Hauntedxdreams

  Ayden Lynch    — 
Faceclaim: Ruby Rose

  Raven    — 
Faceclaim: Garrett Hedlund

  Benjamin Dewitt    — 
Faceclaim: Charlie Hunnam

  Azreal Strife    — 
Faceclaim: Max Riemelt

  Gabriel de Vera    — 
Faceclaim: Manny Jacinto

  Arron Rivera    — 
Faceclaim: Iñaki Godoy

  Andrea Dewitt    — 
Faceclaim: Madison Iseman

  Matsuda Asuma    — 
Faceclaim: Ryunosuke Kamiki

  Robert Thomson    — 
Faceclaim: Mandy Patinkin

  Raín Lynch    — 
Faceclaim: Nicholas Galitzine

  Athena Marek    — 
Faceclaim: Rachel Brosnahan

  Lazarus Blackwood    — 
Faceclaim: Axel Auriant

  Jason Kobayashi    — 
Faceclaim: Miyavi

  Beau Toussaint    — 
Faceclaim: Jacob Anderson

  Felet Drake    — 
Faceclaim: Jack Wolfe

  Achilles Handcock    — 
Faceclaim: Austin Butler

  Levi Wolf    — 
Faceclaim: Joe Keery

  Dove Tyser    — 
Faceclaim: Elizabeth Lail

  Eli Riker    — 
Faceclaim: Nolan Gerard Funk

  Nova Handcock    — 
Faceclaim: Daisy Edgar-Jones

  Thomas Handcock    — 
Faceclaim: Ben Hardy

  Maximilian Thorne    — 
Faceclaim: Owen Joyner

  Oliver Dickenson    — 
Faceclaim: Sean Teale

  Ray Kemp    — 
Faceclaim: James Paxton

  Galen Dupont    — 
Faceclaim: Noah Wyle

  Dylan Alstone    — 
Faceclaim: Logan Lerman

  Ryan Alstone    — 
Faceclaim: Logan Lerman

  Phillip Van Baar    — 
Faceclaim: Freddy Carter

  Lilith    — 
Faceclaim: Sasha Calle

  Kota Nishimura    — 
Faceclaim: Takeru Satoh

  John Wright    — 
Faceclaim: Hugo Johnstone-Burt

  Jonathan Rocker Junior    — 
Faceclaim: Michael Cimino

  Cassius Hartley    — 
Faceclaim: Jeff Ward

  Markus Saylor    — 
Faceclaim: Patrick Ball

  Dominic Strauss    — 
Faceclaim: Emilien Vekemans

  Benedict Lord    — 
Faceclaim: Oliver Stark

  Jesper Fahey    — 
Faceclaim: Kit Young

Ayden was born in Chicago to a loving mother and father. She was born into cooking, her father owned a restaurant and she spent her days there watching him cook. She was made a big sister when she was five and she loved her brother, loved teaching him all the things her father taught her.She was ten when it happened, when it all came crashing down.
When the men came to her fathers restaurant and killed them. Her father, mother, and brother. They hadn’t found her, she had hidden when her father told her to.
She was an orphan and sent into the foster care system. The police seemed to think it was just random gang violence, another crime to go unsolved. But Ayden knew better. She knew the truth.
He father knew the men who had come in. Her father knew who killed them.She lasted two years in the system before running away with a friend, they joined an Irish Mob family. She had seen enough horror to become good at what they wanted.A killer.
A torturer.
An Assassin.She would use every inch of her skills to find out who had really murdered her family. And she would make them pay in blood for what they took.

There was a job one day where she saved the life of a man she took to calling Raven due to his obviously dyed black hair.And then it all happened.Slowly and before she knew it she was a boss of a subfamily, allied with the other local families, their members so tightly interwoven that at this point she didn't think they could be separated.
Affectionally known as The Birds, she leads her family with a firm hand and a sense of humor.
She needed it to corral the group.One day their Bluebird got a call from his grandson, and the Vipers Medic, JP. They had rescued a young man and he needed help He was having violent flashbacks and nightmares. Blue of course said they would help, and Ayden went with for the pickup.
A sixteen year old Theo almost instantly cemented his place in her heart. She soon adopted the boy, ignoring the fact that she was only 23 at the time. A few years later and another boy was rescued, Kyubok.
t was much the same, all it took was a look and Ayden knew that he was family.
It took a little longer with him to trust her but soon both her sons carried the name Lynch.

STATS

  NAME    Ayden Lynch  NICKNAME    Boss  CODENAME    The Phoenix  AGE    28  DATE OF BIRTH    July 17th.  GENDER & PRONOUNS    Female, she/her  ORIENTATION    Straight  WEAPON   
-Kusarigama  FACECLAIM    Ruby Rose

PHYSICAL

  HEIGHT    5'7"  HAIR    Blonde/Brown  EYES    Blue  SCARS   
-Bullet entrance and exit through left calf
-Six inch long gash across lower back
-Dara Knot brand on right shoulder
-Three inch long gash across left ribs
-Missing little toe on right foot
-Bullet Entrance on right forearm
-Crooked left middle and ring finger
-Thin scar around neck just under jaw
-Inch long gash across back of neck  PIERCINGS    Earlobes  TATTOOS   
-Large phoenix on right calf
-Ghostly wolf surrounded by smoke on left thigh and hip.

BACKGROUND

  PARENTS   
-Liam Lynch-Father-Deceased
-Jenna Lynch-Mother-Deceased  SIBLINGS   
-Ryan Lynch Raín Lynch-Deceased Brainwashed
-Divon Clay
-Kehlani Clay  SIGNIFICANT OTHER   
-River Song  CHILDREN   
-Theo Lynch
-Kyubok Lynch  OCCUPATION    Subfamily Mob Boss  HOMETOWN    Chicago, Illinois  CURRENT RESIDENCE    Chicago, Illinois  LANGUAGES   
-English
-Spanish
-Gaelic
-Korean
-Russian
-Mandarin
-ASL
-French
-Italian.

Weapon Of Choice

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Raven knew nothing about his past.He woke up in the middle of a fight with blood dripping down his face and neck, head pounding with pain, and a young girl standing over him.It was from this girl he found out some of his own self.
He was in the mob; an enforcer, and they had been part of a team sent to take care of a rival group. She didn’t know his name, age, or anything.
She said he reminded her of a raven with his dyed black hair and piercing stare.++Raven soon found himself working with the girl who had found him, loyal to her as he learned how to be a person again.
He found he was good with knives and guns, found he was a decent artist and he found that he loved music. There was always a pain in his chest though, a missing piece. A sign that there had been someone he had loved.He had come to terms with the fact that he may never know who he was or why no one came looking for him. Had to learn to be happy with the family that was forming around him.
He became the protective uncle, the one his nephews and niece came to for a piece of advice.
Always understanding that he was always missing something. Something that was needed to have a family of his own.

It was on a job that all changed.
It should have been a simple assassination, take out a political rival. Make it quick, clean, the target was a good man and while he needed to die deserved to die well.A small town sheriff shouldn't have been too hard to take out.But the Sherriff had a son, a very observant, very persistent son and Raven just couldn't get close enough to strike. He was patient though, sure that one day there would be a moment.And then one day, the son decided to come snooping and Raven felt for the first time since he lost everything.
The desire for another person.
He tired to ignore it. Tried to fight it. Tried to keep the younger man at arms length.
Nothing worked and he couldn't keep himself from falling in love.
But he had to finish the job. He couldn't just break a contract.So he moved on the Sherriff and too his surprise he missed. He couldn't kill him.Raven figured that he had lost the love of his life with that single missed shot, and for a while it seemed for sure that he had.And then one day, the man he loved came back to him.

STATS

  NAME    Raven Duncan O'Donnell  NICKNAME    Rave  CODENAME    The Raven  AGE    Unknown 35  DATE OF BIRTH    Unknown April 27th  GENDER & PRONOUNS    Male, He/Him  ORIENTATION    Bisexual  WEAPON    Knives  FACECLAIM    Garrett Hedlund

PHYSICAL

  HEIGHT    6'2"  HAIR    Dirty Blonde  EYES    Blue  SCARS   
-Dara Knot brand on right shoulder
-Three gunshot scars on his torso (two through-and-through and one that doesn’t have an exit wound).
-Six stab wound scars (Two on his left arm, three on his right leg, and one on his left leg)
-About twenty other scars of various nature scattered about his toros, arms and, legs.  TATTOOS   
-Large raven on left shoulder
-"Mieczyslaw" on right hip.

BACKGROUND

  PARENTS   
-Lyle O'Donnell-Father
-Mary O'Donnell-Mother
-Unknown  SIBLINGS   
-Unknown  SIGNIFICANT OTHER   
-Mieczyslaw "Stiles" Stilinski  OCCUPATION    Assassin  HOMETOWN    Chicago, Illinois Unknown  CURRENT RESIDENCE    Chicago, Illinois  LANGUAGES   
-English
-Russian
-Spanish
-Mandarin
-Gaelic
-ASL
-Korean

Weapon Of Choice

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Ben didn’t really know what he would do after his wife was murdered.He had seen the best of humanity in the woman who had given him her life and a daughter who meant the world to him. And then the worst in the man who had taken the woman he loved away from his daughter and himself. Revenge wasn’t an option, no matter how much he wanted to use the skill the army had taught him. He couldn’t risk leaving his daughter alone.That’s when he met Ayden Lynch.
A firebrand child of 15 followed after by a quiet man who only answered to “Raven”.She understood the need for revenge and the inability to receive it. She told him she would take care of it.
A week later the man was dead, and Raven was waiting for him in his apartment. Ayden had a proposal for him, he could bring his daughter.

Ben became the left hand to Ayden, partner to Raven, and took the code name “The Hawk”.
Ayden said he could consider it payment for his revenge if that meant an ease to a veteran's conscious but he never had.
It was as much of an honor to serve Ayden as it was to serve his country. At least with Ayden he knew his little girl was taken care of if something happened to him.A few years later he found a young woman at a park, spitfire and ready to fight. Caine Hernandes didn't need anyone to look out for her, that much was obvious, but she could use at least one father figure who wasn't a complete piece of shit.A few years after Ben took Caine under his wing he and Raven stumbled on another lost child. Hayden was at the mercy of a ruthless rival group and Ben couldn't just leave him there. They "liberated" him, brought him back to the nest.
Brought him home.

STATS

  NAME    Benjamin Dewitt  NICKNAME    Ben, Benji, Benny  CODENAME    The Hawk  AGE    37  DATE OF BIRTH    October 4th  GENDER & PRONOUNS    Male, He/Him  ORIENTATION    Straight  WEAPON   
-Sniper Rifle
-Pistol
-Rifle  FACECLAIM    Charlie Hunnam

PHYSICAL

  HEIGHT    6'1"  HAIR    Blonde  EYES    Blue  SCARS   Small scar on his inner left wrist  TATTOOS   Medium Hawk on left shoulder

BACKGROUND

  PARENTS   
- Robert Dewitt-Deceased
-Jaquelin Dewitt- Deceased  SIGNIFICANT OTHER   
-Inessa Iris Morea  CHILDREN   
-Andrea "Ady" Dewitt
-Hayden Dewitt
-Caine Dewitt  OCCUPATION    Spy  HOMETOWN    Batavia, Illinois  CURRENT RESIDENCE    Chicago, Illinois  LANGUAGES   
-Korean
-English
-Russian
-Spanish
-Mandarin
-Gaelic
-ASL

Weapon of Choice

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Azreal didn't know where he came from.All he knew was the orphanage, the streets and then the Army.
Her served with Ben Dewitt, at least until he lost his lower left arm to an IED. Well it was classified as an IED.
The reality was so much worse.A friend, almost a brother, had lost his mind in the fight and decided death was better for them all then continuing in what he saw as a pointless fight. Azreal was EOD and was sent in to deal with the bomb he had left.
He thought it was disarmed.
He thought his friend would never really hurt him.
The last thing he remembered was hearing "Sorry Az."Given an honorable discharge and ejected back into a world that never made sense to him, Azreal struggled to find purpose. Struggled to cope with the loss of his arm and the way no one could help him with the more...violent urges that had always been there but had just gotten worse since getting home.
The drugs helped numb the pain, the drink kept the violence right below the surface.It was in a bar fight that Ben found Azreal again. Sprawled out on a beer soaked floor and higher than a kite. Ben brought him home, cleaned him up, waited until he was sober enough to introduce him to the boss.
And well...Azreal always did better with an order to follow.

