite frankly he's a bit of a racist. - A bit of a gambler, but he knows how good his luck is and often keeps it small. [div class=title]Likes[/div]- Family first and foremost - People who show respect and have overall good manners. - Hunting - Boxing (watching and fighting) [div class=title]Dislikes[/div]- Anything to do with the Higashi Gumi - Liars and Cheats (to him at least) - The current situation he is forced into with the Antonellis' because of his youngest daughter, Aoife[/div][/div][/div] [div class="tabContents tabContents03" style="display: none;"][div class=heading]History[/div] [div class=textbox][div class=scroll] "I remember the day my father, Jonah O'Halloran, started the clan," Connor said from behind his desk, idly inspecting the skinning knife he had in his hands as he sat in his large, leather chair. "He came home one day from the factory, grabbed his gun, and left again. I was only little, mama's wee leprechaun, learning just enough before getting thrown into the factory right next to my da. But things changed that night. See, the Antonellis had an understanding with Lil' Ireland. We'd give them one paycheck before we told 'em to go fuck off. Every once and a while someone would try to short them, but our Collectors knew that a little squeeze would make the money magically appear." "The Higashi Gumi didn't see it that way." Connor stopped fiddling with the knife just long enough to make sure his audience was still paying attention before continuing. "They muscled out the Antonellis out of Lil' Ireland and thought the best thing to do was to squeeze us dry. The day my da grabbed his gun was the third time he had his check ripped from his hands. Straight." "My da had a way about him, something about how he looked just screamed 'do what this guy's doin'. And when one person saw da with his gun, they grabbed their gun and told someone else. Word spread fast, and soon enough my da had managed to round up almost every man with a gun on the block. You shoulda seen it, all them people, neighbors all of them, marching down the street and making a bee line right for Higashi Gumi turf. Next day, the headlines of the papers were filled with 'Violent Slaughter of Higashi Gumi Members' and shite like that. Over night, my da and his posse killed every Gummy in Lil' Ireland, and poof, just like that, the O'Halloran Clan was formed." "Now my da made it very clear, that this wasn't gonna be for profit, that this was just to protect us and our own. But you see, I didn't really see it that way. I agree that this is to protect my own, but you can't do that without a little bit of money coming in. And when my da passed, God rest his soul, I took the appropriate steps to get that money coming in. Soon enough, we had our own small time businesses. Speak-Easies, illegal gambling and fighting, you name it we had it. Didn't branch out pass that, don't need to, we're gettin' by quite comfortably." [/div][/div][/div] [div class="tabContents tabContents04" style="display: none;"][div class=heading]The Rest[/div] [div class=textbox][div class=scroll][div class=title]Skills[/div]A Huntsman at heart and particularly fond of pheasant hunting, Connor is a quick and sure shot with a rifle. And, naturally, once you kill whatever it is you're hunting, you have to dress it, leading Connor to become quite familiar with a knife. And add his fondness of fighting, particularly bar room fighting in his youth, Connor is somewhat of a scary man if you meet him in a dark alley. [div class=title]Weaknesses[/div]Connor is hesitant to do anything to most of the other Organizations, aside from the Higashi Gumi. But even then he worries about the repercussions. And having a soft spot for his immediate family, if any of them get a hold of his family they can easily twist his arm, which is one of the reasons he didn't want Aoife to join up with the Antonellis. And truth be told, anyone trained in any real form of fighting can easily beat Connor. [div class=title]Other[/div]Though technically the proud owner of many legitimate businesses that hide illegitimate transactions, Connor is most proud of the Setter, a boxing gym much like the sister gym of the Wolfhound, ran by his son Declan. He promotes a healthy competition between the fighters of the two gyms.[/div][/div][/div]
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    [div class="tab tab3"]Bio[/div] [div class="tab tab4"]Extra[/div][/div][/div] [div class=rightborder][div class="tabContents tabContents01"][div class=heading]Basic Info[/div] [div class=textbox][div class=scroll][div class=title]Name[/div]Lorenzo Antonelli [div class=title]Nickname(s)[/div]Enzo; Ol' Lore [div class=title]Role/title[/div]The Antonellis' Leader [div class=title]Alias(es)[/div]The Dagger [div class=title]Age[/div]30 [div class=title]Gender[/div]Male [div class=title]Orientation[/div]Heterosexual ********************************** [div class=title]Hair color[/div]Black [div class=title]Hair style[/div]Slicked to the side [div class=title]Eye color[/div]Green [div class=title]Height[/div]5'11" [div class=title]Weight[/div]78.4 kgs [div class=title]Body type[/div]Athletic [div class=title]Clothing style[/div]Business formal [div class=title]Piercings, tattoos, etc.[/div]None; he appears to look down on it. He does wear glasses, though.[/div][/div][/div] [div class="tabContents tabContents02" style="display: none;"][div class=heading]Personality[/div] [div class=textbox][div class=scroll][div class=title]Personality[/div]Calm, calculated, and cool; almost to the point of being frozen. Lorenzo is the kind of man that can and would lie to a man while still holding their gaze head-on and smiling brighter than the sun. He behaves politely and with just the right amount of professionalism and what seems like nonchalance, although it does seem at times that his expression and his words don't always meet his eyes. Nevertheless, he holds himself with a rather authoritative air, never letting anyone in the room forget that he calls the shots and defiance is something he deems as a mortal sin. [div class=title]Virtues[/div]- Nobility (only in appearance and background) - Patience - Ambitious [div class=title]Vices[/div]- Avarice - Apathy - Distrust [div class=title]Likes[/div]- Luxury - Genuine loyalty - Jazz music [div class=title]Dislikes[/div]- Traffic - Suspicious actions - Defiance[/div][/div][/div] [div class="tabContents tabContents03" style="display: none;"][div class=heading]History[/div] [div class=textbox][div class=scroll]Salvador Antonelli was an asshole. That would be the word I'd refer to him by, anyway, as long as he wasn't looking or hearing it. Last time I'd insulted my father like that- even in secret- I'd been struck for my supposed insubordination. Not all things that sparkled were truly gold, or some other saying like that. The Antonellis were in the upper-class of society in the city, and it showed. They had a massive house, a massive pool, a whole garage of exotic cars and workers. Maids, gardeners, even a nanny even if they never could control the children as well as Salvador could. And if not for their general horrible attitudes as kids, there was just the sheer number of children that made it impossible to work with them. Ah, yes. Couldn't forget about that part of my fucked-up family that was the Antonellis. The outside of our manor may have been the richest in the area, but the inside could easily be compared to the slums with just how hostile the environment was. Salvador 'Gold-Tooth' Antonelli believed that the only way to find a suitable heir to his legacy was to have as many children as possible, all born from his multiple lovers over the years, both legitimate and illegitimate; and have them fight each other for the title. Which, of course, led to complications. Children with the same ages aside, some would most likely die even before they had a chance at the esteemed role that their father held. It was just a part of life. And yet in front of Salvador, they were angels. Behind him, they were dogs eating dogs. With a bunch of easily impressionable kids who all just wanted a shot of the power that their father loved to laud over them, the instructions their father left them almost immediately set in. And so it started. Personal items would go missing, money would be taken, they'd mysteriously turn up to all of their lessons with brand new bruises as if they'd gotten into a scrap outside when they were locked in all day. Hells, I found myself either staying up late in order to ensure that none of my other siblings play a prank on me, steal from me, or just straight up beat me up in my sleep. Several of these attempts only ended up with the eldest son at the time, Flavio, finding me still awake and doing one of those anyway; usually the last one. "Figlio di puttana! What are you still doing awake, huh?! Planning to steal?!" As my brother stormed towards me, I found myself starting to think faster, more critically. I bit my tongue as to not lash out at Flavio for his colorful language, nor his insult to our mother, nor the fact that Flavio was the most likely to do just as he said. So, instead, I ended up saying something else. "Of course not," I managed to spit out. "I was keeping an eye out for the others if they planned to do it to you, since you weren't in bed." That got Flavio to stop, the rage in his face changing into confusion. "Me?" He had pointed at himself, incredulously. "Some of these little bastards were planning to steal from me?" I swallowed hard. Did he actually fall for it? "Yeah. I overheard Luca and Gianna talking about it. They wanted to rob you, take you down a peg, and run off with the money." It was a lie, of course. Luca and Gianna couldn't be inconspicuous to save their lives. But Flavio bought it, anyway, turning away from their bedroom and storming towards the ones down the hall. Just a minute later, I could hear it; Luca was yelling, shouting that he didn't steal, and Flavio's voice booming down the hall. That was the time I knew. If I couldn't fight hard, I'd fight smart. ***************** My life after that was filled with nothing but favors. Flavio couldn't be bothered to steal back his toothbrush and had way too many bandages on his hands to actually punch someone? I'd get it back for him, no charge. Giuseppe wanted to knock Luciano down a peg? Sure, I'll set up a distraction so that Giuseppe could enact his plan. Gianna wanted that guy at school to notice her? Yeah, I'm friends with that guy and I'll put in a good word, don't worry. Maybe I was kissing ass, but it kept attention away from me while I ran a few simple plans of my own by the time they'd reached middle school. I started running weekly, illegal poker games in a friend's basement, eventually upgrading to a hotel room once I started getting some richer suckers players in my games. This already gave me a bit of a money advantage over my siblings, and eventually Salvador found out after I'd come back with a nice gold watch I got from one of the players at the game. Instead of the usual whack on the head I'd receive, though, I found Salvador patting me on the shoulder himself and flashing me a wide, toothy grin. "Good on you, good on you." Seemed my father had caught onto the criminal starting to brew within me; or so Salvador thought. It's been in me since I was young, since the first time Flavio had sent me flying across our bedroom for trying to keep him from punching Luca. Little bastard turned against me too so it was all for nothing anyway. Makes you wonder who the real leccaculo is, huh? Whatever the case, my siblings caught up. And by the time they caught up, they were out for blood and gold. Specifically, mine. Salvador had happily pointed to my gold watch at dinner that night, his face smug as he told my siblings to be more like me, to start pulling their weight in the house, and that seriously pissed them off. Anyway, they started trying to find crimes of their own, as well. I know Luca started pirating movies and games. Flavio mugged people at a park and stole from cars, and Gianna found herself a comfortable little spot at a local park and bus stop to run a couple of simple cons. Giuseppe apparently started selling pot, which made me almost immediately cut ties with the little runt. But of course this wasn't the end of it. No. This was only the start. ***************** The time my life really started was when I met Dante Belmonte. Pretty name; not so pretty job. He was a cop-- nice law enforcer on the surface, secretly working for our family deep down. It was a funny little thing how we met. One of the players in one of my games made a real bad bet, lost almost everything he had. He went apeshit- we couldn't even bring up the fact that he made the bet himself- and we had to kick him out of the hotel room; but all he did was go to the cops instead. I'm almost ashamed to admit I was genuinely alarmed to find a policeman standing at the hotel room's door where I was expecting the usual round of players. Of course, it was an illegal game. And for that, I could go to jail. But the policeman at the door, with his mussed brown hair only scratched at his stubble and eyed me carefully before grinning. "Ah. Sally's son, are you?" "Salvador?" I raised an eyebrow at him. "You know my father?" "Aye. Pays me to keep you runts out of trouble." He eyed me again, his expression shifting into that of mock disappointment. "But, you know, he doesn't pay me nearly enough to keep busting your asses out of jail. Maybe if I had a little more..." He was a dirty cop, I knew immediately. Not so luckily for me, I doubted I could top whatever Salvador was paying him with the money I had on hand; but I did have another idea. "Hey...listen. Let's talk this out for a bit." I offered, putting on my best smile and motioning inside the hotel room. "Must be cold standing out there. Come on in." Once I had the cop settled on of the armchairs in the room, I made my offer. "I doubt I could give you anything more than what my father can give you," I began, "but, I can tell you all about the other shit my siblings are pulling." He