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innocent

lissa.

Name: Melissa Zabielski
Nickname: Lissa [Lih-suh]
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual

Face Claim: Rena Lovelis
Eye Color: Hazel
Hair Color: Pink
Height: 5'0

Personality:
ツ empathetic
ツ courageous
ツ thorough
✘ emotional
✘ proud
✘ stubborn

Bio:
Melissa is an only child, born to Tessa and Henry Zabielski. They were quite young when they got pregnant, but they were excited to start a family. Being young parents, they didn't have much, and they definitely didn't have support from either of their families. Henry's parents were both dead, and Tessa's parents thought she could do better than Henry, so they were unsupportive of the relationship as a whole. Unbothered by what her parents wanted, Tessa left home and stayed in her relationship with Henry. Shortly after that, Tessa popped up pregnant.

Nine months later, Melissa was born, and she was perfect to her parents. But raising a baby is expensive, and it wasn't long before they were drowning in expenses. Henry knew he had to do something for his family, and working two jobs just wasn't enough. Still a young man, he set off to find a way to make extra money. His brother came back into town then, Robert Zabielski, who'd always been the black sheep of the family. He knew of a way for Henry to make extra money, but it was shady at best and would have to stay between them. Henry agreed, and before long, he was slinging drugs and other illegal goods.

A secret can never stay a secret for long though. Tessa found out, and she was in the process of packing hers and Melissa's things to leave when it happened. Robert had double crossed someone, and that someone came looking for him. He showed up at their family home, where Robert was staying too, and murdered Lissa's parents in cold blood. Robert grabbed Lissa and fled. Lissa was still a young child at this point, but she still has nightmares sometimes about that night. Robert never told her the truth of that night, but he was her uncle, and she had no reason not to trust him. So she grew up with him, and now works at his convenience shop while taking college classes.

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gang member

blake.

Name: Blake Kavinski
Nickname: B
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual

Face Claim: Cam Gigandet
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Dirty Blonde
Height: 5'11

Personality:
ツ assertive
ツ confident
ツ focused
✘ possessive
✘ abrasive
✘ destructive

Bio:
Blake didn't have a good chance at life from the very beginning. The man who got his mother pregnant didn't want a thing to do with him, and the woman who carried him for nine months wasn't much better. The only reason she kept Blake was because of the government assistance she could get, being a single mother with low income. She spent most of that money on anything but Blake, only doing the bare minimum to keep him alive. They never connected on that mother-son level, and growing up, Blake spent most of his time alone while she had men over.

Eventually, he learned how to take care of himself. Cooking, cleaning, other basic necessities, he taught everything to himself. The men his mother brought over were worthless, almost as worthless as she was. But still, it was the only life he knew, and he thought it was normal. He was bullied at school for his secondhand clothes, his shoddy school supplies and his almost nonexistent lunches. The other kids were ruthless, but in a way, Blake is grateful for how they acted because it taught him how to take care of and defend himself. As he got older, he started getting in more and more trouble.

He dropped out of school just shy of graduation, after months of dealing with his mother's newfound drug addiction. Blake had to get a job to provide for the house, so they wouldn't lose it. But it wasn't enough, so he got in with some shady people. These people became his new family, though, especially after his mother's overdose. He buried her at the age of nineteen, sold the house and moved in with one of the guys from the gang. He was determined to make the gang his permanent home, so he did anything and everything they asked of him, and still does.

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mila da ponte .

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  camila elizabeth da ponte
  

  * n.name(s)

  mila, cam, mimi
  

  * gender

  female
  

  * age

  22
  

  * sexuality

  pansexual
  

  * birth date & zodiac

  april 19 (aries)
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

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  5'8"
  

  * weight

  123 lbs
  

  * build

  slender & broad-shouldered
  

  * hair colour

  brown
  

  * eye colour

  blue
  

  * face claim

  margaret qualley
  

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  Virtues
  • Confident/self-assured
  • Tough
  • Honest
  • Adventurous
  • Outgoing
  • Direct/assertive/outspoken
  • Maternal
  • Idealistic
  • Supportive
  
  Vices
  • Cocky
  • Judgmental/presumptuous
  • Pessimistic (& whiny)
  • Blunt
  • Sarcastic
  • Standoffish/unfriendly
  • Direct/assertive/outspoken
  • Bossy
  • Headstrong
  • Dislikes authority
  • Rebellious
  • Unabashed
  • Immature
  • Impulsive
  
  

  
  
  
  
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  question: could you seriously just not? thanks.

  
  

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  * history

  Camila Elizabeth Da Ponte was born to Julia De León and Lane Da Ponte a couple of months before the two were slated to marry. The families were both wealthy, and the marriage was approved by both sides -- if not just for the wellbeing of the baby that they'd conceived and the social detriment that would come if Julia was to be a single mother.
  
  Julia and Lane did not quite get along; They constantly bickered, and by the time that Mila was five years old, a divorce was in the works. Her mother decided that she'd rather not have anything to do with her, and so Mila was left all to her father. A stern man, Lane spoiled Mila rotten, giving her just about everything that she wanted. All throughout life, he basically held her hand, buying her way out of several run-ins with the law due to her wild party girl tendencies and awful temper -- though each time warranted a severe scolding from the man.
  
