Realistic or Modern “Welcome To Our Beautiful Mess!” CS

[Shibe]

Hi all! In this RP, your character can be any age, gender, sexuality, height, weight, or appearance you desire! Down below is a character sheet form, feel free to use BBcode if you wish to!

Name

Age

Gender

Occupation/Role

Height

Weight

Appearance
(If using a faceclaim, please stick to realistic images or photos. I feel they suit the RP better, if unable to find an image, a description will work as well.)

Relationship Status
(Married, Single, Divorced, In a Relationship, etc.)

Sexuality

Personality
(Can include likes and dislikes)

Backstory
(You can also include how they began to enjoy criminal activities/ what crimes they’ve committed over the years)

Extra
(Anything else you’d like to include about your character, whether it’s a theme song, a pet they have, or anything of that nature that you’d like to let us know.)​

 

[_SweetCandy_]

[WIP]
Name: Niklas Möller

Age: twenty-four

Gender: Male

Occupation/Role: Former Veterinarians/ex doctor

Height: 5’10

Weight

Appearance:

Relationship Status

(Married, Single, Divorced, In a Relationship, etc.)

Sexuality: Bisexual

Personality
(Can include likes and dislikes)

Backstory
(You can also include how they began to enjoy criminal activities/ what crimes they’ve committed over the years)

Extra
(Anything else you’d like to include about your character, whether it’s a theme song, a pet they have, or anything of that nature that you’d like to let us know.)​

 

[Northless]

Name: Catherine "Kitten" Jones

Age: 26

Gender: Female

Occupation/Role: Currently an actress on a thriller movie. Takes care of the inner politics of the crime ring; As in, makes sure the gangs don't kill one another (At least not publicly). A peacemaker (Did you mean that by role? Is that one ok?)

Height: 1,65 m

Weight: You don't ask that to a woman. (Given her character's captive role, she's currently starving. Oh, the celebrity life.)

Relationship Status: Technically in a relationship. It's more for the limelight than anything else. Isn't really looking for anybody.

Sexuality: Straight

Personality: Incredibly laid-back. Believes everything can be done with a minimum input effort (and if someone else can do it, the better). Emotionally manipulative, not a good person. She can care for others, but most of the time she's too busy thinking of something else, and again; that'll take too much effort.

Backstory: Orphanage life wasn't much of a show, for her. One day she didn't have a family and had one the next day. Never met the original one and couldn't care less. Always admired the young, beautiful ladies from TV, and how they could get whatever they wanted with a little wordplay.

One day when she was a teenager, she ended up in a hostage situation in a bank. The robbers were less than amusing; They fought among each other more than anything else, and ended up caught in no time. She grew annoyed by this. The solution to the problem was obvious, and they could have accomplished so much more. They didn't though. They were lacking direction, she thought. So, a couple of years later, she ended up the head of various small one-time groups, all with successful smuggling missions. This has gained her some of a reputation, but nothing big enough to concern. Doesn't necessarily like a criminal life, but has found it amusing.

Extra: Doesn't have animals, but has a cactus called Manfrey. Hates heights.

 

[Shibe]

Name
Samson P. Wells

Age
23

Gender
Male

Occupation/Role
Author, owns at least two best sellers

Height
5’9

Weight
147 lbs

Appearance

Spoiler

Relationship Status
Single

Sexuality
Bisexual

Personality
Samson was always a bright and clever young man, he’s usually polite and curt towards others. Ever since childhood he had a business-like air to him, sticking to technical terms and things of that nature. Somewhat shy as a boy, but soon grew out of his shell in his teen years. Samson rarely expresses his anger, and instead suppresses it. The darker side of him contains a more authoritarian nature and a strong desire for control. Even his most kind actions can really just be subtle manipulation for his own means. As a child, he got along quite well with his other adopted siblings and rarely tried to cause them trouble. His personality type is that of a complex logician.