STATS

  NAME    Azreal Strife  NICKNAME    N/A  CODENAME    The Owl  AGE    36  DATE OF BIRTH    November 3ed.  GENDER & PRONOUNS    Male, He/him  ORIENTATION    Gay  WEAPON   
-Bombs
-Boyfriend  FACECLAIM    Max Riemelt

PHYSICAL

  HEIGHT    5'11"  HAIR    Blonde  EYES    Blue  SCARS   
-Transradial Amputation of the left arm.
-Large burn scar across his left side and chest.  PIERCINGS    Hip piercings  TATTOOS   
-Horned Owl across the back of his neck and shoulders

BACKGROUND

  PARENTS    Unknown  SIBLINGS    Unknown  SIGNIFICANT OTHER   
-Dylan Hyung  OCCUPATION   
-Hazard
-Weapons Specialist  HOMETOWN    Unknown  CURRENT RESIDENCE    Chicago, Illinois  LANGUAGES   
-English
-Spanish
-German
-Gaelic.

Weapon Of Choice

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Gabriel did not know his parents.
He did not know what happened to them.
He did not care.
They had abandoned him and he did not need them.Gabriel de Vera grew up on in an orphanage and when he had enough of the abuse there, the streets. He learned to fight, learned to defend himself, learned to steal, and learned to lie. He was good at lying, good at getting into places with a few words and a dash of confidence.As he grew older he attracted the attention of various crime families for his abilities to infiltrate organizations. He could change his face, his voice, his life and then he was in. He made good money this way, stealing or killing as needed.He found his way to Tokyo. Found his way into the employment of the Yakuza. The Oyabun had misplaced two important objects.
A son and a sword.
His job was to kill the son and retrieve the sword.He didn't count on Ido Kim.  Mun Note: Gabriel is not open to shipping.   

STATS

  NAME    Gabriel De Vera  NICKNAME    Gabe  CODENAME    The Kestrel  AGE    25  DATE OF BIRTH    January 12th.  GENDER & PRONOUNS    Male, He/him  ORIENTATION    Gay  WEAPON    Karambit  FACECLAIM    Manny Jacinto

PHYSICAL

  HEIGHT    6'4"  HAIR    Black  EYES    Brown  SCARS   
-Long scar from left shoulder to left hip down the back.  PIERCINGS    Left Earlobe  TATTOOS   
-Linework Kestrel on left shoulder.
-Viper being speared on a sword down spine.
-Falling angel over heart.

BACKGROUND

  PARENTS    Unknown  SIBLINGS    Unknown  SIGNIFICANT OTHER   
-Ido Kim  OCCUPATION    Assassin Infiltrator  HOMETOWN    Manila, Philippines  CURRENT RESIDENCE    Chicago, Illinois  LANGUAGES   
-English
-Spanish
-Gaelic
-Filipino
-Japanese
-Mandarin

Weapon of Choice

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Arron was named after his grandfather.The only member of his birth family that didn't think it was weird that he didn't want to play with dolls or wear dresses. That he hated being called Maria.
The only one who knew that no amount of prayer would "fix" the fact that their precious little girl was in fact a boy.His grandfather died two years before a teacher at school had called Arron's father, concerned that his friends were helping him choose a new name. A boys name.
Coming home that day had been a nightmare. His parents had torn apart his room, found his diary, found all the ways he had been experimenting with gender expression. The next morning he was sent to The Sisters of Our Fathers Grace Camp For Troubled Teens.Conversion therapy.He lasted six months there before running away and never looking back.

Arron lived on the streets, stealing and fighting to survive. It was there that he was finally able to start expressing himself as he pleased.
Cutting his hair short and only grabbing boys clothes from the donation piles. The older Arron got the more he hated his body and it wasn't long before he took a razor to his skin about it.It was during one of these episodes that Alejandro Rivera found him. The getaway driver for The Birds had left his post to talk to the kid, only referred to him once in the feminine, had almost gotten his friends caught in an attempt to make the young man feel comfortable.
He didn't need to have tried so hard, Arron knew from the moment he respected his pronouns he was good people.Arron went with Alejandro, met his boyfriend Abraham Montero and friends. He was especially excited to meet Blue Bird, the doctor who was able to get him started on his transition.
Arron joined the Irish mob under the code name Falcon. Joined Alejandro's family as his son.And he still hasn't looked back.

STATS

  NAME    Arron Rivera  NICKNAME    N/A  CODENAME    The Falcon  AGE    21  DATE OF BIRTH    April 18th.  GENDER & PRONOUNS    Transmale, He/him  ORIENTATION    Gay  WEAPON    Twin Pistols  FACECLAIM    Iñaki Godoy

PHYSICAL

  HEIGHT    5'6"  HAIR    Black  EYES    Brown  SCARS   
-Double Incision Scars on chest
-Self harm scars on chest and hips
-Electrical burn scars around left ankle  TATTOOS   
-Falcon in flight across his left hip.
-Sugar Skull surrounded by marigolds with
"Abuelo" in a banner on right forearm.

BACKGROUND

  PARENTS   
-Alejandro Rivera-Father
-Abraham Montero-Father  SIGNIFICANT OTHER   
-Minjae Yun  OCCUPATION   
-Enforcer
-Agent of chaos.  HOMETOWN    Detroit, Michigan  CURRENT RESIDENCE    Chicago, Illinois  LANGUAGES   
-English
-Korean(learning)
-Spanish
-Gaelic

Weapon of Choice

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Andrea Dewitt could not really remember her mother.The young woman knew that her mother was strong and brave and that she loved Ady. She knew that her mother had been murdered in their home. And she knew that her father had done everything right.
He had found someone to make the men who killed her mother pay and he gave his little girl a family.Ady grew up in the Irish mob, surrounded by killers and torturers and she loved it. Her Uncle Raven introduced her to the way plants could be used to kill, her Uncle Abe taught her how to read people, Uncle Alej taught her to hotwire a car.
And her father taught her that not all family comes from blood.She was ten when Caine Hernandes became her big sister, eleven when her father started dating Inessa, and twelve when Hayden Walker became her big brother.
With the introduction of Caine into her family came a life long friend in Zariya Powell.She made the decision to follow her love of plants fostered by her second mother and went to school for Botany. She fully intended to join her families job but her father insisted she get her degree first.

STATS

  NAME    Andrea Dewitt  NICKNAME    Ady  CODENAME    The Ifrit  AGE    20  DATE OF BIRTH    May 22nd.  GENDER & PRONOUNS    Female, she/her  ORIENTATION    Bisexual(male leaning)  WEAPON   
-Poison
-Adorableness  FACECLAIM    Madison Iseman

PHYSICAL

  HEIGHT    5'3"  HAIR    Blonde  EYES    Blue  PIERCINGS    Earlobes

BACKGROUND

  PARENTS   
-Benjamin Dewitt- Father
-Mary Dewitt-Mother-Deceased
-Inessa Iris Morea-Mother  SIBLINGS   
-Hayden Dewitt
-Caine Dewitt  SIGNIFICANT OTHER   
-Tae Jeong  OCCUPATION    Student  HOMETOWN    Chicago, Illinois  CURRENT RESIDENCE    Chicago, Illinois  LANGUAGES   
-English
-Spanish
-Russian
-Gaelic

Weapon of Choice

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Asuma was never sure if the story of his family was truth or lie.If he really was given to the local Yakuza boss as a form of payment or if they had taken him instead. The only thing he knew for sure was that the Yakuza was not his family, no matter what they said. Family wouldn't treat him this way.
Wouldn't force him to learn how to fight and steal and lie.
Wouldn't try and make him into something he never wanted to be.A killer.He knew he wasn't a killer, he knew he never would be. All because of a another child that they had "taken in". Katashi was two years younger than him and would protect him from all the ways their "boss" wanted to change them.
Asuma was 8 and Katashi 6 when he stole the DNA tests, they would find their families. Find a way out of this life. What they found instead was a blessing and a damnation. He had a little brother and a father. Katashi was his to protect, especially from their father.
The leader of the Yakuza.He was proud when Katashi earned enough money to buy his freedom. Proud that his little brother had found a way out. He was heartbroken that he couldn't go with. But he knew that the boss would never let him leave.He was seventeen when he ran.
His father finally admitted it, admitted who he was. Told him his plans. Told him who he wanted Asuma to be, what he wanted him to do.
He was the successor.
Asuma knew he had to leave, knew he had to cripple his fathers organization on the way out. He stole a family heirloom, a famous blade known as the Honjo Masamune, and ran for the docks.

They tried to kill him for leaving. Shot him as he just made it onto the boat off the island. The other passengers panicked, the captain wanted to turn around. Asuma made them keep going. He knew if he went back they would kill him before he could ever reach a doctor.
He survived and made it to China and from there America.It wasn't easy, learning a new way of living. It was too easy to fall into old habits, to lie and steal and kill to get his way. No one saw him as a threat until it was too late.Except one woman, a sharp and deadly woman and the two men who shadowed her. They caught him the minute he tried to lie.
He thought she was going to kill him, recognizing the structure of a mafia as they spoke. But then she offered him a second option.
Work for her.The work wasn't at all what he thought it would be. He thought she would use him as an enforcer, the way the Yakuza had.
The Phoenix needed someone to break opponents from the inside. Someone people would not expect to be a threat.
Someone like Asuma.
He would become The Birds infiltrator , his own bird mark blending into his Yakuza tattoos to hide who he was. No one ever guessed it was him that brought them down.
And no one ever would.A few years into the work he came across a surprise. He was sent into The Saints and there was his brother. He started working on a plan to get Katashi out, the first favor he had ever asked of Ayden. She sent her son and right hand to collect him.And then they both had a surprise when Tsubaki appeared in The Nest. A sister neither of them had known existed. It was the push Asuma didn't know he needed to allow the rest of the family to finally know the truth about him and Katashi.

STATS

  NAME    Matsuda Asuma  NICKNAME    Suma  CODENAME    The Nightjar  AGE    29  DATE OF BIRTH    January 13th.  GENDER & PRONOUNS    Male, He/him  ORIENTATION    Demisexual(male leaning)  WEAPON   
-Katana Honjo Masamune
-Pistol
-Rifle  FACECLAIM    Ryunosuke Kamiki

PHYSICAL

  HEIGHT    5'6"  HAIR    Black  EYES    Brown  SCARS   
-Three bullet wounds across his back.
-Tattoo removal scar behind right ear from Saints tattoo.  PIERCINGS   
-Right Earlobe
-Left Industrial.  TATTOOS   
-Samurai covering his entire back draped in falling saukura.
-Black and white Koi fish over his left shoulder and bicep.
-Snake curling around right bicep and collar.
-Octopus curling around left thigh.
-Great Eared Nightjar on left ribs
-Bamboo by a waterfall on right calf

BACKGROUND

  PARENTS   
-Fudo Tanaka-Father
-Mother-Unknown  SIBLINGS   
-Katashi Matsuda
-Tsubaki Tanaka  SIGNIFICANT OTHER   
-Adam Seo  OCCUPATION    Infiltration Specialist  HOMETOWN    Tokyo, Japan  CURRENT RESIDENCE    Chicago, Illinois  LANGUAGES   
-Japanese
-English
-Korean
-German
-Spanish
-Mandarin
-Gaelic

Weapon of Choice

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Robert Thomson could still remember hearing his mother scream when she found his brother not breathing.
He was only three years old and no amount of CPR could bring him home.His mothers screams followed him through life. Leading him to Medical School, to being a doctor, to finding a wife, to having children, to a life well lived.
A good life.
A honest life.The children were grown when his wife, Madeline, fell ill. He was thankful for that, they were old enough to understand when she didn't get better. That medical treatments needed to be approved and verified and tested and while that happened good people died waiting. The grandkids worried him more than his own children, they were all old enough to know the sad truths of life but still...loosing a grandparent hurt.He held vigil at Madeline's bedside, speaking to her as she slept and battled the sickness that threatened to take her from him. Told her the news and the gossip. Begged her to stay.A young woman appeared in the doorway one day, flanked by two men. She didn't say much, just asked what he would do to save his wife. What he would pay.Anything apparently included joining the mob.Ayden kept her end of the bargain though, Madeline got her treatment, got better.And Doctor Thomson became the Blue Bird.