raised an eyebrow at me, a sardonic grin spreading over his lips. "You're going to tattle?" "Sure, if that's how you want to call it." I shrugged. "Listen, I know the city ain't paying you nearly enough, either. Budget cuts and all. You wouldn't be working for my old man if you were getting enough cash." At this, he hesitated, leaning back into his seat and heaving a heavy sigh. "Somethin' like that." "So, what's the problem?" Now was my turn to lean forward, interlacing my fingers and keeping my gaze on him. "Got a wife to tend to? How many kids? I hear milk ain't cheap, healthcare even less so." "What're you onto, boy?" He asked, though his voice didn't sound accusatory- he almost sounded interested. I almost had him. "Your old man's gonna kill you if he hears you tattled to the cops about your siblings. Least from what I know about ol' Sally." "Not if he doesn't know I did." I grinned. "Call it an anonymous tip. I make you look like the good guy to the populace, busting so many illegal rigs out there; you make me look like the good guy to my family for being the only one who got out unscathed. Plus, with so many of his kids suddenly under arrest, I'd bet ol' Sally- as you like to call him- might even give you more money than usual. If not, maybe a promotion will be in line for you, eh? What do you say?" He seemed to consider it for a little while, duty and the need for money warring over his face as he thought deeply. I stayed firmly in my armchair, looking at him. It was a risky bet; if he told me off to my father, I knew I was fucked. But, at long last, he leaned forward, eyes twinkling in interest. "Let's hear about these...other, siblings' businesses." ***************** The ensuing weeks were almost hilariously disastrous. First was Luca's little pirated games business, which would have landed him in a juvenile detention center. Giuseppe had been found not only dealing but using, which made the stakes even higher. Gianna tried to sell a knock-off Rolex to an undercover Dante. Finally, Flavio got his ass beat pretty bad when he tried stealing from this conveniently parked car that used to belong to a retired police officer and Dante just so happened to be around to see it. Salvador lost his shit, of course. Screaming about how reckless they all were, how much money it took to break them all out, how much shame they were bringing to the family. How they couldn't be like me, who kept it all lowkey, who had somehow escaped this whole mess unscathed. My other siblings were pretty pissed at me, to be sure, but now that they looked incompetent in the eyes of my own father, I knew I had to keep myself useful. So, I went back to my favor business, except with only one client- Dante. I'd be his lookout, basically. I'd make him look good. Hostage situation? Make sure Dante shows up as the hero of the day. Illegal drug ring slipped up? Oh, Dante found them. In turn he'd teach me all the shit they do at the police academy; hand-to-hand combat, firing a gun, disarming someone. What I didn't bother letting Dante know was the fact that there were some rings that would elude my notice; provided they pay me a fee to look the other way, or start working for me. "I'd tell you about the rules and regulations," He smirked, "But you don't really play by them." Lady Luck truly played into my hand when two things happened that played to my advantage. The first was the fact that Officer Belmonte became Chief Belmonte in no time, no doubt thanks to all of his heroics and his outstanding service. The second was when I heard from Gianna after so long. "Enzo," She'd spoken to me through the phone, her teeth grit and her voice choked with sobs. "Father had a heart attack." ***************** The moment it was announced to us that Salvador Antonelli was suffering heart failure and needed a transplant, I could have sworn dollar signs flashed in my siblings' eyes. Of course, we all acted like angels in front of him as he begrudgingly gave us the news; clearly unwilling to give up his throne. With Salvador out of the picture like that, I quickly got to work. This was as good as an opening as I was going to get to finally rid myself of any competition; the competition that had burdened me so long ago, and claim what was rightfully mine. My first target was Luca, backstabbing bastard as he was. Though, I suppose I can't say that I was any different. Apparently, he'd gotten into bigger crimes now; mostly robberies. When I heard about the fact that he was sitting on more than just a couple of thousand dollars taken from a big-name bank he had robbed just three days prior to my info, I put in a good word to good ol' Chief Belmonte and the police was at his doorstep within minutes. I tsked and tutted throughout our phone call, of course, but promised to help when he told me he'd give me a cut. Honestly, I didn't expect anything, so I just gave him directions in order to escape the prison. A quick phone call to Dante to have him released on grounds of not having enough evidence to incriminate him and he was sailing free. The cops working that night were dirty, or wouldn't question their chief; they wouldn't give a damn, I imagined. What I didn't tell him was the fact that I'd tipped off a couple of gunmen from a local gang Giuseppe had pissed off to wait by his exit route, and they got him to snitch about where Giuseppe was before they shot him dead and left him there for good. When the gunmen called me again to begrudgingly mention that Giuseppe had apparently died of an overdose just prior, I was also surprised to find that for all it was worth, Luca had wired me the cash he promised. I ended up relinquishing that cash to the gunmen, for their service, of course. So, that gave me two more siblings to take care of. Flavio, especially. Luckily for me, my eldest brother wasn't particularly bright, and loved to think with his muscles. So when he ended up in jail almost the same way he did back then, he quickly found out that both Luca and Giuseppe were dead, our father was in the hospital, and Gianna couldn't be found anywhere. Which left only me. Being the oh-so caring brother I was, of course, I visited Flavio in his cell. He was there maybe ten to life, most likely the latter, and he was desperate. "Look, Enzo, I know I've been shitty." He said, gripping the bars tightly as he stared at me through them. "But look, you have to get me out of here. We're fucked if you don't get me out of here." "Oh? And what makes you say that?" I leaned against the bars. "Pray tell." "It's Gianna. She's onto us. She plans on giving her heart to Pops. I think she already donated." He swallowed. "If Pops comes back, he's gonna be all over us. All of the shit we've been doing would've been for nothing." I felt a wry smile crawl onto my lips. "Well, isn't that nice." "You see what we're dealing with here?" He snapped. "I know you got Luca out. Come on. You can break me out too, right? Get me out of here and we're gonna stop it. We're gonna take the Family from Pops' hands. Come on, Enzo. You got my back, right? You warned me about Luca and Gianna way back when we were kids." All I could offer him was a sardonic grin and a shrug. "Did I?" Now that I had the information I needed, I turned around and gave him a jaunty wave. "Well, it's been nice catching up, but I gotta get back to work, now. See you around, Flavio." "Enzo?! Enzo, you bastard! Are you just going to leave me here?! Come back here! Fuck!" His angry shouting echoed down the halls as I made my way out, waved to Dante in his office as I passed, and left the prison. ***************** Dealing with Gianna wasn't the problem- if you could even call it that. She was already dead, after all. "So, roughly 50,000, yes?" I took a long sip of whiskey as I watched the hitman in front of me stare down at the files I'd procured for them. "Can you go any higher?" They asked, their brows knotting. "This seems like a high-risk job." "I'll double it if you want," I shrugged. "Just get in there as quietly as possible and get rid of the heart that's bound to be transplanted to Salvador Antonelli. You'll get a bonus if you get rid of those that are even compatible with his." "How do you propose I do that?" "Slash it to bits, crush it, damage it-- throw it in the trash afterwards if you want. Let your mind go wild." The hitman slowly nodded. "100,000, then." "It's a deal, then." I chuckled. "Want the half upfront and the remaining after you complete the job?" "I don't want to risk it." They picked up the file and stood up, eyeing me carefully. "They don't call you The Dagger for nothing, after all." "But you will complete the job, yes?" They nodded. I smiled and leaned back, folding my arms over my chest. "Then that's all I need." ***************** So that was my story so far. The rest was history. There were lots of tears at the funeral of course- both fake and genuine. My mother, who I hadn't seen in so long, came by, but her face was set in stone as she stared at the coffin being lowered into the ground. I didn't come to her side yet; I was too busy speaking with those who were soon to be my men. Take a bunch of shocked, hardened criminals who suddenly lost a boss who more often than not put them through rigorous amounts of work without enough pay and most importantly, without enough respect, and you had a recipe for a crew that was both vengeful and relieved at the same time. "Who do you think did it?" One of them spoke up. "Didn't the boss just die because of a bad heart attack?" The other mentioned. "Nah. Some people are saying the Yakuza did it. You know how the Japanese are with their technology, and that hospital's brimming with them." "Or, you know-- the O'Hallorans could've done it. You know how brutish they can get." "Definitely not. Maybe it was that Russian group. Bunch of wet-behind-the-ears criminals trying to prove a point by killing the leader of the oldest family here." "Does it matter?" I finally spoke, gaining the men's attention. "Whether it was the Higashi-gumi, or the O'Hallorans, or the Crimson Blossom or Iron Tundra; this just means someone has effectively painted a target on our backs." There were quiet murmurs of "Yeah..." and "Sounds about right..." in the crowd. Finally, someone spoke up. "So, what do we do now?" "What do we do now?" I smiled. "I say we fight back. We show them we're not going to crumble just because we lost ol' Gold-Tooth. We've been the kings of this city for this long-- are we really going to let it end here, with Salvador in his grave?" One of the men raised an eyebrow at me, his gaze narrow. "What makes you think we're gonna want to fight for you?" I folded my arms and smiled. "Do you have a choice not to? Whoever went after Salvador could go after you. And I guarantee you; if they were able to take out Salvador, then that only means they can take you out too." I straightened up. "And, the second thing I can guarantee you at the very least-- is that I can treat you better than old Gold-Tooth ever could. Together, we're gonna show those four runts who's the real kings of this city. And if the heat comes close enough to burn, then we're going to burn this city to the ground and sell the ashes." I wasn't completely lying, of course. The metaphorical deal with the devil was now presented to them, and I was more than willing to play the part of devil if it meant completing my goals. I gave them my brightest smile and my extended hand. "Do you trust me?" ***************** [/div][/div][/div] [div class="tabContents tabContents04" style="display: none;"][div class=heading]The Rest[/div] [div class=textbox][div class=scroll][div class=title]Skills[/div]Lorenzo owes most of his combat skills to the corrupt cop that he had met back when he was still trying to get rid of his competition; these skills include hand-to-hand combat and firearm training. When let out to drive without any particular restrictions or during a chase, Lorenzo also exhibits a certain skill with driving, usually able to make tricky manoeuvres to evade anyone chasing him to lose his tail. On more miscellaneous skills, though, it's been noted that Lorenzo is particularly charming, using this to his advantage when it comes to negotiations, and that he had picked up piano in his free time. [div class=title]Weaknesses[/div]Due to his rather hectic and hostile background, Lorenzo has a general disposition towards mistrust, which can lead to him acting a little too cautious even around his subordinates; at least the ones that haven't quite earned his trust yet. Lorenzo's tendency towards luxury, his spending habits also tend to go into the extreme not only for his comforts but also for security. His composure can also be broken just by mentioning any of his old siblings, as this touches a rather bad nerve and can cause him to act a lot less controlled in his actions. This weakness also feeds into his paranoia as he seems to be extremely secretive about how he came into power and greatly dislikes if anyone were to reveal it. [div class=title]Other[/div]Face claim is Jyuto Iruma from the Hypnosis Microphone series.[/div][/div][/div]