Backstory

Samson was selectively mute in most of his childhood, at least several years after he was adopted. Despite his inability to communicate effectively, he academically excelled in the areas of language arts and science. In middle school, the administration allowed him to skip a grade as long as he picked up extra classes to make up for it. Samson was always respectful towards others, but hardly interacted with those in his own age group. In his entire school career, he had only two close friends besides his adopted siblings. As the end of his high school career drew closer, he applied to a prestigious institute. Which accepted him a couple months later. He attended under a creative writing major and began to thoroughly practice the one thing that brought him joy. Since verbal communication wasn’t easy as a child, he instead wrote out his thoughts and feelings on paper and fell in love with the art of writing. Shortly after he graduated, he wrote and published his first best seller. Which immediately flew off the walls of bookstore shelves. Although Samson had a more public life of being seen as kind and quiet, a much darker side lay beneath. Samson had learned of the art of subtle manipulation, he knew exactly how to make it uncatchable. Despite being the intelligent and rational person he displayed himself as, he would turn towards acts of violence to get his way. All while keeping that sweet smile on his face. Some of the crimes he’s committed (but fortunately not be caught yet) is money laundering, threatening, defamation, and assault.

Extra
Samson has absolutely no sense of remorse or guilt, he also has trouble with showing affection towards others. He owns a small rabbit named “Carrotcake”.​

 

[EccentricFantasy]

Name:
Jason E. Riley

Age:
21

Gender:
Male

Occupation/Role:
Professional Fighter. 2 losses, 23 wins, 12 by knockout or T.K.O and 4 by submission
Enforcer of the rules set for the gangs

Height:
6'2"

Weight:
125 lbs.

Appearance:



Relationship Status:
Single

Sexuality:
Pansexual

Personality:
Jason is a kind hearted soul who fights to make a living. He has anger issues when it comes to very specific situations. He is the first person to stick up for his family and the last person to leave a problem unless payback is taken. He will be fair and he will be nice if he and the ones he loves are treated with respect. If he is disrespected he will take his pound of flesh in the most violent way possible. He does not use weapons because he is a believer in the idea that hands can be just as dangerous and any weapons. In short, show him respect and you will be treated like family. Disrespect him or hurt anyone he cares about, you will understand the meaning of true fear and beg for him to stop.

Backstory:
In childhood Jason was the exact same. He was a protector of his family. He was consistently in trouble for beating up kids who picked on his siblings. One time there was a couple of middle school kids pulling on his sister Catherine's hair when they were in elementary school. Jason caught them and was caught ten minutes after, still laying into the larger boys face, his sister still crying in the corner. When the cops and parents came, he found out that both boys had broken noses and one had a concussion. On the drive home he was upset that his mother was angry with him for protecting his sister. Then his mother looked at him, told him she wasn't angry. Then she said something that stuck with him for the rest of his life. With the sweetest smile she told him "Jason, you have a gift for fighting, but it's up to you if it's something good or bad. It's important for people with your gift to understand when to fight and when to turn the other cheek. So, which will you be, a good fighter or someone who hurts others for no reason?"

Those words stuck in his head. It made him feel like he could do something with his talent, so he did. In middle school he had gained a reputation for fighting. It was around the 7th grade when he found a way to use his gift. It was at this time in life that he noticed people his age start to develop violence as a tool. There was an eighth grader who slapped his girlfriend. This girl was his best friend. Once he saw the bruise he knew what he was going to do. As he left he could hear his friend begging him to stop and then going to get his siblings, knowing they were the only ones capable of calming him down. Jason entered the eighth graders class. This kid was easily twice his size. The teacher asked him what he was doing, but immediately realized the situation. As soon as he got in range he landed his right hook on the larger boy. The boy fell with his desk and Jason wasted no time. The rest of the students backed up, knowing better than to get involved and risk getting Jason's wrath in return. Jason got over the boy and grabbed the larger boys shirt to keep him up. In what seemed like an hour, Jason landed right punch after punch. He was pushed past the limits of his anger. When his siblings finally got to him, the larger boys face was bloody and Jason's knuckles were cracked and cut open. His siblings quickly got to trying to calm him. His brothers held his back while his sisters made him look in their eyes to calm him down with sweet words. It was only a three minute ordeal, but by the time it was over, the bigger boy had a shattered jaw, broken nose and a fractured skull.

The boy was rushed to the hospital and Jason was taken in handcuffs to juvey. The parents tried pinning hard charges on him, but he was lucky and it was his first real offense, so he was simply sentenced to be locked in juvey for two years. By the time he got out he was a legend with the local kids. He had gained the reputation for being a fighting guardian. When he got out he was a sophomore in high school and was a model student. Or that is what he put on. In secret he was like a school yard hit man. He would get paid to beat up someone who did something, but he had rules. There had to be real proof of what the person was doing, half the money was to be on the table when the deal is made and no one was to ever talk to him about a specific job after it was done. This market was lucrative, but it was hard to hide the markings on his hands. It was then that he joined a mixed martial arts gym. At first it was just a way to cover his less than legal methods of making money from his mother. However, here he found people who could actually take a punch. It was weird having a fight that he wasn't sure if he would win. Not to mention it was odd to have a fight that wasn't completely slanted in his favor. He finally felt like he found someplace where people understood his ways.