STATS

  NAME    Doctor Robert Thomson  NICKNAME    Blue  CODENAME    The Blue Bird  AGE    70  DATE OF BIRTH    June 17th.  GENDER & PRONOUNS    Male, He/him  ORIENTATION    Straight  FACECLAIM    Mandy Patinkin

PHYSICAL

  HEIGHT    6'0"  HAIR    Salt and Pepper  EYES    Brown  TATTOOS    Blue Bird on right shoulder blade.

BACKGROUND

  PARENTS   
-James Thomson -Father-Deceased
-Mirabel Thomson-Mother-Deceased  SIBLINGS   
-Thatcher Thomson-Brother-Deceased  SIGNIFICANT OTHER   
-Madeline Thomson-Wife  CHILDREN   
-Eva Hill-Howard-Daughter
-Marcus Thomson-Son  GRANDCHILDREN   
-JP Hill-Howard  OCCUPATION    Doctor  HOMETOWN    Big Rock Illinois  CURRENT RESIDENCE    Chicago, Illinois  LANGUAGES   
-English
-Spanish
-Gaelic.

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As far as Raín knew he had been born in Ireland. That the people who raised him, who trained him, who taught him to kill, were his family.
He didn't remember the man he called father breaking into an apartment. Didn't remember hearing his true father beg nor the way his true mother screamed as his father died.
He did not remember being Ryan Lynch.This was the plan of course, make sure that he would be absolutely loyal to the Company by erasing the knowledge of his true family. Brainwashing worked so well on children. They had planned to get his sister too, the Lynch family were known very well in certain circles for their talents. The Company wanted to train the best assassins from the best family. Wanted two assassins who would unquestionably follow their orders.
They missed the daughter but they gladly took the son.Raín was the perfect assassin, given the name of Ghost for his ability to leave no trace as long as he kept his temper.
No one knew exactly what would set him off, sometimes it was obvious. A flash of red hair, the smell of American Pizza, the sound of a certain pistol. Sometimes it was things less obvious and suddenly everyone else in the room was dead and Raín was sent back for reconditioning.It wasn't until he was rented out to a mob family known as The Saints to take down those trying to destroy them that he realized the truth. Memories of a sister helping him learn to write, a mother singing to him, a father smiling down at him covered in flour. A family The Company had stolen from him in their campaign to be the best.He wanted revenge. His sister would help him.  Mun Note: Raín is not open to shipping.   

STATS

  NAME    Raín Ryan Lynch  NICKNAME    Ray  CODENAME    The Penguin, Ghost  AGE    23  DATE OF BIRTH    December 25th.  GENDER & PRONOUNS    Male, He/him  ORIENTATION    Demisexual  WEAPON   
-Poison
-Pistol  FACECLAIM    Nicholas Galitzine

PHYSICAL

  HEIGHT    6'0"  HAIR    Brown  EYES    Brown  SCARS   
-Various scars across torso from training.  PIERCINGS   
-Right earlobe
-Left Rook Piercing  TATTOOS   
-Penguin holding a knife on left pectoral.
-Full black and white sleeve of flowers and leaves on left arm
-Full colored sleeve of various deadly animals on right arm
-Half leg sleeve of various weapons

BACKGROUND

  PARENTS   
Liam Lynch-Father-Deceased
Jenna Lynch-Mother-Deceased  SIBLINGS   
-Ayden Lynch-Sister  SIGNIFICANT OTHER   
-Phoenix Chu  OCCUPATION    Assassin  HOMETOWN    Cork, Ireland. Chicago, Illinois  CURRENT RESIDENCE    Chicago, Illinois  LANGUAGES   
-English
-Spanish
-Gaelic
-Russian
-Mandarin
-Korean

Weapon of Choice

RELEVENT LINKS

  Raín's Roleplays    —  Click Here  Raín's Photos    —  Click Here  Raín's Vibes    —  Click Here  Raín's Headcannons   —  Click Here

Chicago was supposed to be a fresh start.
It was supposed to be the beginning of her career.
She was supposed to find a great story.Well technically all these things were true.Athena thought that when she was hired at a small, local, tv station that she would be able to work her way up to the desk. That she would be out on the streets, interviewing people and finding out the truth.
They stuck her in front of the weather map and had her read a from a prompter. Whenever she showed any interest in the news stories the men would laugh and tell her to focus on her makeup so she'd look good on camera.
Well if they weren't going to let her have a story then she'd go out and find one of her own.It was late at night that she found one. A prostitute warned her of a man in a car offering some of the others a way to make a lot more money. He said that the one's who got in the car were never heard from again. He told her this to keep her away from them.
Athena didn't listen.She kept an eye on the car, waiting a few nights before following it back to where it had come from. Some poor soul was brought in through a backdoor and she knew in her heart this had to be some sort of high end escort service.
Something to carter to the more...inhumane needs of the cities upper echelon.
She knew she had to get in.It wasn't easy to get anyone to talk, impossible actually. Everyone was too afraid to and no matter how much she pushed and prodded and promised no one would risk it. And then a hand fell on her shoulder and she was led into a back room.

The man they gave her to was a sadist, clearly enjoying the pain he inflicted upon her. Athena didn't think she'd have the strength to withstand it, was sure she'd die as she begged him to just let her go. Promised to let the story go. Swore she'd never tell anyone about any of this. The man seemed to enjoy her screams too much to actually listen to her.
It was a miracle that she got away at all.
They were moving her somewhere when the Saints group was attacked. She couldn't see who they were, what they were doing, why they were doing it, but she took the opportunity to run.
A hand stopped her, and a voice, a woman's voice.
She sounded angry and annoyed.
The woman introduced herself as "The Phoenix" and promised Athena she'd be safe. Athena promptly laughed in her face. Said she didn't want safety, she wanted to expose them.Athena joined The Birds, taking the codename "Jackdaw". She wasn't a fighting member, didn't take missions or jobs. She ran a current events and crime news blog, operating out of the public face of The Nest.
It was all a cover of course.
She was using it all to get closer to the Saints and the people who used their services in the shadows.

STATS

  NAME    Athena Marek  NICKNAME    Thena  CODENAME    The Jackdaw  AGE    32  DATE OF BIRTH    July 23th.  GENDER & PRONOUNS    Female, she/her  ORIENTATION    Bisexual  WEAPON    The Pen  FACECLAIM    Rachel Brosnahan

PHYSICAL

  HEIGHT    5'3"  HAIR    Black  EYES    Blue  SCARS   
-Several stab wounds in left thigh
-Large scar across right ribs
-Three cigarette burns on right shoulder  PIERCINGS    Earlobes  TATTOOS    Jackdaw on left shoulder blade

BACKGROUND

  PARENTS   
-Brock Marek-Father
-Yelena Marek-Mother  OCCUPATION    Investigative Journalist  HOMETOWN    Sabula, Iowa  CURRENT RESIDENCE    Chicago, Illinois  LANGUAGES   
-English
-Spanish
-Gaelic
-Russian

Weapon of Choice

RELEVENT LINKS

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Lazarus knew the moment his sister was going to die.
He knew when she looked up at him from her hospital bed, eyes wide and scared, and said. "Grandpas coming."By the morning she was gone.He watched as his parents got a divorce, watched as his world crumbed around him. Moved out at 18, got a retail job and spent all his free time skateboarding around the city. He didn't see the point of moving forward in life anymore.
Why bother trying if the world was cruel enough to give a child of seven aggressive leukemia? If it would just take his happiness away again?In his darkest moments he wanted to die. To let that little sticker on his license mean something. But he couldn't do that to his parents. They wouldn't survive loosing a second child. He knew his mother at least would follow him, she could barely stand to be around him most days.Light came into his life again when he walked up to a random boy on a random street and gave him his phone number.
Kyubok gave him a reason to keep going. A reason to want to be happy again.

STATS

  NAME    Lazarus Blackwood  NICKNAME    Laz  CODENAME    The Pidgeon  AGE    19  DATE OF BIRTH    July 1st.  GENDER & PRONOUNS    Male, He/him  ORIENTATION    Gay  WEAPON    Boyfriend  FACECLAIM    Axel Auriant

PHYSICAL

  HEIGHT    5'9"  HAIR    Brown  EYES    Blue  SCARS    Small scars from falling on his skateboard.  TATTOOS    Pidgeon eating seeds on left wrist

BACKGROUND

  PARENTS   
-Hank Blackwood-Father
-Wynonna Blackwood-Mother  OCCUPATION    Message Runner  HOMETOWN    Rockford, Illinois  CURRENT RESIDENCE    Chicago, Illinois  LANGUAGES   
-English
-Spanish
-Korean(learning)

Weapon of Choice

RELEVENT LINKS

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Beau was sixteen years old when he was stolen off the street. The last thing he remembered was walking home and then he was alone in a basement.He wasn't alone for long.He was with that man for six months before he was sold to another, and another, and another. And when he was 18 a blond woman walked into the auction. She bought him and took him to America.She gave him to a man named Corbin and he taught him respect from fear. Then Corbin branded him and sent him into work in the club. Every time he tried to deny a client he was given back to Corbin. Every time he tried to run he was given back to Corbin.
Eventually he stopped trying.They paired him frequently with man named Kyun Minseon and through this pairing he leaned a little bit of English. Not enough to survive if he ever did manage to get away, but it was a start.
By the time he was 25 he had accepted that he was never going to be free again.It was before a job that he first met Zariya, standing in a Walgreens and wearing a ridiculous outfit. He hated the clothes they made him wear, hated how it showed the scars across his back and the top of his brand.He never thought she'd rescue them.  Mun Note: Beau is not open to shipping.   

STATS

  NAME    Beau Toussaint  NICKNAME   
-Frenchie
-French Fry  AGE    25  DATE OF BIRTH    September 1st.  GENDER & PRONOUNS    Male, He/him  ORIENTATION    Straight  WEAPON   
-Pistol  FACECLAIM    Jacob Anderson

PHYSICAL

  HEIGHT    6'4"  HAIR    Black  EYES    Brown  SCARS   
-Saints brand on right font pelvic area.
-Various scars across his back from punishments  TATTOOS    Light purple viper going up his spine into a royal purple bird.

BACKGROUND

  PARENTS   
-Louis Toussaint-Father
-Adeline Toussaint-Mother  SIGNIFICANT OTHER   
-Zariya Powell  OCCUPATION    Enforcer  HOMETOWN    Saint-Émilion, France  CURRENT RESIDENCE    Chicago, Illinois  LANGUAGES   
-French
-English

Weapon of Choice

RELEVENT LINKS

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Felet Drake was not wanted.The only reason he was born and kept was because his mother didn’t believe in abortions or adoptions. She was raised in the belief that you keep your mistakes. And that's what she saw the baby as.
A mistake.Once Felet was old enough to be left alone she kept him locked in the spare room, depriving him of even the most basic human contact for 11 years. It was pure luck that someone saw him looking out the window when his mother was gone, pure luck that they were suspicious enough to call someone.
Or so the system thought.Felet hated being in the world, hated the crowds and the noise. But he tried. He always tried. He went to school, tried to catch up to his peers, tried to be normal. He didn’t mind being shuttled between foster families for three years, he was used to not being wanted. Used to adults looking at him like a burden rather than a child.
He learned to steal at the second foster home, to pick a lock at the fourth, to pick pockets at the tenth. by the time he was sixteen he could break into anywhere and steal anything. This earned him friends, a boyfriend even.
Felet was happy.Then one night he stayed out too late "studying" with his boyfriend Max and missed curfew. He knew what would be waiting for him, a locked door and a cold night sleeping under the tree in the backyard. Max dropped him off at the curb, kissed him goodnight. Felet didn't know that his homophobic foster father was waiting for him at the window.
He was just settling down to sleep when he heard his name. There was a moment of hope, that maybe he would be forgiven for being late and allowed to come inside. He sat up, turning towards the house.
And then there was a loud crack and a crushing pain in his chest.None of the EMT's, ER Nurses, or Doctors knew how Felet has survived a bullet to the center of his chest. A bullet that missed his heart by a centimeter and lodged itself next to his spine.