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    [div class="tab tab3"]Bio[/div] [div class="tab tab4"]Extra[/div][/div][/div] [div class=rightborder][div class="tabContents tabContents01"][div class=heading]Basic Info[/div] [div class=textbox][div class=scroll][div class=title]Name[/div]Albrecht Schneider [div class=title]Nickname(s)[/div]Al; Smokestacks [div class=title]Role/title[/div]Enforcer of the Iron Tundra [div class=title]Alias(es)[/div]Crazy Al [div class=title]Age[/div]27 [div class=title]Gender[/div]Male [div class=title]Orientation[/div]Heterosexual ********************************** [div class=title]Hair color[/div]White [div class=title]Hair style[/div]Scattered and mussed [div class=title]Eye color[/div]Red [div class=title]Height[/div]6'1" [div class=title]Weight[/div]84 kgs [div class=title]Body type[/div]Wiry [div class=title]Clothing style[/div]Casual and almost messy [div class=title]Piercings, tattoos, etc.[/div]There's a large white tiger tattoo crawling up his back. Additionally, he wears a few skull-shaped earrings in one ear.[/div][/div][/div] [div class="tabContents tabContents02" style="display: none;"][div class=heading]Personality[/div] [div class=textbox][div class=scroll][div class=title]Personality[/div]Rough, coarse, and smokes more than a smokestack, earning him one of his nicknames. Al isn't someone to be trifled with no matter where you meet him- be it in a very professional business meeting or in a dark alley. He's sharp-tongued and quick to anger, but is as much a man of words as he is a man of action...even if the words he tends to spit out tend to be barbed. His presence alone sparks either fear or begrudging respect due to the perpetual scowl on his face-- and on the rare moments he does smile, it tends to still frighten those around him. Underneath all this, though, is a fierce loyalty to those he does have genuine respect for and those he trusts. He's fond of those he does consider to be his friends, few as they are, even if he doesn't quite seem like he does. [div class=title]Virtues[/div]- Loyalty - Straightforwardness - Unwavering [div class=title]Vices[/div]- Intimidating - Ill-mannered - Stubborn [div class=title]Likes[/div]- Cigarettes (He apparently prefers a particular brand.) - Respect - Rap music [div class=title]Dislikes[/div]- Opportunists - Drug - Cowardice[/div][/div][/div] [div class="tabContents tabContents03" style="display: none;"][div class=heading]History[/div] [div class=textbox][div class=scroll]If somebody tells you to move to this damned city because it's got tons of opportunities for you, do me a favor and slug 'em right in the face. Kick 'em in the side if they're wearing a pantsuit or anything a businessman might wear. Trust me, you'll love yourself for the decision. Cause those corporate assholes don't know jack about what this city really is. All they see are the tall skyscrapers, the happy families, the smiling businessmen standing in their posh, luxury offices closing another successful sale on their phones. They don't tell you about the deepest parts of this city-- where all the smoke, the filth, and the debauchery lies mixing altogether in a pool of its own vomit. I should know cause I grew up there. Times were rough, you hear? It wasn't always like this, apparently. Once upon a time, we supposedly had a nice house with two floors, divided bedrooms, and a TV with lots of channels. Then, some shady businessmen came in, said they were getting kicked out unless they paid this certain fee or something, and forced my 'rents out. Now we're in an apartment whose toilet's probably flooded this place more times than I can count, no thanks to the terrible plumbing, and can barely fit a grown man, much less a family. We were in a shady neighborhood where houses were built out of roof tiles, flaky cement blocks and rotting wood. Kids who didn't have clothes sometimes wandered around naked. Sometimes, people took baths outside, for everyone to see. You get the deal. Not like my home life was any better. I ain't gonna say my parents didn't try their best to raise me right, but it just wasn't gonna happen in this environment. Every night I'd hear them either yelling about their work or yelling about each other. Fortunately, they didn't start yelling about me until later in my life. Mornings and afternoons I rarely even saw them, as they were working their asses off to keep me in school. Oh yeah, school wasn't that happy either. Take a teacher who clearly wasn't paid enough to do this shit and a bunch of schoolkids who either thought that they were the hottest of hot shit to be even studying in a place like this, or that they were the toughest and no adult could boss them around. Don't let what the faculty says fool you-- some kids brought tiny knives with them just to keep the others from stealing from them or bullying them. Lunch money, lunch in general, homework. Mostly homework. Gotta keep our grades up so that the 'rents at home don't suspect, you know? Not that I cared. I didn't take anyone's bullshit. Nearly bashed someone else's head in with my own wooden chair once, and that was enough to get most of the kids in my class to back off. But that's all boring shit. I hate talking about my childhood- nothing of use there, you know? Let's get a move on. **************** Remember the part I said my parents started yelling about me? Yeah, that happened around early high school. Schooling wasn't getting any cheaper, and I sure as hell wasn't getting into any less scrapes. It wasn't uncommon for me to miss out on half my classes due to being in detention or in the infirmary after getting into a fight. Or both. So, to shut good ol' Mom and Dad up, I decided to do a few sideline jobs. It ain't anything special. I lugged boxes at a warehouse, once. When a few older guys got drunk on the job and decided to pick on the new kid AKA me, I slugged them across the face. Fired, of course. Least I got some money out of it. When I had too many records to get any job that looked at them in our area, I decided to turn to shadier types of work. The 'rents minded, but did they have a choice? I was still bringing in cash, and that cash was being spent on dinner, on rent, on getting the damn plumbing fixed. Someone had to do the dirty work. I guess you wanna hear about the shady work. It wasn't that bad, really. I ran odd-jobs. Sometimes I'd have to bring a suitcase over to a shady clinic. I made a few visits to clubs around town-- on strictly professional terms, but if I was pent-up enough, that could easily be changed. Sometimes, I just had to rough a couple of people up. At some point I got caught and sent to a juvenile detention center, and there I found myself a couple of fans-- all roughshod youngsters like me. "You're crazy," They said, "and we like it." Soon enough, I was rolling with a crew, and money was coming in just a little easier than normal. Unfortunately, shit got tougher when dear old dad found a new mistress in alcohol. Mom wasn't happy. Started gambling to keep herself from saying anything about it. Plumbing got worse. Seemed the only thing going down the drain was money. So, eventually, I said fuck it. Packed up my things, told 'em I was gonna try to find a better place to stay-- and left that place with a couple of my buddies. Cut ties completely, after that. If they couldn't help themselves then I doubted I, the prodigal son, could help them. **************** Miraculously, the money from my crew kept me afloat. Wasn't like I treated them like shit, mind you. They got a cut, of course. But if they were working for me and taking all the jobs I could be doing, well; they'd understand if some of the money didn't always end up with them. We managed to get ourselves a good enough apartment to stay in, and by we I meant I. Surprisingly, a lot of my crew already had ties to that area and were content to stay with their families and friends while I flew solo in my own apartment. Notice how I keep calling them my crew and not my friends? That's the point. I keep myself at a good enough distance from my crew. Crews are there to keep you working, to remind you that you've got responsibilities and part of that responsibility is being able to delegate it. Also, crews bring in money, which keeps you alive. The second reason is because I met my first- and so far, the only one I consider- friend in high school. An underclassman, maybe two or three levels below me. She was a good kid. Quiet kid. The kind of student that was smart enough to be able to stay afloat in terms of grades, went out with friends only a few times a week, paid attention to lessons and generally obeyed her parents' rules. Totally different from me, basically. Course, she rarely showed up near our classrooms unless it was to go assist a teacher or clean up there. Told you she was a good kid. Of course, what she didn't tell her friends nor her family was that she'd apparently been performing at an underground venue that specialized in showing no holds barred rap battles. She wasn't that kind of performer, if that's what you're thinking. She was a competitor in those said battles, and she sure as hell shocked me when I saw her, the quiet kid who smiled awkwardly and always got her homework done, springing out of from one side of the pit they were battling in and spitting fire. In this ridiculous bear hoodie, too. Let's call her Bear from now on. I lost a bet that day, but I'd like to think I gained a friend. She got my attention enough that I specifically waited until she came back out of the venue, back in her drab grey hoodie, and walking quickly with her head down. Well, here went nothing. "Yo." I called out. She froze, looking up and around herself until our eyes met. Poor kid had a deer in headlights look, as if I'd just caught her in a drug deal or something. I shifted. She didn't talk. I took a deep drag of the cigarette between my teeth and breathed out. "Come over here." She didn't comply. I walked over, instead, and she still didn't move, staring at me warily. "Can I...help you?" Fuck. This was awkward. Let me just get this out of the way, if you're still listening to me. I don't do friendship. You couldn't ask me to make friends in order to save my life. So don't fault me too much for how I handled this situation. Bear still gives me hell over it, and this was god knows how many years ago. "Nice showing out there." I tried to pull off an affable smile, but with the way she winced, I could tell it wasn't working. "Made me lose a bet." "I, uh...I'm sorry, I guess?" She squeaked. I shook my head. "Don't be. Talent like that shouldn't be apologized for." Now I was trying to be reassuring. At least this attempt worked, if only because she relaxed...but only a little. "Then thanks. I guess. Glad you liked it." She fiddled with the hat she was wearing just under her hood, then stared back up at me, seemingly scanning my face. "...You look familiar." "Do I?" I chuckled. She squinted. "Yeah, I've...seen you before. In Ridgeview Academy. 3rd floor classrooms." The penny seemed to drop on her as her eyes widened. "Holy shit. You're Crazy Al." I grinned. "Pleased to meet you." **************** Against all odds, Bear and I became friends. Yeah, yeah, unorthodox way of meeting, I know, but it just so happened we liked rap, we liked watching the performances there and even competing as some sort of power duo there. Of course, I still ran my odd-jobs, but the nice thing about performing as a rapper in an underground venue was that it got you both respect and money, two things which I needed badly. High school went by. I won't bore you too much with the details, but Bear became kind of like a little sister to me. She was unexpectedly feisty, and I found myself keeping her out of trouble whenever another crew or rapper decided to mess with us. Of course, she also kept me out of trouble, and that saved me the trouble of buying bandages to treat myself every single time I got into a fight. Once she heard about my circumstances, she was sympathetic. Not that I expected her not to be. I watched for a long time as she sat there, arms folded over her chest and lips pursed in thought. "I could try helping." "You?" I arched an eyebrow at her. Whether she liked it or not, she knew I hated her getting into trouble. And I hated it even moreso if she got into trouble on my behalf. I've had it rough, I didn't want her to have to deal with it too. "Listen, Bear, I ain't putting you through the same shit I do. You're just a kid. You've got a good life ahead of you." "I didn't mean I was going to work for you, dumbass." She groaned, flashing me a wry grin. "Besides, you hate when I pick fights and that's practically what your job is." "Glad you understand." I rolled my eyes at her. "I ain't your father, so I'm not gonna go off on a spiel about how I don't want you getting into trouble." Even though I already have. "What I mean is, we're getting a good enough amount from the Pits." The Pits was what we called the venue we performed at. "And you know-- I don't really need all that cash. It's nice, but I don't exactly want my parents getting suspicious." She laughed nervously. "I don't know how long my 'mascot part-time job' excuse is gonna last for them." "It was a flimsy excuse from the start. What kinda mascot gets paid that much?" I chuckled. Now it was Bear's turn to roll her eyes as she waved a dismissive hand at me. "Anyway!" She leaned forward. "What I'm saying is, you can just go ahead and keep the cash we get from the Pits. And, if we ever find the time, we can go looking for other places to perform at for a little more extra." "Do I get a choice in this?" I asked, though it was rhetorical, and Bear knew it. "If you decide not to take the money, I'm going to find a way to give you it anyway." She shrugged. "Maybe I'll stick it in your next pack of smokes." "Alright, alright." I raised my hands in surrender. "I mean, I'd be terrible if I didn't accept the oh-so gracious offer of our great lady and savior." I grinned. "Shut it, smokestacks." **************** With the extra money I got from her help, I managed to finally get my own place. I started getting involved with even higher-paying clients for tougher jobs, and I got myself a good enough car and a nice bike. Why'd I bother mentioning all of this to you? Cause I want you to know how much I give a damn about this kid. Something happens to her, I'm gonna lose my shit. And I mean it. My serious debt to her aside, she's practically the only family I considered my own in this shithole. So when she started looking a lot more worried, more distracted, I immediately noticed. "That was a rough showing out there," I told her after one of her solo battles in the Pits. She was just coming off of a loss, and it was showing in her expression. "Something's on your mind. Tell me what's up." She grit her teeth, made to say something, but reconsidered and shut her eyes, letting out a deflated breath. "I don't know, Al. I'm just tired." "Sure as hell didn't look exhausted when you were insulting every aspect of the guy you just fought. You've never been good at