Jason was close to all his adoptive siblings. However, he developed an especially close relationship with his sister Catherine. She was a sweet girl and very attractive, so she was a magnet for bad men. They were coming in left and right. Luckily just knowing she was his sister was enough to keep most of them at bay. Until one boy. His sister was dating him for a while through high school. He seemed like a nice guy, but something about this guy didn't sit well with him. Catherine would stay with him and Jason assumed everything was fine. His big sister would tell him if anything was wrong. A few months into their relationship Jason was in the park, just killing time until he could find something to do. As he was sitting there he turned his head to see Catherine on the path, arguing with her boyfriend. Being the protective person he was towards his siblings, he followed behind them at a distance. He watched as they argued all the way to the boys house. Since he had a sinking feeling about this guy, this argument was nagging at him. What was going on? If the relationship was this bad, why on earth did she tell him? It was a well known fact Jason was a fighter and had a reputation for being violent, but he stopped when his siblings asked him to. So there was no reason to hide this from him. Then he saw why. As they began to enter the house, he saw Catherine's boyfriend slap her. He was lost in rage, but knew he couldn't just run in there right now. She would stop him. He picked up his phone and called the one person who he knew would help. He talked with his adoptive brother Samson. He told Samson all about what he saw and he knew Samson was a very manipulative person. Samson came as fast as he could. Upon getting there he heard the argument and told Jason to go nuts. They often went over to see Catherine, so when they knocked on the door, their sister was happy to welcome them in. The two boys entered the house and Jason was not shocked by the big hug Catherine tried to give him as a welcome. Then, Samson used his arm to move her to the other side of him. He looked first at the boy who was confused. Samson focused all his effort on holding Catherine behind him as he looked at Jason. He gave a simple nod and Jason knew it was his time. He turned his eyes and the burning hatred in his eyes made it perfectly clear what was about to happen. Her boyfriend tried to get away, but it was far too late. Jason unleashed all his fury on the man who hit his sister. Catherine was being held back by Samson. Jason was brutal. One punch after another. He slammed the mans face into the wall and into a mirror. He beat the mans face until it was covered in blood and swollen beyond recognition. With a single movement he slammed the man through the coffee table in the middle of the room and got on top of him. Despite the screaming of his sister he continued to punch the man who laid a hand to his sister. Over and over the sound of his fists connecting with the mans battered face filled the apartment. When Jason finally stood the man was so swollen that he was almost unable to breath. Jason had through him through everything and trashed the living room, leaving a piece of mirror in the boys face. He looked at the still conscious boy and said if he ever came near them or caused them any issue, he would kill the man. He simply gave a beaten nod as Jason and Samson left, taking Catherine with them. Catherine spent the better part of the next few days giving Jason shit. Asking why he would do that. Jason spent that time telling her that guys like that, specifically that boy was lost and had no hope of finding help. It didn't take her too long to get over that. She knew what he did came from love, so it wasn't long till she forgave him and moved on.

Jason continued assaulting people for money until he turned 19. That was when he got his shot at his first professional fight. He was so nervous. Up till now he had fought bums and people just training to be a fighter. This guy was a real fighter. He did this for real. The nervousness could be seen in his eyes back in the locker room. He was freaking out, but just like a good mother should, his mother knew what to say. She put her hands on his shoulders and looked in his eyes. She smiled her same sweet smile and tilted his chin up "I am so proud of you. Your no longer someone who just hurts people. Your a good fighter."

A smile filled his face as he hugged his mother. She was right. He used his skill for a good reason and now he could use it to provide for his family. He went out into the fight to do his best. However, he was the underdog and came out on top. In the second round he landed a devastating strike to his opponents chin, slicing his face open and winning by knockout. Jason loved the feeling and was soon the most active fighter in the UFC. He earned the nickname 'Jason "Blood Sport" Riley', because every fight he had ended with his opponent bleeding from some point.