When Felet first woke up he wasn't aware of anything except pain. He fought his way back into the waking world and suddenly there was fear. A man was yelling in the hall. Screaming that he was was the states problem so they could pay for him. That no one would even care if the "little faggot" died anyway.
His foster father.
The man who had attempted to kill him.
Who had stood over him as he bled and told him that freaks like him deserved to die.
Panic took over him and he ran. Dodged the doctors and nurses, ignored the blood seeping through his hospital gown.He just knew he had to get away.Felet managed to steal a wallet and found a motel that didn't ask questions. He collapsed on the bed, sobbing from the pain and fear.
And then the remote threw itself across the room. And then the tv exploded. And then a voice growled inside his head, telling him that he had escaped death and the scales must be balanced. The housekeeper found him before the voice made him finish the noose.He lived as long as he could off stolen wallets and purses, always running from the voice that sometimes took over his body. Every time he lost control he tried to kill himself. He grew to hate the roughly healed scar on his chest, hated being reminded that he was a hate crime victim. That now that was all he would ever be. So he tried to reclaim his own body, decided to get his nipples pierced. But he didn't have enough money on him and then piercer, a man named Donovan, suggested an alterative payment. Felet could "earn" his piercings by letting the man fuck him. It didn't matter to Donovan that Felet was only 16.It was after that that Felet started working the streets. He found a family in a young man a few years older than him named Titus. Titus looked after him, kept the worst of the johns off him, kept Donovan away from him for as long as he could. But eventually Donovan caught on and sold Titus to a friend.
And then there was no one left to protect him.Felet was forced to work under Donovan, forced from state to state with nothing of his own accept a mother of pearl knife he stole and a red flannel Titus had given him on their last night together. Eventually he ended up in Chicago where he worked the bars every night.
At least until the night he met Mason Van Buskirk. He forgot about working, forgot about making money for Donovan. Mason made him feel safe in a way no one ever had, made him feel like he could be something more than just someone's whore.He never expected to see the man again. And he certainly didn't expect Mason to show up at Donovan's piercing shop the next day.

STATS

  NAME    Felet Drake  NICKNAME   
-Fee
-Whore
-Poltergeist  AGE    20  DATE OF BIRTH    January 31st.  GENDER & PRONOUNS    Male, He/him  ORIENTATION    Gay  WEAPON   
-Mother of Pear Switchblade
-Pistol
-Abilities when controllable.  FACECLAIM    Jack Wolfe

PHYSICAL

  HEIGHT    5'5"  HAIR    Brown  EYES    Brown  SCARS   
-Ragged bullet wound in the center of his chest.
-Two inch long scar over right shoulder.
-Bite mark on left hip.  PIERCINGS    Nipples  TATTOOS   
-Snake coiled on left pectoral striking at his chest scar
-Anatomical spine and ribs surrounded by flowering vines going up his back and back of neck

BACKGROUND

  PARENTS   
"Do I need to claim her as my mother?"  SIBLINGS   
-Titus Pugh  SIGNIFICANT OTHER   
Mason Van Buskirk  OCCUPATION   
-Thief
-Runner
-Menace  HOMETOWN    Tuscon, Arizona  CURRENT RESIDENCE    Chicago, Illinois  LANGUAGES    English

RELEVENT LINKS

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The group known as The First Serpents was not an ideal place to be raised.They didn't call themselves a cult, that was the government.
They didn't call themselves terrorists, that was also the government.
They called themselves a militia.
They said they were allowed under the Second Amendment.
They didn't see anything wrong with brainwashing the children they kidnapped.Achilles didn't know he had been kidnapped until he was six, when suddenly he had a younger brother and his parents told him that the little boy would do better under their care then those that allowed him to be taken.
This had led to questions being asked. Which had led to punishments. Which had led to tattoos that lined his arms.He was trained in how to use any gun he could get his hands on, learned to keep his head down, learned to keep his opinions to himself.
He was happy.
That is until someone tried to out his younger brother.
Being gay was not allowed. Being gay was seen as being of the world. Being gay got you kicked out of The First Serpents. He couldn't let that happen to Tommy.So he took the fall. He said it was him.
He couldn't let them throw his little brother into the world with nothing and no one. He could survive out there. Tommy could not.
So he took the fall and he let himself be thrown from the only world he had ever known.
He found work at a coffee shop known as "The Grind", found an apartment to live in, and tried to make himself happy again.It was a chance meeting that brought him to his true home. A coworkers friend needed picked up and Jae Minseon had drawn the short straw. She was beautiful and deadly and for whatever reason she was interested in him. Jae introduced him to the rest of her family, The Vipers, and before too long he had earned Scales of his own.

STATS

  NAME    Achilles Handcock  NICKNAME   
-Wrangler
-Chili  AGE    25  DATE OF BIRTH    June 21st.  GENDER & PRONOUNS    Male, He/him  ORIENTATION    Straight  WEAPON    Anything with a trigger  FACECLAIM    Austin Butler

PHYSICAL

  HEIGHT    6'0"  HAIR    Blonde  EYES    Blue  SCARS   
-Ring of scars around left ankle/calf from a bear trap.
-X brand on left shoulder.  TATTOOS   
-Three black bars across right wrist.
-Two crossed rifles on left shoulder.
-Yellow and Red Flag on right forearm
-Yellow and Red Holly with the name "Thomas" between the petals on right forearm.
-Red Viper curling around his brand

BACKGROUND

  PARENTS   
-William Handcock-Father
-Naomi Handcock-Mother  SIBLINGS   
Thomas Handcock-Younger Brother
Nova Handcock-Younger Sister  SIGNIFICANT OTHER   
-Jae Minseon  OCCUPATION   
-Barista
-Enforcer
-Madison Wrangler  HOMETOWN    Alvin, Wisconsin  CURRENT RESIDENCE    Chicago, Illinois  LANGUAGES   
-English
-Korean

Weapon of Choice

RELEVENT LINKS

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Levi always wanted to be a cop.
He had fallen in love with the cop dramas his mother watched, convinced that they were the best of humanity.
Three years working for the FBI changed that.He saw the corruption, the racism, the bias. The way then men and women he worked with allowed the system to corrupt them. Not all of them, not even most, but enough of them that it made the job just that much harder to stick with.
But he did. For the people he could help and the lives he could save.
Every day he swallowed his pride, allowed himself to be used as a weapon by the government.
All for the sake of helping whatever few people he could.He stayed for five years before everything came down.
He was assigned to a team trying to take down what they thought was a money laundering scheme. Sent into the club to do recon. It was obvious the second he walked through the door that this was not money laundering.
This was human trafficking.
Levi did his job, started investigating.
He did not expect to fall in love.He also did expect his superiors to tell him to drop the case when he brought it too them.
No matter the evidence he placed in front of them they would not budge.
But he couldn't leave Kyun there. Couldn't leave the man he loved with people who were selling him, hurting him. He had to do something.

He went to his oldest friend in the world, Arnaldo Nunes Rosa, a first class lawyer to try and find any way to get Kyun out.
And while they worked behind his bosses backs he kept going to see Kyun.
He ran through most of his savings seeing Kyun but it was worth it to see the man smile, hear his laugh, feel his touch.
And then one day he was told he was gone. The bartender made it seem like the people who had taken Kyun had killed him.
And then someone came and took the bartender and someone mentioned how "The Birds" and "The Vipers" took another one. How horrible it was that they killed anyone they took.
He followed them, determined to get answers and if they had killed Kyun...the law be damned.He was caught almost instantly and thrown in a cell, sure he was going to be killed. He was surprised when Kyun came to the cell instead.
Divon gave him a choice, leave the FBI and join The Vipers to pay for the damages he caused breaking in or Kyun would kill him.The choice was an easy one to make. He'd never do anything to cause Kyun pain.
So he resigned his post, joined The Vipers, and never looked back.  Mun Note: Levi is not open to shipping.   

STATS

  NAME    Levi Wold  NICKNAME    Little Wolf  AGE    32  DATE OF BIRTH    November 4th.  GENDER & PRONOUNS    Male, He/him  ORIENTATION    Bisexual  WEAPON    Pistol  FACECLAIM    Joe Keery

PHYSICAL

  HEIGHT    6'3"  HAIR    Brown  EYES    Brown  SCARS    Thin scar across stomach.  TATTOOS    Black and white viper coiled around red flowers on his forearm.

BACKGROUND

  PARENTS   
-Richard Wolf-Father
-Jenna Wolf-Mother  SIGNIFICANT OTHER   
-Kyun Minseon  OCCUPATION   
-Enforcer
-Public Relations  HOMETOWN    Boston Massachusetts  CURRENT RESIDENCE    Chicago, Illinois  LANGUAGES   
-English
-Spanish
-German
-Korean

Weapon of Choice

RELEVENT LINKS

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Growing up Dove wanted to be a writer. She loved to create worlds in her head, loved to imagine characters and relationships and enemies. Her home town helped shape her imagination, the history and legends inspiring her daydreams.
She never knew how much her daydreams would help her survive.She moved to England after high school, having managed to get a scholarship to Cambridge University for their creative writing program. She could still remember her parents proud faces, the way her father lifted her up in his hug. Her mothers instance that she call every single night.
Both their insistence that she be safe, that she keep her wits about her.
She never imagined that she would drugged and kidnapped.She didn't remember much about the early days, just being passed around a club. They kept her drunk enough that she couldn't remember any faces or names.She stayed with them for a while, later learning that it was two years, before being sold to a man who kept her for six months and then sold her again to a man named Jericho.
She was branded and sent into the club to work, always looking for an escape route. The Saints liked their people at least mostly sober for their jobs. This left her able to think, able to plan.
It was her escort who fucked up. He stopped paying attention just long enough for her to run. She knew he'd most likely be killed, she didn't care. She knew what they would do to her if they caught her. It didn't matter.
She wanted out.
She wanted to be free again.They never managed to catch her.Freedom eluded her though, she was always looking over her shoulder. Always ready to run. She knew she should go home, that her parents had to be worried sick about her. But she couldn't make herself face them again. They had told her to be careful, told her to be safe, and she had failed them.
How could she go home and ask for their forgiveness?

STATS

  NAME    Dove Tyser  NICKNAME   
-Baby Doll
-Little Dove  AGE    26  DATE OF BIRTH    October 30th  GENDER & PRONOUNS    Female, she/her  ORIENTATION    Straight  WEAPON    Sass  FACECLAIM    Elizabeth Lail

PHYSICAL

  HEIGHT    5'1"  HAIR    Blonde  EYES    Blue  SCARS   
-Six vertical cuts over a Saints brand
-Manacles scars around both wrists  PIERCINGS    Earlobes  TATTOOS    Kawaii floral viper tattoo on upper left thigh

BACKGROUND

  PARENTS   
-Henry George Tyser-Father
-Amelia Tyser-Mother  SIGNIFICANT OTHER   
-Katashi Tanaka  OCCUPATION    Hooker  HOMETOWN    Sleepy Hollow, New York  CURRENT RESIDENCE    Chicago, Illinois  LANGUAGES   
-English
-Spanish
-German
-Korean

RELEVENT LINKS

  Dove's Roleplays    —  Click Here  Dove's Photos    —  Click Here  Dove's Vibes    —  Click Here  Dove's Headcannons   —  Click Here

The first time Elijah realized the man raising him wasn't his father he was four.
The man made sure he was aware that he was abandoned here by his mother. That he was only being raised by the man out of the goodness of the mans heart.It was all a lie.The first time he remembered being abused by the man he was five. It had snowed the night before and all Eli wanted to do was play in the fluff. The man wanted him to train. He refused. And so the man tied him to a tree over night.The man wanted him to know how to survive, was convinced the world was ending. The training was important. He taught Elijah any fighting style he could learn. He taught him how to use any weapon with a trigger. He taught him to lie. To steal. To hunt.To kill.He was seven the first time he killed anyone. The man told him she was a thief. She had tried to take what was his. She was crying for her son. Begging to be given her son back. Sometimes he still wakes in the middle of the night screaming to the sound of a single gun shot.The first time he remembered being sold he was 13. He had woken up to a stranger on top of him, had tried to fight but the man was just too big. The next morning the man had told him that he had "Earned" them a crate of explosives.
Elijah spent the rest of the week training. No one would ever hurt him again. The man, once he realized this was why Elijah was training so hard, took to drugging him for each rape.