lying, Bear, and now's not the time to act like you are." She sighed again, eyes still squeezed shut. "Bad debt, Al. My uncle's got a bad debt." "Debt?" I raised an eyebrow. "How bad is it?" "I didn't want to look at the numbers cause it's not what matters. It's who he owes the debt to, Al." She murmured. "Who does he owe the debt to?" She breathed in. "A new organized crime group called the Iron Tundra, apparently. Bunch of Russians. Didn't want to ask him any more of it since I almost thought he was going to flip a table at us. Either he pays it off or gets someone that's up to snuff to their standards to start working for them." I felt a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. Without realizing it, I found my hands on her shoulders. "Don't tell me he plans to suggest you?" She shifted, trying not to meet my eyes. I don't think she wanted me to see that she was scared; but I could feel it in the subtle tremble running through her. "I wouldn't put it past him." Hell no. Never. I wasn't going to let some shady fuckers get their hands on the only person I cared about in this godforsaken place. I grit my teeth, unsuccessfully trying to calm myself, and stared right into Bear's eyes. "Tell me where to meet with these fucks." **************** It was all a blur of action after that. I took my small-time crew, led them to where Bear's uncle said they were waiting for him to pay off the debt- he'd hesitantly mentioned that he was sending someone over as payment. I'm guessing those Russian bastards at the door didn't expect my crew to come busting in with their spiked bats and two-by-fours and fists flying, because they went down almost immediately. Unfortunately, there were at least a dozen more, and these ones had guns which, soon enough, we all found ourselves staring down the barrels of. At least until a heavily accented voice called out to them. "баста." They didn't fire. I barely stopped mine from bashing their heads in. A man stepped out from the midst of them, clearly Russian, grinning at me through a cigar between his teeth. "I've heard of this one." "You the one that Okawara guy owes a debt to?" I snapped at him. "Here's your payment." He didn't seem fazed. Instead, his grin only grew wider. I was afraid he'd turn into the Cheshire Cat. "Precisely." He turned to his men and barked out yet another command in Russian. They lowered their weapons before he turned to me. "Must we be so quick to anger? Get your lackeys to put their weapons down, and let's talk this through." "And have you shoot our faces off the moment we do? Hell no." I motioned to the gap dividing my group from his. "Get your men to throw their guns there and we'll do the same. Then we'll talk." He shrugged. "Done." His men, though hesitant, threw their weapons down. As I approached him to do the same and ordered my own crew to, he folded his arms and eyed me carefully. "The name's Andrei. Andy the Tool, if you've heard." He introduced. "And you're Albrecht Schneider. Crazy Al, for short." "Spare me the talk." I scowled. "What do you want?" "If you're here, then it only makes sense that you've heard of the group I work for, right? The Iron Tundra." He clasped his hands behind his back and started pacing. "We're not barbarians, you know. Not like the other four. But we could make use of one." He stared at me, his eyes alight with some new thought. "You want me to work for you?" "Isn't that what you were sent to do?" He chuckled. "Consider your options here, boy. You take us out. My superiors will know. The other families will know. You'll be hunted, along with Okawara, and his family too." I could only grit my teeth at that. Like it or not, he was right. And I didn't want any trouble coming to those that didn't deserve to have it. "As I said, we're not barbarians. We won't treat you too badly." He stepped forward, placing a hand on my shoulder. "As long as you cooperate, nobody has to get hurt." I glared at him. "Will you keep Okawara and his family out of it?" "Of course, we'll consider his debt paid if you do." Andrei grinned. "Make it into the boss's good graces, and they might even allow you to put them under our protection." At that, I was set. I wasn't just paying off Okawara's debt. I was paying off mine- or at least, I was going to start on paying it off. "Fine." I raised my gaze to meet his. "I'll do it." **************** That was roughly two years ago. Loathe as I was to say it, working for the Iron Tundra did make my life a little bit easier. And by that, I meant instead of the shitty old armchair I'd had in my old apartment, I now had Bear reclining in the nice black couch I had just gotten for my new house the other week. "How's college treating you?" I found myself asking her. I didn't exactly go to college myself, being caught up with trying to stay afloat and alive for the past few years. Didn't plan on pursuing it now that I was in my late twenties, too. "It's been going fine, for the most part." She responded idly. She had an arm folded behind her head, the other idly tossing a tennis ball up and down. "Met anyone good?" At this, she hesitated- but not out of embarrassment, even though the redness that slightly tinged her cheeks was starting to give that impression. "There was this girl I met at a party just last week, I guess. She was...she was pretty good. Nice. Cute." I laughed. She never did lose her awkwardness and her tendency to say "I guess", I suppose. "Oh yeah?" "She's a model." She blurted out. I collapsed into my computer chair, faking a long, drawn-out groan. "Holy shit. I don't deal with you for maybe half a month and you're going after models. The fuck happened to you?" "I didn't know until I saw her online and in a magazine, okay?" She snapped, sitting up to look at me. Okay, there was the embarrassment I knew so much of. I was still snickering when she tossed the tennis ball at me. "Well, I don't blame you." I let the ball bounce off my bicep as I took a drag from my cigarette, letting the smoke in before blowing it back out. "Just don't hope you plan on asking me for date money for this girl." "I never ask date money from you, jerk." She stuck her tongue out at me. "I don't trust you with it." I grinned at her. "Even if I were to offer you a thousand dollars right here, right now, if you ask her out in front of me?" Bear raised an eyebrow at me. "Don't you know how freaky it is to hear that from you? You're not usually this generous." I shrugged. "Why not? I've got cash to burn." "Alright, stop there. Two seconds. You have cash to burn? Really?" I stood up, thinking back on all the shit I've been doing for the past two years; doing job after job, no matter how dirty, no matter how rough. My unbroken service got me in the good graces of the boss, I heard, and after I was made, it was just a bit longer until they'd finally trusted me enough to call me an Enforcer. I wasn't complaining. It was a fitting title, to be honest. Besides that, I've worked hard for this. It wasn't as if I hated the Tundra's guts, mind you. After a year of working with them, I at least had respect for the boss. I could see how much effort they were pouring into this entire shebang, and for that they at least deserved honest workers. Ironic as that was. I may not know that much about the finer side of business and negotiation, but I did know a few tricks to keep their men and women alive, as long as they kept mine alive too. Also, a scary face and the ability to crack your knuckles menacingly go a long way in negotiation, apparently. After all, with this new position came new perks, and I used my first perk on ensuring that the kid lounging about on my brand new sofa was kept away from as much harm as she could be kept away from. I turned to Bear and chuckled. "You could say that I was finally able to pay off a debt from long ago, is all." ***************** [/div][/div][/div] [div class="tabContents tabContents04" style="display: none;"][div class=heading]The Rest[/div] [div class=textbox][div class=scroll][div class=title]Skills[/div]Al had grown up on the rough side of town for more than most of his life, and it wasn't as if he acted in any way opposing that. As such, he has a skillset that had kept him alive for most of his life there-- the top of it being his ability to brawl and handle himself in hand-to-hand combat. Despite his wiry looks, he's rather strong and agile, belaying his appearance and usual sluggish way of walking. It's also noted that Al is particularly intimidating, no thanks in part due to his perpetual scowl and his frame, and he also knows how to rough someone up just enough to get info out of them or, in other cases, "convince" them, if need be. Al's also known to be able to drive both cars and motorcycles, making him a good enough getaway driver...safety be damned, that is. [div class=title]Weaknesses[/div]Al should not be trusted with a gun. The most he's going to do is fire off shots wildly or use to whack someone upside the head. He's also not too good at diplomacy, as his preferred way of handling conflicts and whatnot involves scaring the living shit out of the other party or just beating them up. His stubbornness and frankness- and general rudeness, also lands him into trouble with those that don't exactly appreciate being spoken that way to. When stuck with people he doesn't particularly care about- or wasn't given any strict orders to keep an eye out on-, he also can get carried away and not notice where his other allies are. Threatening his friends can also get him riled up within seconds, leading to even more reckless decisions and actions on his end. [div class=title]Other[/div]Face claim is Samatoki Aohitsugi from the Hypnosis Microphone series.[/div][/div][/div]
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    [div class="tab tab3"]Bio[/div] [div class="tab tab4"]Extra[/div][/div][/div] [div class=rightborder][div class="tabContents tabContents01"][div class=heading]Basic Info[/div] [div class=textbox][div class=scroll][div class=title]Name[/div]Alyenka Karmazin [div class=title]Nickname(s)[/div]Lye ('Lee-Eh') [div class=title]Role/title[/div]Boss of the Iron Tundra [div class=title]Alias(es)[/div]The Iron Vice [div class=title]Age[/div]32 [div class=title]Gender[/div]Female [div class=title]Orientation[/div]Unknown ********************************** [div class=title]Hair color[/div]Silver [div class=title]Hair style[/div]Long and straight [div class=title]Eye color[/div]Auburn/crimson [div class=title]Height[/div]5'8 [div class=title]Weight[/div]148lbs [div class=title]Body type[/div]Svelte [div class=title]Clothing style[/div]Pantsuits or business-casual [div class=title]Piercings, tattoos, etc.[/div]None[/div][/div][/div] [div class="tabContents tabContents02" style="display: none;"][div class=heading]Personality[/div] [div class=textbox][div class=scroll][div class=title]Personality[/div]Alyenka is a businesswoman to her core. That means she is always aware of what the best move is to make for the interests of the organization and she acts accordingly. She is extremely strict, expecting the utmost efficiency and absolute loyalty from those who work for her, but also fair, treating and rewarding people in accordance with the work they put in and services they perform. She can get as scary as any other crime boss in the city when the situation calls for it but, if doing so isn't necessary, she won't bother, as she's a businesswoman first. [div class=title]Virtues[/div]- Fair - Hard-working - Honorable [div class=title]Vices[/div]- Rigid - Merciless - Demanding [div class=title]Likes[/div]- Water - Czech cuisine - Dogs [div class=title]Dislikes[/div]- Blue skies - Disloyalty - Amateurism[/div][/div][/div] [div class="tabContents tabContents03" style="display: none;"][div class=heading]History[/div] [div class=textbox][div class=scroll]It's hard to tell where our family is from, anymore. We have relatives in Russia, all over Eastern Europe, and even in the Middle East. We've always been hardworking, industrious, and hellbent on success, and it shows. No matter if it's in Russia, the Ukraine, the Czech Republic, or even Armenia, wherever we go, we work hard, we succeed- we establish ourselves as a force to be reckoned with. The branch of the family that emigrated to America is a glowing example of that. Five generations ago, my great great grandfather showed up in New York with about six dollars and some change- he shined shoes by the train station. By the time he died, he owned a small shoe repair shop. My great grandfather turned that into a whole chain of them. My grandfather branched out into manufacturing and sales. My father used the money to buy stocks in a diverse array of companies, from tech to consulting. I inherited this vast empire, determined to make my mark and expand it. And when I took charge, I made the unexpected move to The City. It was a gamble, no doubt about it. This place is notorious for being under the thumb of several vast and powerful competing criminal families, and if you wanted to be successful here, you needed to be able to go head to head with them. It was a risk, no doubt about it, but definitely worth it: in the five years since we first got here, our net value has tripled. I understand the system here- I know you have to get your hands dirty if you want to compete on this playing field. Like in all business, I learned the rules of the game, and then I played it intending to win. Second place is not an option, and I have no plans of leaving anytime soon.[/div][/div][/div] [div class="tabContents tabContents04" style="display: none;"][div class=heading]The Rest[/div] [div class=textbox][div class=scroll][div class=title]Skills[/div]-Alyenka has been training in martial arts since she was a child, making her an expert in hand-to-hand combat. -Her savvy and business acumen are unparalleled; even somewhat eerie at times. -She's proficient with most common firearms, having learned it for self-defense when she moved here. -She's an excellent, Olympic-level competitive swimmer. [div class=title]Weaknesses[/div]-She's really, really not a fan of fire, unless it's in a grate. -She never runs- hates it, actually. Makes her feel terrible. -She gets nauseous on boats- any kind of boat. [div class=title]Other[/div]She enjoys old movies and the occasional glass of Armagnac.[/div][/div][/div]