Being a professional fighter meant he had to register his hands as deadly weapons (which is really a legal requirement). So, the crimes he has committed and not been caught for are Assault, Battery, Assault with a Deadly Weapon and Attempted Murder

Extra:
Jason has a soft spot for Pitbull's. He is a very hard believer in the idea that they are not born violent, it is all about how you raise them. So, he got two and takes them everywhere. They are well trained and listen to every order. They were just as well or even better trained than police dogs. Hopsin (right) and Misty (left) are always off leash and are even trained guard dogs. At this point, even his family expects them to be with him at all times. They are the sweetest dogs and are great with people and children.
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[Seasoned_Brisket]

Name: Asher Corbyn
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Occupation/Role: Estranged Sibling
Height: 5'10
Weight: 150 lbs.

Appearance:

Spoiler: Face Claim Sebastian Marcinek

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Relationship Status: Single
Sexuality: Homosexual
Personality: Asher always tries to be the cooler head in the situation, he's always right, so there's no reason to stoop down to other's level. He also treats friends much better than family, the opposite of what most would do. Since Asher holds these bonds tight, he's made quite a habit of always following through on promises, although he is careful about making them in the first place.
Backstory: Family never meant much to Asher, after all, his mother ended up adopting 5 different foster children. This made Asher feel like him and his sibling just weren't enough for her. He spent most of his time at friends' homes because he believes that the bonds forged by friendship are much stronger than those made by blood. While he was out at these various houses he studied the many different ways that these homes were designed. When it became time to choose a career he naturally became an interior designer. Of course, as he was new in the career, money was still hard to come by. So when his clients started asking a little more from him, Asher happily obliged for the right price. Now Asher can afford all that he wants, in daylight he is a high standing interior designer, moonlighting as the head of a merry band of escorts.

code by: S n o w​

 

[Scarecrovv]

Caspian Quinn​

"I can hear your pulse racing from here,
sitting next to this gun beats your heart in your mouth"
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"Wrap your teeth around the pavement, 'cause your body’s a message, send my regards to hell"​

basic information:
name: Caspian Quinn [real name Harada Kazuya]
age: Twenty-five
occupation: mercenary
sexuality: homosexual
height: 5'3"
weight: 130 lbs.

appearance: Standing at 5'3", Caspian doesn't appear to be a very imposing guy, but his loud and sometimes obnoxious attitude makes up for his short height. His face is more pretty than handsome, feminine even, usually accompanied by a smirk or a deep frown. That is, if a mask isn't covering the majority of his features.

His skin, where unmarred by scars, is pale and porcelain smooth. His hair, pulled back into a short ponytail most of the time, is a dark reddish-brown in color. His bangs are slightly longer, hanging alongside his ears and covering narrow eyebrows. His eyes are naturally an amber-gold color, but he wears blue or green contacts to hide them whenever he's 'on the job'.

His pretty face and slim body all give the appearance of delicacy, but the way he carries himself is anything but fragile. He has an air of pride wrapped around himself. Caspian is a dangerous man, and it shows.

Although short, the man is in no way lanky or weak; he's 130 pounds of near pure muscle. The man is adept in hand-to-hand combat and martial arts, and has a lean build, with muscles defining both his arms and his legs, as well as his torso. He moves in a feline-like fashion, graceful yet dangerous.

Haunted. It’s a word that comes easily when one looks into Caspian's eyes. It’s there beneath the mask of confidence that so easily is placed over his face. Caspian could give his most winning smile and there’s always something that comes across as a little off. His eyes are those that have seen too much, that have thought too much -- then with the wave of a hand and a grin, that look is gone.

He likes shiny things and jewelry, but does not wear anything like bracelets or necklaces. Instead, his right ear is pierced with a long earring with a red diamond dangling from the tip.

Scars riddle his body, although Caspian generally keeps them hidden from view as best as one can through layers upon layers of clothing. (Whether that's to stop people from asking annoying questions or to comfort himself, well, he isn't really sure). Those from a whip of sorts are scrawled over his chest and his stomach like mini mountain ranges. His hands and his arms are striped with cuts from a knife, and a collection of old burns fills the whole of his back and left shoulder. Occasionally, they will cause discomfort or movement restriction, but it usually doesn't cause him too much of a problem. Half of said scars are from his work as a criminal, and half are from time spent with his uncle. Some are faded, pale, hardly noticeable marks, while others are newer, or deeper and stand out more.

