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  • SABLE SERPENTS
    MASKED FOOL
    Sheridan Vale
    LEGAL NAME
    Sheridan Vale
    AGE & BIRTH
    32, according to me (month ??, ????)
    ALIAS
    Masked Fool
    GENDER
    Male
    HEIGHT | WEIGHT
    5'11" (172 cm) | 163 lb (74 kg)
    GANG & RANK
    Veteran of the Sable Serpents
    ACTIVE SINCE
    2012
    REPUTATION
    Owner and proprietor of Fool’s End Cafe
    Home District
    North District
    GENERAL DESCRIPTION
    What is a fool? A coward pretending otherwise, like I do. I hide my face from the world with a facade of ebony and gold, the very image of calm poise. A sleek three-piece suit and slacks, all black, lined with gold, complement the deceit. My hair, black and slicked back, add to the layers of sophistication. Wouldn’t it be strange, though, to find a gentleman who by all appearances should be a Tiger running a cafe in the middle of arguably the most hostile territory in all of New Oasis?

    I find the whole idea of it fascinating, especially when people come in and see me wearing a brown apron embroidered with bears on top of the suit. Their reactions are nothing short of amusing. Some have suggested I eschew the apron entirely, and I have suggested, in return, that they have carnal relations with themselves. I have standards. I would die before having a drop of coffee stain my suit just because I didn’t wear my apron, and that is not hyperbole.

    I will say this: Nobody, save two, has ever seen what’s beneath the mask. Nowadays, I don’t recognize the face cowering in the mirror. The mask has become my face. My face has become a lie. What, then, is deceit? It is the mask you see.
    PERSONALITY
    What defines a person? A set of traits handpicked from the world around them? Behaviors coalescing into the societal norm? Who am I, then, as a person? A foolish one, at the very least. A coward, as I have said numerous times before.

    But I suppose if pressed to answer, I would say that I am gentlemanly, moving with the grace and etiquette expected of the station. My words are soft, my voice mellow, ready to offer kindness and acid in equal measure. But make no mistake, I am not a vulgar man. Expletives are too crude for my tastes. You can just as easily tear apart a person without them.

    I have no friends, only acquaintances, and I am not that much of a fool to consider having allies. I do take care of my people, those hard-headed enough to work for me, and I expect the same from them. Loyalty and betrayal are rewarded accordingly, but those who would raise a hand against my own will meet with an unsheathed blade.

    Of course, you should take everything I say with a grain of salt. From one fool to another, be cautious of one who has many masks, many faces, many lies. He can be anything, or anyone, the world wishes him to be. He is too afraid to do otherwise.
    HISTORICAL BIOGRAPHY
    The story of my life would bore you. It isn’t anything you haven’t seen before, dear reader. It has all the exciting bits you’ve come to expect: parents dead at a young age; forced to survive using dubious means; had to murder someone for the first time; met a fellow orphan who I grew up together with; discovered strange and fanciful powers that let me kill every single bastard whO DARED TOUCH HER–

    Ah.

    Ahem, my apologies. Where was I? Oh yes, the finale of the story where I carve a place for myself in this group of ruffians, opening the Fool’s End Cafe, the Northern Territory’s best – and possibly only – place for a good cup of coffee and amazing scones. Head on over now and you’ll get a Loyalty Card on your first purchase.

    And who knows? Get all ten stamps on that card, and I might just be inclined to tell you my story in full. For what is a life? A book of stories, tragedies, comedies, written by different people, contradiction and truth all at once. Would you know the difference?
    RELATIONSHIPS
    Morigan Clemens - She is my best -- and only -- employee, loyal to a fault, and incredibly skilled at conflict de-escalation. After all, if you've swallowed them up in darkness, then there's no conflict to speak of! And she's my... well, you don't need to know right now. Suffice to say that she makes a surprisingly good flat white, so visit the Fool's End Cafe to try it out for yourself. Wxnter Wxnter
 
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  • SCARLET PHOENIXES
    PURPLE SHADOW
    ELIOT BEAUFORT
    LEGAL NAME
    Eliot Beaufort
    AGE & BIRTH
    26 (Nov 21, 1995)
    ALIAS
    Purple Shadow
    GENDER
    Male
    HEIGHT | WEIGHT
    5'8 (172 cm) | 110 lb (49 kg)
    GANG & RANK
    Rookie of the Scarlet Phoenixes
    ACTIVE SINCE
    2022
    REPUTATION
    Friendly , oblivious to personal space
    Home District
    South District
    GENERAL DESCRIPTION
    Eliot is 5'8 and weighs 110lbs he has yellow almost cat-like eyes and pale hair with two bangs that reach his shoulders and a curved wisp always standing no matter how much he tries to hold it down, he wears a tight dark purple sleeveless bodysuit over that a jacket of the same color with puffly neck and cuffs
    PERSONALITY
    He usually can be seen with a grin he wears like a mask, only with people he begins to feel closer to does he consciously drop this, he can be very friendly up to the point of invading someone's private space something he really has no clue about and is not above using his good looks to get what he wants. Above all he yearns for a place and people to call his own and wont mind getting his pretty nails and makeup ruined to defend them
    HISTORICAL BIOGRAPHY
    Eliot is a new arrival to this New Oasis even if his family is not, they left New Oasis and the South Disctrict years before the hurracaine to find a life in less turbulent waters but yearning to see the place he came from Eliot decidded to return finding the South Disctric almost in ruins and accoding to what he learned relying on only one unifying force to keep it standing The Scarlet Phoenixes , this pushed him to learn and eventually be interested in joining them
    RELATIONSHIPS
    All the people he knew and grew up with are in another city and he has yet to make connections in New Oasis
 
  • ALBINO TIGERS
    ROCK
    CECILIA ALFIERI
    LEGAL NAME
    Cecilia Alfieri
    AGE & BIRTH
    19 (March 16, 2003)
    ALIAS
    Rock
    GENDER
    Female
    HEIGHT | WEIGHT
    6'6" (199 cm) | 160 lb (73 kg)
    GANG & RANK
    Rookie of the Albino Tigers
    ACTIVE SINCE
    2021
    REPUTATION
    A uniquely talented cook
    Home District
    West District
    GENERAL DESCRIPTION
    Tall, gaunt, and pale, like a withered old tree. Cecilia dresses plainly, always in bland or monochrome colors, with no accessories. She has one good eye, and leaves the other one uncovered. Sometimes, she stands so perfectly still, she could almost be mistaken for a statue.
    PERSONALITY
    Cecilia is as subtle as a sledgehammer administered to one’s face. She’s an honest brute who prefers not to resort to dishonesty or backstabbing, but still omits or understates with astounding frequency. She also values courtesy and good manners. If she intends to mug or kill someone, she will respectfully inform them of her decision to do so and apologize for the inconvenience.

    There is little common sense in what she does, but she’s no simple barbarian. She’s very fond of cooking, to the point she’s made it her life’s goal to succeed as a cook, but her unconventional taste and methods are off-putting to many. It’s fortunate that she’s good at following orders and taking criticism, though she usually swings too far in the other direction.
    HISTORICAL BIOGRAPHY
    Cecilia would describe her life as mundane and without incident. She was raised in a low income housing environment, under the nominal care of an absentee parent. The house she grew up in was an empty one, though the smell of smoke and cigarettes never left it. Trips to and from school were done alone, while meals were eaten in silence. Left to her own devices with little oversight, she learned to become an effective problem solver, because if something broke and she didn’t fix it, it would stay broken.

    In spite of her upbringing, she kept her head down and stayed out of trouble. She strove to be cordial and sincere with others, stayed in school, and studied with diligence, albeit without passion or a plan for the future. Her hard work and good manners wouldn’t go unrewarded, as she would receive many gifts from the kind strangers she met along the streets. The knives at home were quick to dull, and so the new kitchenware was always appreciated.

    Indeed, although she had few hobbies, cooking was one she found genuine comfort in. To make a meal out of scraps, to combine all that was left over in the cupboards, and dig in after a long, hard day. It was a joy she wanted to share with the world, and so, when she had finished school, she went out to found her very own restaurant. However, not everything went as planned, and Cecilia soon found herself in debt after her short-lived attempt at business. With no money to spare, she agreed to work under her creditors to repay her debts.
    RELATIONSHIPS
    TBA
 
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  • AZURE DRAGONS
    SILENT FLAME
    Chiyome
    LEGAL NAME
    Chiyome
    AGE & BIRTH
    25 (Februrary 06, 1997)
    ALIAS
    Silent Flame
    GENDER
    Female
    HEIGHT | WEIGHT
    5'10" (177 cm) | 129 lb (58 kg)
    GANG & RANK
    Rookie of the Azure Dragons
    ACTIVE SINCE
    2022
    REPUTATION
    Sharp, silent, stoic
    Home District
    East District
    GENERAL DESCRIPTION
    ’Lethal grace given form’ was how some people described Chiyome when they fought against her. Those who survived, at least. Her face hasn’t lost all of its youthful softness, but there is a constant edge to her jaw. Her eyes, crimson and piercing, are reminiscent of blood. She is somewhat taller than the rest of the women of her Clan, with a body toned from years of desperate fighting. She wears clothing (preferably suits specifically tailored for her) that is both comfortable to move in, and covers enough of her skin to hide the many scars and burn marks she has borne over the course of her young life. As she has taken a vow of silence, no one currently knows what she sounds like, but if necessary she will use sign language to communicate.
    PERSONALITY
    Sharp, silent, and stoic. These are three words that succinctly describe Chiyome’s personality. She acts decisively in every situation, abhorring those who twiddle their thumbs or beat around the bush. She bears no sympathy for her enemies, but shows surprising compassion for the orphan. Her vow of silence hasn’t robbed her of expression, for she could easily curse your entire bloodline with a raised eyebrow and a smirk.

    The people around her are merely companions and acquaintances, means to an end, nothing more. She has neither time nor emotional capacity to forge lasting relationships, but she acts amiable enough to fellow Dragons, and fully respects the chain of command. Should anyone pierce through the walls of her stoicism (or at least catch her off-guard, which is less likely), they would be surprised to find a young woman who likes flower arrangements and cats, who eats anything and everything she can get her hands on, and who cries at night in silent sobs that reach no one.
    HISTORICAL BIOGRAPHY
    The history of Chiyome is but a chapter in the thousand-year story of the Eastern Gate Clan of the Far East. She is the first daughter of the current head, making her the heiress. This has afforded her the best training from the Clan’s swordmasters, and tutoring from scholars all over the land. Her grooming as the next Clan Head was spent day after day in peace, with established routines that slowly carved her into the woman the Clan wanted her to be, until civil war erupted.

    At the age of eighteen, she was forced to become one of the military commanders as her Clan joined the Liberation and fought against an Empire that they say had lost its divine mandate to rule. For the next seven years she participated in battle after bloody battle, losing comrades, friends, family, and even her betrothed. Each battle left scars both physically and emotionally that covered her in a shell of apathy. She would order entire regiments of conscripts to die in waves against gunfire, just to overrun a fortified position. She had become callous, and cared nothing but the next victory, the next battle, the next step forward. The Liberation was winning, and the Empire was getting desperate.

    On February 6, 2021, an imperial hit squad infiltrated Chiyome’s war camp and kidnapped her youngest sister, Hanako, and her pet dog. The Emperor, in his foolishness, thought he could force a surrender by threatening to kill them both. Chiyome, her heart already stone, cared not and ordered an attack on the Imperial Palace regardless. When the flames died down, she stepped into the throne room to find the Emperor, throat slit, slumped on his throne. Right at the foot of the throne was her sister’s charred corpse, the only other member of her Clan, right next to her pet dog.