The first time the man raped him it was his 14th birthday. He knew it was coming. He had all but been told it would happen. He couldn't make it stop. The man had drugged him just enough so that he couldn't fight but not enough to be completely unconscious. The man wanted to be able to hear his reactions to the assault.He killed three more people with the man, dealing with the emotions of taking a life by almost killing himself training. The man looked on him with pride each and every time.The cops believed the story he told them.
Why would they not? The man was crazy and it made sense that he would have walked into one of his own trip wires. Would have blown his own head off.Only Elijah knew the truth. Knew how the man had sobbed, had begged. How he had offered him freedom and money and anything. Only Elijah knew how he had laughed at those tears as he curled the mans hands around the gun and made him pull the trigger.He left the city, left the state, traveled in a self destructive spiral until he got to Chicago. He decided this was as good a place to die as any.
He totaled the car he stole, slamming it into a tree. He should have died. But instead he woke up in a hospital bed with a man waiting for him.He'll never tell River Song how he saved his life. He knows he doesn't need to.
The boss knows all.  Mun Note: Eli is not open to shipping.   

STATS

  NAME    Elijah Riker  NICKNAME    Eli  AGE    27  DATE OF BIRTH    March 27th.  GENDER & PRONOUNS    Male, He/him  ORIENTATION    Gay  WEAPON   
-Pistol
-Rifle
-Rocket Launcher  FACECLAIM    Nolan Gerard Funk

PHYSICAL

  HEIGHT    6'0"  HAIR    Brown  EYES    Blue  SCARS   
-Three inch long gash along right ribs
-Burn on inner left elbow
-Bullet wound on left thigh
-Y.G. carved into right inner thigh  PIERCINGS    Tongue  TATTOOS   
-Wolf wearing a tactical jacket with a gun on his left ribs
-Linework eastern style dragon flying through lilac clouds over his heart

BACKGROUND

  PARENTS   
-Yancy Georgeson-Father-Deceased
Unknown  SIBLINGS    Unknown  SIGNIFICANT OTHER   
-Yong Bai  CHILDREN   
Malachi Blake  OCCUPATION   
-Weapons Specialist
-Enforcer  HOMETOWN    Jackson, Wyoming  CURRENT RESIDENCE    Chicago, Illinois  LANGUAGES   
-English
-Spanish
-German
-Polish
-Japanese
-Korean
-Mandarin
-Vietnamese

RELEVENT LINKS

  Eli's Roleplays    —  Click Here  Eli's Photos    —  Click Here  Eli's Vibes    —  Click Here  Eli's Headcannons   —  Click Here

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Weapon of Choice

Nova didn't really care when her parents died. The First Serpents would take care of her until she was old enough to marry.
And they did, they placed her with the Handcock's after their eldest son fell into the world.He first role in the family was to tend to her new brother Thomas after his punishment. She didn't ask him about Achilles but he told her anyway. He said he wanted her to know that their brother was a good man.Her new family married her off once she was old enough. Her new husband was a good man by the standing of the community.
And by their standing alone.
He was a drunk, abusive in every way, and more often than not infuriated with his new wife's "unwillingness" to have sex with him. He punished her for it, Nova hiding the scars under long sleaves and bruises behind tales of tips and falls.She knew Tommy didn't believe her. She could see it every time Tommy looked at her husband.When the government came for them her husband ran to fight back but Tommy ran to her.
He got her out
He promised her safety.
Together they ran to the world and to a place called The Grind where their brother apparently worked.

STATS

  NAME    Nova Handcock  NICKNAME    Nove  AGE    21  DATE OF BIRTH    September 15th.  GENDER & PRONOUNS    Female, She/her  ORIENTATION    Demisexual  WEAPON   
-Observation
-Older brothers  FACECLAIM    Daisy Edgar-Jones

PHYSICAL

  HEIGHT    5'7"  HAIR    Brown  EYES    Brown  SCARS    Cigarette burns on right arm.  PIERCINGS    Earlobes  TATTOOS    Sleeping wolf on right ribs

BACKGROUND

  PARENTS   
William Handcock-Father
Naomi Handcock-Mother  SIBLINGS   
-Achilles Handcock
-Tommy Handcock  OCCUPATION    Negotiator  HOMETOWN    Alvin, Wisconsin  CURRENT RESIDENCE    Chicago, Illinois  LANGUAGES    English

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There wasn't a day that Tommy could think of that his big brother wasn't there for him.Achilles was always there, always protecting him, helping him. Keeping him safe.
Until the day he wasn't.Tommy could still remember the day that Achilles sat him down out in the woods. They were meant to be hunting, meant to "honing their skills", but Achilles said it was important. He said that some of the other men had found out about him. Tommy denied everything, venomously denied that he was gay. He wasn't. That was wrong and of the world and it would get him removed.
He couldn't be gay.
He wouldn't be gay.He didn't think Achilles would take the fall for him.His parents took in an orphaned child the day after Achilles was removed, a young woman named Nova. She had been a natural born member, her parents having fallen ill and dying a few months before. She was their "replacement" for Achilles "disgrace".
The next day Tommy was punished for lying, for hiding his brothers sins. He was whipped ten times for hiding and ten more as a reminder to the community the cost of harboring those who broke the rules.
Nova had tended to him and he told her all about their elder brother.When the raids happened he took Nova and ran.
They had to find Achilles. He would protect them.

STATS

  NAME    Thomas Handcock  NICKNAME   
-Tommy
-Tom  AGE    21  DATE OF BIRTH    May 3rd  GENDER & PRONOUNS    Male, He/Him  ORIENTATION    Gay(closeted)  WEAPON    Assault Rifle  FACECLAIM    Ben Hardy

PHYSICAL

  HEIGHT    5'10"  HAIR    Blonde  EYES    Blue  SCARS    Whipping scars across his back.  TATTOOS   
-Howling wolf on right ribs.
-Dueling elks on right ankle.
-Yellow and Red Flag on right forearm.

BACKGROUND

  PARENTS   
William Handcock-Father
Naomi Handcock-Mother  SIBLINGS   
-Achilles Handcock
-Nova Handcock  SIGNIFICANT OTHER   
-Yesung Kim  OCCUPATION    Runner  HOMETOWN    Alvin, Wisconsin  CURRENT RESIDENCE    Chicago, Illinois  LANGUAGES    English

Weapon of Choice

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Max didn't realize how good he had it. His parents were together, he had his own room and his own yard and no one ever hurt him. He never had to worry where the next meal was coming from of or if he'd have water in the morning.
He never knew that was something people worried about.Not until he met Felet Drake.Felet was a freshman and Max a sophomore, it was orientation and Max had volunteered to be a "tour chaperone" and Felet was in his group. Max couldn't take his eyes off the smaller boy.
And then Felet stole his keys with a grin.They dated through the year, over the summer and then into the next year. It was during this second year that it happened.
Max had taken Felet home one night after a date, had kissed him goodnight, watched as his boyfriend walked around the back of the house and driven away.And then his boyfriend went missing.

Max could never get the full story but the rumor mill went crazy.
Felet's foster father was arrested and charged with attempted murder.
All official sources just said that Felet Drake disappeared from the hospital.
The unofficial sources said that the foster father had finished the job before being arrested and had dumped the boy in the desert or in Silverbell Lake.It didn't matter to Max.
His boyfriend was gone.The questions started later that year, why some people had the worst luck. Why some people had everything and others were given the short end of the stick over and over again.
And how did one help those people.He decided to go to medical school, focusing on neurology and psychology. He wanted to understand how trauma could affect the brain.
How to fix it.

STATS

  NAME    Maximilian Thorne  NICKNAME   
-Max
-Maxxy  AGE    21  DATE OF BIRTH    December 12th.  GENDER & PRONOUNS    Male, He/him  ORIENTATION    Gay  WEAPON   
-Words
-Knowledge of pressure points  FACECLAIM    Owen Joyner

PHYSICAL

  HEIGHT    5'11"  HAIR    Blonde  EYES    Blue  TATTOOS   
Small linework wolf tattoo on left ribs.

BACKGROUND

  PARENTS   
-Jonathan Thorne-Father
-Jenna Thorne-Mother  SIGNIFICANT OTHER   
-Salem Whittaker  OCCUPATION   
-Medical Student
-Mob Doctor  HOMETOWN    Tucson, Arizona  CURRENT RESIDENCE    Chicago, Illinois  LANGUAGES   
-English
-Spanish
-Korean

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Oliver hadn't meant to come out to his parents, they weren't supposed to be home. He was talking to his best friend that he thought he might be genderfluid on top of being bisexual. His father had torn the phone from his hand, throwing it across the room and letting it break against the wall before starting in on his son.
His mother had stayed sitting on the couch, letting the abuse happen just as she always did.It was six week in the basement before he managed to start the fire. It was meant to just be a way to get out, the firemen would hear him screaming for help and they would free him and maybe...maybe he would be taken from his parents. He hadn't expected it to spread as quickly as it did, hadn't expected to have a beam fall on him.When Oliver woke up in the hospital the police were waiting for him, they wanted to know how the fire started. Where. When. Why the door had a lock on the outside. He didn't hide anything, admitted to it all. Told the police that he'd accept jail time if it meant he didn't have to live with his family any more. That's when they told him the truth. His parents hadn't made it out of the fire.
He had killed them.The police didn't press charges, it was deemed self defense and he was set loose on the world. Not that he could do much with the burn still healing on his back and only 17. He finished school, then finished collage, then moved to Chicago when he realized he needed to be away from everything.
It was in Chicago that he started his own detective agency, mostly cheating husbands and runaway kids. But then one day a young man came to his door with an interesting opportunity and all it would cost him was a space of skin on his hip.

STATS

  NAME    Oliver Dickenson  NICKNAME    Oli  AGE    30  DATE OF BIRTH    December 15th  GENDER & PRONOUNS    Genderfluid, He/him  ORIENTATION    Bisexual  WEAPON    Pistol  FACECLAIM    Sean Teale

PHYSICAL

  HEIGHT    6'1"  HAIR    Black  EYES    Brown  SCARS   
Large burn scar across his back  TATTOOS    Four headed Hydra on right hip.

BACKGROUND

  PARENTS   
"They don't matter."  SIGNIFICANT OTHER   
-San Byun  OCCUPATION    Private Investigator  HOMETOWN    Queens, New York  CURRENT RESIDENCE    Chicago, Illinois  LANGUAGES    English, Spanish, Korean.

Weapon of Choice

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Ray loved his mother. She was all he had.Their life wasn't easy, his father had abandoned them when Felicity told him about Ray. She had to work three jobs just to put food on the table. Ray could tell that she felt guilty that she wasn't home more.
He was seventeen when he started racing, trying to bring in money so that his mother could rest. He knew it was dangerous, knew that at best he could be arrested and at worse he could die. But it was worth it to make enough money to allow his mother to quit her third and then second job.
They had two months together before she died.
Cancer the doctors said, she knew they told him. Refused treatment because they couldn't afford it. She allowed herself to waste away so that he could continue to have a home.
Ray would have rather had his mother.He left Tombstone after the funeral, kept driving until he couldn't anymore. He crashed in a race just outside of Chicago, slamming his car into a concrete pillar after loosing control on a turn. The crash messed up his shoulder, leaving him unable to race as he dodged the polices questions. They wanted to know why he was out there, what he was doing, who he was with. He refused to answer, just let them come to the conclusion that he was just trying to kill himself.He found work when a young man named Ryung So visited him in the hospital. He had been there during the race and thought he had skills. The man told him they would pay for his hospital bills, buy him a new car, let him race, and all he would have to do is occasionally act as a get away driver.

STATS

  NAME    Ray Kemp  NICKNAME    Diesel  AGE    23  DATE OF BIRTH    November 13th.  GENDER & PRONOUNS    Male, he/him  ORIENTATION    Gay  WEAPON    Dodge SRT Hellcat  FACECLAIM    James Paxton

PHYSICAL

  HEIGHT    6'3"  HAIR    Blonde  EYES    Blue  SCARS   
-Various scars on hands from working on cars.
-Large scar across left shoulder from a crash.  TATTOOS    Two headed Hydra on right hip.

BACKGROUND

  PARENTS   
-Felicity Kemp-Mother-Deceased  SIGNIFICANT OTHER   
-Tsukuyomi  HOMETOWN    Tombstone, Arizona  CURRENT RESIDENCE    Chicago, Illinois  LANGUAGES   
-English
-Spanish

Weapon of Choice

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Galen knew from the time he was six years old he wanted to be a doctor. He remembered trying to "fix" his toys, his mother, his father, and anyone who held still long enough.
He knew from the day he turned eight that he liked boys the way everyone told him he should like girls.He grew up watching the country come apart over the AIDs epidemic, watching his mother and father volunteer their time at shelters and hospice centers. Watching his father contract the disease. Watching him die.
It would have been easy for his mother to turn on the community, to blame them for her husbands death. Galen was terrified of it happening, but she just sat him down and asked him how she could turn on her own son.He went to Medical School after High School, determined to prove everyone wrong. The gays were not throw away members of society, AIDs was not sent by God to erase them. They were people, valued and needed people.
It took three years into the job to prove himself wrong.He wasn't sure when it happened, or how, only knew that one day he woke up with beer spilled over his carpet and an empty bottle of stolen pills on his chest. He had become addicted to pain killers, stole them from work, wrote his own prescriptions, did anything it took.
Even working for the mob.