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    [div class="tab tab3"]Bio[/div] [div class="tab tab4"]Extra[/div][/div][/div] [div class=rightborder][div class="tabContents tabContents01"][div class=heading]Basic Info[/div] [div class=textbox][div class=scroll][div class=title]Name[/div]Agatha McCarthy [div class=title]Nickname(s)[/div]Sister [div class=title]Role/title[/div]Mercenary [div class=title]Alias(es)[/div]The Saint [div class=title]Age[/div]35 [div class=title]Gender[/div]Female [div class=title]Orientation[/div]Pansexual ********************************** [div class=title]Hair color[/div]Black [div class=title]Hair style[/div]Loose and around her neck [div class=title]Eye color[/div]Brown [div class=title]Height[/div]5'9 [div class=title]Weight[/div]151 lbs [div class=title]Body type[/div]Lithe [div class=title]Clothing style[/div]Nun clothes; regular by day and the latex during work [div class=title]Piercings, tattoos, etc.[/div]A silver cross necklace[/div][/div][/div] [div class="tabContents tabContents02" style="display: none;"][div class=heading]Personality[/div] [div class=textbox][div class=scroll][div class=title]Personality[/div]Agatha is almost always in business-mode, talking money and her targets. To her, killing is like eating and breathing. She's been working as a mercenary for so long that she doesn't even bat an eye when pulling the trigger, and it's starting to bore her how easy the recent jobs have been. During the day, she blends easily as an ordinary nun. Contrary to her suggestive attire, Agatha isn't interested in romance, but is willing to bed anyone if her job requires it. She's not all that big on religion; the nun clothes are just a quirk. [div class=title]Virtues[/div]- Sedulous - Resourceful - Open-minded [div class=title]Vices[/div]- Sadistic - Destructive - Stone-hearted [div class=title]Likes[/div]- Wine - Challenges - Guns [div class=title]Dislikes[/div]- Losing - Traitors - Poison[/div][/div][/div] [div class="tabContents tabContents03" style="display: none;"][div class=heading]History[/div] [div class=textbox][div class=scroll]My history, huh? It's the same as what most people here have: a child left alone by parents who died one way or another. I was taken in by a church, which happens to be the one I work at today. Then Father Thomas had us--those who appeared fit--follow him to a "field trip." The place he had us stay was dark and rundown, with dozens of rooms. He gave us knives and explained his little game to us. Apparently, the only way the church could earn sufficient funds were through assassins trained from the orphans he collected on the streets. He sold their services to the mafia families in the area, raking in stacks of cash, and we were his latest batch. He wanted the best of the best, though, and so he organized something like a gladiator arena. I remember how the orphans were all terrified and never thought about taking a life. I also remember their desperate pleas for me to stop stabbing them. What can I say? Growing up in the streets of this god-forsaken city, you need to learn how to defend yourself. I always had to be at the top, and that situation was no different. I was the lone survivor, and Father Thomas trained me in almost every weapon imaginable, outfitting me as an angel of death. I don't blame him for what he did. Where would I be without his help? As I grew older, the old man kicked the bucket from age. I continued my life as a mercenary, funneling some money to keep the church up and running. I got a job there, and the sisters and orphans are completely oblivious to the effort I put in to keep it running. I made myself a little base in the church's basement under lock and key, and I even made a mailing address beside the church's for contracts. More than Father Thomas ever did. I know that anywhere else in this world, I wouldn't belong. This city is our home. Where would this place be without people like me? Without monsters to combat the other monsters? Every second, money is being exchanged for a dreaded act. Every second, people here die to another's hands, whether they've been a friend, family member, or long-term enemy. Without any of that, this city wouldn't thrive. The thrill would become like Father Thomas, old and rotting. I proudly say that I'm doing my part.[/div][/div][/div] [div class="tabContents tabContents04" style="display: none;"][div class=heading]The Rest[/div] [div class=textbox][div class=scroll][div class=title]Skills[/div]- Agatha is combat-oriented in melee and ranged, able to put up a fight with fists or a blade. She keeps throwing knives on her sleeve. - She's an excellent shot with any gun, swift to the draw and wasting little to no time reloading. - She has a web of supporting tools to help her with any job, such as small-time crooks to place weapons in target locations for later pick-up. - It takes one to know one, as they say. Agatha can see the signs and tell who and where people have weapons hidden. [div class=title]Weaknesses[/div]- She is very conspicuous in her work, resulting in a few innocent casualties. - If the target manages to defend or avoid her for three months, she'll cancel the contract. - Seeing a good bottle of wine be wasted throws off her concentration. - Recent contracts have bored her, so now she's experimenting with toying with her targets before actually killing them, meaning they have a chance to live. [div class=title]Other[/div]Agatha's price is $500,000 per target.[/div][/div][/div]
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You could say he is a very sociable guy but all that is a masquerade for the true monster inside. Vengeful, vicious, vendetta-driven murderer that seeks unrestrained vigilante justice against the mobsters and gangsters of the city. So cruel is he, that when he eliminates the guilty, their bloodied corpses frighten their dirty, little cop-piggies that come to clean up the crimson artistry. With every slashed, bashed, mangled or shot up corpses of the vile, Martin's attitude improves and a slight grin forms on the edges of his mouth. He isn't an idiot however he knows exactly how to get away with his sanguine escapades. The earlier mentioned mask which he hides under is also carefully propped up, you would never believe him of all people to be the Culler. [div class=title]Virtues[/div]- Truth-seeking - Brave - Uncompromising [div class=title]Vices[/div]- Stubborn - Cruel - Murderous tendencies [div class=title]Likes[/div]- Coffee - Novels - Theater [div class=title]Dislikes[/div]- Laziness - Degeneracy - Crime[/div][/div][/div] [div class="tabContents tabContents03" style="display: none;"][div class=heading]History[/div] [div class=textbox][div class=scroll] Martin grew up in a crowded neighborhood, with conjoined buildings that overlooked the streets like grey, concrete giants. Kids dressed in overalls, dresses or whatever rags their parents could put together; Martin was no different, his one father struggled to support himself and his son. The old, tired man wanted nothing but the brightest future for his son, constantly slaving away. But... small jobs couldn't support two people, let alone fund the kid's future so the beaten goat had to turn to the gangs of the city, doing "favors" for them and in turn, they repaid his efforts with cash. Everything was going well for the Klint family of two, Martin and his father moved to a nicer, less-crowded neighborhood, there was a steady flow of cash and Martin had good to great grades in school. Of course, it wasn't long before his father crossed the wrong gang -- the very wrong gang. One night, he rushed, practically barreling through the door and waking up poor Martin who had fallen asleep on the couch. "What's going on, dad?" Martin asked in a timid manner. "N-no time, s-sport." His father replied, shaken and distressed. Before they could even start packing the footsteps of several man were heard, walking in a rushed manner along the pavement. "Oh.. noo" He mumbled after which he hid Martin underneath the floor boards of their house. Hidden like a rat in a damp corner, Martin could faintly make out the words of the men as they rushed in the house before they started to beat the ever-living hell out of his pop. He tried to push out the noises but they just kept seeping into his ears, he wanted to cry but he couldn't, the feeling of dread consumed the little boy that curled up into a ball. Finally, he pushed up the board to see the bloodied, mangled mess of flesh his father became; beaten within an inch of his life. His father survived but both him and his son will be forever changed. Since that day, a festering hate grew in Martin who, in his naivete, decided to become a police officer to stop these organized atrocities. Soon, that young police officer learned that not even the police are clean or safe from corruption. While his peers rose up the ranks, Martin due to his uncompromising nature remained a police officer but that suited him just fine, for if the police will not stop these malignant elements of society then he will. His lifestyle has earned him loneliness but with every gang member murdered it feels as if his soul is cleansed. [/div][/div][/div] [div class="tabContents tabContents04" style="display: none;"][div class=heading]The Rest[/div] [div class=textbox][div class=scroll][div class=title]Skills[/div] - Martin is good with all weapons but he is exceptionally good in bladed and impact weapons. - He graduated the police academy with impressive results and is thus well-versed in police bureaucracy and has intricate knowledge of how police perform their duties. - He's been noted to have great stamina and can run long distances. [div class=title]Weaknesses[/div] - While he is good at covering up crimes, he has an obsessive need to draw an upside down skull at the scenes of his crime. - His stubbornness often comes into clash with his duties as a police officer and as a serial killer. - His murderous nature causes him discomfort when he cannot kill a criminal. [div class=title]Other[/div] He has a puppy named Fluff, the only companion in his adult life.
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    [div class="tab tab3"]Bio[/div] [div class="tab tab4"]Extra[/div][/div][/div] [div class=rightborder][div class="tabContents tabContents01"][div class=heading]Basic Info[/div] [div class=textbox][div class=scroll][div class=title]Name[/div]ΠœΠ°Ρ€ΠΈΡ Π‘Π½Π΅Π³Π°/Maria Snyega - Name given to here [div class=title]Nickname(s)[/div]MaΕ‘a [div class=title]Role/title[/div]Secetary of Iron Tundra [div class=title]Alias(es)[/div] Tundra Rose [div class=title]Age[/div]19 [div class=title]Gender[/div]Female [div class=title]Orientation[/div]Heterosexual ********************************** [div class=title]Hair color[/div]Brown [div class=title]Hair style[/div]Long and straight and always down if possible [div class=title]Eye color[/div]Hazel [div class=title]Height[/div]5'6 [div class=title]Weight[/div]146 [div class=title]Body type[/div]Prego (actually she is lean) [div class=title]Clothing style[/div]Dresses and skirts [div class=title]Piercings, tattoos, etc.[/div]Bright flowers on the arms and shoulders and one vibrant red on the nape of her neck.[/div][/div][/div] [div class="tabContents tabContents02" style="display: none;"][div class=heading]Personality[/div] [div class=textbox][div class=scroll][div class=title]Personality[/div] There ain't much to say about a person who has endured such horrors at the age she is. Broken by mind and body with added touch of coldness. She is a person who loves things with passion but there ain't many things that remain untainted. Once she has taken you into her heart you are going to always stay there even if there are moments when she acts void of any logic. There are times when her mind trembles down into nothing and she feels like she is back at the place where devil of her dreams walks. [div class=title]Virtues[/div]- Humble - Kind -Smart-ish [div class=title]Vices[/div]- Closed - Not trusting - Cold [div class=title]Likes[/div]- Long baths - Mint-chocolate ice cream - just staring out of window [div class=title]Dislikes[/div]- Chinese people (don't judge; there is a reason) - Coffee - Running[/div][/div][/div] [div class="tabContents tabContents03" style="display: none;"][div class=heading]History[/div] [div class=textbox][div class=scroll] She didn't always start out as Maria. Once she had a different name, a lost one never to mentioned, never to be heard. Times were different then. She lived far away from the City and far away from drugs, abuse and rapers. It's was peaceful and nearly perfect but there are some things you can't fight. Both of her parents were taken by illness. She was now alone in the crule world. Only place where girl like her could find some work was the City. Rotten to the core and thriving through sin of the world - that is the place she now calls home. There were many years filled with sadness and weakness mind but something that happened to her at one night something that gave her the strength to run. She paid her price for it. Beaten up and just hanging on to the last shred of light she was found by the members Iron Tundra. They gave her a new life and a new name. From that day on she was Maria but the child in her was the connection to her past and mistakes[/div][/div][/div] [div class="tabContents tabContents04" style="display: none;"][div class=heading]The Rest[/div] [div class=textbox][div class=scroll][div class=title]Skills[/div]MaΕ‘a was pretty agile and could fit through almost any crack big enough for her bones. Now she is kinda round so not happening. Because she spent her summers as a toddler in the lake she is really good at swimming long distances. She learned to draw during the dark period to cope with the horror of her daily reality. She has a good head for the math but the lack of proper education is showing. [div class=title]Weaknesses[/div] She is physically weak and can't really fight. She has never been a good runner. Well she is pregnant so overall her biggest weakness at the moment. [div class=title]Other[/div]Welcome to the rabbit hole that is her life![/div][/div][/div]