    That day she broke. She almost died in the conflagration that engulfed the entire castle from an outburst of her Potential. Only through great loss of life was she dragged into the nearby lake, which boiled for three days and three nights. Once she emerged, she had become a different person. She renounced her titles, took on a vow of silence, and tracked down the head of the hit squad who fled the country. Her trails led her to New Oasis, where the next chapter of her story began.
    RELATIONSHIPS
    None of note
 
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  • SABLE SERPENTS
    ECLIPSE
    Morigan Clemens
    LEGAL NAME
    Morigan Clemens
    AGE & BIRTH
    26 (October 30, 1996)
    ALIAS
    ECLIPSE
    GENDER
    Female
    HEIGHT | WEIGHT
    5'6" (167cm) | 115lbs (52kg)
    GANG & RANK
    Veteran of the Sable Serpents
    ACTIVE SINCE
    2012
    REPUTATION
    Nightmare Weaver
    Home District
    North District
    GENERAL DESCRIPTION
    There's a strange quality to Morigan's presence, an unspoken tension that hangs heavy in the atmosphere whenever she's near, suffusing those around her with an unsettling sense of foreboding. With a perpetually serene smile gracing her lips, she seems to carry an aura of tranquility, yet her eyes betray a profound emptiness that pierces through the facade of her cheer. Those cold, lifeless eyes, one a purplish gray, the other a haunting red, captivate and disturb in equal measure. Despite this, people find themselves drawn inexorably into the depths of her mysterious allure, where the line between fascination and fear becomes tantalizingly thin. Beneath her dispassionate gaze lies a soul forged in the fires of adversity, tempered by the trials of a life lived on the edge of darkness.
    PERSONALITY
    Morigan presents herself with impeccable manners and a courteous demeanor, always unfailingly polite in her dealings with others, yet there's an underlying disquietude that taints even the most cordial of exchanges. There's an unmistakable air of danger that surrounds her, a sense that beneath her pleasant facade lies something darker and more primal. It's as if she exists on the edge of two worlds, neither fully of the light nor wholly of the darkness, but instead occupying a liminal space where the boundaries between reality and illusion blur and distort.

    Morigan's mind is a battleground, where sanity and madness wage an endless war. Subtle cracks in her composure betray the strain of existing in a world where light struggles to penetrate the shadows, hinting at the fragile state of her psyche. There are moments when glimpses of madness flicker behind her eyes, a reminder of the darkness that threatens to engulf her soul—and yet, there is a tragic elegance that draws others into her orbit even as they recoil from the abyss that lies within
    HISTORICAL BIOGRAPHY
    Morigan emerged into the world in one of the North's unforgiving, poverty-stricken alleys, left to navigate the treacherous streets alone from the tender age of seven. Orphaned and abandoned, she sought refuge in the desolation of an abandoned house, where the stale remnants of forgotten meals became her meager sustenance. The fear of the unknown held her captive, trapping her within the confines of her makeshift sanctuary.

    It wasn't until she crossed paths with another lost soul, another orphan seeking solace in the shadows, that Morigan found the strength to defy the odds stacked against her. Together, they braved the dangers of the streets, scavenging for scraps amidst the refuse of society, always wary of the predators lurking in the darkness. Yet, amidst the harsh realities of survival, Morigan found herself haunted by a deeper, more insidious fear - the shadows that seemed to follow her every move, lurking in the periphery of her vision, whispering dark secrets in the recesses of her mind. They were a constant presence, an ever-present reminder of the darkness that lurked within her own soul.

    As she grew older, Morigan came to understand that these shadows were not merely figments of her imagination, but manifestations of a power hidden deep within her being. They responded to her fears and insecurities, growing stronger with each passing day, until she could no longer deny their existence. Faced with the choice of embracing her newfound abilities or succumbing to the darkness that threatened to consume her, Morigan embarked on a journey of self-discovery, learning to wield the shadows as both a shield and a weapon. It was a path fraught with peril and uncertainty, but she knew that it was the only way to survive in a world where the line between light and darkness blurred with each passing day.
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    RELATIONSHIPS
    Sheridan Vale - Morigan's childhood confidante and closest companion. She harbors an unwavering allegiance to him, attributing her survival and relative comfort in life to his protective presence. Wherever Sheridan treads, Morigan faithfully follows, a silent shadow at his side. She works under Sheridan at the Fool's End Cafe, and though her duties may be minimal, Sheridan compensates her generously.

 
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  • ALBINO TIGERS
    Kona
    Ryo Katsura
    LEGAL NAME
    Ryo Katsura
    AGE & BIRTH
    23 (September 13, 1998)
    ALIAS
    Kona
    GENDER
    Female
    HEIGHT | WEIGHT
    5'6" (168 cm) | 135 lb (61 kg))
    GANG & RANK
    Rookie of the Albino Tigers
    ACTIVE SINCE
    2022
    REPUTATION
    East's shining star
    Home District
    East District
    GENERAL DESCRIPTION
    Ryo sports a slim yet athletic build, jet black hair with highlights and blue-grey eyes which sometimes look purple under certain lighting. While her fashion sense is diverse, her typical go-to choices are dark colors, complemented by simple yet effective makeup and jewelry.
    PERSONALITY
    Bold, outgoing and down-right cool are some of the words her fans use to describe Ryo, her demeanor radiating a sense of independence and strength. As an idol, Ryo isn't flashy or over-the-top, and prefers to keep everything down-to-earth, real and raw. Her mastery of hard-hitting rhythms and lyrical expression entices those who listen to sing along.

    A lot of that idealism translates into her life away from the stage. Ryo isn't afraid to speak her mind and go her own direction when she disagrees with others, but is always willing to listen first.

    To Ryo, friends are family. Anyone who finds themselves on Ryo's good side will have a shoulder to lean on, as she'll do whatever she can to help others with their troubles, or just simply offer support.

    However, if you find yourself at odds against Ryo, it’s very obvious, as she tends to hold grudges over serious violations of her trust or general friendship. She doesn’t take kindly to those who betray easily, and will cut people out of her life if they do.
    HISTORICAL BIOGRAPHY
    East District’s very own self-made idol and producer. Ryo's entrance into the world of music started with humble beginnings.

    Ryo was the child that needed to be closely watched for her own safety. With an adventurous and curious nature, she was always bound to find herself in places she shouldn’t be in, or in trouble for her antics. That behavior translated into rocky teenage years, where she constantly found herself at odds with her parents for her lack of care when it came to academics. However, she did care a lot about music. It was one of the few things that truly captured her attention and time. For Ryo, she found it to be therapeutic, allowing her to navigate her own emotions about the world.

    There was one artist she was a big fan of - Passeri Park. In her free time, Ryo wrote and performed covers of some of Passeri's popular songs, uploading them online under the name "GALAXY". However, the most attention they garnered was a couple views here and there. That changed however, when she included her sister and they made duet versions of Passeri's music. Their popularity exploded when they uploaded their first original song.

    The more songs they released, the more they became a common name in the music scene. "Sister Duo Explodes Into Music Scene" was just one of the many headlines coming from news outlets, as well as plenty of live interviews with the twins. Record labels started to reach out them, offering lucrative contracts. Ryo was apprehensive at first, but after some discussion, signed on with a label based in Upper Central.

    For the most part, they was given free reign to do what she wanted with little oversight, which allowed her and her sister to make the music they wanted. With the label's assistance, their music reached international audiences. As a result, the twins spent time learning different languages to make their content more accessible. Their live concerts were always sold out, with millions more watching them streamed online. Every so often, they would also collaborate with other artists and groups.

    Their rise to fame earned them a spot among the one percent of society. Celebrities and other big names in the world were their new friends, only a phone call away. One of those newfound friends happened to be Samira Calrissian, owner of the New Oasis branch of her family's winery business, which had taken over the area since it's arrival. It didn't take long for the two form a bond beyond business, and Samira became Ryo's go-to person for advice in navigating her newfound fame and wealth, second only to her sister. With Samira's advice, the twins eventually bought out the record label they were under and turned it into their own. The other music artists that were with the label remained, and new up and coming singers were signed on, getting a shot at fame just like Ryo and her sister did.

    As the years went on, their music continued to grow and evolve, offering a fresh breath to what was being put out lately. Ryo and her twin adopted a unique method of music making, where they primarily wrote their own songs, but collaborated on any choreography that went along with them for live performances. Each album they released came with two versions - one with songs written by Ryo and the other with her sister's tracks. Each version had two songs that both worked together on. It was way of music making that was praised by critics, and gave their fans a way of supporting who they liked more out of the two. Even then, the distribution between the two was always even, and a majority preferred it when they sang together.

    During one of their many coffee outings, Samira brought up the suggestion that Ryo and her sister joined the Tigers, describing it as less of a street gang and more of a support network of like-minded people with plenty of assets to offer that could help them expand their influence, image, and presence in the world. Ryo wasn't oblivious to the fact there was more that Samira wasn't telling her, being pretty aware to what happened on the streets of New Oasis. But she'd also be lying if she didn't say her interest was piqued. It took Ryo a few days to consider the offer, but after some discussion with her sister, they agreed. Thus, a new chapter in their lives began.

    For the most part, she kept her affiliation with the Tigers a secret from the public. But those that had connections learned of her membership rather quickly. And soon enough, new opportunities began presenting themselves. How exciting.
    RELATIONSHIPS
    Miyuki Katsura - Her biological twin, and the other half of GALAXY. Ryo owes much of their success to her coming along for the ride that was breaking into the music scene. Above everyone else, Miyuki is the one Ryo turns to when she can't trust anyone else.

    Kanna and Kasumi Katsura - Her sisters from another mister. Only a handful of people know that the pair are her cousins. All of them were practically raised together, often visiting each other's homes when they were younger. Despite their diverging life paths, Ryo does her best to keep in contact with them.

    Samira Calrissian - Business partner, mentor and friend. Samira was, and sometimes still is, the Katsuras' guide; helping them navigate the high life. It's not uncommon to see them together out in public. As just one of her small token of thanks, Ryo always offer Samira free VIP tickets to their events.
 
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  • SABLE SERPENTS
    Mockingbird
    Karina
    Legal Name
    Karina Zemova
    AGE & BIRTH
    29 (April 23, 1995)
    ALIAS
    Mockingbird
    GENDER
    Female
    HEIGHT | WEIGHT
    5'4" (165 cm) | 121 lb (55 kg)
    GANG & RANK
    Veteran of the Sable Serpents
    ACTIVE SINCE
    January of 2019
    REPUTATION
    The nice smile is how she gets you.
    Home District
    North District
    GENERAL DESCRIPTION
    White hair, striking eyes and a warm smile. Karina is often seen dressed in a combination between purple and white. While aiming to be practical with her choice of clothing when out on a job, Karina does lean to be a bit more disarming.
    Karina's views on peopple is different from most. To her they are mainly tools. While she has a nice charming demeanor when making acquaintaince with somebody, she will not double think to pry into them if it means she can gain some advantage. She is patient and will take her time to get what she wants, rarely rushing ahead of things.

    Her methodical nature has made Karina calm and collect while having full confidene in her ability to attain her goals. Perhaps too slow for some others. This has often put her at odds with co-workers and partners who want things done quickly.

    While she is a good conversationalist, Karina prefers to unwind alone or in a small group of people at most. Those that are in her inner circle are few in number.
    HISTORICAL BIOGRAPHY

    Karina's parent were not the wealthiest but they worked hard to provide for her and her other two sisters. Karina was the middle child so often times she was neglected as her older sister was a gifted student and her baby sister was in constant need of care. This left Karina to look after herself and find ways to spend her time somehow and the boys from down the street would provide.

    Juvinile delinquency was the norm in her neighborhood. They kids would terrorize the locas with activities ranging from petty theft to setting property on fire. That was until she had an idea of her own. She spend a week staking out a jewelry store, learning the ins and outs of it, who was on duty and how they could be exploted to get in. She convinced their litte gang to go for the big score. On the night of the burglary, they boys cornered the shop owner, knocked him out and took his keys. They broke in and robbed the place blind. The loot was stashed in a few places and the boys came back to their hideout feeling like champs. That was until the cops came knocking. They were locked up and sent to juvie and the stolen jewels were returned. Most of them. A handful of mid-range jewels were never found, but since the most valuable ones were returned, nobody seemed to care too much if the bottom line took a hit. That's what Karina was counting on. She had tipped off the police to the plan. Funny how far tears can take you. Karina collected her loot and sold off the jewels to a fence. She had gained some extra money, but also something more important. A taste for manipulation.

    Over the years Karina learned to maneuver around social circles and target specific people to get an in for new opportunities. From classroom dramas to job positions, she would experiment little by little. Eventually finding new methods of persuation, both nice and sweet, and those of an insidious character. Eventually her poking and proding would lead her into a life of crime again. This time the stakes were higher and the payouts bigger.

    Even with all the talk and persuation in the world, a girl has to know to protect herself in the dangerous world she was getting into. As luck would have it, a co-worker offered to take her to a trainer in koppojutsu. She quickly noticed that the training was not exactly on the up and up. After the lesson, Karina confronted the trainer who revealed his affiliation to the criminal underworld. Namely the Sable Serpents. That was going to be her in.