The skin of his face is blemished by two scars. The first slides beneath his right eye and crawls towards his ear. There is a cut there too, a small notch, as if the blade that scarred him had continued moving in that direction until it ran out of things to slice through. The second streaks vertically across the right side of his mouth, pulling his top lip up in a permanent snarl. He wears a mask to cover these; they're scars most people wouldn't forget, and in his line of work, it's not something he wants to deal with.

His throat, wrists, and ankles show of previously unhealed skin where shackles were in place, chafing and drawing blood when such chains were worn. Around those spots, the skin is darker, contrasting against Caspian's otherwise pale skin.

Although he has no set style of clothing, Caspian's outfits are dark and cover the majority of his skin. The clothing is not too loose as to get caught in things, but not tight enough to cause movement restriction. He wears a fabric or leather fitted mask and dark gloves more often than not. He carries weapons on him at all times, but the majority of them are some type of blade, some longer than others. He's got knives in his boots, in sheathes on his thigh, and may or may not have some hidden around his wrists. He's not paranoid, he's prepared. Caspian also happens to carry a handgun, but he doesn't use it unless it's absolutely necessary. [/font]

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"Fall upon your knees, sing: 'This is my body and soul here"​

persona:
personality: Caspian is hot-headed and quick to act on his temper, but he's remarkably intelligent. He's strategic, especially so when it's a fight we're talking about, and he's got incredible instincts. Academically... Caspian isn't so great. Although he speaks English fluently, if you asked Caspian to read the back of a cereal box, you'd be met with a blank look. Given his history, he didn't have a whole lot of time for schooling, and cannot read nor write in English. Japanese, however, his native language and one he speaks very well, is something he can read in, although maybe not as well as he should.

He is a curious man by nature, which can sometimes lead him into trouble, but he's not a horrible guy... for the most part. He is inclined to taunt other people into a fight or argument with him, given the confidence he carries in his martial arts skills. He tends to be loud, obnoxious, and definitely a bit rude.

He is one to hold grudges and doesn't usually let things go very easily. In his case, it can lead to not wanting help or not asking to be saved in deadly situations because he doesn't like someone. He doesn't trust easy and regards others with caution. If you somehow manage to gain the man's trust, he is like that of a loyal dog; he will put his life on the line for yours.

Caspian dislikes being touched and is not very affectionate. He is very unpredictable, and can be incredibly violent.

He is reluctant to create relationships with others, preferring to spend his time alone despite his usually fiery personality. While he tries hard not to show it, Caspian is plagued by incredible internal pain. The redhead knows he's getting better, he tries hard, and even if drowning in your own self-pity sounds pretty tempting, Caspian tries to do exactly the opposite.

He's chained down by violent nightmares and usually refuses to sleep around others. He wakes to night terrors in the dark, flailing and screaming as if he's being attacked. He's claustrophobic, afraid of being in dark rooms for long periods of time, and he has a fear of fire. What can he say? His uncle was, quite frankly, an ass (and it's the reason he's currently dead.)

Caspian suffers from PTSD (post-traumatic stress disorder)and will tend to flinch when loud noises are made or if someone touches him without having said anything first. He can hold his own in a close combat fight extremely well, but when it comes to his uncle, he's learned to flinch first, block later. It's built into his mind and body. He is however, glad to say that taller, middle-aged men no longer make him uneasy.

He doesn't like physical contact (save for when in a fight - if punches are being thrown he's all in) and will usually shy away from others, even if it's just a subconscious movement. He knows its a problem, but he has yet to speak to others about it. If he's confronted, he denies it or laughs it off.

likes:
+ knives
+ cats
+ the smell of coffee
+ rain
+ autumn

dislikes:
- winter
- doctors
- commitment
- the dark
- small dogs

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"Crawl and beg and plead, sing: You’ve got the power to control"​

biography:

quick heads up: Cas' history mentions abuse, suicide, violence, etc. etc. this is mostly me drabbling on, so if you'd like to skip it, you can skip it lmaoo​

history:
Caspian, born Harada Kazuya, was orphaned at the age of six when his father and his younger brother were killed in a car crash, and his mother, struck with grief, ended her life. We're getting a little ahead of things though, aren't we? Skip backward a bit, and Caspian's life was pretty damn wonderful. His family lived in Nagoya, Japan for the whole of Caspian's childhood. They did not live in the heart of the city, but they didn't live in the countryside either. They were happily in the middle.