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    [div class="tab tab3"]Bio[/div] [div class="tab tab4"]Extra[/div][/div][/div] [div class=rightborder][div class="tabContents tabContents01"][div class=heading]Basic Info[/div] [div class=textbox][div class=scroll][div class=title]Name[/div]Bonfilio Caruso [div class=title]Nickname(s)[/div]Bon, Fily (Philly) [div class=title]Role/title[/div]Lorenzo's Body Double [div class=title]Alias(es)[/div]None at the moment [div class=title]Age[/div]30 [div class=title]Gender[/div]Male [div class=title]Orientation[/div]Heterosexual ********************************** [div class=title]Hair color[/div]Black [div class=title]Hair style[/div]Slicked to the side [div class=title]Eye color[/div]Green [div class=title]Height[/div]5'11 [div class=title]Weight[/div]170 lbs [div class=title]Body type[/div]Athletic [div class=title]Clothing style[/div]Business formal [div class=title]Piercings, tattoos, etc.[/div]None but glasses (that he doesn't need)[/div][/div][/div] [div class="tabContents tabContents02" style="display: none;"][div class=heading]Personality[/div] [div class=textbox][div class=scroll][div class=title]Personality[/div]Bonfilio is a generally kind man stuck in the mafia. Out of work, he'll help others when he can and waste away at the bar. Every day of work pressures and adds tension to the man, and so his way of releasing it is after work with some cigars and wine. During work, he's like a near perfect replica of Lorenzo. He can act out his calculated behavior, his professionalism, and even his slight paranoia. But behind the mask is a scared, stressed out office worker who just so happened to stumble across the Antonellis. [div class=title]Virtues[/div]- Patient - Charismatic - Convincing [div class=title]Vices[/div]- Pacifist - Intimidated - Stressed [div class=title]Likes[/div]- Acting - Smoking - Talking [div class=title]Dislikes[/div]- Killing - Gunshots - Blood[/div][/div][/div] [div class="tabContents tabContents03" style="display: none;"][div class=heading]History[/div] [div class=textbox][div class=scroll]"Salvador Antonelli was an asshole. That would be the word I'd refer to hiβ€”Oh, we're talking about me? The real me? Okay..." When Bonfilio sat, the cool, calculating countenance fell off like a mask. He took off the glasses and set them aside. "I grew up in a loving family as the only child. I became a businessman, and I thought my life would be your simple, average office worker. Then I had to take a work trip to this blasted city, where I just so happen to meet the Antonellis. At the time, I only knew of them, but I never thought I'd be someone they would acknowledge. But they did, and the first thing they did was take me to their boss. Under any other circumstance, it would be funny how we looked so similar to each other... If you went back to my hometown, you can find my very own gravestone, and possibly my grieving mother. To the world, I'm dead. Apparently that helps with my current job. It's not all bad, though. get food, some recreation, drugs, all you'd expect from being hired by a mafia family. Aside from the constant fear of assassination attempts, you might think I find this job enjoyable!" Bonfilio let out a chuckle, staring at the floor. Soon, a frown settled in, and he mumbled, "It isn't. Not in the slightest."[/div][/div][/div] [div class="tabContents tabContents04" style="display: none;"][div class=heading]The Rest[/div] [div class=textbox][div class=scroll][div class=title]Skills[/div]- Bonfilio is an excellent actor. Combined with the right clothes and appearance, it's pretty much impossible to tell him apart from the real person. - He has no trouble at all fitting into another person's personality, as if he as a person can change identities in the blink of an eye. - He's able to keep a straight face no matter what situation he's in... for the day. [div class=title]Weaknesses[/div]- The only difference between his appearance and Lorenzo's is that he does not need glasses. But just because he loses them doesn't mean he won't act blind. - He can endure only a day's worth of work for one day before releasing all tension in his room. If he doesn't get the chance to, he may slip up on the personality tomorrow. - Bonfilio is frightened just by standing next to Lorenzo. It's not common for them to meet, and when they do he masks it well, but there are a few details that could reveal one or the other. - His humanity is keeping him from directly taking a person's life, and as such he relies on the other mafia members to do the dirty work. [div class=title]Other[/div]With the right assets, he could replace Lorenzo, but he's too scared to do it. He still has humanity inside of him, but he doesn't show it during work.[/div][/div][/div]
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    [div class="tab tab3"]Bio[/div] [div class="tab tab4"]Extra[/div][/div][/div] [div class=rightborder][div class="tabContents tabContents01"][div class=heading]Basic Info[/div] [div class=textbox][div class=scroll][div class=title]Name[/div]Higashi Akari [div class=title]Nickname(s)[/div]'Treasure', 'Ri-Ri' [div class=title]Role/title[/div]Leader of the Higashi-Gumi [div class=title]Alias(es)[/div]The Lilac Doll [div class=title]Age[/div]Sixteen [div class=title]Gender[/div]Female [div class=title]Orientation[/div]Straight ********************************** [div class=title]Hair color[/div]Purple [div class=title]Hair style[/div]Long and straight [div class=title]Eye color[/div]Purple [div class=title]Height[/div]5'5 [div class=title]Weight[/div]120lbs [div class=title]Body type[/div]Hourglass [div class=title]Clothing style[/div]Elegant, formal [div class=title]Piercings, tattoos, etc.[/div]None[/div][/div][/div] [div class="tabContents tabContents02" style="display: none;"][div class=heading]Personality[/div] [div class=textbox][div class=scroll][div class=title]Personality[/div]Akari is a refined, proper young lady. She doesn't yell, swear, or throw fits. She is perfectly presentable at all times, never raising her voice or losing her temper- always in control. She is still a young girl and can get emotional at times, when she worries about her father, or the future of the group and all her responsabilities. [div class=title]Virtues[/div]- Composed - Dedicated - Elegant [div class=title]Vices[/div]- Fragile - Inexperienced - Sheltered [div class=title]Likes[/div]- Tea - Flowers - Fluffy things [div class=title]Dislikes[/div]- Coffee - Failing - Centipedes[/div][/div][/div] [div class="tabContents tabContents03" style="display: none;"][div class=heading]History[/div] [div class=textbox][div class=scroll]My life? Well, I'll admit it's not exactly typical. I grew up on a traditional Japanese-style estate, complete with courtyard, zen garden, tea pavilion and koi pond. My family was the kind that believed in upholding our culture and traditions as much as possible, even in a different country. When I tell people that I grew up in house not only with all of my immediate family but also a large, em, extended family, they look at me funny. Some of them are even scared. But to me, that was normal. The lieutenants and bodyguards, the guns and the swords, the endless shatei... My family was all about devotion, and that trickled down from my father, the oyabun, to us, to the employees- to everyone. My father was an intimidating man, strict, and fierce in his convictions. But he was also loving and devoted and could be very warm, tender, and kind. We all loved him dearly. ... 'Loved'- listen to me; I'm talking about him as if he's already dead (he's not). This life hardens you, you know? It's inevitable. You toughen up, or you break. I'm getting off track though- let's resume. So my life, though not typical, was normal for me. Loving parents, an adorable little brother, and a wonderful extended family who doted on me like a hundred older brothers (nevermind that most of them did things that were violent and/or illegal for a living- to me, they were family). As the eldest child, a lot was expected of me. I needed to learn how to be the head of the family, and the head of the group someday- I started learning how when I turned ten. But I also needed to be an accomplished and well-rounded lady, and that meant lessons- endless lessons. Piano, flower arranging, the tea ceremony- even swordfighting and martial arts. I tried my hardest at every turn, both in school and out- I wanted my family to be proud of me, and I didn't want to let anybody down. It was hard, sure, but I didn't resent it. And then it happened- father got sick. At first, we thought he'd get better within a few weeks, but after two solid months with no visible improvement, we had to face facts- he might not get better at all. Mother was the one who made the decision- she needed to stay by his side, and someone needed to take over leadership of the group. That someone was me.[/div][/div][/div] [div class="tabContents tabContents04" style="display: none;"][div class=heading]The Rest[/div] [div class=textbox][div class=scroll][div class=title]Skills[/div]-Akari is a skilled swordfighter and martial artist, trained in kendo and aikido, among others. -She is an accomplished musician and overall well-rounded young lady. -She is knowledgeable about business, crime, and the business of crime. [div class=title]Weaknesses[/div]-She's lead a sheltered life and is young and inexperienced. -She's emotionally fragile, due to her age, her father's health, and all her responsabilities. -She's not overly fond of heights. [div class=title]Other[/div]She absolutely adores her little brother, whom she spoils and is fiercely protective of.[/div][/div][/div]
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When in her personal time she wears dress shirts with a corset and jeans/leggings. The type of shoes she wears depends on her mood and the situation. [div class=title]Piercings, tattoos, etc.[/div]"I am become death, the destroyer of worlds" tattoo'd along her spine. With a dragon made of bones (divided by the quote) on her back.[/div][/div][/div] [div class="tabContents tabContents02" style="display: none;"][div class=heading]Personality[/div] [div class=textbox][div class=scroll][div class=title]Personality[/div]When you see Kimiko you would never know what was wrong with her. She seemed like a decent human being. No signs of murderous intent or a malicious presence. Kimiko has emotions written on her face, you can always tell how's she is feeling, she can never hide it. She is a bit selfish with certain things that are hers or things she believes she is hers. She is not possessive of people, because she doesn't consider a person hers in the scense that a object is such as a toothbrush for example. She's a warm-hearted person, which makes this next bit of personality a polar opposite. Aisha, Kimiko's other personality, is a very meticulous person. She likes to keep things organized and neat. You could say she has a heart as cold as ice or stone. Nothing shakes her, be it blood, gore, needles, heights, etc. It's like she's seen it all before and it does not faze her. She is tolerant to an extent. She allows the existence of opinions or behaviors that doesn't agree with. She's pretty insensitive, not caring how a person may feel or what her actions do that person via consequences. [div class=title]Virtues[/div] - Meticulous \ Loyalty - Unshakeable \ Patient - Tolerant \ Mellow [div class=title]Vices[/div] - Callousness \ Transparent - Ruthless \ Selfish - Voracious about death \ Moody [div class=title]Likes[/div] - Sweets - Blood \ Sunrises - Hospitals \ Poetry [div class=title]Dislikes[/div] - Cigarettes - Liars - Dogs \ Cold weather[/div][/div][/div] [div class="tabContents tabContents03" style="display: none;"][div class=heading]History[/div] [div class=textbox][div class=scroll]Kimiko's parents were killed in their home. Reasons being unknown. Her Father held off the attackers long enough for her Mother to hide her in a hidden room. Police eventually found her and put her inside of a orphanage because she had no relatives nearby, none that would take her anyway. The Orphanage had long lost it's name sign, so she never knew what to call it. The building was barely up to code. They needed money to keep the place running but they no longer received donations. One day the Orphanage was bought out and renovated by some kind stranger. This stranger made it his mission to see that the children were well taken care of and were adopted out to the right families. She later learned the strange man had other ideas in mind for the children as well. Children that he saw potential in. This man trained girls from ages 4-7 to be trained killers. He had many associated who did the same in different orphanges around the world. Some sort of Assassin network. To cope and endure with the training, she developed a second personality inside of her. Whom claimed to have been there to help her due with the emotional turmoil of losing her parents. Aisha, the second personality, shielded her from despair. But when she was no longer needed, it was like Kimiko buried her inside a vault in her mind and forgotten about her. Aisha was here to stay this time and there was no locking her away. Kimiko never found out who this man was, and she could never remember his face as his face seemed to change every day. His voice was never descriptive enough for her to remember. But his mannerisms she would forever remember. Kimiko was trained alongside her chosen sisters and brothers (not blood related). They endured trials and tribulations and not all survived. When Kimiko completed her training, at the top of her class, she was sent to Higashi-Gumi to be of service at the age of 16. While Kimiko is indeed a trained assassin, it is Aisha who puts the skills to use. In time, Aisha became known as "The Butcheress," a silent killer who leaves a artful mess. Despite being messy (she enjoys the chaos of it, though she's learned to contain the chaos unwillingly if it is demanded of her) she leaves no trace save a calling card. A bloody origami swan in a pool of blood. She leaves no fingerprints not because she wears gloves, though she does sometimes, but because her fingerprints have been burnt off.[/div][/div][/div] [div class="tabContents tabContents04" style="display: none;"][div class=heading]The Rest[/div] [div class=textbox][div class=scroll][div class=title]Skills[/div]- Agile - Flexible - Skilled in hand-to-hand combat - The perfect killer, Death is her main skill (killing by many perfected means) [div class=title]Weaknesses[/div]- Aisha's: Kimiko is Aisha's one and only weakness. - Kimiko's Weaknesses: Seasick, Allows her emotions to show, Spiders [div class=title]Other[/div]Keeps a wide variety of poisions and venoms from snakes, scorpions, plants, fish. Also works with acids. Own's a Serval cat named Nyx.[/div][/div][/div]