    Somewhere around the end of 2018 Karina began to have a more proactive contact with the gang. After New years she was considered a member. While her methodology was not something a lot of other members were used to, she found plenty of room to thrive. Often time offering support to her fellow members and gathering infromation in her own special ways. Her favorite part was not the money or power that came with being part of the gang. It was the people she met and those she could figure out like puzzles.
    RELATIONSHIPS
    TBA
 
  • AZURE DRAGONS
    ASURA
    LEANNE MARIE "LIMA" MANABAT
    LEGAL NAME
    Leanne Marie Manabat
    AGE & BIRTH
    23 (May 05, 1999)
    ALIAS
    Asura
    GENDER
    Female
    HEIGHT | WEIGHT
    5'2" (157 cm) | 129 lb (58.5 kg)
    GANG & RANK
    Veteran of the Azure Dragons
    ACTIVE SINCE
    May 05 2018
    REPUTATION
    One armed munchkin with a bad attitude
    Home District
    East District
    GENERAL DESCRIPTION
    Eyes of coral, wide and unwavering, laid just unobstructed by Lima's thick scruff of hair that's grown just past the base of her neck. It was a gaze that took in all that it encompassed, as if everything was laid bare. Her hickory skin stretched tightly across her defined musculature, knicks and bruises littered about. The most eye catching feature of hers, other than her child-like stature, would be her right arm, or almost lack thereof. Below the elbow there's nothing. Except there is also something. In place of the space her right hand lay a replacement, purple and translucent. Twinkling and shimmering like stars shooting stars in the night sky
    PERSONALITY
    Vulgar, or “Uncouth'' as those pretentious pricks would say, are words that some would use to describe lima. Personally she preferred the term unrestrained, but toe-maytoe toe-maatoe. In her defense it's just how she grew up, “manners” weren't always the right answer to everything. IF you wanted to be heard YOU NEEDED TO BE LOUD. Louder than the others. And if you wanted something you needed to stand your ground. Simply stuff that she had to learn one way or another, and she could say thanks to her brothers for that.

    Another thing you could say was thanks to her brothers, or family in general, was her pride. Lima can't stand being looked down on by others. Its driven her up the wall since day one, cause to some people it's Like she's still some pathetic child. She isn't. Probably why she isn't afraid to admonish others. Consequently or coincidently, who cares, she appreciates the odd compliment or two.

    It's funny how much family molds one huh, even the way they express their love or such similar feelings. For Lima, she learned that actions spoke louder than words. Even if she wanted to hear something instead. Enough with moping. Lima likes to do stuff for people she has pleasant thoughts of. Something that can be seen. Something that could be felt. Sometimes it could be a little abstract, like putting in the effort to learn something.

    LIKES
    • Nice moist cake
    • any sports
    • winning
    • winning at sports
    • a good ol' fight
    • hand puns
    • making things
    • Number 5, its her lucky number and follows her everywhere

    DISLIKES
    • being looked down on
    • missing hand puns
    • tomatoes
    • losing, much like anyone




    HISTORICAL BIOGRAPHY
    The youngest of Five, Lima was her parents only daughter. Youngest by 10 to 20 years. Let's just say her parents were still young and spry in some ways. Lima’s birth wasn't the prettiest sight. There were a handful of complications. The most relevant one being that her arm wasn't quite right on the way out. Didn't take long for her to become an amputee.

    Growing up in New Oasis one gets used to seeing others that look different from them, so one would think that Lima wouldn't have a hard time. Ha, funny. If having a hard time fitting in with her peers wasn't hard enough, there wasn't much she had in common with her brothers. A brother old enough to pass as your father, and father he was, and at the low end was one only a decade older than her. It was hard to find anything that would stick, until she did.

    Lima's family had a “special interest” in the martial arts. One that spanned back generations. Her father, a prodigy among prodigies, even ran his own school in New Oasis. All four of her brothers had some part in it. She thought it was finally the perfect excuse to bond with them. But they shut her out. It was for her own safety, they said. They were just looking down on her. She was tired of it. Tired of being treated differently. If they wouldn't teach her, then she'd just do it herself.

    Turns out learning on your own wasn't easy, and there's no sugar coating it, a missing arm hardly helps. It was a frustrating experience. The more she practiced the less her heart was in it. Even so, she stuck to her pride. As if to throw a curveball, Lima realized She was just a bit more different than she thought. She suddenly didn't have one hand anymore, only a measly five. She had a lot on her plate at that time.

    The best teacher is hands-on experience. So Lima spent the next few years picking fights with whoever she could find, NPs and HPs alike. Now one could say harassing NPs would be unfair and abusive. They would be right. But those Np provided in a lesson in control for Lima, something she desperately needed, and they fucked with her first. Bastards had it coming. The HPs were the real deal. She didn't win every fight, but that didn't matter at the time. Slowly but surely though, She was beating them down. More and more.

    Her Potentiality, or whatever those schmucks called it, was simple, but it filled in for her weak spots. It let her do things others couldn't. Fight like others couldn't. Made her not just different, but unique. And somehow made Lima feel more “normal”.

    The big day had finally come. The day for Lima to prove herself. She challenged her father; no his entire school, that she could fight them all one after another. No breaks. No rest. She thought her father would simply wave her away, but he let it happen. And it was a massacre. They were like ants beneath her Thumb. Pathetic really. The occasional HP wasn't even anything special. Sure they could hold their own, but they fell all the same. She wished she could say her bout with her brothers were different. That they were close. She wasn't holding back, and they responded in kind. Goes without saying how it went.

    The last one in line for the gauntlet was her father. The final boss. And he didn't even fight back, let alone defend himself. Why? This wasn't what Lima wanted. Why wouldn't he don't something? This didn't make Lima feel better. Why won't he fight? It made her feel so much worse. JUST SAY SOMETHING. Anything. Her father just looked at her. He had the same stare he's had all her life. It made her angry. Not at him in particular, but everything? She ran away. With so many emotions swelling up, ready to burst, Lima vented them out the best way she could. With more violence. One thing led to another, and she found herself in the east working under the Dragons.

    RELATIONSHIPS
    Ama - Lima’s Father who she hasn't spoken to properly since their fight. She does what she can to avoid him for the time being. Deep down she’d like to make up with him… but it isn't as simple as that for her.

    Nanay - Lima’s dearest mom, bless her heart. Probably one of few people that calls her Leanne still

    Isaiah Santiago "Isa" Manabat - Eldest brother

    Dariane Lawan "Dalawa" Manabat - Second Eldest brother

    Thomas Theodore Louise "Tatlo" Manabat - Middle Brother

    Apollo Antonio "Apat" Manabat - Youngest brother, though still older than her.

 
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  • ALBINO TIGERS
    LĂOHǓ
    Li Daiyu
    LEGAL NAME
    Li Daiyu
    AGE & BIRTH
    26 (December 27th, 1997)
    ALIAS
    Lǎohǔ
    GENDER
    Female
    HEIGHT | WEIGHT
    5'4" (165 cm) | 123 lb (56 kg)
    GANG & RANK
    Rookie of the Albino Tigers
    ACTIVE SINCE
    2019
    REPUTATION
    Beggar Li
    Home District
    East District
    GENERAL DESCRIPTION
    A slovenly drunk who haunts the slums of West District.
    Usually, she can be found wearing her yellow and black tracksuit, a pair of physically and economically comfy slipper shoes, a jade-green puffy overcoat when it gets chilly, and always with a fat gourd of booze at her side.
    Don't let her slight build, sullen expression, or persistent aroma of alcohol fool you, however.
    The young martial arts prodigy she once was still lives within her, wired into every single muscle and fiber in her being from years of training since before she could even walk, and persists despite her best efforts to cast it away,
    ...And with the help of some liquid courage, that star can reach heights never before seen.
    PERSONALITY
    Li shows no outward interest in anything, except for booze, things to go with booze, and ways of getting booze, even if it means resorting to violence.
    She's altogether rather non-confrontational, however.
    Lashing out, arguing, fighting; actions like those are just too bothersome for her to deal with, she'd rather just drink her cares away now, and deal with things as they come.
    There is one thing that can truly anger her, however, and that's to tell her how to live her life.
    She'll respond in kind with various rude gestures: yawning, picking her ears, pretending not to listen, and speaking in turn with sharp, biting remarks.
    Surprisingly, she also has a very poor view of martial arts, and those who practice them, herself included.
    To her, the world of martial arts was what cost her everything, and it's why she is where she is now;
    Drinking to forget the pain of scars that will never heal.

    Likes:
    Alcohol.
    Snacks to go with alcohol.
    Trying different alcohols. (Variety is the spice of life!)
    Napping.
    Traveling.
    Fishing.

    Dislikes:
    Being told how to live.
    Having her pace disturbed.
    Martial arts and those who practice them.
    Manual labor.
    Littering.
    Injections.
    HISTORICAL BIOGRAPHY
    The Li Beifong School of Kung Fu was once one of the most prestigious dojos in all of New Oasis, standing proud on the summit of all martial arts within the land.
    The school was formed from an arranged marriage between the heirs of two rival schools, and Li Daiyu was born to be their successor.
    Before she could even walk, Li was put through a rigorous training regime, her entire childhood revolved only around learning, and perfecting the fundamentals of martial arts, and showcasing them before the world on the stage.
    Though, in truth, Li personally cared little for the sport and spectacle of it all; she was but a child, who wanted to be together with the stern, stringent teachers that were supposed to be her parents.
    So long as she could get so much as a smile of approval from them, she would train, she would bleed, and she would perform, so long as it made them proud.

    And perform she did; handedly dominating every martial arts competition she entered, bringing home countless accolades that let her dojo's name rise to prominence within the martial arts world.
    Li Daiyu quickly became known for her skill, making a name for herself as a martial arts prodigy, and it seemed as though there was no limit to how high her star would rise.
    ...Until she entered into her teenage years, and showed signs of having developed a potentiality.

    "Worse Than Doping", "The Greatest Scandal In All Of New Oasis", "An Insult To The Entire History Of Martial Arts."
    The headlines were numerous, and all carried the same sentiment in regards to the discovery of Li's latent gift; that she must have always had it, and her victories were unfairly won, not by her skill, but by her birthright.
    Li's mother and father made numerous statements to the press, denying the allegations, but no amount of words could stop the tide, and soon enough, even her own parents seemed to turn their back on their daughter, their silence on the subject, and attempts to fill Li's role with some of their other, less capable students, seeming to confirm the rumors as truth to the general public.
    Li, herself, was forbidden from making any public appearances, and barred from any competitions, helplessly watching as one by one, her accolades were stripped away from her, and her entire family's name was dragged through the mud.
    The stress of the ordeal took it's toll on Li's mother, who soon fell ill, dying weeks later from a broken heart.
    Not long after, Li's father went into the mountains, perhaps hoping to seek solace in solitary training, only to never return, later presumed to have died as a result of a training accident.

    Li was all alone then, left with the ruins of her family dojo.
    She was bitter, cynical and heartbroken towards the world of martial arts that had spurned her, towards the family that always prioritized that world over her own wellbeing.
    And so, Li decided to get revenge on them in the cruelest way she thought possible; she sold the family dojo, and all of the secrets that had been passed down for generation, and then, she abandoned her 'pride' as a martial artist, and sought to destroy every last vestige of her past life, until there was nothing left within her.

    But, fortune smiled down on Li Daiyu with cruelty and irony.
    Though she tried to severe what was left of her old life, spending her inheritance on copious amounts of alcohol to destroy the body and mind that her years of training had cultivated, she found that the very same "gift" that had destroyed her life as a martial artist, now preserved it within her.
    Now matter how much she drank, now matter what she drank, the moves and techniques were all still fresh in her mind, and etched into every muscle, frustratingly leaving her with only a newfound dependence on a substance she was nearly completely resistant to, and a massive debt to every bar in Western District, including several owned by the Albino Tigers.
    It would come as no surprise that the notorious street gang soon came to Li to collect on their dues, and, when they found that the slovenly drunk had little in the way of material wealth to give, and a powerful, latent potential made attempting to shake it out of her a terrifying proposition for anyone involved, they instead offered her an ultimatum;
    Join the Tigers, and work off her debt, or else.
    RELATIONSHIPS
    TBA
 
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  • SABLE SERPENTS
    FRAUD
    Hiroshi Mizoguchi
    LEGAL NAME
    Hiroshi Mizoguchi
    AGE & BIRTH
    20 (May 12, 2003)
    ALIAS
    Fraud
    GENDER
    Male
    HEIGHT | WEIGHT
    5'9" (175 cm) | 139 lbs (63 kg)
    GANG & RANK
    Rookie of the Sable Serpents
    ACTIVE SINCE
    2021
    REPUTATION
    Lazy Bastard
    Home District
    North District
    GENERAL DESCRIPTION
    Hiroshi has long messy black hair, that he eithers puts into a pony tail or a manbun, and thin dark brown eyes. He stands at 5'10 and weighs 139lbs, while he's not particularly fit he still tries to stay in shape. He's usually found wearing plain clothes, but loves hawaiian shirts and wears them whenever he can.
    PERSONALITY
    Hiroshi is pretty lazy. He's usually found sleeping on benches or loitering around random stores, doing nothing. The only times he'll happily do something is if he gets paid or a senior threatens him. Hiroshi also loves wandering around the North District.