His father made a hell of a lot of money (Cas never learned what it was that he did. He died before he ever actually had the chance to ask), and their family was quite well off. His mother stayed at home, taking care of her two sons and spending a lot of her time gardening. She was an excellent cook (Caspian remembers that very well, even though he no longer remembers her face).

Caspian himself was a protective older brother, even at the age of six, and where you found his younger brother, you would surely find Cas. His death was extremely hard on Caspian, and the boy closed himself off from his mother when she explained to him what happened. Cas knew about death, but he didn't want to accept the fact that his four-year-old brother was simply gone. When he thinks about it now, Caspian feels that perhaps part of the reason his mother killed herself (a bullet to the head; Caspian still isn't sure where she got the damn thing) was that he, her last remaining son, stopped talking to her. That thought still haunts him.

With both of his parents gone, Caspian was passed into his uncle's care. Although, perhaps 'care' wouldn't be the correct word in this situation. His uncle was the man who first taught Caspian how to fight, although really, he was beaten up more often than not - what else would one expect from a child? Thinking about it now, he's pretty sure the man simply wanted to use him as a punching bag when he was angry. A simple mistake, a slip up, not responding; it all resulted in punishment.

Over time, his uncle took up drinking. Cas isn't sure why. Maybe it was the struggle with work, or the fact that he could barely support himself now, let alone a child. (His small, dirty house, was definitely a harsh contrast to Caspian's old home.) That abuse became something more violent, and Caspian's body tells the story of it. His uncle blamed him for his shitty life, his shitty work, and the death of his brother (Caspian's father), and for a while, Caspian thought that to be true.

For six years Cas stayed with that man, locked in the basement in the dark. He did not go to school, he did not leave the house, he couldn't even get upstairs. All the records said he died in that crash with his father and his brother. Nobody expected him to be at school because technically, Harada Kazuya no longer existed.

Caspian escaped from that living hell when he was twelve years old. His uncle was drunk, foolish, and did not tie him down well enough to that metal pole in the basement. Caspian was able to wiggle himself free from the cuffs, and while his uncle lay passed out on the couch, he fled from the house.

After that, Caspian spent the rest of his life on the streets. He got into crime for money, and only money. He learned the skills of survival and combat the hard way, but working with dangerous people had its perks. Caspian has learned multiple fighting styles by now, picked up from spars, teaching himself, or simply being taught by someone else. He stole from stores, pickpocketed people, and did whatever shit he needed to to live on the city streets.

Gang members, underground dealers, and other people of the sort paid Caspian to do their dirty work, and at the age of seventeen, he was already well known in the criminal world for simply how good he was at his job. He collected information, he got weapons to different groups, he made deliveries. He killed people, and he was damn good at it.

Cas was taught by the best, he says. There was a group he stayed with for a while, led by a man of the name "Rowan". Rowan was from the USA, a foreign man, and like a second father to Caspian. He let him stay with the group, and whenever the older man had free time, he'd train with Cas. He taught him how to use various weapons and he sent him out on missions. He taught him English. Rowan called him his prodigy, and Caspian was given another name by the rest of the group: Ōkami.

Until Caspian was twenty years old he stayed with that group and carried that new alias with pride. He was infamous in the streets of Japan, simply by the name 'Wolf'. Not long after, though, he got the news from an anonymous caller: Rowan had been arrested, and the rest of the gang was told to clear out. And clear out he did. Caspian, with a fake ID under the name 'Caspian Quinn' fled to the USA. He did not, however, stop his work.

He has never been caught for his various crimes. Harada Kazuya was dead, Jesse Blight did not exist, and the Ōkami was a monster that simply disappeared from Japan and never came back.

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"You’ve been granted three wishes. say goodbye to your mother, your father, your son."​

other:
Other information:
- he can't swim
- never been in a relationship
- used to have a cat named Akiko when he was a child
- surprisingly, he has a soft spot for kids. maybe some part of him still wants to be an older brother
- swears too much for his own good tbh
- if he's given food, he won't waste any of it. old habits die hard, i guess.
- his accent has faded some, but if he's pissed off or freaked out enough, it becomes a lot more noticeable.