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She's always keeping track of her work, usually coming up with a plan that deals with them or completing the jobs fairly quickly. Due to the way she handles business, she was chosen to be the Higashi-Gumi's lawyer and accountant. However, she doesn't want to be part of a criminal family. She doesn't want to deal with the ever-looming threat of an attack, nor does she want to defend guilty clients. She doesn't dare ask if she can leave, because she knows exactly what the answer will be. Kura is generally kind to everyone, ignoring those that peeve her. She's since accepted her place in the Higashi-Gumi and pledged loyalty to Higashi Akari. [div class=title]Virtues[/div]- Organized - Long-term planner - Resourceful [div class=title]Vices[/div]- Pessimistic - Overconfident - OCD [div class=title]Likes[/div]- Any music - Organization - Information (blackmail) [div class=title]Dislikes[/div]- "Idiots" - Cigar smoke - Dirtiness[/div][/div][/div] [div class="tabContents tabContents03" style="display: none;"][div class=heading]History[/div] [div class=textbox][div class=scroll]Kurata entered her room, scanning for signs of intrusion. Nobody was hiding. It was empty save for herself. With a relieved sigh, she said, "You can't go a damn mile in this city without something bad happening... "I've always felt different from the rest of my family. Maybe my father is responsible for how I feel, or maybe I've grown to see past the curtain that hid our family's doings. It's funny; the amount of guards with automatic weaponry, the men who tried to bring my uncle their severed fingers, all of it was once normal to me. We lived in a single household as an extended family. I exceeded in mathematics and was considered one of the smartest. My cousin, who's eight years younger than I am, was chosen to take my uncle's mantle of the oyabun. In another world, I'd be jealous of her position. But here... I want nothing but out. "Don't get me wrong, I love my uncle as much as my own father, but I soon learned just how awful this line of work is. My dad kept quietly ushering me to live a different life than everyone else's, but I never understood at the time. After my cousin took control for the time being, I was 'pressured' into becoming the Higashi-Gumi's lawyer and accountant. I didn't know if this made me a criminal or not, but I continued with my job. At the time, I would do anything for my family. It was when I became responsible for defending five of our men from the sentencing of the murder of a family did I realize what that throat-drying, heart-clenching feeling was: guilt. "I may not know the truth behind their killing, nor am I an angel by any means, but I know for sure this one thing: I wasn't meant for this; I could've been part of a nobler cause, be part of a family that didn't rely on killings or blackmail to get what they want... Hah, I'm speaking as if I don't use blackmail, either... I suppose this business is getting to me." With a slight grimace and shake of her head, Kurata stood to leave her room. The door shut behind her, the lights went off, and all was quiet again.[/div][/div][/div] [div class="tabContents tabContents04" style="display: none;"][div class=heading]The Rest[/div] [div class=textbox][div class=scroll][div class=title]Skills[/div]- Paranoid of assassination, Kurata took it upon herself to memorize the guards' patrol routes and their schedules so she can recognize anything out of the ordinary. - She's able to procure strategies and answers to problems in mere seconds and is known to be one of the smartest in the family. - She's an excellent haggler and liar, resulting in favorable court trials and luxuries that came at a cheap price. 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[div class=title]Piercings, tattoos, etc.[/div]just ear piercings[/div][/div][/div] [div class="tabContents tabContents02" style="display: none;"][div class=heading]Personality[/div] [div class=textbox][div class=scroll][div class=title]Personality[/div]Mei had always been quite the devil's advocate, thriving on the process of shredding arguments and beliefs, shutting people down. She doesn’t do this for any reason besides the fact that it’s fun. If she doesn’t like them and it hurts their feelings then all the better. Her words aren’t chosen carefully as she cares little about being seen as sensitive or compassionate. She prefers hard truth and reality having a ruthless level of rationality. Despite her somewhat blunt nature, due to her work, she has performance personalities that change with who she's talking to. She can go from the sweet, innocent girl who couldn't do any wrong to a badass and capable woman who still has a big heart. It is all about manipulation and getting what you want from someone and she's an expert. [div class=title]Virtues[/div] Suave, Ambitious, Fearless, Polished, Creative. [div class=title]Vices[/div] Stubborn, Flirty, Petty, Cunning, Fussy. [div class=title]Likes[/div] Cherry scented body products, Tight dresses, Lace, Iced tea, Bird song [div class=title]Dislikes[/div] Milk, Bugs, Romance novels, Clowns, Needles[/div][/div][/div] [div class="tabContents tabContents03" style="display: none;"][div class=heading]History[/div] [div class=textbox][div class=scroll]Mei was never going to have an easy life, that much was known from the moment she was born. Her mother, Anastasia Lust was an infamous β€œlady of the evening.” The act of having a child while employed in the trade wasn’t good for business. Customers wouldn’t want anything to do with a sex worker who had another mans child. Therefore little Mei had to be hidden from the world. Whenever men came over Mei would be sent to her β€˜playroom.’ It was a small soundproof room she had to crawl into through the closet. It also locked from the outside which prevented any unwanted interruptions. Growing up without a father or a responsible mother needlessly gave her both daddy and mommy issues. A fear of commitment and a bitchy attitude was all apart of her package. Mei learned quickly that when you didn’t have a mother around she could do whatever she wanted, even experimenting a little in the camgirl career. Sure, she started out charging large amounts of cash to be watched but as she gained popularity she traded in something else. Secrets. It could be about you or someone else but she used her body to pull every bit of useful information from a person. At the start, she mostly used it to drain credit cards but then there were other uses. When she first started out on her new career path she was naive and didn't understand the power she had. All the information she had gathered were stored in little notebooks hidden under her floorboards. While she wasn't very smart about it she had managed to keep herself out of trouble for the most part. Until she pushed the wrong buttons. One of her clients had realised what she was doing and reached out to her, offering a more interesting job. So she took it. The job was simple. Flirt with the target and lure him back to a hotel room where she would extract all the information required. Doing her work through a screen was fun but in the real world, there was much more of an adrenaline rush. Mei was so drunk on the feeling that after her first job she kept working with these people. Then everything went wrong. The target wasn't just any old fool it was a member of the mafia. It started out smoothly. Mei seduced him before taking him back to the hotel they always used. At first, he didn't suspect anything as she got him talking. Then a bang from the closet drew his attention. She tried to pull his attention back onto her but it was too late. The man pulled a gun from his pants and shot at the closet. She was frozen in her spot on the bed as he went around and took out the men she had worked with. As the man turned to her she could have sworn she was a goner but instead, he offered her an invitation. To use her talents for the benefits of The Crimson Blossoms. How could she refuse an offer like that? [/div][/div][/div] [div class="tabContents tabContents04" style="display: none;"][div class=heading]The Rest[/div] [div class=textbox][div class=scroll][div class=title]Skills[/div] -Sweet Talker/Charismatic: Mei can talk her way out of any situation and easily get people to trust her. -Manipulator: Very talented at exploiting others for personal gain. She can walk away from someone leaving them to believe they gave her nothing when really they gave her everything she needed. -Cut-throat: While she isn't the biggest fan of blood getting on her clothes if the situation requires it she has no problem putting people down. As long as they deserve it and knowing their secrets, they almost always do. [div class=title]Weaknesses[/div] - Clowns: Anything clown-related and she is out of there. If there comes a day she has to seduce a clown she will shoot herself in the head to avoid it. - Claustrophobia: It's almost as if she was repeatedly shut in a small soundproof room for hours on end with nothing to do but scream and cry. - Hopeless Romantic: Always crushing on every cute person around and gets very pouty when the family kills one of her crushes. [div class=title]Cover Occupation[/div] Bar singer [div class=title]Weapon of choice[/div] Poison daggers[/div][/div][/div]
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    [div class="tab tab3"]Bio[/div] [div class="tab tab4"]Extra[/div][/div][/div] [div class=rightborder][div class="tabContents tabContents01"][div class=heading]Basic Info[/div] [div class=textbox][div class=scroll][div class=title]Name[/div]Aoife O'Halloran [div class=title]Nickname(s)[/div]'E-Fee' [div class=title]Role/title[/div]Wetwork asset for the Antonellis [div class=title]Alias(es)[/div]The Cyan Bullet [div class=title]Age[/div]Eighteen [div class=title]Gender[/div]Female [div class=title]Orientation[/div]Gay ********************************** [div class=title]Hair color[/div]Blond [div class=title]Hair style[/div]Usually worn up and back [div class=title]Eye color[/div]Green [div class=title]Height[/div]5'4 [div class=title]Weight[/div]118lbs [div class=title]Body type[/div]Petite [div class=title]Clothing style[/div]Business casual [div class=title]Piercings, tattoos, etc.[/div]Left ear helix piercing[/div][/div][/div] [div class="tabContents tabContents02" style="display: none;"][div class=heading]Personality[/div] [div class=textbox][div class=scroll][div class=title]Personality[/div]Aoife is headstrong and carefree. In typical younger sibling fashion, she's always done as she pleased with very little consequence or repercussion. She follows her heart and basically always does what she wants. She's very cheerful and upbeat, both protective of her family and loyal to her group. [div class=title]Virtues[/div]- Sunny - Reliable - Kind [div class=title]Vices[/div]- Wilful - Stubborn - Brazen [div class=title]Likes[/div]- Sweets - Loud music - Adrenaline [div class=title]Dislikes[/div]- Boring music - Quiet events - Sprouts[/div][/div][/div] [div class="tabContents tabContents03" style="display: none;"][div class=heading]History[/div] [div class=textbox][div class=scroll]It's often said that younger siblings have it easier than their older siblings. Not wanting to stereotype but, in Aoife O'Halloran's case, that's absolutely right. The O'Hallorans are a large and tightly-knit family unit, very loving and supportive of each other. As the youngest, Aoife was doted on and spoiled by her father and older siblings. Each one of them tried to gain her favor by giving or teaching her things, and she adores all of them. It was, of course, expected that, like her siblings, she would also be working for the O'Halloran group- probably as a bodyguard or an enforcer, given her skills. But Aoife made a surprising choice when she elected, instead, to go work for the Antonellis. She just loved the group's oldschool, slick mafia charm, and wanted to be a wiseguy just like in the movies. Though her family was surprised at first- her father in particular had some trouble with it- they eventually came to accept her choice, and so far it's never caused any problems (mostly 'cause the O'Hallorans are pretty low-profile and tend not to get into it with the other groups). She's been a valued member of the Italian group since.[/div][/div][/div] [div class="tabContents tabContents04" style="display: none;"][div class=heading]The Rest[/div] [div class=textbox][div class=scroll][div class=title]Skills[/div]-Marksmanship: Aoife is an excellent shooter. Though she does all right as a sniper, what she enjoys most is closer- to medium- range combat. -Fighting skills: Her father and brothers taught her to box, and she's also learned various martial arts techniques such as Krav Maga and Bacom. -Escape: Not only is she good at killing people- she's equally good at not getting caught or arrested afterwards. [div class=title]Weaknesses[/div]-Adrenaline junkie: She can't resist a dare, challenge, or thrill. -Recklessness: She's not always the most cautious or careful. -Family/friends: She's a bit too attached to people for someone in her line of work. [div class=title]Other[/div]She has a pet vole.[/div][/div][/div]