    HISTORICAL BIOGRAPHY
    Hiroshi has lived a pretty normal life. Aside from dropping out of highschool, and his parents kicking him out, not much has happened to him... until he met Bash Hirabayashi. Hiroshi would enhance random thugs, or Serpent members for a quick buck. One day, Bash found out and violently beat him, forcing him to join the Serpents or he would kill him.
    RELATIONSHIPS

    Bash Hirabayashi - Although he is kind of afraid of the guy, Hiroshi has grown to realize that Bash is pretty easy to mess with as long as you stay out of punching range.

 
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  • AZURE DRAGONS
    NOVA
    Stella Zuva
    LEGAL NAME
    Stella Zuva
    AGE & BIRTH
    20 (April 19, 2002)
    ALIAS
    Nova
    GENDER
    Demi-Girl
    HEIGHT | WEIGHT
    5'11" (181 cm) | 130 lb (59 kg)
    GANG & RANK
    Rookie of the Azure Dragons
    ACTIVE SINCE
    2022
    REPUTATION
    Menace
    Home District
    Western District
    GENERAL DESCRIPTION
    Her head adorns a hairclip of the constellation Taurus. Generally, she often wears clothes that have a flowy silhouette. Often in a mix of blues, purples, yellows, blacks, and whites. Always wearing some type of laced boot accompanied by an ever-present satchel.
    PERSONALITY
    As for her personality, as her hairclip implies, she is often as stubborn as a bull in any aspect of her life. Completely giving up on something is never her style, and if she believes in a cause, she refuses to wave from it. For example, Stella avoids unnecessary killing. What that means can change, but nothing will ever sway her to kill without justification. Also, while never admitting it, she has a deep-rooted fear of commitment and attachment. They fear things like these will simply be used against them, as ammo in someone else's arsenal, or worse, betrayal.

    Despite her lack of attachment, she still feels an immense amount of empathy, mainly for innocent civilians, as much as one can reasonably have while in a gang, at the very least. Because of her upbringing, she acts like helping is simply a form of transaction for her and not done for any other reason. This way of acting also helps her keep a distance between herself and others. They will always insist their help benefits them even if it doesn't. Stella also holds a natural disgust towards people and things that remind them of their parents. For instance, she avoids the pleasure district like the plague for that reason, among a few others. Also, loud, repetitive sounds cause her to get irritated to no end.

    If she's not volunteering to help somewhere, she's likely out in the woods doing one of her three other hobbies camping, backpacking, or stargazing. She also has an imaginary friend named Astra that she talks to in public with no regard to other's opinions.
    HISTORICAL BIOGRAPHY
    April 19th, 2002, Stella was born into the Boreas family. Avarice, brutality, and desire were all-consuming aspects of her parent's lives. More like a teenager than an actual adult, her parents were terrible providers. At times, Stella felt invisible... well, that's not quite right. Stella was very visible, yet her parents never regarded her as a child needing proper raising, acting like she was just another decoration around the flat. The only time her father saw her that way was when he was drunk, a rare sight as they could barely afford food, never mind alcohol.
    Until she entered public schooling, she didn't know how parents were supposed to act. She didn't quite catch on fast, but her friend was quick for a kid, or maybe it was their intuition that caused them to pull Stella away from her home.



    Astraeus was the boy's name, Stella's first and only friend. Their ideals were always lofty and far-fetched, almost as if he didn't know the city he was living in. Stella couldn't help but be impressed by his innocent passion, he was like nothing she'd seen before. She had seen passion before. It always reeked with desperation compared to Astraeus's passion that beamed with hope. The more she hung out with him, the more she realized how much dread returning home brought.

    One day, Astraeus bought Stella and him sweet street food. Stella inhaled hers, but Astraeus took his time to savor the flavors. Unfortunately, that extra time allowed a street cat to jump up and snag it right out of his hands. Upset it took from her friend, Stella gave chase for a few minutes till she caught it and wrangled the food from its clutches. With a smile, she gave it back to Astraeus, who snickered and went to offer it back to the stray. Afterward, he told Stella he was trying to tell them to stop, but she was acting like a stubborn bull. Stella truly didn't hear him, but the nickname stuck after a few separate incidents, solidating her stubbornness and nickname. One such instance was the time she stayed up all night trying to manifest her power into something more than just a flicker of light. The all-nighter didn't work, but it definitely showed Astraeus how stubborn she could be.

    Another time, Astraeus had been absent for some days. Worried about him missing her birthday, Stella asked the teacher and learned that his family actually just had a kid. The teacher told them he would probably be home after the first week or two of helping out with them, nothing to worry about.
    Stella decided to pay them a visit, not wanting to go home and figuring she could help. In addition, she'd never been around an infant other than in public, so that'd be interesting. When they knocked on the front door, there was no response. She assumed they might've had their hands full with the baby to answer the door. Not to worry, Stella knew how to get in through the fire exit. If you jimmy the window to the hallway in a specific way, the lock fails. Entering through the window, Stella announced her arrival. Oddly, the house was silent, with her footsteps being the only sound.
    Step Step Splash.
    Looking down, there was no misconception in Stella's mind. What she had just stepped in was blood leaking from under Astraeus's door. Swinging the door open, she saw his limp body and marble-like lifeless eyes with blood pooled around him and a kitchen knife plunged into his back. At that moment, she heard a voice in her head, "behind." Shooting around, Stella saw Astraeus's mom, she tried to jump back, but the blood caused her to slip. His mom's garden rake didn't hit anything vital on the way down, but it tore under her left eye. Panicked thoughts filled her brain, like how much the wound hurt, her friend's death, and her immediate danger. Then, something clicked that made everything else seem less significant. Stella gazed up at the mother, "You killed him."

    In that instant, the entire room lit up. A flicker at first turned into a stable, blinding, firey gas ball at her fingertips. On instinct, Stella swung her arm forward, launching the object directly into the mother's chest, sending her barreling out of the window.

    For a moment, Stella waited with bated breath, but with no sign of her returning, she relaxed. And with one glance at Astraeus's eyes, all her emotions made her paralyzed. She doesn't know how long she must've sat in the pool of his blood, crying. All Stella can recall is that she stopped halfway through, thinking she'd finished crying until she noticed a black box that looked to have fallen off the dresser right into the pooled blood of her friend. The box had a tag sticking out, labeled 'For Stella.' Stella reached out with shaky hands and picked the box up from the top. With a deep breath, she opened the box.
    "Hope you enjoy! A present for my BFSB, best friendly stubborn bull! ^v^"
    Everything is a blur after that.
    Since that day, Stella has worn that hair clip wherever she goes.


    Around this time, Stella's concept of trust was fading. After witnessing a mother murder their children, among other tragedies that just seemed like a daily occurrence in New Oasis, it seemed to her like trusting anyone was a weakness at best and a death sentence at worst. Her home life only accelerated her distrust. They had a front-row seat to the constant peddling and scamming, sometimes her parents were doing it, and sometimes they were victims of it. Hell, they even were victims of each other occasionally. The latest on her mother's list of schemes was to utilize her daughter's potential and cultivate her into an ideal member of the Albino Tigers to profit from her success. So, Stella's training began immediately. During this time, Stella's conviction about attachments and friendships being artificial and arbitrary developed. From then on, she purposefully avoided forming any meaningful relationships.

    Her ideals constantly got reinforced by the only people she couldn't not have a relationship with, her parents. Stella woke up to her door open and her hairclip missing. She blamed her mother, who blatantly admitted to it and called the piece junk that was barely worth the trouble to sell it. Stella was so mad but resisted the urge to yell, stomping her feet instead and running out to try and find it. Morning turned to afternoon, and the afternoon gave way to the sunset. It was more dangerous at night, but Stella didn't care. She continued looking despite the multiple gang skirmishes and stray bullets that nearly caught her once or twice. She eventually went across the bridge to look around other districts. On one bridge, a person waved down Stella. The sun was rising at this point, so it was less likely this would be someone trying to cause trouble, but it was still very much possible, so Stella kept her distance. She asked what they wanted, and they explained they run an orphanage, and one of the kids had told them about an old classmate who always looked depressed and wore a Taurus hairclip. They saw a woman trying to pawn it and bought it just in case. Still skeptical of them, she asked to see it and what they wanted. The person pulled out the hairclip simply stating they were doing what was right and tossed it to Stella, who jumped to catch it. They also mentioned knowing what parents with vices could be like and advised to keep it hidden before they left. Stella shook off the odd feeling from that interaction, generosity like that was remarkably uncommon to the point receiving it felt eerie. Once home, her parents punished her for skipping training, forcing her to do double the work for a week.

    The training covered her potential, weapons, and anything that could give her an advantage when dealing with the Albino Tigers. Her weapon training covered a wide breadth of different techniques, but she was most proficient with handguns and melee combat. With the weakness in her power, they had to focus on the more mook ways of fighting to avoid getting slaughtered. One night, she overheard her parents complaining about how much time they were sinking into training and whether it was worth it through the same paper-thin walls that never blocked any noise since she was a kid. Realizing this was a great opportunity to get out of the house, Stella petitioned her parents to send her off to their grandma's to continue training in that city. She explained that she knows that their work here is important, and it's a shame she's been distracting them from it. That was probably the most she had ever lied in a sentence before. Either way, it worked, and she was out of New Oasis, at least for the time.

    Her grandmother's training was almost triple as rigorous, but it was a much nicer home than her parents. It felt more like a home rather than the usual place to sleep for free. [May Add Some Lore Here Later] Yet, all good things must end, and Stella was sent back right before her 20th birthday to celebrate with her parents. She arrived on time but texted that her plane had some layovers and she wouldn't make it home till after her birthday. An excuse to buy as much time as she could to be away from that flat. She did hear they got a much better apartment, but that didn't change her attitude. But, the facts were she arrived at New Oasis with nothing to do until she was forced into the Albino Tigers. So, she decided to take a walk, waiting for the clocks to tick past midnight. Tick into a new kind of horrible life where she'd be ensnared by debt this time. Stella was stuck in rumination about the terrors of joining the Tigers, only snapping out once she heard,
    "Taurus?"
    For a moment, she could've sworn she saw someone else. But, next to the bridge, she saw them again. The generous person who saved her hairclip long ago. Stella decided to kill time talking to him and learned that their father had recently passed, and the worst part was that their dad's debt was transferred to them. So, now, their house, orphanage, left to them by their mom, and the rest of their possessions are in a bit of a tight spot. Stella realized this was a good opportunity, not only to pay back the kind person but also to keep her busy.
    The documents looked like a standard contract to her, but something about the wording in certain sections felt wrong, like when a sentence doesn't read right but you can't place the reason. Stella worked through midnight, re-reading. Then it hit her, she asked for any document they had on their father, once gathered she combed through everything and found the reason the language was so off... there was a loophole. Stella then worked on a step-by-step plan to wriggle their way out of taking on their father's debt. It was a little complex, but it'd work. Luckily, Stella could tell who drafted this contract (some of them were even used as examples to train her,) not to mention they often overlooked loopholes like these.

    After going against the Albino Tiger's explicit profits, Stella was looked at with disdain. After all, there was no monetary reason for her to help someone out of their contract, yet she still did it. You can bet her phone started blowing up once her parents caught wind that she not only ruined a score for free but also lied about the layovers. By the nineteenth ring, Stella tossed her phone into the river.

    Leaning on the bridge, Stella gazed at the starry sky reflected in the water. She wondered what would happen if she went back home. She knew it'd be unpleasant, but to what extent was unknown. Would she receive lighter or harsher punishment because of her parent's affiliation? There's always the possibility they kill her or worse. One thing is for sure, she's doomed with the Tigers.