Duri So was fair, medical services for pills. He couldn't work high but the minute he was done he was given a bottle and the door. This worked well for Galen for a while until one day he lost control. He blacked out and when he woke up there was blood on his hands, his face, his apartment. There was a gun in his hand and a body under him. The face was unrecognizable. He wasn't shot. He was beaten to death.
Galen did the only thing he could think of, the only thing that wouldn't ruin his life.
He called Duri.Hydra covered the whole thing up, made sure it would never lead back to him, but the feeling of blood dripping down his face haunted Galen. He admitted to the drug use, and theft, let them take his license, got clean. Duri kept him busy, running from patient to patient to try and keep his mind off his guilt. It didn't help that Galen refused to fight back any time the patients became hostile.
When he was told he was getting a nurse, Galen accepted it. An extra set of hands would be nice. He hadn't expected a body guard as part of the deal.
Nor did he expect to fall for the younger man.He was willing to let it go, willing to let his feelings be unreciprocated. But then someone attacked Ki in their office and he almost lost him.They had been together for four years now.  Mun Note: Galen is not open to shipping.   

STATS

  NAME    Galen Dupont  NICKNAME   
-Gale
-Doc  AGE    42  DATE OF BIRTH    November 16th  GENDER & PRONOUNS    Male, He/him  ORIENTATION    Gay  WEAPON    Medicine  FACECLAIM    Noah Wyle

PHYSICAL

  HEIGHT    6'1"  HAIR    Graying Brown  EYES    Brown  SCARS    Small scars all over hands, arms, and face from refusing to fight back  TATTOOS   
Seven headed Hydra on right hip.

BACKGROUND

  PARENTS   
Frank Dupont-Father, deceased.
Heather Dupont-Mother.  SIGNIFICANT OTHER   
-Ki Im  OCCUPATION   
-Doctor
-Pacifists  HOMETOWN    Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania  CURRENT RESIDENCE    Chicago, Illinois  LANGUAGES   
-English
-Spanish
-Korean
-German

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Dylan couldn't remember a time where he wasn't fighting for something.
Fighting for the first kiss goodnight, fighting for the last slice of pizza, fighting to keep his brother and him together in the foster care system after the accident.
They had been six when no one came to pick them up from school, Ryan holding onto his jacket sleeve as the teachers glanced at them with worried faces. Finally they started to call, Dylan and Ryan sitting in the too big office chairs as they waited for their mother or father to show up.
A police officer showed up instead.It had been hard to grow up with out mom and dad, especially after the system started trying to separate them. It was easier to find homes for single kids and not siblings.
That was the start of Dylan fighting for real. Allowing himself to be labeled a problem child if they took him from his brother, he would leave scratches and bruises on anyone who even suggested separating them. Soon their case worker figured it out and people stop suggesting it.
At least till high school.
Ryan was a good student, would probably get into collage on scholarship.
Dylan still fought ever chance he got, he didn't know how to do anything else.
His brothers guidance counselor was the first in a long time to suggest letting Ryan go out on his own. He was the very first to suggest that Dylan was holding his brother back.
At first Dylan hadn't wanted to believe it, they were all they had in the whole world. But then Ryan got caught up in a fight and ended up sitting in a police station.
Maybe that councilor was right.When he brought that up to Ryan his brother punched him in the face.

That one fight ruined Ryan's chance at a scholarship. Apparently they don't want to give money to a "dangerous sort" and Dylan felt horrible. His brother was the good one. His brother deserved to be able to go to collage and become the lawyer he was meant to be. Ryan always told him they would figure it out, get shark loans or work seven jobs or both.
That is when he first started going to the fight clubs. Winning meant money.
Lots of money.
If he won enough times he could pay for his brother to go to collage and then law school. He had to.It was at the clubs when he first met Duri So. The man had taken an interest in him, said he had talent, and asked him if he'd like to make some real money. Dylan hadn't hesitated to say yes.He worked his way up the ranks from enforcer to trusted body guard, earning hydra heads along the way. He hadn't hid the truth of his job from Ryan, just insisted that he was still just protecting his brother.

STATS

  NAME    Dylan Alstone  NICKNAME    Dyl  AGE    33  DATE OF BIRTH    May 28th  GENDER & PRONOUNS    Male, He/him  ORIENTATION    Bisexual  WEAPON    Fists  FACECLAIM    Logan Lerman

PHYSICAL

  HEIGHT    5'8"  HAIR    Black  EYES    Blue  SCARS    Six inch gash along right side  TATTOOS    Four headed Hydra on right hip.

BACKGROUND

  PARENTS   
-Martin Alstone-Father-Deceased.
-Annabelle Alstone-Mother-Deceased  SIBLINGS    Ryan Alstone  OCCUPATION    Bodyguard  HOMETOWN    Yorkville, Illinois  CURRENT RESIDENCE    Chicago, Illinois  LANGUAGES   
-English
-Spanish
-Korean

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Ryan couldn't remember a time that he didn't think his elder twin wasn't the coolest person he knew.
Dylan took everything to be a fight and threw everything he had into winning. Ryan never begrudged his brother his wins, the losses were worth it to see him grinning.
He never thought that their perfect life would end.
They had been six when no one came to pick them up from school, Ryan held onto Dylan's jacket sleeve as the teachers glanced at them and whispered. Finally they started to call, Dylan and Ryan sitting in the too big office chairs as they waited for their mother or father to show up.
A police officer showed up instead.Ryan had never been the type of person to fight for himself. He always let Dylan fight for him. Fight to keep them together, fight to keep him safe in the homes, fight to protect. Ryan found his strength in his words. He could make a good argument for something when he put his mind to it. Dylan always thought it was just because the social worker figured out he wouldn't stop injuring people, but no. It was Ryan pointing out that his brother was just trying to keep the family together and why was that so bad? Surely there had to be a way if they just looked.
The social worker was the first person to point out he should be a lawer.
He wouldn't be the last.
High school wasn't easy. He just wanted to get good grades, maybe do well enough in extra curriculars, to get a good scholarship. Dylan made it...hard. His brother couldn't stop fighting after fighting for so long. But Ryan knew they'd get through it all. Just like they had gotten through everything else.
The fight had been unexpected, they had just been walking home when someone hit him from behind. He heard Dylan growl in anger and the sounds of a fight around him. A hand grabbed him and he threw his elbow back on instinct, breaking his assailants nose.
That landed him sitting right next to his brother at the station.

He really hadn't meant to punch Dylan in the face when his brother suggested that Ryan should distance himself. He really didn't. But that idea was just so incredibly stupid.
Ryan knew his brother felt terrible about "ruining" his chance at a scholarship but he didn't care. He needed his brother.
Besides, they'd just work hard and make it work. Just like they had for everything they had.Ryan hated knowing that Dylan was fighting for money, hated that his brother came home bruised and bloody. But it got him through school.
And then it got him a job.
Dylan introduced him to Duri So and Chul Byun.A paralegal wasn't a lawyer. But it paid well enough that he could start saving to actually go to law school.

STATS

  NAME    Ryan Alstone  NICKNAME    Ry  AGE    33  DATE OF BIRTH    May 28th.  GENDER & PRONOUNS    Male, He/him  ORIENTATION    Straight  WEAPON    Twin Brother  FACECLAIM    Logan Lerman

PHYSICAL

  HEIGHT    5'8"  HAIR    Black  EYES    Blue  TATTOOS    Five headed Hydra on left hip.

BACKGROUND

  PARENTS   
-Martin Alstone-Father-Deceased.
-Annabelle Alstone-Mother-Deceased  SIBLINGS   
Dylan Alstone  OCCUPATION    Paralegal  HOMETOWN    Yorkville, Illinois  CURRENT RESIDENCE    Chicago, Illinois  LANGUAGES   
-English
-Spanish
-Korean

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John had always known that one day he would be homeless.His father has always been abusive to him and his mother and he watched as his mother retreated into drugs and drink. Her impaired states never stopped his fathers beatings.
His own beatings were for doing completely normal things for a child, leaving toys out, not finishing dinner, scrapping his knees, ripping his clothes.
He learned early that anything and everything could lead his fathers rage.He was fifteen when he learned that rage could be genetic.He came to to his mothers screams, covered in blood, a claw hammer in hand and his fathers mangled corpse at his feet. He couldn't remember anything, just his father screaming about his homework being on the table and then...nothing. The panic didn't have time to manifest properly as his mother began screaming at him.
Despite everything she still loved his father. And John had killed him.
Brutally and viciously.
And he felt...nothing.John ran, leaving everything behind except the hammer and the clothes on his back. He couldn't get it out of his head. He had felt nothing. Had beaten his father with a hammer so badly that he was unrecognizable and he felt nothing.
No...there was something there.
Pride.He figured out the ways to survive on the streets, learned to lie, learned to put on a mask of a sweet, slightly bumbling fool. He played cards, used this mask to hide his cheating. Anyone who discovered the truth met the hammer he always kept on his person. Sometimes he'd black out again, the rage taking over until his victims were just a pile of flesh and blood and bones.

It was a bad month that drove him from his home country.
First there was the the shark bite that took half his hand. The doctors said he was lucky it was just a juvenal bull shark otherwise he may have lost his arm.
Then there was the lost money from being held up in the hospital.
And then his fleeced the wrong person, a man who had a gang behind him when he caught John.
Then it was a suspicious fire in his apartment.
He got the message. Australia didn't want him anymore.He moved to America, settling in a large city to hide his card sharking and the trail of bodies he left behind him. He moved from time to time, always looking over his shoulder for the police.It was in Dallas that he first met Lilith. She saw him bash in some idiots head and she laughed. She laughed at him and told him his form was terrible. He told her to fuck off and she laughed again. When he tried to leave she followed him, told him that he was the most interesting thing to happen to her in a while. She called him a Great White Shark, partly because of his half a hand. Partly because of the tooth grin he got when he blacked out.Nashville is where they found Kota Nishimura. Kota had the misfortune of trying to pick Lilith's pocket and the woman would have broken his wrist if John hadn't stopped her. The young man hadn't been deterred, if anything he was fascinated by the pair and began following them around like a lost puppy.Moving to Chicago seemed a mistake at first, their first night he had to kill someone and when he made it to the small house they were renting a woman was waiting for him in the kitchen. John wasn't sure how she had made it past Lilith, his best friend was a bit severe about security. The woman introduced herself as "The Phoenix", told him that the man he had murdered had owed her organization money. There was something about the woman that reminded John of the shark that took his fingers from him. Beautiful and deadly.
She told him that she could let the lost money go. The murder however she could not. Striking fear through blood was her job she said.
He had just started pulling his hammer free when she stood. She wasn't armed, she wasn't afraid, and she offered him something new.A job.

STATS

  NAME    John Wright  NICKNAME    Johnny  CODENAME    The Great White Shark  AGE    35  DATE OF BIRTH    August 31st  GENDER & PRONOUNS    Male, He/him  ORIENTATION    Bisexual  WEAPON    Claw Hammer  FACECLAIM    Hugo Johnstone-Burt

PHYSICAL

  HEIGHT    5'11"  HAIR    Blonde  EYES    Hazel  SCARS   
-Missing fourth and fifth phalanges on left hand.
-Missing fourth and fifth metacarpophalangeal Joints on left hand.
-Missing forth and fifth metacarpal bones on left hand.  TATTOOS   
-Fins breaching water circling left forearm.