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codedbycrucialstar | click boxes and hidden scrolls​

 

[Maeve Valor]

Name
Celia Chevalle

Age
22

Gender
Female

Occupation/Role
Secretary

Height
5'8"

Weight
130

Appearance

Spoiler

Relationship Status
Single

Sexuality
Heterosexual

Personality
A cold and calculated person that is usually serious, but she respects anyone of higher rank than her among the gang and offers her full support no matter what it is. If any of the members ask her for her personal advise she replies with an unbiased, logical approach. Despite her usual demeanor, she is quite capable of knowing how to charm her targets if absolutely necessary. If you really want to bring out the real Celia, invite her out to a bar, you'll see a totally different side to her.

Backstory
During her childhood, she was not popular although she did have a few friends. Most of the time you would find her sticking her nose in a book. Not fictional books, it was always was a book she could learn valuable knowledge from. She had two homes to go to due to having parents that were divorced. Both of them were upper class citizens; Her mother was a fashion designer and her father was a personal pilot for big shots so she was well supported for her original goal which was to become a lawyer. Unfortunately, she only made it as far as being a legal assistant. This was because the owner of the law firm was very much infatuated with her, molesting her at any given chance thinking he could get away with it, which led her to wanting justice by embezzling him out of his money through a third party source and killing him. Attempting to put him jail wasn't good enough for her, she wanted him gone. First she anonymously tipped his wife about possible affairs. In reaction, she filed for a divorce. After that, she drugged him to overdose on a drugs and staged it to look like suicide. Needless to say, she was too smart to stick around and hope for the best about the authorities tracking the suicide back to her. From here onward she took her talents underground and was picked up by the gang showing a promising future after she explained her situation. For the first few times she had to "persuade" someone to pay them back she had to have an escort to be shown how things worked. After that, she learned very quick and developed her own way of dealing with business.

Extra
Because of her dad being a pilot she also knows how to do so. She also knows 6 different languages. And she likes guys that know how to take charge. ^_-​

 

[FireMaiden]

Name:
April Davis
Age:
19
Gender:
Female
Occupation/Role:
Newbie
Height:
5'2"
Weight:
132lbs
Appearance:
A pretty face is how most people describe April at a glance. She's on the shorter side, standing only at five feet and two inches in total height, with an aervage weight of 132 pounds for her body type. Hourglass figure, only slightly toned as she exercises, but only three times a week if she can. Anyway, she has dark brown hair naturally that she dyes black, and candy apple green eyes. Fair skin sprinkled with freckles, she doesn't have any pimples, but she does have her fair share of scars. Most of them are faded, showing its been years since she got them, but they're still fairly noticeable. They dance along her arms, torso, and upper legs; and if you ask she will definitely not tell you.
FC:
Michele Alves
Relationship Status:
Single
Sexuality:
Bisexual
Personality:
One of the big things that people can notice off the bat is that April is a bit awkward. She seems to lack a few social graces that allow her to keep a conversation going, or the abbikuty to control the bisexual fingerguns. It's also evident when shes trying to comfort someone, as she's kinda emotionally dead, and wasn't well educated with them, so handling them in other people is a little weird, but hey, at least she tries right? That counts for something. She's often a bit cold, or standoffish at first, it taking a hot minute or two to gain her trust, that if you break willbtake even longer to piece back together, and April will never actully trust you again after you brealing her trust because its hard for her to get close to people in the first place. Like yeah, shes a good person, living by the motto of "Do no harm but take no shit." and she's loyal to her friends, but she's a 19 year old who is just tired of life already. Paranoid is another word people use to describe her, and if she were more open about her past maybe people wouldn't be so quick to judge. It's kinda like she's always looking over her shoulder, expecting something bad to happen, or for the ground to be ripped right out from underneath her at all times. She hates being alone with guys, and shd kinda expects women to go an stab her in the back at any moment, so maybe this is why she totally doesn't have any real friends. She doesn't have any family, and people normally end up thinking she's crazy for doing half the shit she does. It's kinda a lose-lose situation she's in.
Backstory:
Most people know that April has had it pretty rough. She was dealt a bad hand in the beginning of life, being born to parents who didn't really want her, but they didn't want to get rid of her either, she was kinda stuck in a terrible childhood limbo. Her parents were both alcoholics, who both enjoyed pretty much experiment ing with every drug imaginable. They lived in a one bedroom apartment and couldn't buy groceries half the time thanks to this and an incresasing amount of debt that they could never seem to pay off. They would beat their frustrations out on April, she contanctly smelled like booze and smoke because she wore the same stuff to school everyday, it was a nightmare. When she was nine, she was actually kidnapped to try an prompt her parents to try pay what they owed, and the drug dealers and hardened criminals treated her better than her own parents. She was actually missing for about two weeks before said parents even noticed. April wouldnt even be able to begein to decribe how crushing the reality was that you didn't matter to the two people who gave you life was, and that the big man with a spider tattoo on his face was acually very nice. She was let go and returned to her parents after another few days, and was actualky punished for running off. Luckily for her however, Child Protective Services had tipped off by an unknown caller.