    Luckily,
    Stella fiddled with a letter between her hands, an ornate invitation with an azure-colored wax seal resembling a dragon,
    they didn't need to stay with the Tigers any longer.
    RELATIONSHIPS
    TBA
 
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  • SCARLET PHOENIXES
    EMPRESS
    Boba LaVeau
    LEGAL NAME
    Boba LaVeau
    AGE & BIRTH
    19 (Oct 13th, 2002)
    ALIAS
    Empress
    GENDER
    Cis-Woman
    HEIGHT | WEIGHT
    4'11" (150 cm) | 120 lb (55 kg)
    GANG & RANK
    Rookie of the Scarlet Phoenixes
    ACTIVE SINCE
    2020
    REPUTATION
    A Royal Pain
    Home District
    North District
    GENERAL DESCRIPTION
    Boba has a golden iris with pupils resembling purple marigolds. She often covers her eyes with the two wings on her head. Golden freckles line her face. She's usually wearing a combination of whites, yellows, reds, and purples. She holds herself in an elegant manner unless something takes her by surprise.
    PERSONALITY
    Dramatic, stubborn, unrelenting, and arrogant are all words that perfectly capture the surface of her personality. She's constantly addressing people as 'peasants' despite their socioeconomic status. Boba holds herself with a high & mighty attitude, often seen as obnoxious or over the top. She's competitive to no end. Boba loves to jump at competitions to prove her superiority or find where she's lacking. Boba always tries to put on an elegant flair; to a random observer, it'd look like she was cosplaying royalty. Boba occasionally grows green with envy, and her personality turns more aggressive, similar to how she'd act if someone tried to trick her. Disregarding her mild sadistic qualities, she's often smiling and radiates positive energy. One last thing to note about Boba is honorable beyond a doubt and she always helps anyone who she deems part of her kingdom.
    A few of her likes and hobbies include, mall shopping, sun bathing, sweet food, and sunny days. She also hates marigolds and boba tea.
    HISTORICAL BIOGRAPHY
    CW: Spoilers and Domestic Abuse
    Boba was born "first" of her three siblings. Technically, Boba doesn't actually know if her fraternal twin was born first or not, but she likes to claim the title. Her three other siblings are Layla, River, and Iris. Their parents were Quinn and Nora. For much of Boba's early life, she witnessed constant fighting between Quinn and Nora. Yet despite the multiple fights and breaks, they had two other kids, River and Iris. The relationship her parents had was clearly toxic, yet they always got back together. At some point, it felt as if they simply enjoyed hurting each other.

    At the very least, the siblings were raised by both in their own poor ways. Quinn was plain neglectful, and Nora was hot & cold. A lot can be said about her parent's bad habits, drugs, various crimes, and almost every sin under the sun. As for her siblings, Layla, her fraternal twin whom Boba is constantly arguing in that iconic sibling teasing way. Layla is where Boba gets her sassy quips. River acts very lazy and passive, yet they are far smarter than most give them credit for. Boba appreciates River for always telling her anything she missed out of the house. As for Iris, she is the youngest child, she is mute and immensely sweet to all her family. She often didn't understand why mom or dad were gone because of a fight. Though, she was definitely the closest to Mom...

    While that statement wasn't incorrect... it never did capture the full picture until River glimpsed it one day. Their mother, Nora, had been abusing Iris behind the sibling's back the entire time and was the reason Iris had been mute. When River told the rest, Layla blew up at her mother after a drawn-out confrontation, Boba abandoned the house, taking her siblings in tow. They set up shop in an abandoned place she knew of and set up camp there. After a few months of living in that place, and the disaster in 2020, they were able to upgrade to a small apartment using Layla and Boba's money.
    RELATIONSHIPS
    PCs
    Noa Bakoria Aquanaut ~ Sponsor of Boba to join the Phoenixes. Boba regards Noa as someone who is pleasant, fun, and a loyal subject who has her seal of Queenly approval.

    Non~PCs
    Layla LaVeau ~ Her sassy Fraternal Twin, constantly teasing and bickering. Though, they both know how much they mean to one another.

    River LaVeau ~ Boba's chill younger brother. Despite acting like the living embodiment of a bean bag, he is very dependable.

    Iris LaVeau ~ Mute and shy, she is the youngest of the family and Boba would kill for her.

    Ariva Aquanaunt ~ While she's arrogant, Boba enjoys her company and the colorful banter she always brings. Ariva reminds Boba of her sister, Layla.
 
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  • AZURE DRAGONS
    GIA
    GIANE LEONE
    LEGAL NAME
    Giane Leone
    AGE & BIRTH
    26 ( February 29, 1996)
    ALIAS
    Gia
    GENDER
    Female
    HEIGHT | WEIGHT
    5'5" (165 cm) | 140 lb (63.5 kg)
    GANG & RANK
    Veteran of the Azure Dragons
    ACTIVE SINCE
    2018
    REPUTATION
    What is she doing here?
    Home District
    East District
    GENERAL DESCRIPTION
    A charming young woman with unkempt shoulder-length slate hair and oppressive, burning orange eyes, accented by dark circles. Adorned with various pieces of gold jewelry, she carries an authoritative, yet lazy aura about her, often seen either standing tall and proud or slouching with her hands in her pockets. Her wardrobe is surprisingly tame, although she carries a strange obsession for eccentric, novelty shirts (ranging from a simple and silly one to some of the most absurd patterns you can imagine. I'm serious, she'll show up for a job wearing this. And then act like nothing's wrong if you confront her about it.) , wearing that, a pair of dark pants, and whatever pair of shoes she decides to throw on. Just in case business happens to present itself at some random point in her day, a blazer can almost always be seen draped around her shoulders like a cape. She has a peculiar smell of tobacco and vanilla, but somehow manages to actually make it smell good.
    PERSONALITY

    Many who have met Giane on neutral terms have described her as somewhat pleasant, yet unnerving-- an affable ticking time bomb with a dangerously short fuse. While she normally comes off as offhand, calm and collected-- saying or doing the wrong thing can result in her going from shaking your hand to slamming your face into the nearest wall. She does her best to be charismatic and keep up a good appearance, but her background and upbringing cause her violent tendencies to boil over more frequently than she'd like to admit.

    Giane is a very assertive woman. She commands respect everywhere she goes, and is most comfortable when she knows that she has some sort of power. She typically only exercises this ordered authority if someone is out of line, however, having a very nonchalant and lax attitude otherwise. She has a very childish mindset at times, not taking many situations seriously and making a joke out of most things. She especially gets a kick out of teasing and messing with others, daring them to do something about it.

    Her street-smarts are bound to bleed into her charming, yet crude personality, and they bleeds in a lot. An egregious sailor's mouth, poor manners, and a hedonistic view of the world she lives in are riddled throughout her decent traits. A natural-born public enemy, she has a knack for causing problems whenever she feels like it.

    When it comes to her line of work, Giane is typically very lax with her 'employees', though she does exercise control over them to keep them from acting out. While she does treat them humanely, deep down all she sees them as are dollar signs with mouths-- and she will treat them as such if necessary. In terms of her hiring process, she boasts a great eye for talent. Any person she thinks she can sell, she'll give a spot in her club.

    Giane holds virtually no respect for the gang she is in. Many rumor that the only reason she'd been invited in the first place was for her expertise in the 'Talent Agency', and they wouldn't be far from wrong.
    HISTORICAL BIOGRAPHY
    Giane Leone hasn't seen an empty pocket in years.

    Growing up impoverished in the slums of Fusili, an obsession with capital quickly manifested within a young girl. Whether she was stealing, selling, working or scamming, she spent whatever free time she had raking in as much cash as she could. Giane found herself in Amestria in her early teenage years, and fell in love– there were richer people to steal from, more expensive things to sell, better places to work, and better scams to pull. It didn't take long for the girl to become a small-time player, with a bankroll that grew by the day.

    Giane's later teens were unpleasant. Drugs became her best friend, and the many brothels and red-light districts of New Oasis became her home. With a newfound disdain for the world she'd been dragged into, and morals that had been ground to dust, she found herself taking part in a new branch of business– selling the desperate off to the even more desperate for a good time.

    It started off as acting as a procurer for friends who were willing to make some quick cash, but the surprising amount of money that started rolling in quickly took a firm grasp on her. After some time spent cleaning herself up and learning the business, she quickly found herself becoming a respected, well...

    ...pimp.

    She didn't have enough money to make the investment of buying her way into the Albino Tigers. And she sure as hell wasn't stupid enough to throw herself into debt for a chance at scoring large. So, she did the next best thing– put on a front of good behavior and slide into the ranks of the Azure Dragons while they still thought she had something positive to offer.

    With her extensive payroll of escorts and a hefty sum of cash in hand, Giane saw no better option than to open her own club that rivaled the long-established brothels scattered throughout the East– The Hourglass. She remains the club's sole owner to this day, and she's always looking for new faces to add to her roster– and more money to line her pockets with.
    RELATIONSHIPS

    Just like any business, The Hourglass is fully staffed. The employees Giane speaks to the most, aside from her earners, are as follows:

    Clara: Gia's "Numbers Girl". Or, as Clara prefers, Accountant. Incredibly skilled with numbers and calculations, and, most important of all-- money, The young no-nonsense woman still wakes up every morning and questions how she ended up working in a place like this. Giane thinks she's cute.

    Vincenzo: Gia's "Big Guy". Vincenzo is the Head of Security at the club, and after glancing at the massive, 6'9" boulder standing in front of Giane's office, it shouldn't be a question why. Surprisingly, Vincenzo looks tough (and, don't get me wrong, he is. His potential has turned him into a walking hulk.), but he is one of the most honorable gentlemen you'll ever meet. Just don't try to touch his boss. Giane likes to flaunt him whenever somebody threatens her.

    Buffy: Gia's "Second Big Guy". The Assistant Head of Security, Buffy is nowhere near as terrifying as V. Standing at a moderate 5'6", the 22-year-old is literally walking in her leader's shadow, but hey- less work for her! Though she is clumsy and almost always fails to identify banned patrons before they make it inside of the club due to looking at her phone or flirting with one of the male dancers, her skeleton being made out of steel that she can willingly shift the weight of has thankfully glued her to her job. Giane thinks she's cute.

    Mac: Gia's "Drinks Guy". Giane thinks he's weird.

 
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  • ALBINO TIGERS
    BACCHUS
    SAMIRA CALRISSIAN
    LEGAL NAME
    Samira Calrissian
    AGE & BIRTH
    26 (October 23, 1995)
    ALIAS
    Bacchus
    GENDER
    Female
    HEIGHT | WEIGHT
    5'4" (164 cm) | 135 lb (61 kg)
    GANG & RANK
    Ace of the Albino Tigers
    ACTIVE SINCE
    2015
    REPUTATION
    Goddess of Wine
    Home District
    West District
    GENERAL DESCRIPTION
    Unafraid to display her wealth, Samira is always seen wearing extravagant clothing. Her wardrobe ranges from designer power suits to elegant dresses that compliment her body. She is almost never seen without her signature golden hoops and hair adornments as it adds to her flare. In a professional setting, she will tend to wear more tame outfits but she always makes it a point to be the center of attention in times of pleasure.
    PERSONALITY
    Professionally speaking, Samira holds herself in a confident and elegant light. She purposefully sells the poise, and foreign royalty image to attract business partners. Her sights are always set on benefiting her family’s trade, making strategic negotiations in the process. She is known to have a silver tongue, getting what she wants one way or another.

    Aside from the wine business, Samira indulges in gambling and parties. If she’s not hosting her own extravagant events, she’s attending the most influential gatherings. She’s always looking to make more wealthy connections in New Oasis. Her gambling addiction is fueled by her family’s wealth and while she does not understand all of Amestria’s card games, she somehow finds herself lucky most of the time.

    Likes:
    • Designer clothing
    • Gambling
    • Gold jewelry
    • Money
    • Parties
    • Wine
    Dislikes:
    • Peasants
    HISTORICAL BIOGRAPHY
    Being the firstborn in an affluent family, Samira was raised with a silver spoon and about a dozen tutors to prepare her to take over the family business. The Calrissian Family was known throughout Telabiim for their extraordinary wine trade. What started as a humble vineyard by her great great grandfather bloomed into an overwhelmingly successful company. From her early years, she was taught the ins and outs of the business, from production to marketing. She was a natural at it — rightfully born for it.

    As she approached her young adult years, her parents became more hands-off in the business, allowing her to flex her refined expertise. It was then that she proposed to operate the family trade internationally. While Telabiim was a fairly large country, she always dreamed of expanding their production even more. Samira set her sights on Amestria, specifically New Oasis. It didn’t take long for the roots of her family’s business to sink into the foreign country, allowing her to live just as luxuriously and successfully as she did back home.

    Not long after her arrival to New Oasis did she join the Albino Tigers. Although the idea of being part of a gang did not appeal to the image she was trying to keep, she was convinced once she found out several other affluent families were part of the same group. From there, she enjoyed the perks — mostly having acquaintances with similar backgrounds in a more relaxed setting.