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    [div class="tab tab3"]Bio[/div] [div class="tab tab4"]Extra[/div][/div][/div] [div class=rightborder][div class="tabContents tabContents01"][div class=heading]Basic Info[/div] [div class=textbox][div class=scroll][div class=title]Name[/div] Declan O'Halloran [div class=title]Nickname(s)[/div]Sledgehammer, Prince, Dec [div class=title]Role/title[/div]Lieutenant [div class=title]Alias(es)[/div] [div class=title]Age[/div]27 [div class=title]Gender[/div]Male; he/him/sir [div class=title]Orientation[/div]Heterosexual ********************************** [div class=title]Hair color[/div]Red [div class=title]Hair style[/div]Undercut [div class=title]Eye color[/div]Green [div class=title]Height[/div]6'6" [div class=title]Weight[/div]215 lbs [div class=title]Body type[/div]Muscular; boxer [div class=title]Clothing style[/div]Three-piece suits of the latest fashion; typically pinstripe. [div class=title]Piercings, tattoos, etc.[/div]Strip him and find out[/div][/div][/div] [div class="tabContents tabContents02" style="display: none;"][div class=heading]Personality[/div] [div class=textbox][div class=scroll][div class=title]Personality[/div] Declan is often dismissed as a simpleton at a first glance. A big lad like him nearly bursting from his tailored suit and speaks very little, it paints a picture of a muscle-headed invalid. This was something he'd always endured, and turned to his advantage. The greatest gift someone can give is to underestimate you. People let their guard down in the presence of a perceived idiot, they get complacent in their self-delusion of superiority, and when Declan has them where he wants them, he applies pressure where it's needed. He is devilishly intelligent, and while he isn't as profound at numbers as his sister Ada, he's got a brain for tactics both on the battlefield of a gang war and in the complex minefield of gang politics. Declan is a proud young man, though like any scion of an empire, he wants to make his mother and father proud, and will go to any and all lengths to do so. Though he towers over both his parents, he's been known to lower himself to their height when he's earned some discipline. To him, family is sacrosanct; The holiest of holy, second only to God Almighty, and he has no qualms about going on a crusade for the sake of blood. [div class=title]Virtues[/div]- Loyal - Protective - Patient [div class=title]Vices[/div]- Wrathful - Covetous - Insomniac [div class=title]Likes[/div]- Whiskey - Mom's cooking - Luxury cars [div class=title]Dislikes[/div]- Clutter - Blasphemy - Foreign Music[/div][/div][/div] [div class="tabContents tabContents03" style="display: none;"][div class=heading]History[/div] [div class=textbox][div class=scroll] Connor's firstborn, reared and raised among the Family Business as the Bull was bringing them up to the heights of success they know now, Declan has always known the life. The nannies always had guns, and his father's office always smelled of fresh paint and chemical leaner, more often than not. Declan was always a large boy, much to his mother's chagrin, and took quite easily to the Family Business. Most would expect that being the Boss' Prince, Declan would hold a cozy administrative position in the family estate, much like his mother wanted. If hunting with Connor and scrapping with other boys his age was any indication, Declan had a particular talent for violence, and started at the ground floor. Presently, he's taken to running O'Halloran rackets to prove that he isn't just muscle, but a capable businessman, as well. His main business within the Family is running The Wolfhound Boxing Gym, where he hosts monthly prize fights of questionable legality. A chance to expand the family business and prove that when the time comes, he can take some of the weight from Connor's shoulders [/div][/div][/div] [div class="tabContents tabContents04" style="display: none;"][div class=heading]The Rest[/div] [div class=textbox][div class=scroll][div class=title]Skills[/div]-The Sledgehammer: His nickname in the boxing circuit has been well earned. Declan is a prize-quality boxer and wrestler. With massive fists and powerful limbs, if he doesn't take off his heavy rings, he has a habit of crushing skulls like eggshells. -Hand-Cannon: Precision firearms were never really Declan's fort. He instead employs sawed-off shotguns or other Gangland Meatgrinders to achieve accuracy by volume, having the robust physique to handle such recoil. [div class=title]Weaknesses[/div]Family, Temper, Heavy Drinker, and the gnawing anxiety that he'll never be good enough in they eyes of his parents. [div class=title]Other[/div]He is under increasing pressure to find himself a respectable wife and start providing grandkids, and that is starting to wear on him[/div][/div][/div]
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    [div class="tab tab3"]Bio[/div] [div class="tab tab4"]Extra[/div][/div][/div] [div class=rightborder][div class="tabContents tabContents01"][div class=heading]Basic Info[/div] [div class=textbox][div class=scroll][div class=title]Name[/div]Keiji Musashi [div class=title]Role/title[/div]Higashi-Gumi Lieutenant [div class=title]Alias(es)[/div]The Oni [div class=title]Age[/div]26 [div class=title]Gender[/div]Male [div class=title]Orientation[/div]Straight ********************************** [div class=title]Hair color[/div]Black [div class=title]Hair style[/div]Long, combed [div class=title]Eye color[/div]Dark brown [div class=title]Height[/div]6'0" [div class=title]Weight[/div]180lb [div class=title]Body type[/div]Lean muscular [div class=title]Clothing style[/div]All-black, formal [div class=title]Piercings, tattoos, etc.[/div]Traditional tattoos cover legs, arms, and torso. Concealed by clothing. [/div][/div][/div] [div class="tabContents tabContents02" style="display: none;"][div class=heading]Personality[/div] [div class=textbox][div class=scroll][div class=title]Personality[/div]A ruthless guardian of the oyabun's daughter, Musashi commands respect from his subordinates, and serves as a formidable bodyguard for the family's newfound leader. [div class=title]Virtues[/div]- Loyalty - Respect - Resolve [div class=title]Vices[/div]- Paranoia - Stubborness - Pride [div class=title]Likes[/div]- Traditional weapons - Control over situations - Collabrative allies [div class=title]Dislikes[/div]- Brashness - Weakness - Disloyalty[/div][/div][/div] [div class="tabContents tabContents03" style="display: none;"][div class=heading]History[/div] [div class=textbox][div class=scroll]Like a good number of those that find their way into the ranks of the Yakzua, Musashi was orphaned at a young age. He had no inheritance or relatives to take him in, which naturally landed him in an orphanage. His youth was spent stealing, fighting, and generally in squalor. The turning point of his life occurred in his late teens, when Musashi was approached by a member of the yakuza with a job offer. The job in question was undoubtedly illegal, but an unfazed Musashi delivered nonetheless for the promise of a reward. One job offer became another, and soon became a place in the yakuza. After being given a purpose and a sense of belonging, Musashi's hotheaded attitude changed drastically, and he began working tirelessly with the intent of gaining prestige within the family. His specialty was enforcing, and Musashi eventually became known to his unfortunate subjects as The Oni, a hulking demon who emerges from the underworld to punish those that incur his wrath. After years of unwavering loyalty and a stellar record of service to the Higashi-Gumi family, Musashi was promoted to Lieutennant, where he continues to serve even after his master fell ill. He has no interest in becoming the head of the family himself, and instead pledges to advise the new leader of the Higashi-Gumi, inspired by the wisdom he has learned from the oyabun. [/div][/div][/div] [div class="tabContents tabContents04" style="display: none;"][div class=heading]The Rest[/div] [div class=textbox][div class=scroll][div class=title]Skills[/div]- Skilled swordsman - Effective leader - Devoted bodyguard - Careful planner [div class=title]Weaknesses[/div]- Somewhat overprotective - Reluctant to trust outsiders to the Higashi-Gumi family - A tendency to be overly cautious - Poor neogiator [/div][/div][/div]
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    [div class="tab tab3"]Bio[/div] [div class="tab tab4"]Extra[/div][/div][/div] [div class=rightborder][div class="tabContents tabContents01"][div class=heading]Basic Info[/div] [div class=textbox][div class=scroll][div class=title]Name[/div]Jessica Stieber [div class=title]Nickname(s)[/div]Jess [div class=title]Role/title[/div]Neutral Informant [div class=title]Alias(es)[/div]Abaddon [div class=title]Age[/div]24 [div class=title]Gender[/div]Female [div class=title]Orientation[/div]Bisexual ********************************** [div class=title]Hair color[/div]Brown, bleached white at the bottom [div class=title]Hair style[/div]Shoulder length, usually left down [div class=title]Eye color[/div]Gray [div class=title]Height[/div]5’4 [div class=title]Weight[/div]115 [div class=title]Body type[/div]Thin figure, some upper arm muscles [div class=title]Clothing style[/div]Jean jackets, jeans, and T-shirts. Jess almost always will be wearing fashionably casual clothes. [div class=title]Piercings, tattoos, etc.[/div]Ears are pierced[/div][/div][/div] [div class="tabContents tabContents02" style="display: none;"][div class=heading]Personality[/div] [div class=textbox][div class=scroll][div class=title]Personality[/div]Jess has the fatal flaw of immense curiosity and the skills to satisfy it, she’s good at her job and she knows it, putting up a confident display for the world to see. Jess is relativly young compared to most of her peers and it shows as she has little to no filter, criticizing, joking with, and sometimes flat out insulting those she should probably show the utmost respect towards. Dispite this, one shouldn’t underestimate her as she often uses this exact trait to lower people guards before striking like a snake in the grass. [div class=title]Virtues[/div]- Street smart - Perceptive - Confident [div class=title]Vices[/div]- Overprotective of those she cares for (which there are very few of) - Quick to blame herself - Very little loyalty to those she meets [div class=title]Likes[/div]- Her job - Books - Computers [div class=title]Dislikes[/div]- Boats - Guns - Being underestimated[/div][/div][/div] [div class="tabContents tabContents03" style="display: none;"][div class=heading]History[/div] [div class=textbox][div class=scroll]Jess has always been a curious girl, whether it be about her unknown parentage or what hotdogs are actually made of she has consistantly done everything she could to find the answers. So it seems only natural that she has become the person that knows everyone and everything. To most anyway. This was never the direction that Jess saw her life going, but it’s not like she’s complaining. Jess’s first memories consist of the orphanage she was raised in, and her best friend. As children they were known as the troublemakers, the rabble rousers, and the ring leaders of any illicit activities. It was little things like sneaking into the mistresses bedroom and stealing her obviously fake pearl necklace, weaseling extra rations out of the cooks and even their fellow orphans, or blackmailing the maid so she would keep their secret stash of snacks a secret. But small things tend to escalate, especially when dire circumstance arise. Funding ran out, and the mistress needed a way to get more. So she turned to the only person she was certain could find a way, the young manipulator, Jess. From then on those little acts turned into manipulating millionaires out of copious amounts of money, which turned into blackmailing police chiefs out of house and home, which turned into selling information to whomever would take it for a decent price. As the years flew by, Jess become more and more unhappy with her current circumstance. None of the money she earned went into improving the orphanage, not anymore. At the soonest possible moment, Jess ran away from the orphanage and quickly gained traction in the underbelly of The City and with the police. She never said that it wasn’t dangerous or that she didn’t miss her friends from the orphanage, but she’s cut ties, burned bridges, and has built a new life from the ashes.[/div][/div][/div] [div class="tabContents tabContents04" style="display: none;"][div class=heading]The Rest[/div] [div class=textbox][div class=scroll][div class=title]Skills[/div]Jess is an extremely good manipulator, she seems to always know exactly what to say at exactly the right times to get people to spill all of their secrets. She also is a sprinter, if she wasn’t an informant she could make a living running. Jess also is extremely technologically minded, she can easily figure out coding and fix almost any technological issue that may arise though she doesn’t usually use this skill it does sometimes come in handy! [div class=title]Weaknesses[/div]Jess, like many others is terrified of heights and gets seasick very easily. Not only that but she isn’t the greatest physical fighter, she mostly relies on her reputation and others need of her to keep herself safe. When not manipulating others, Jess often has a problem with her own motor mouth. She has almost no filter and tends to speak her mind so it can be quite entertaining for others to see what she comes up with next, though it does get her in trouble every now and then of course. [div class=title]Other[/div]Jess despises using guns as she feels it’s β€œcheating” and so, despite knowing how to use a gun and owning several, is almost never armed with anything more than a knife.[/div][/div][/div]
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