Unlukily, it was out of the frying pan and straight into the freaking fire. She was taken away from her parents after a very short case, and put into a foster home two hours away. New school, new home, new life right? Well, sort of. It was alright at first, defeintly an upgrade from the one bedroom apartment, but everyone was a different type of creep. The younger ones, aka almost everyone 10 and under were mostly alright except for Tom. We dont talk about Tom. The two running the house were strict, but about the weirdest things, and used physical harm to disipline anyone who didnt behave rhe way they wanted them to. And April is like, 99 percent sure there was a hidden camera somewhere in the bathroom that the older boys put in,, she just never could find it. April, after a few years of this house, decided she finally needed to get out and started compiling evidence. She spent a year gathering audio and pictures, and even a few videos to make a case to get herself emancipated so she wouldn't have to rely on anyone.

And it worked! At the age of 15, April was legally in control of her own life. She found a very cheap apartment, a job, and adopted a dog. But things for a 15 year old living by herself were not going to be easy. She was one of the girls who always looked a little older than she was, and so it made her target, espeically with the area she lived in. She's been mugged, harassed, breifly kidnapped again until she guy recognized her and then gave her three dollars for the bus (it was a weird day). April's apartment was broken into and she was burtally assaulted twice, and she was forced to move three times because of some creepy guy who decided she was the one to stalk. He hasn't been active recently which worries her, but it's better than the shit he does. Anyway, lately, she's been hanging around with some of what most people would call the wrong crowd. It's not really a secret she's a little paranoid, and she's struggling to make ends meet. Someone who had been working for the siblings gang asked her to do a few things, just a few simple drops and cash grabs, and then they would see about getting her an actual job. She's glad it worked out, cause she really needs cash, and honestly, she's also really lonely. April kinda wants some friends too.

Extra:
- Owns a retired MWD (Military Working Dog) named Chyna. Adopted her after getting emancipated at 15. Chyna is 9 years old, and the best girl.
- Is always carrying peper spray, a tazer, and a knife. The peper spray is on her key chain, her phone case doubles as the taser, and the knife is just a knife she has in her pocket. Cause ya girl does not live in a nice part of town.
-Blends into a crowd cause she's small
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[dimensional]

name: Mickey Prince
gender: male(it/he/him/his)
sexual orientation: omnisexual
romantic orientation: biromantic
age: 22
dob: march 13
pob: San Francisco, CA
occupation: DJ/Recording Artist
role: artist
twitter: @OffKilo
IG: @OffKiloMick
Messenger: OffKi

favorite color: lilac
favorite movie: Ocean's 11...12...13...and 8
favorite genre: Mid 2000's Hip Hop and Pop
likes: Justin Timberlake, Nelly, Ludacris, Amy Winehouse, Queen Bey
dislikes: Micheal Bolton, Celine Dion, Lady Gaga, Nickelback
one sentence description: "Saint or a sinner, a loser can be a winner with a plan."
what's in their bag: gum, a pair of headphones attached to a Zune, a rubik's cube that opens up when you solve it, pot inside the cube, purple gel pens and sharpies, composition notebooks with lyrics and doodles scribbled throughout them, his Surface tablet, and a toothbrush
hobbies: mixing sounds

Turns out, being a Musician is a lot harder than most people think. It's not all nice, effortless looking pictures and sex appeal. If you wanna make a mark, be remembered, you have to be out of the box. And Mickey wanted to do just that, he wanted his own identity and he wanted it to start a new wave of sound. The problem with all of this is that Mickey's father, Deckard Prince of Prince & Knight Law, absolutely loathes the idea of his son stooping so low when he has so many other options. "You're putting a 162 IQ in a tire fire with that on, Son," was the usual response to any mention of Mickey's plans. If he was feeling really colorful, he'd use other destinations such as 'a shitter' or 'da ghetto' as so inappropriately as possible. So, if anyone asks, Mick isn't lying about changing his majors and not telling his father. Also, don't ask about it.