    Arc 3: The Heist
    Instructed by the Queen, Samira and a few other Tigers meet with him at his real estate company. From there, they're tasked with infiltrating and robbing a prestigious bank in retaliation against a specific business. Armed and ready, the small group of Tigers successfully get through most of the security by force. After acquiring what the Queen came for, they're encountered by the Twins: brothers with the potential of intangibility. Utilizing a grenade launcher, one of the twins attack the Queen, leaving the rest shocked in his unexpected demise. Samira and the others battle the Twins.
    RELATIONSHIPS
    Ryutaro Hashimoto - The one to introduce her to the Albino Tigers. The two have collaborated on promotional events for both their respective companies and enjoy eating at the latest restaurants together.
 
  • SCARLET PHOENIXES
    TORCH
    Christina Winchester
    LEGAL NAME
    Christina Winchester
    AGE & BIRTH
    26 (July 13th, 1996)
    ALIAS
    Chris, Christie, Torch
    GENDER
    Female
    HEIGHT | WEIGHT
    6'2" (187.96 cm) | 180 lb (81.6466 kg)
    GANG & RANK
    Rookie of the Scarlet Phoenixes
    ACTIVE SINCE
    2022
    REPUTATION
    Determined, Caring, Passionate.
    Home District
    Born Overseas, Lives in South District
    GENERAL DESCRIPTION

    At first glance, Christina seems like she's should be sitting in an office, taking calls about trading stocks or selling something. She's been told that before, and it usually earns a chuckle or two. That's not her thing. But she does love the look and feel of a nice suit. The suit deceives, too. Hides the boxer's body she has beneath, earned over the course of twelve years in her father's gym back home. When at home, or around friends, she swaps the suits for a more relaxed fit. Simple blouses, slacks/jeans, and sneakers. Occasionally a band-shirt, if she's feeling up for it. Colder weather? Turtleneck and a nice jacket.

    If wearing a jacket or blazer, she'll often remove it to work or 'work'. Rolling her shirt sleeves up so that they don't get scuffed. But hey, if it happens, it happens. Easy to wash or replace. Same goes with the tie.

    She styles her near-steel colored hair just so, trimming it here and there when needed. She likes it long, instead of like the more professional and shorter looks that her family often wore.
    PERSONALITY

    Christina's the calm, sometimes quiet type on the outside. When you first meet her, that is. As she gets to know you, however, she opens up a bit more. People find she's quite caring, passionate about a variety of her interests, and surprisingly protective of others. If you become her friend, it's practically for life.

    As a fighter, she's rather defensive. Let them come to her, so she can figure 'em out. See what they're working with. Then figure out how to get around that, and come out victorious. When the stress of the situation is cranked and the blood gets pumping for all the wrong reasons, however, she grows more aggressive. And there's a good possibility her real potential will shine through.

    A real fighter does whatever it takes to win, right?

    Likes:
    - Music (Mainly Rock & Metal)
    - Cats
    - Boxing. (Her father was a boxer, and she grew to love it too.)
    - Pro Wrestling
    - Fighting
    - Working Out
    - Alcohol (Mainly Whiskey)
    - Smoking
    - Suits
    - Leather
    - Rain (Despite its effect on her Potential.)
    - Burgers. (Nothing beats a good burger.)
    - Pizza
    - Star Gazing
    - Old Movies (Golden Age of Hollywood, as well as more recent classics. Loves Horror films, especially slasher flicks.)

    Dislikes:
    - Onions
    - Spiders. (Bad experience with them when she was younger.)
    - Swimming (Never learned properly how to.)
    - Hangovers
    - Fried Eggs
    HISTORICAL BIOGRAPHY

    The Winchester family actually used to live in New Oasis a few decades ago, over on the east side of the city. If you ask Christina, she'd be happy to tell you about them. Hell, her family is why she is what she is now. Her family sucked up to the Azure Dragons, determined to get an invite into their prestigious group. A few got in. Nobody special, really, but it was a true honor for the family to be accepted into the ranks. Eventually, however, the Winchesters decided to move away. And so they did, a full generation before Christina was born.

    Her father used to talk to her about it with her, likely expecting Christina herself to seek an invitation from the gang if they ever moved back. Especially after they both learned of her blossoming Potential. As she got older, he pushed for her to prepare herself for what was to come. To do any and all that was necessary to earn the respect and reputation that was needed for an Azure Dragon when the time came.

    When they moved back to New Oasis a year ago, returning to the East District, it wasn't long before an Azure Dragon envelope showed up at their door. Maybe one of the Dragons remembered the family? Perhaps they were still in their good graces, after moving away? She didn't know. She didn't care, honestly. It was an exclusive club she wanted no part of. She declined the invitation. When her father insisted, she tore it up. The sight of the tattered envelope pieces dropping on the floor shook him to his core.

    Hell, it might have been what killed the man, in the end. That, or the damage from the cocaine and steroid use during his years as a boxer, as the doctors told her. He died of a heart attack a week later.

    She moved out of the East District a day after his funeral, moving to the South District. This proved to be the best decision for her. She had heard of the Phoenixes before, over the years. Tight-knit, loyal to a fault to one another. A true family.

    These were her kind of people. This was a good way to stick it to her ancestors before her.

    A fresh Phoenix vet by the name of Ashley Hart happened to be the one to give her a chance, and the rest of that is history.

    As for her actual family, her mother came back into the picture only recently. Wanting to reconcile their issues, and try to get Christina to come with her back to her birthplace. Christina played along for only a week. That's as long as it took to realize what her mother was really up to. Back to New Oasis she returned, leaving the drama behind. However, her mother followed. As it turned out, Matilda Blackwood-Winchester also had her own ties to New Oasis and its denizens and gangs. In particular, the Serpents.

    Only time will tell if her mother's ties and prodding will truly disrupt Christina's attempt at a fresh, new life.
    RELATIONSHIPS
    Ashley 'Ash' Hart (aka Riot) - The Phoenix vet that decided to give Christina a chance to join the gang. Her sponsor, and pretty much her first friend in the group.

    Charlie Hughes (aka 'Temperer') - Another Phoenix friend that Christina made early on, after a night of work protecting an art gallery. Probably also the shortest man she knows.

    Karina Zemova (aka Mockingbird) - A Serpent that works as an accountant for Christina's mother, Christina doesn't know really all that much about Karina. Her smile is... unnerving. Especially when its worn by someone close to Matilda.
 
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  • AZURE DRAGONS
    LADY MARMALADE
    Ellénita Thibodeaux
    LEGAL NAME
    Ellénita Thibodeaux
    AGE & BIRTH
    24 (October 12th, 1996)
    ALIAS
    Lady Marmalade
    GENDER
    Female
    HEIGHT | WEIGHT
    5'07" (170 cm) | 130 lb (59 kg)
    GANG & RANK
    Veteran of the Azure Dragons
    ACTIVE SINCE
    2017
    REPUTATION
    A "cash cow".
    Home District
    East District
    GENERAL DESCRIPTION
    Ellénita's presence makes hearts swoon, a woman who knows people. She plays along to make those who need it feel loved, to give them a taste of something they can't help but want more and then pull it away. A talented singer with no equal, a dancer to boot, she commands the stage and the scene. Many would love to have a piece but only a few will ever get the chance to be intimate, her touch comes at a price. She's a woman stuck in a situation of her own choosing, yet feels as if she's locked into life. Prostitution has kept her afloat, her body's market value high, but even higher is that of the corpses she pillaged, a well steadily running dry.
    PERSONALITY
    Ellénita lives a life of thorns and flowers. The persona of a seductive woman of the night is a mask she dawns to allow her true passions to thrive. Her love for performance, she protects it with all her heart, and refuses to let it go no matter the cost, for it is her only reason to live. She plays along, touting herself to be a woman of wiles, telling everyone what they want to hear, the ultimate people pleaser. She loves the attention to agree, to be desired, but when the time comes for her to drop behind the stage, the feeling of passion fades away and leaves her in the hollow position of the singer, who exists to entertain. Her only worth is that of giving pleasure. In her desire to not lose her joy, she commits acts she finds horrendous. She falls ill, and within herself she battles with the feeling of her own mouth being against her, a mind of her own. Her stomach lurches with the corpses she must step over. But she doesn't stop.
    HISTORICAL BIOGRAPHY
    TBA
    RELATIONSHIPS
    TBA
  • POTENTIALITY PROFILE
    SONGBIRD
    ELLÉNITA'S POTENTIAL • SONGBIRD
    PRIMARY CLASS
    Ether
    SECONDARY CLASS
    Chimeric
    OTHER NAMES
    Onomatopoeisis
    POTENTIALITY DESCRIPTION
    Songbird gives Ellénita the ability to conjure real life effects from mimicking sounds with her mouth. Onamonapias hold power, and by mimicking sounds she can manifest matching effects in realties. The sounds of someone slipping will cause them to fall, the boom of an expulsion sets one off, and the shock of electricity will course it through one's body.
    STRENGTHS + WEAKNESSES
    The potential gives the user the ability to transform their music, the flutter of butterflies in the stomach induced by the sounds of flapping wings and the sounds of banging drums manifested by the bums and bangs. The user becomes capable of also using the potential for combat and defense with more aggressive sound effects, but these sound effects can't physically damage someone by themselves.

    To make the most use of this potential the user must be gifted with noise and vocals, and have an ear for sounds.

    As as consequence however, use of the potential overstrains the tongue muscles and vocal chords, and eventually leads to a necrosis of the tongue which can be replaced with surgery. Upon the necrosis of the tongue and or removal of the tongue the potential becomes unusable.

    A person doesn't have to hear the sound effect for it to take effect, it just needs to be uttered.
    WEAPONS + EQUIPMENT
    TBA
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  • ALBINO TIGERS
    Glass Cannon
    Luxury Charmeroi
    LEGAL NAME
    Luxury Damian Charmeroi
    AGE & BIRTH
    26 - March 23rd, 1996
    ALIAS
    Glass Cannon
    GENDER
    Male (He/Him)
    HEIGHT | WEIGHT
    6'1" (185 cm) | 153 lbs (69 kg)
    GANG & RANK
    Rookie of the Albino Tigers
    ACTIVE SINCE
    2022
    REPUTATION
    self-important pretty boy
    Home District
    West District
    GENERAL DESCRIPTION
    Standing at 6'1 and weighing 153 pounds, Lux sports an athletic build with a well-defined physique. He makes it abundantly clear that he takes very good care of himself, boasting clear skin and immaculately cared for hair. He can always be seen wearing modern, trendy outfits in his everyday life and sharp suits while conducting business. His wealth is made apparent with the glamorous and glitzy jewelry and accessories he accentuates himself with.
    PERSONALITY
    As with most people, Luxury is a man of complexities and deep intricacies that lie in a place beyond the reach of most people. Which is a quote directly from the mouth of the man himself. He's self-important, believes he's better than most and knows he's smarter and displays a confidence that could make you believe those things too.

    He's quite business savvy and considers himself an admirer of the finer things in life, striving to create beauty and commercialize it the best he can. Despite his best efforts to curve this behavior, he is also quite intolerant to things he considers ugly or unaesthetic. Appearances mean a lot to him, and they always have. It is something that he values higher than most other things in life and it shows in his self presentation and the way he speaks to others.

    Believe it or not, he does actually have some redeeming qualities as well. He is intelligent, though perhaps not to the level he portrays outwardly. Loyalty is also a trait he possesses and he doesn't turn his back on his duties, whatever they may be. He sees things through to completion and carries that work ethic with him in all things in life.
    HISTORICAL BIOGRAPHY
    Raised the only son of an aspiring tattoo artist and a daycare owner, Luxury hasn't always lived the golden life he is able to boast about now. That isn't to say that he was poor, or that he suffered and went without, he simply didn't. His parents always made sure that he was cared for and that he was able to get the things he needed, but even at a young age that was never quite enough for him.

    He has always held ambition and a strong desire for more, to be rich and to be able to get anything and everything he wanted. The means with which he would get those things were always inconsequential to him, his parents told him no when he wanted a new video game or toy? He'd swipe the money from his mom's purse or steal the item, hell sometimes he'd do both just to spite the damn woman for saying no. That was until one year when he was 13, he'd gotten caught red-handed by his father, the pilfered product in his hands and his mother's money in his pocket. That day it was impressed upon him the importance of family, and duty, and loyalty. See, his father didn't honestly care that he'd stolen something from the store, it was his mother's change that killed him. "I could give a rat's ass if you pickpocket some rando on the street or snatch a bag of chips from a megacorp, but you never, and I mean never, swipe another dime from me, your mother, your cousins, your grandma! We're family, Lux, to hurt them is to hurt yourself, to hurt your future. You want to be rich? You want to be famous? You need us for that. You can't do it on your own, and think of how quickly they'd turn their backs on you if they found out about your pilfering problem! They wouldn't think twice. Why? Because you betrayed them first. Understand?" He did. He understood, and from that day on he never once betrayed his family, and he'd never do it again.