BACKGROUND

  PARENTS   
-Henry Wright-Father-Deceased.
-Ginny Wright-Mother  OCCUPATION   
-Card Shark
-Gang Leader  HOMETOWN    Sydney, New South Wales, Australia.  CURRENT RESIDENCE    Chicago, Illinois  LANGUAGES   
-English
-Mandarin
-Arabic
-Cantonese
-Italian

Weapon of Choice

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When the girl had joined the military she had thought she'd be serving her country.
There was a time that she was proud of the work she had done for them.
Had agreed to the enhancement procedures to protect the home she loved.
She hadn't expected to be used against her own.
Getting out of Russia had been the easy part, hiding from the Government was the hard part. They didn't take kindly to leaks in their ranks and would send people after her. It didn't matter where she hid. So she abandoned everything and everyone.
Her name was now simply Lilith.She traveled the world, never settling, never letting anyone get close to her. Anyone who tried was met with violence and she moved on to the next country. She couldn't trust anyone, couldn't go out to eat, couldn't get a fucking coffee from a fucking Starbucks. She would live and die looking over her shoulder.
But at least she'd be free to make her own choices.It was in Dallas, Texas that she first met John Wright. She had been in the bar, had watched the man cheat at cards, watched as his opponent raged at his loss. She could see the personality shift, the way suddenly John was a predator.
She recognized that shift.
When the opponent left, drunk and swearing revenge, John had followed him and Lilith followed John. The man had laughed as he pulled the hammer out of his belt, grinned like a mad man as he beat the other man to death, and came back to himself with a small shake of his head.
She told him his form was terrible.
He told her to fuck off.
She refused.

Eventually John trusted her and eventually she trusted John. He was the only person she trusted until one day in Nashville she felt a hand in her pocket.
The young man had yelped as she ripped his hand free and twisted his arm up behind his back. He immediately started to apologize, to tell stories of a hungry child back home and the inability to work. Lilith kept twisting, a broken bone made for a good lesson.
John stopped her, not out of any sympathy for the young man, but because people were starting to gather around them.
It was a surprise when he followed them down the street.
He said his name was Kota.Moving to Chicago was when things started to change.
And Lilith wasn't sure if she was happy with these changes or not.
But John wanted to stay, wanted to figure out how to get that woman who had made it past all of her security.
So she would stay.
And when John had gotten her. She would get him out.

STATS

  NAME    Liltih  CODENAME    The Giant Squid  AGE    30  DATE OF BIRTH    January 1st  GENDER & PRONOUNS    Female, she/her  ORIENTATION    Straight  WEAPON    Rope Darts  FACECLAIM    Sasha Calle

PHYSICAL

  HEIGHT    5'7"  HAIR    Black  EYES    Black  SCARS   
-IV marks on the back of right hand.
-IV marks on inner right elbow.
-Large burn scar on left calf.
-Foot long scar along right side of spine.  PIERCINGS   
-Earlobe piercings.
-Left eyebrow Piercing.
-Right helix piercing.  TATTOOS   
-Tentacles breaching water circling left forearm

BACKGROUND

  PARENTS    Classified.  SIBLINGS    Classified.  OCCUPATION   
-Experiment
-Weapon
-Failure
-Second in Command  HOMETOWN    Classified  CURRENT RESIDENCE    Chicago, Illinois  LANGUAGES   
-English
-Russian.

Weapon of Choice

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Kota had always loved music.
His mother had made sure he knew how to play piano and guitar, careful to not make it a chore so he would stick with it.
His father thought that it was a pointless activity. His son must be better than him. Make more money than him. Prove to his grandfather that the family line wasn't doomed due to his fathers failures.
Frankly it just made Kota want to go into music more.The ambition was solidified in his mind when his mother died in a car accident when he was twelve. Playing the guitar and piano were the only things that made him feel close to his mother. He learned to write the things he was feeling into songs, learned how to make his emotions into words, how to make an audience feel what he was feeling.
The first time he was paid for preforming, Kota had run home to show his father that he could make a living doing this. He could have a career based on pride and love of craft.
His father had simply laughed at the idea, same as always.He was kicked out at seventeen when his father realized that the only he had only applied to Schools of Music. His father told him that if he was going to be a disappointment then he wasn't his son any longer.
He didn't think it would matter. He could figure it out. Work every spare second, study on lunch breaks, preform on the streets. He'd do whatever it took to get into one of these schools and to stay in them.Except he missed his audition due to being arrested for sleeping in a bus station.
Except the school wouldn't let him try again.
Except his guitar was stolen.
Except he was beaten up and robbed of everything he had left.
Except it seemed the "real" world didn't like his dream.

Kota wasn't entirely sure why he went to Nashville. It was a country hub and he was more soft rock. But...people came here for music. It was probably the last chance he had to break his way into the world he loved.
Instead he barely scraped by
He bussed tables in bars, gave tours to drunk bachelorette parties, served in tourist trap restaurants. Played music in any venue that would give him half a chance, even if they wouldn't pay him.He was so hungry when he decided to try his hand at stealing the woman's wallet, he should have known he'd be terrible at it. He found himself face first against a brick wall with his arm twisted up behind him. The woman didn't say anything, even as he lied through his teeth about a starving child at home and medical bills pilling up. She twisted his arm higher and he could swear his could hear his bones cracking when the man the woman was with spoke up.
And she let him go.
Not because it was the right thing to do, but because people were watching now.Kota had known in that second these were people to stay with.
If only to keep food on the table.

STATS

  NAME    Kota Nishimura  CODENAME    The Sea Wasp  AGE    25  DATE OF BIRTH    August 13th  GENDER & PRONOUNS    Male, He/him  ORIENTATION    Pansexual  WEAPON    Lilith  FACECLAIM    Takeru Satoh

PHYSICAL

  HEIGHT    5'7"  HAIR    Black  EYES    Brown  SCARS   
-Small thin scar on palm of his hand.
-Small thin scar on the side of his neck.  TATTOOS   
-Jellyfish swimming around left forearm

BACKGROUND

  PARENTS   
-Yuki Nishimura-Mother-Deceased
-Touma Nishimura-Father  SIGNIFICANT OTHER   
-Susanoo  OCCUPATION   
-Musician
-John Clean-Up Crew  HOMETOWN    Franklin, Tennessee  CURRENT RESIDENCE    Chicago, Illinois  LANGUAGES   
-English
-Japanese
-Korean
-Russian(learning)

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Jonathan knew that his father had murdered his mother. Just like he knew that if he ever told another soul he'd join her under the deck.He was ten when it happened, his father was drunk and his mothers singing had angered him. Then the fight happened. Then Jonathan watched as his father stabbed his mother to death. And then he had to clean up her blood as his father buried his mother in the backyard. The next day the cops were called, a missing persons report was filed, and the cops believed the story. A week later a deck was built and Jonathan Senior had beaten his son into believe that he would kill him if anyone ever found out the truth.Johnny wanted to follow in his mothers footsteps, wanted to dance and sing and preform on stage. His father wanted him to fulfill his own unfulfilled dreams of being a championship boxer. Johnny never had a say in the matter, his father managed all his winnings. Took his paychecks from the gym he worked at. Even went as far as to call himself his sons manager, just to keep the money flowing his way.
He didn't know what he son did on the side. Johnny had joined a dance club, learned to sing. He wanted to preform on Broadway, like his mother had.One day he'd get there. But for now...The next fight awaited him.The next fight turned out to be watching as his father died.

One night Johnny met a man he at the illegal fights his father made him participate in and he was unable to keep himself from falling in love with him.
He kept the truth about his relationship with his father hidden from Asher Hyung behind the bruises he got in the fightsHe had a feeling that Asher knew the truth but if neither of them said anything than was it even really happening?It all came to a head one night when Asher surprised Johnny at work and his father surprised them both. Johnny knew his boyfriend had a violent streak but he had never imagined that the man he loved would bite his fathers throat out.They ran from the gym, Johnny holding Asher's hand the whole time. Asher's apparently knew a guy who could clean up a dead body. Asher apparently knew a lot of people who could do a lot of illegal things.When Asher's family moved from New York to Chicago, Johnny went with them and it was there he was introduced to Tyrell Johnson. The man took a liking to him and offered him a job at his mechanic shop.It was through Asher that Johnny discovered the truth about his boss. They were mafia too and his bosses boss offered him a gym of his own and new name.The Monarch Butterfly.

STATS

  NAME    Jonathan Rocker Junior  NICKNAME    Johnny  CODENAME    The Monarch Butterfly  AGE    23  DATE OF BIRTH    March 2nd  GENDER & PRONOUNS    Male, He/him  ORIENTATION    Gay  WEAPON    Fists  FACECLAIM    Michael Cimino

PHYSICAL

  HEIGHT    5'10"  HAIR    Brown  EYES    Brown  SCARS   
-Long scar down the left shoulder from a belt.  PIERCINGS   
Both Earlobes  TATTOOS   
-Monarch Butterfly on left bicep

BACKGROUND

  PARENTS   
-Jonathan Rocket Senior- Father
-Harley Rocket-Mother-Deceased  SIGNIFICANT OTHER   
- Asher Hyung  OCCUPATION   
-Smuggler
-Personal Trainor
-Mechanic  HOMETOWN    Queens, New York  CURRENT RESIDENCE    Chicago, Illinois  LANGUAGES   
-English
-Spanish
-Sicilian(learning)

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The world Cassius came from was broken.First came the war, a world war, the first of it's kind. Every country on their flat planet choosing sides until millions were dead and no true victors remained.
Just an uneasy truce between the three strongest surviving country and the knowledge that it would take one bullet to break it.Then came the famines. The fields and livestock that had survived the war had no one left to work them. Crops rotted on the stalk and vine, cattle starved in their stalls. People in cities turned to cannibalism to survive and the people in the country....well they came to the city for the social programs meant to help them.Finally came the World Dictators. Men and women who took advantage of the way everyone was hurting to come to power. Promising change and help and hope, they preyed on desperation while all the while being the worst of lot.
They set themselves up as "True Houses" and killed anyone who dared to vie for their power.They made cannibalism legal, allowed humans to be raised for slaughter. Human bodies were for the taking and as such sex slaves were of course legal too. It didn't matter the age or gender. Often times one of wealth would buy a child, use them until they were no longer interested, and then send them to the butchers.The worst of the Houses did even worse.
They would have a child of their own to enact their twisted fantasies on.Cassius was born into one of these Houses.

He was the fifth plaything of the head of The House Of Achievement.
He had twelve sisters and fifteen brothers.
He was the only one to make it eighteen years old.Their House was the House of Science and their father was supposedly the smartest man alive. A fact that Cassius heard over and over again as his father and his wife abused him.Cassius seriously doubted that fact, though he kept it to himself. He kept it to himself as he was raped, as he watched his siblings be raped, as he was forced to eat his older brother, as he watched his little sister be eaten alive by their fathers dogs.
He kept all his thoughts to himself.All his plans.All the machines he was building, hidden in his straw mattress.He finished his project on the night his father finally tired of him. He heard a guard saying how they had to make sure to call the butcher, that the last son was finally "ripe", and he ran to the small wrist wrap he had made.
Either it would work or he'd explode.Well...explosion was a better death than butchered and eaten.He had just connected the last wire when the soldiers came for him. Cassius slammed his hand down on the top of the wrist and light covered him.The next thing he was aware of were noises he had never heard before. A blaring...something and screeching. Then a crunch of metal. He blinked to clear his vision and found himself standing in the middle of a road, surrounded by angry people coming out of metal boxes.He ran and didn't stop running until he crashed into a building filled with books.
It was here he discovered where he had traveled. A place called "Queens, New York", in the country of "The United States of America" on a planet called "Earth".

STATS

  NAME    Cassius Hartley  NICKNAME    Cass  CODENAME    The Locust  AGE    25  DATE OF BIRTH    December 30th  GENDER & PRONOUNS    Male, He/him  ORIENTATION    Gay  WEAPON   
-Revolver
-"Anything I can invent"  FACECLAIM    Jeff Ward

PHYSICAL

  HEIGHT    5’9”  HAIR    Brown  EYES    Green  SCARS   
-Chunk of flesh missing from left thigh
-Burn scar along left hip
-Various small scars from "entertaining" across entire body
-Small "#5" branded over right collarbone  TATTOOS   
Locusts on left collarbone  IDENTIFYING MARKS   
-Shimmer around left wrist.