    He didn't become straight-laced, per se, but rather just became more careful, built the skills to hide his nasty habits and soon he was making money hand over fist with one scheme or another, one wallet or piece of jewelry pickpocketed. As he grew older his quick dexterous hands grew to understand a different skill, one that made him and all the others around him pretty, and one that could put him on the map. He was a wizard with a pair of scissors and other tools. In his late high school years he started to cut, color, and style hair for his classmates, alongside his other ventures, and eventually over 3 or 4 years of diligent saving and conniving schemes, alongside some real, legitimate training, he'd amassed enough wealth and skill to open a legitimate business, a brick and mortar hair studio in West District. The location was one he'd selected purposefully. You don't run as many scams, pick as many pockets or burgle as many people as he had without coming to know of the gangs that ran New Oasis, he'd learned at an early age, part of a lesson his father had taught him after catching him stealing that one time. He knew all too well that to get ahead, to truly be what he wanted to be and get the things he wanted, he'd need the support of the Tigers, and his membership with them would be a thing of honor in his mind. It didn't take long before he was approached and with the capitol to do so, thanks to his successful studio, he paid the entry fee and actively, and easily, maintains his membership fees.
    RELATIONSHIPS
    TBA
 
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  • ALBINO TIGERS
    DEBT COLLECTOR
    EUN JI-YOUNG
    LEGAL NAME
    Eun Ji-Young
    AGE & BIRTH
    REDACTED (REDACTED)
    ALIAS
    Debt Collector
    GENDER
    Female
    HEIGHT | WEIGHT
    5'4" (162cm) | 104 lb (47 kg)
    GANG & RANK
    Veteran of the Albino Tigers
    ACTIVE SINCE
    2016
    REPUTATION
    ”Pay or pain?”
    Home District
    West District
    GENERAL DESCRIPTION
    Smooth. Sleek. Sultry. Ji-Young is the very image of pragmatic professionalism. She is almost always looked down on, but beneath her attire is a body sculpted lean by years of martial arts training. Her regular outfit is a three-piece suit, matching slacks, and a necktie, all black and all business. She often lets her hair down, the wavy brown locks framing her face in a way that makes her look almost childlike. Her brown eyes twinkle with amusement for every excuse she hears from people missing payments. Her lips, like a rose’s petal, widen in a grin as she engraves on their bodies the price for defaulting on their debts. And her black leather gloves and shoes glisten with the blood of those who keep underestimating her stature.

    She has a walk-in closet filled only with suits, neckties, slacks, gloves and shoes, some for business, and others for business, all of them in shades of black. Each of them was specifically tailored to her figure, with enough flexibility to allow for unimpeded close-quarters combat. She likes trying out combinations every now and then; this gray vest with this pinstriped suit, this pair of Oxfords with this pair of custom-made fingerless gloves with silver knuckles.

    On casual, off-days, Ji-Young defaults to whatever is comfortable, usually loose-fitting tops and stretchable bottoms, but never skirts. She always wears a different wig every time, from long, black, and twin-tailed, to straight pink, tied into twin buns atop her head. Sometimes she adds hair extensions, adding a layer of colors in varying combinations and gradients that range from cotton candy to coffee and cream.
    PERSONALITY



    Ji-Young can be considered reasonable, level-headed, calm, and collected. She never minces words, always getting straight to the point, and she expects a straight answer in return. That is her approach to life; an eye for an eye, a hand for a hand, and a broken body for one missed payment. It is never personal to her. She detaches herself from the necessity of her job, even as she steps on bloody puddles and cleans bits of skin off her gloves. She constantly shoves that small part of her that revels in the fight, the violence, that visceral dance of complete and utter subjugation.

    To her enemies, she is ruthless, giving her all to crush them beneath her feet. Anything, and anyone, that threatens the interests of the Tigers are considered enemies. Anyone that threatens the very well-being of her fellow Tigers are walking corpses, simply waiting for her to call on them. To her allies, she is cordial, always ready to offer a pot of tea or an outfit recommendation for the day. She is open for a morning walk around the park with ice cream in hand, or a night at her condominium listening to the works of classical artists long past.

    At her core sits insecurities deep-rooted in her upbringing as well as her short stature. She feels the need to always prove herself to others, to always stand on top. She rejects help from others out of hand, for fear of being perceived as weak, sometimes to the point of completely shutting them out. She often takes unnecessary risks, to show off her strength and tell herself that she is someone of great worth. Those who can persevere past all these will find a steadfast, loyal companion who is always there when needed, in a flurry of fists and feet, clad in nothing but the sharpest of suits.

    Likes:
    - Bespoke suits
    - Tea, especially ginger, mixed with a little honey
    - Wearing wigs
    - Punching people in the nards when they look down on her
    - Cats, especially calicos
    - Classical music and opera
    - People who never pay their debts on time

    Dislikes:
    - Alcohol, or more specifically the taste of it
    - Hot, humid days
    - Anything too sour or bitter
    - Serpents
    - Too much uncleanliness
    - Pop music (with some exceptions)
    - People who never pay their debts on time

    HISTORICAL BIOGRAPHY

    In her younger years, the woman called Eun Ji-Young lived a life of relative comfort. She was the heir apparent to her father's Four Winds Daochang in the West District, known for training some of the Tiger's private security forces. While her father was strict when it came to honing her mastery of the martial arts and never treating it as a weapon, he never felt the need to put her down in some misguided notion of strengthening her will. No, that came naturally from her fellow students, always trying to one-up her simply because she was a short girl who just happened to be the daochang master's only child. Unfortunately for them, she inherited her father's strong will and innate skill, making her one of the daochang's most accomplished practitioners. The tally of beat-up wannabes, taller than a tower, stood as testament to her strength, and soon enough no one dared speak out against her, at least not where she could hear.

    While her father looked after her physical well-being, her mother immersed her in the finer things in life. She instilled in the young girl an appreciation of the intricacies of tea ceremonies and the sweeping melodies of classical music. But what made the most impact was the one time they went to a store that tailored suits for some of the more affluent residents of the West District. To call it 'love at first sight' would be an understatement. She was inexplicably drawn to the clean lines and sharp designs of the many suits and slacks on display, so much so that she begged her mother to have one tailored for her as a birthday present.

    That year was the happiest time of that young girl's life. She got to wear a custom-made suit on her birthday, feeling the smoothness of the cloth as she slipped her arms through the sleeves and her legs through the slacks. She never understood the saying, 'clothes make the person' until that point. At once she felt greater, elevated, capable of amazing things and more. What she didn't know at the time was the price her parents paid to grant her that blissful memory, and what lengths the people of the West District would go to for their comeuppance.

    The changes were subtle. One student wouldn't show up for training, then two, more and more until there was only the young woman and her father standing in the wooden hall of the daochang. Her mother made tea with the leaves from their withering garden, instead of imported from nations outside of New Oasis. Instead of booking seats at an opera house, they listened to an orchestra from her father's old laptop. And then they came, people in the sharp suits the young woman loved, speaking to her parents with honeyed threats to pay what they owed. They thought the young woman wasn't listening, but she heard it all, dread slowly filling up the pit of her stomach. Finally, one last group of people came, some of them in their beautiful suits, the rest more rough-looking, each holding a knife or a bat or a pipe.

    Escaping from their home, everything they built over the years, was harrowing. Amidst the bloody fight to flee with their lives, there was no time to grieve for what they had lost; her father lost an arm, her mother lost an eye, and the woman lost her innocence as she punched through the chest of a well-dressed man in a violent display of defiance. But through all of it, for what it was worth, she gained an unlikely ally -- the wind. She screamed at their would-be captors, and the wind answered in kind. Her fists bore the fury of the storm. Her feet swung with the strength of a tempest. With the wind at her side, they made their way to a little-known port in the outskirts of the West District.

    Using what little money they had, her parents paid for smugglers to ship them out of Amestria and back into the lands of their ancestors. It was all her fault. Her childish wish became the downfall of their family. The woman, with blood still coating her fist and tears running down her eyes, kissed her parents farewell and wished them a happier life. With a last wave at the ship sailing towards the horizon, Eun Ji-Young stepped back into the Tiger's den.

    Any person who looked at her with any hostility was met with a harsh lesson in judging a person by their appearance. Not surprisingly, there were a lot, and Ji-Young helped herself to their money after leaving their beat-up bodies on the street. She changed herself whenever she could, using whatever wigs she could scrounge up, to lessen the chances of more powerful people tracking her. Once she had enough saved up, she returned to the tailor her mother brought her to and commissioned a suit for her, all black, no frills. At first, the tailor didn't want anything to do with a woman who, while cleaned up, was wearing ragged clothing. But the gentle wind was an excellent motivator, right after it shredded the tailor's table to bits. Ji-Young came out of the shop with a bespoke suit, complemented by a pair of slacks that was flexible enough for her martial arts, a pair of Oxfords with steel toes seamlessly built-in, and a pair of leather gloves with studded knuckles.

    It felt powerful, wearing clothes she bought with her hard-earned money. She remembered that feeling of exhilaration when she first opened up that birthday present and trying it on. Loneliness followed suit, knowing that her parents had moved on with their lives in a better place. It was all for the best, because what she planned to do next would go against everything her father taught her.

    She tracked down the people who seized the daochang. It was easy enough, but the hard part came next. She was patient, waiting for any of them to slip up, to present her an opening. And when they did, she immediately went for the kill. The head of the group owed money to a high-ranking Tiger and was seven days late on his payment. Ji-young took it upon herself to storm the man's office and make a mess of the place. She pummeled through security with a flurry of fists and feet, while the wind was by her side, lashing out at any too foolish to approach from her blindsides. Finally, she was face-to-face with the man who took everything from her family, cowering at the corner of his office while shakily brandishing a knife at her. Finally, she could collect on his debt to her.

    The following day, his body was found dead in his office, blackened with bruises all over, fractured bones everywhere, and his face utterly unrecognizable. The perpetrator was never caught (strangely, all security camera footage was destroyed), and she was well on her way to the next step of her plan to regain everything she had lost. Inspired by some of her furry friends in the alleyways, she started the Calico Agency, dedicated to the protection of her clients' financial assets, specializing in debt collection. In the beginning, there was only her, and it was enough. She cultivated a reputation among her clients as swift and efficient, closing up debts the fastest with the best outcomes possible. In time, she drew a number of people around her: one to help manage her accounts, one to balance her checkbooks, and one to work with her on the field. The agency's reputation got to a point that she was offered a position in the Albino Tigers as one of their debt collectors, which she whole-heartedly accepted. She would use everything she could for the pursuit of her goal...

    To give her family back everything they deserved, and more.
    RELATIONSHIPS
    Kanako Kanzaki | Calico Agency's customer relationship manager. An MBA graduate from NOCU, Kanako incurred heavy student loan debt because her family wasn't exactly rolling in money (her dad was a delivery man, and her mother sold street food). Ji-Young helped pay for her debt (and violently convince the other collectors to leave Kanako alone) in exchange for her services in helping manage the Agency's clients.

    Mutya Abayan | A whiz with numbers and sheets, she was found scribbling along the walls of an alleyway behind a pachinko parlor. Some unsavory types were about to grab her for a whorehouse when Ji-Young came and made them an offer they couldn't refuse (knock them dead and leave them in the trash). Ji-Young found a better use for her talents as the Agency's bookkeeper, even if she has a hard time understanding the young savant at times.

    Bob | An enigma even to Ji-Young. He showed up one day in the Agency to offer his services as a field worker. His first outing with Ji-Young left no doubt to his skills, and Ji-Young hired him on the spot. More mysterious were his hobbies which included making the best cupcake and cultivating the largest bonsai.

    [TIGERS]

    Passeri Park ( The One Eyed Bandit The One Eyed Bandit ) | She was Ji-Young's first commission, the very first person she had to send a gentle reminder to. While the collection didn't exactly go as planned, Ji-Young gained more than recognition from this job-- she gained a friend (?).
 
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  • ALBINO TIGERS
    DEPT COLLECTOR/ENFORCER
    Stratsimir Kolev
    LEGAL NAME
    Stratsimir Kolev
    Age and Birth
    37 (June 06, 1987)
    ALIAS
    Mutra
    GENDER
    Male
    HEIGHT | WEIGHT
    7'00" (211 cm) | 254 lb (115 kg)
    GANG & RANK
    Veteran of the Albino Tigers
    ACTIVE SINCE
    March, 2014
    REPUTATION
    Not lazy, resting. Reliable.
    Home District
    West District
    GENERAL DESCRIPTION
    Large, imposing and dangerous. Stratsimir can be dscribed as a shaved bear that wears a nice suit. What would usually be a ridiculous combination of a mohawk and beard, he has turned into another part of his signature look. A holdover from those days peforming for crowds. Under the suit, scars from storied careers can be found almost all over his body.
    PERSONALITY
    Stratsimir maintains a level of professionalism when dealing with his bosses and certain other members of the Albino Tigers. When he is out and about on duty collecting his payment quotas, he puts on a friendly face. That is if they remember to pay. He doesn't like it when an easy enough job gets needlessly complicated and he usually expresses his annoyance through not so subtle threats of bodily harm.

    Stratsimir is often seen by new members as a veteran sitting on his laurels since he lets them handle so much of the dirty work. In reality this is a facade he deliberetly keeps up. The man is a subsriber to the idea of work smarter, not harder. This naturally extends to his duties as a member of an influential gang. If one of the newbies tries to call him out on it, he will be more than happy to show them the error of their ways. If he sees fit to take of his shirt, the situation is beyond deescalation.

    When facing other gang members, he will deploy every dirty trick in the book. He was best booked as a heel and one he remains through his criminal career.
    HISTORICAL BIOGRAPHY
    Nothing much to say about Stratsimir's early life other than as teen he became fascinated with bodybuilding and strength training. Shortly after coming of age, he was approached by a promoter to be a part of a low level wrestling promotion. After giving it some thought, Stratsko agreed to sign up and become the promotion's newest star. The young man rose to an indie darling as the finer points of the art of pro wrestling came naturally to him. Later it would become apparent that his potential had unlocked and kayfabe was within his grasp.

    Being an indie star was good to him, but the ugly realities of the business would become apparent after a few short years as the promotion he was working for began to suffer from its connection to the criminal underworld. Many of the performers would get hooked on drugs, borrow money they shouldn't and do double duty as hired muscle. Most people would try to get out as soon as they could, but Stratsimir saw an opportunity. While he didn't have the vices as the rest of the locker room, Stratsko would still do odd jobs here and there to properly gauge the risk-reward factors of the job and just how much owing something played a part in it. Eventually that would lead him to pick up jobs for one of the biggest and most influential gangs in New Oasis-The Albino Tigers.

    Stratsimir worked hard for his money and spot. He would collect the debts that were owed, chase after gamblers as a loan shark and crack skulls as an enforcer. All to build his reputation as reliable. Once the bosses figured it was time he got to show the new Tigers how to do the job, thats when he really settled into his job. The solo job became a managerial position for him as he assigned the tasks to the new recruits under him, leaving a majority of the easy jobs for himself. This added an unflatering lazy reputation to his character, but as long as the money kept flowing, the bosses wouldn't care.
    RELATIONSHIPS
    TBA
 
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  • ALBINO TIGERS
    RIPPER
    ROBIN KRANTZ
    LEGAL NAME
    Elizabeth Robin Krantz
    AGE & BIRTH
    35 (February 14th, 1989)
    ALIAS
    The Ripper
    GENDER
    Female
    HEIGHT | WEIGHT
    5'10" (177.8 cm) | 152 lb (68.946 kg)
    GANG & RANK
    Veteran of the Albino Tigers
    ACTIVE SINCE
    2015
    REPUTATION
    Sociopath. Murderer.
    Home District
    West District
    GENERAL DESCRIPTION
    Long hair, flowing down to her waist and colored a bright, intense red. A lean, toned body. Piercing red eyes. Often wears nice suits, but is also seen from time to time in high-end casual clothes. Has scars on her palms, due to the use of her Potential, so she often covers them with leather gloves. Has a pair of black mirrored Aviators that she wears on sunny days. Carries business cards to give to fellow Tigers who catch her attention, or at the request of her 'boss'.
    PERSONALITY
    Robin is a textbook sociopath, with a hint of psychopathy laid on top. Superficial charm and lies mask a total lack of remorse and empathy. She is impulsive, narcissistic, and often plays the role of sadist. If she is taking part of something, it's usually for her personal benefit or some sense of self-gratification.

    To most other Tigers, she's professional and courtious. The truth, however, is she doesn't particularly feel anything for them beyond a loose sense of loyalty. Gangs seem to sort of shove that into you. To others, especially members of other gangs, she's heartless and brutal. More than willing to shove something sharp into you, if she ever got the urge to see what your insides look like.

    She gets those urges often, really, but her 'boss' makes sure she doesn't act on all of them. She's kept on a nice leash, and kills whoever he says to kill. At least she gets paid well for it, and gets to 'cut loose' now and then.
    HISTORICAL BIOGRAPHY
    "My name is Elizabeth Robin Krantz. I am thirty-five years old. I believe in taking care of myself, as well as believe in a balanced diet and rigorous exercise routine. In fact, I begin by days with exercise. Three hundred crunches, three hundred squat thrusts, two hundred and fifty leg lifts, and two hundred and fifty push-ups in alternating positions. Afterwards, I begin my daily beauty routine. It consists of a warm shower, facial clensing, and proper make-up application. I tend to my hair, making sure that it is clean and has no split ends. Following that, I eat a balanced breakfast, planned out beforehand by the day of the week.

    I have all the characteristics of a human being: blood, flesh, skin, hair; but not a single, clear, identifiable emotion, except for greed and hatred. There was something else there once, long ago. Happiness, perhaps. Maybe even some form of peace, and some slivers of childhood innocence.

    I once lived in the East District of New Oasis, at 1124 Liberty Street. It was a moderately-sized, two story blue house in a sub-urban neighborhood. My mother and father were excellent parents, both working in New Oasis's Central District. My father was a stockbroker, while my mother owned a popular clothing store for the more preppy oriented youths. Life was comfortable. I didn't have much to want or need, as all was provided for me by my parents.

    A few days after my fourteenth birthday, my parents died in a car crash. Both of my parents were only children themselves, and neither of my grandparents were still around to claim me. I was taken and placed into an orphanage, and eventually adopted by two people that would eventually become my first victims. These two people, whom I shall not name, placed me into the care of some of their associates down in the darkest pits of the East District. I was used as a prostitute for most of my teenage years by unsavory businessmen, who treated me with cruelty and malice. Surprisingly, the Azure Dragons seemed not to notice. Perhaps hush money was offered. I'll likely never know, as I do not associate with the Dragons.

    Shortly after I turned twenty, I managed to escape from the brothel. I located my adoptive parents, and killed them both in their sleep using a knife I made from a shard of glass. I would spend the next five years hunting down the twelve businessmen that frequented the brothel to have their way with me. I slew all twelve, cutting their hearts out and mailing them to the same brothel that held me prisoner for all of my teenage life.

    I grew to like the killing. I felt better when I bathed in someone else's blood. A catharsis that I rightfully deserved. So, I continued doing just that, and years passed. However, in my ecstacy one night, I was caught in the act by a member of the Albino Tigers. I had slain another businessman in the western district, but I had grown sloppy over the course of the night. I had been caught on three different cameras entering the building, as well as on camera entering the victim's apartment.

    The Tiger informed me that the cops were already on the way, as my victim had set off the alarm during our struggle. Surprisingly, the Tiger offered me a way out. I would work for him, and in exchange, he wouldn't turn in the recordings he had collected of me. I, of course, accepted. The police would likely have killed me instead of locking me away, given that I was an HP.

    I was recruited into the Albino Tigers afterwards, and have been a member since 2015. I work as a contract killer, executing targets given to me for acceptable sums of money and the chance to 'stretch my legs'. The targets don't matter to me. Really, no one does. Man, woman, child... blood is blood. I'll fill my cup, as I always have.

    I've grown used to the taste."
    RELATIONSHIPS
    - Tigers -

    Ryutaro 'Dio' Hashimoto - 'The Boss'. The man that saved her from an early death nearly a decade ago. Keeps Robin right under his thumb, but provides for her various needs.
 
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  • ALBINO TIGERS
    LYREBIRD
    OLLIE
    LEGAL NAME
    Olympia Elmhorn
    AGE & BIRTH
    26 (Sept. 9th)
    ALIAS
    Lyrebird, "Lyre," or even "Liar"
    GENDER
    Female
    HEIGHT | WEIGHT
    5'08" (178 cm) | 161 lb (~73 kg)
    GANG & RANK
    Part Timer of the Albino Tigers
    ACTIVE SINCE
    Recent
    REPUTATION
    Espionage
    Home District
    East District
    GENERAL DESCRIPTION
    Ollie's unshifted appearance puts her at about slightly above average height, pale complexion and muscular in build. Her irises are a pale purple. She usually wears a buttoned up shirt and vest, donning a suit black suit jacket when it gets cold or needs to conceal something. Most of her outfits consist of office-adjacent attire. She owns a black cocktail dress but hardly wears it.

    (Artist)
    PERSONALITY
    Ollie prefers to listen first, then speak. She is subtle, never preferring to be the center of attention. Survival is her game, and in a world of people that could kill her by accidentally looking at her in the wrong way, she knows she has to play the game very slowly and deliberately. Ollie is patient, tame tempered, and professional. She rarely lets this mask slip, especially if she fears that she could be in danger or compromised.

    In her line of work, she is also very good at reading other peoples' mannerisms and even emulating them given enough time observing.
    HISTORICAL BIOGRAPHY
    Ollie was born into a life with significant opportunity. Her family was affluential, and her upbringing was pristine. She attended high-class academies, performed with above-average marks, and she did it all for her family. Her family in turn saw her as a product, someone to inherit the wealth and continue the cycle ad infinitum. She even believed the fact that she was born as an HP to be an expectation rather than a gift.

    Sometime in her early adulthood, her family had come under intense scrutiny from their country's (TBA) government and was stripped of their wealth and titles. Ollie was given a choice -- live in obscurity, or serve the state in obscurity. She chose the latter.

    Her Potentiality was put to use immediately, as her handlers in the Intelligence Bureau saw a great need for someone that could take the appearance of another with simply a touch. They put her through years of training and trials and turned her into a spy. Unfortunately, she was rather good at it.

    Her mission in Grizgy changed everything. She met someone that could see through her cover but couldn't care less. That someone was Viktoria, a senior diplomat's daughter.

    Grizgy was cold, so very cold. That didn't matter, though. Ollie felt nothing but warmth when she was with Viktoria.

    Viktoria would hold Ollie's hands, knowing that they were the hands of a murderer. Viktoria didn't care, she was convinced that Ollie could choose another path if she just put her heart in it. Ollie was too much of a coward. Viktoria didn't care.

    The two of them would sneak into an old military base miles outside of Grizgy Square when they wanted to get away form the city and away from the people. Tanks were parked to rust away in the open. Howling wind whistled through the hulls like ghosts wailing in anguish. Ollie and Viktoria would build little fires in the hollowed out machines and exchange stories, laughs, and worries.

    A supply officer found them once, and Ollie thought they were really screwed. Ollie was worried about her cover, while worry was never in Viktoria's vocabulary. She told the supply officer that she was on a date with Ollie, and that they would be gone before nightfall. Was it a date? Who knows.

    In a few minutes, the supply officer was bent over in a belly laugh and Viktoria had a wooden crate of grenades in her hands. She had a way with words.

    Date or not, the two of them spent the evening throwing live hand grenades into the forest. It was bliss.

    Viktoria was beautiful. Not just on the outside, but on the inside too. She had so much love to give and of all the wretched, terrible, godawful people on Earth, she poured that love into Ollie.

    The Intelligence Bureau killed her. Viktoria had so much love left to give, and yet they killed her in front of Ollie's eyes just to show her that they could. The Bureau did it so that they could pull on Ollie's leash, to remind her that she had an obligation to the state. Viktoria was considered missing, most assuming she was kidnapped as a political bargaining tool and Ollie was burdened with the weight of the truth.

    It worked for a while. Ollie bowed her head, said "yes sir," and continued to do her job as she was instructed.

    Ollie only snapped when the Intelligence Bureau wanted her to use Viktoria's face as cover so they could further infiltrate the Grizgy Consulate.

    Ollie killed her handlers, and she did it all while wearing Viktoria's face. She remembered every detail, every wrinkle, every freckle, and the way that her dimples formed on her cheeks whenever she would smile.

    She fled after that, floating in the wind and blending in to escape whatever vengeance was in store for her. She stole whatever she needed, eventually drifting to a place that might be safe from what she was running from: New Oasis.

    Occasionally, Ollie still looks in the mirror while wearing Viktoria's face.
    RELATIONSHIPS
    Undecided, but very few, especially in New Oasis.
 
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