BACKGROUND

  PARENTS   
-Grand Leader Gregor Hartley-Father
-Unknown-Mother  OCCUPATION   
-Sex Slave
-Plaything
-Emergency Food Supply
-Inventor
-Smuggler  HOMETOWN    "Does it matter? I'm never going back there."  CURRENT RESIDENCE    Chicago, Illinois  LANGUAGES   
-English
-Russian
-German
-Spanish
-Korean
-Mandarin
-Japanese
-Vietnamese
-Italian
-French
-Greek
-Arabic
-Sicilian

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Markus would always tell people that he chose to go into medicine.
That he wanted to be like his mother, a well respected surgeon.The truth was more...complicated.He did want to go into medicine, loved the idea of helping others. His mother was the one who wanted him in surgery. She was the one who wanted her son to "follow in her footsteps".
He wanted to go into Pediatrics. Help the kids. Show them that the doctor was nothing to be afraid of.His mother said that was a weak field. That "real" doctors didn't worry about a scraped knee.So they compromised. He'd go into Surgery like his mother and she'd pay for school. Well...at least his mother called it a compromise.Her pushing he managed to get through collage and half way through his residency before something derailed him.Someone derailed him.A young man laying on the sidewalk, bleeding from a gash in his side and refusing to go to the hospital. Markus couldn't leave him there and Kyler hadn't let the debt go.Now he works at the hospital and comes home to stitch up his boss nearly every day.

STATS

  NAME    Markus Saylor  NICKNAME   
-Mark
-Doc  CODENAME    Panda  AGE    35  DATE OF BIRTH    February 4th  GENDER & PRONOUNS    Male, He/him  ORIENTATION    Straight  WEAPON   
-Butterfly knife  FACECLAIM    Patrick Ball

PHYSICAL

  HEIGHT    6'0”  HAIR    Brown  EYES    Blue  TATTOOS   
-Bear outline of left calf

BACKGROUND

  PARENTS   
-Richard Saylor-Father
-Doctor Gemma Blake-Saylor-Mother  OCCUPATION   
-Doctor
-Kyler patch-up artist  HOMETOWN    Portland, Maine  CURRENT RESIDENCE    Chicago, Illinois  LANGUAGES   
-English
-Spanish

Weapon of Choice

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Benny always knew that his father was going to abandon him.
He knew it from the moment that his mother left them when he was five. He knew it when grandparents stopped coming around. When teachers stopped caring about his unwashed clothes. When he would come home to an empty house and a twenty on the table for food.When his father never came home on the day before his twelfth birthday, Benedict wasn't even surprised. He had been waiting for it for years.
He lasted about six months before someone noticed that the kid down the street didn't have any adult watching over him and called CPS.
He didn't have a bad time in foster care, having gotten lucky and a string of good families to take him. He just...was always waiting for them to leave too. After all if his own blood didn't stick around why would complete strangers.He was fifteen when he finally ran away for good, tired of the false hope and fake smiles. Everyone knew teenagers didn't get adopted. He learned to steal, how to hotwire cars, how to break them down for parts. He worked for small time chop shops and found a love for working on the cars that were brought in.It was at one of these chop shops that he met Dwight Richards. The older man took a fast interest in the seventeen year old with a wrench in one hand and a cross bow he had built himself in the other.
Dwight gave him the opportunity for something he had never had.
A real family.

STATS

  NAME    Benedict Lord  NICKNAME   
-Benny  CODENAME    Wrench  AGE    27  DATE OF BIRTH    July 27th  GENDER & PRONOUNS    Male, He/him  ORIENTATION    Gay  WEAPON   
-Crossbow  FACECLAIM    Oliver Stark

PHYSICAL

  HEIGHT    6'2”  HAIR    Dirty Blond  EYES    Blue  TATTOOS   
-Various small tattoos across body
-Falling Angel down spine.  DISTINGUISHING MARKS   
-Birthmark bisecting left eyebrow

BACKGROUND

  PARENTS   
-Dwight Richards-Father  SIBLINGS   
-Jade Richards-Sister  SIGNIFICANT OTHER   
-Mateo Pérez  OCCUPATION   
-Mechanic
-Bartender  HOMETOWN    Dallas, Texas  CURRENT RESIDENCE    Chicago, Illinois  LANGUAGES   
-English
-Spanish(learning)

Weapon of Choice

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Phillip was born in wealth and he always hated it.The third son of a rich and powerful family, he was raised by nannies and tutors. When he was old enough that responsibility fell to the teachers at a boarding school. Any one would do really if it got out his parents out of the responsibility.Phillip learned early in life how wealth and power corrupted good and honest people. Watched as people he considered friends were bought off once they became "problematic" for the families image. Girlfriend who were faked. Boyfriend who were hidden. A small group of pretend friends to go out with.
His entire life was a lie.Well...not his entire life.There was one person who saw Phillip as more than a means to an end. His personal trainer saw the boy struggling with his temper, saw all the ways Phillip would loose control when it over took him. What was meant to just be meetings to keep the young man in shape turned into one part therapy, one part weapons training, and one part anger management. The trainer always insisted that violence be the last resort, never raise your fists unless you have exhausted all other options first.
But if there are no choices left....
Then win.

Everything in his life came to a head when he was nineteen. His father had found out about the truth of his "workouts". Found out for the first time that his son preferred the company of men when he caught Phillip and his trainer, Jorge, together.
He ordered Phillip to stop wasting his time with undesirables, told him that if he wanted to be a degenerate then at least he could be perverse with someone who could never betray the secrets. Surely they could buy some boy for him to play pretend with
And Phillip lost his temper.He had to run, had to leave everything and everyone behind. What he had done to his father...that could never be forgiven. Not by his family and certainly not by Jorge.Running led him to Chicago where he happened upon a man attacking someone with a hammer. The smaller of the men was begging for the larger to stop, that he didn't mean it.
Phillip stepped in.Beating John seemed to earn his respect.
Saving Kota earned Lilith's.
And suddenly Phillip was leader of a gang.
Suddenly he was the Siren.

STATS

  NAME    Phillip Van Baars  Codename   
-Siren  AGE    25  DATE OF BIRTH    January 3rd.  GENDER & PRONOUNS    Male, He/him  ORIENTATION    Gay  WEAPON   
-Sickle  FACECLAIM    Freddy Carter

PHYSICAL

  HEIGHT    6'1”  HAIR    Brown  EYES    Blue  TATTOOS   
-Mermaids circling left forearm

BACKGROUND

  PARENTS   
-Jason Van Baars-Father
-Alice Van Baars-Mother  OCCUPATION   
-Gang Leader  HOMETOWN    Manhattan, New York.  CURRENT RESIDENCE    Chicago, Illinois  LANGUAGES   
-English
-Spanish
-Korean
-Italian
-Greek
-German
-Mandarin
-Portuguese

Weapon of Choice

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Dominic only joined the White Heart Syndicate because he was bored.Nothing seemed to interest him and nothing kept his mind from wandering back to the smell of burning flesh.
So he did whatever sparked joy in that moment and fought in illegal fight clubs to be able to afford to eat.
He learned quickly which fighters to avoid, which were easy to provoke, who had weakness he could exploit. He got good at what he did but still...something was missing.When a man approached him after a fight, a man with a heart tattooed on his right wrist, and offered him a job he thought, why the hell not? The pay seemed better than he was making on the fights and they promised entertainment.He just didn't think the entertainment would be a person.He never partook but also never tried to stop it from happening. He was far too aware that he could easily end up in their place.
Dominic kept his head down, did his job, and avoided the bars and hangouts as much as possible.Luckily he wasn't there when The Birds liberated the gangs entertainment. Wasn't there for the bloodbath that followed.
He was there when it was discovered though.

Dominic took the opportunity to run, he knew he wouldn't be able to beat the second in command in a fight and he knew they'd come after him.There were only a few gangs that would go against the Syndicate and Dominic knew he couldn't go to any of them. They were all allied with the Birds. They would kill anyone with hearts on their wrists.So he hid, he ran, he avoided all traces of the criminal underworld until he met Kyler.
It was behind a bar that he came across the fight. Six against one just wasn't a fair fight.
Six against two wasn't a fair fight either but it was better.Kyler liked his style and offered him a job, be the muscle for the Bears.
He told Kyler that it probably wasn't a good idea, that the Syndicate would still be looking for him.Kyler answered by putting the mark of The Bears over his hearts tattoo.

STATS

  NAME    Dominic Strauss  AGE    30  DATE OF BIRTH    April 1st.  GENDER & PRONOUNS    Male, He/him  ORIENTATION    Gay  WEAPON   
-Hand-to-Hand  FACECLAIM    Emilien Vekemans

PHYSICAL

  HEIGHT    6'0”  HAIR    Brown White Blonde  EYES    Blue  TATTOOS   
-Two linked hearts on right wrist
-Brown Bear head on right wrist

BACKGROUND

  PARENTS   
-Ginny Strauss-Mother-Deceased  OCCUPATION   
-Enforcer
-Muscle  HOMETOWN    Glen Ellyn, Illinois  CURRENT RESIDENCE    Chicago, Illinois  LANGUAGES   
-English
-Spanish
-German

Weapon of Choice

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Jason only had fond memories of his childhood.
His parents took care of him, took care of his sister. Kept them safe from the dangers of the world. They went to school, to the shops, out to eat, everything that a normal family would do.
They were happy.His parents didn't fully understand why he pierced his ears, or started getting tattoos, but they supported him as long as he didn't take too many risks and understood that certain people would assume things about him.He never managed to tell them he was gay.Jason was fifteen when he met Ren. The seventeen year old acted like he never saw any difference between them, made Jason feel like he was the most important person in the world. He was troubled, wrapped up in something he would never tell Jason about but Jason liked it. The mystery. The secret meetings.
Ren told him that even if he came out his parents would never meet him, that there was no way they would ever accept him. Jason disagreed. His parents had accepted everything else.He was seventeen himself when Ren showed his true colors. Jason still hadn't come out to his parents and had lied about a school trip to go away with his boyfriend. His first mistake.
The second was letting Ren hold all his money and ID.
He was taken the first night.Ren had lied.
He had been running this scam with multiple people.
Had been "dating" multiple people.
Some were still free.
Some were in the shipping container with Jason.Ren was the bait in a human trafficking ring. Apparently North Americans had a love for Asians. When the ship finally docked and they were finally let out, Jason tried to fight back. If he could get to a Japanese Embassy he could go home. He just had to get away.

The leader of this group waved a photo of his parents and sister, promising to send word for them to be killed if he acted out again. Promised he had done it before, even mentioning a brutal unsolved murder in Tokyo and taking credit for the call for it.
Jason stopped fighting.He was moved across the country, sold and traded and used like a toy. His longest "occupation" gave him some freedoms, never enough to get away, but enough to learn how to play guitar. He loved it but it wasn't long before that man lost him in a bad bet.It was in New York that he finally got free. The man who owned him had somehow managed to piss off a local gang. A local gang who came in a completely decimated his owners group. A local gang who's leader personally saw to it that the man died.
He was terrifying.Jason ran before the people could get him too, made it all the way to the Embassy before he stopped. His family. The threat was still there. If he reappeared would the people know? Would they take it out on his family still?
The building had caught fire, no one would know he got away. The safest thing to do was to just...disappear.He stayed in New York for a while, managing to make just enough money to live by playing guitar on street corners and in coffee shops and bars. Whenever anyone got too close, too familiar, too threatening, Jason would wrap his guitar wires around his hand and punch them until they learned to leave him alone. Eventually he moved on to Chicago, finding a standing gig as live music at a bar called The Nest.He recognized the structure of the people who owned the bar, made sure to keep his place. The owner of the bar watched him for a while before finally asking who had hurt him.
Ayden offered him safety, a place to belong, he could stop running.It took him less then a day to accept the offer.

STATS

  NAME    Jason Kobayashi  NICKNAME    Jay  CODENAME    Blue Jay  AGE    32  DATE OF BIRTH    February 18th.  GENDER & PRONOUNS    Male, He/him  ORIENTATION    Gay  WEAPON   
-Guitar String Garrote  FACECLAIM    Miyavi

PHYSICAL

  HEIGHT    6'1”  HAIR    Black Silver  EYES    Brown  SCARS   
-Thin lines across knuckles and palms
-Self Harm scars across both thighs.  TATTOOS   
-Blue Jay on Right Thigh
-Various Tattoos across entire body  PIERCINGS   
-Both Earlobes

BACKGROUND

  PARENTS   
"It's better if no one ever knows."  SIBLINGS   
"Once upon a time there was one."  OCCUPATION   
-Musician
-Enforcer  HOMETOWN    Osaka, Japan  CURRENT RESIDENCE    Chicago, Illinois  LANGUAGES   
-Japanese
-English
-Gaelic

Weapon of Choice

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