  She dropped out of university the second semester of her senior year, much to her father's disappointment, to live out of a van and travel the United State with her then girlfriend, Meghan. She fought with her dad over it, and he said that he'd only give her this much allowance and otherwise, she was on her own.
  
  Traveling actually went well for a while. She and her girlfriend were doing great, living off love and her dad's money.
  
  But that lasted all of two months.
  
  By the end of two months, she was out of her money, and she and her girlfriend were starting to hate each other. They got into a big fight and broke up, and Mila called her father, begging him to take her back. He agreed...on the condition that she'd go back to school and get a job.
  

  
  
  
  
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jay vonnegut .

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  * name

  graham jakob vonnegut, jr.
  

  * n.name(s)

  jay, jake, jakob, junior, junie
  

  * gender

  male
  

  * age

  26
  

  * sexuality

  heterosexual
  

  * birth date & zodiac

  may 11 (taurus)
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

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  6'1"
  

  * weight

  185 lbs
  

  * build

  muscular
  

  * hair colour

  dark brown
  

  * eye colour

  green
  

  * face claim

  stephen james
  

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  Virtues
  • Focused
  • Determined
  • Self-assured
  • Independent
  • Adaptive/quick-thinking
  • Realist
  • Dutiful
  • Strong
  • Perceptive
  • Persistent/perseverant
  • Responsible
  
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  • Aggressive
  • Angry/short-tempered
  • Stubborn
  • Brash
  • Rude
  • Overly confident/arrogant/condescending
  • Introverted/standoffish
  • "Not the sharpest tool in the shed"
  • Proud
  • Cynical
  • Uncaring of others/selfish
  
  

  
  
  
  
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  if you want to stay on my good side, stay away from me, got it?

  
  

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  * history

  Born to a gambler and a professional sleazebag, Graham Jakob Vonnegut, Jr. was born with a marred reputation. For one, his father was far older than his mother -- a whopping twenty-seven years older than the nineteen-year-old Daria Luther-Vonnegut, who had married the man a year prior. It was apparently a long story of how they met, but neither really cared much to divulge the details to Graham Jr. -- or Jay, as they called him.
  
  The three lived in a small apartment that drained the couple's funds dry every month -- one bedroom, one bathroom. Jay slept in the living room, on the couch, and when he outgrew the couch, he was given a mattress in the laundry room.
  
  Issues were apparent between Graham and Daria. His mother worked a nine to five as a bank teller and was the breadwinner for the family. Graham, who worked at a gas station, was rarely home, and he usually only came in drunk, half-dressed, and penniless. Sometimes, his assortment of ailments extended to physical injuries, and he'd drip blood onto the carpet. Only a couple times did he ever come in with good news; more typically, he delivered the news that they had lost this thing or that thing due to his gambling habits -- or, when Jay was thirteen, that he'd gotten another woman pregnant.
  
  That news was the straw that broke the camel's back, and Daria took her son and moved out of the apartment. She took out her frustrations on Jay, verbally abusing him and severely neglecting him. He was starving most nights, and the nights that he wasn't were nights that he'd come up with something himself. As time wore on, she began physical abuse.
  
  And then, he just left.
  
  He never officially dropped out of school. He was too young to do that -- just seventeen. He just stopped going. It was junior year, and no one ever reached out to him about it, so he never told anyone.
  
  Being homeless on the streets of a city as an underaged person, though, meant that he had to resort to drastic measures in order to survive. Soon, he fell in with a gang, and before his eighteenth birthday, he officially became a member and got enough money to pay another member to stay with them.
  

  
  
  
  
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Melissa Zabielski.

Mood:
scared as hell

Location:
at the shop

Outfit:
Click!

Tags:
ditto

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"No, those don't go there." Lissa glanced up from the register, watching as her new coworker Mila sorted the magazines on the rack in front of the counter. Even though Lissa couldn't see the rack itself, she could tell Mila wasn't putting them in the right places, and Lissa's OCD was kicking in. She'd been working at her uncle's convenience store for a few years now, and she had her own system that she taught everyone who came in. Even though Lissa wasn't a manager, everyone who worked here knew that she was Robert's niece, and that had gained her some respect with the others. Not that she needed to be respected just because he was her uncle, but she did have a way she liked things to be done in the store, and most people respected that.

Pushing off of the counter, Lissa walked around it and reached for the truck magazine Mila had just set in front of a makeup one. "If you cover up the women's magazines, no one will know we have them. I have the women's on this side, and then the men's ones here." She set the truck one in its proper place, straightening to inspect the rack for any others that might not be in the right place. She hummed under her breath when she spotted one, plucking it out of the wrong place to put it in the right one. "Don't worry, you'll get it." Lissa offered Mila a small smile, stepping out of the girl's personal space and then heading back behind the counter.

It was going on eleven pm, and the store was empty save for the two of them. The store closed in just a few short minutes, and Lissa had been in the middle of counting the drawer. She glanced at Mila before she went back to counting the money, a small frown appearing on the pink haired girls face. It was no secret that she and Mila hadn't always seen eye to eye, and Lissa wasn't trying to come across the wrong way with the whole magazine thing, she just wanted Mila to know how to do things right. Looking back down at the bills in her hand, she counted them quickly and silently before she set them in a stack off to the side. "Well, the deposit is more than we've had lately, so Robert will be happy about that." She snagged a pen off the counter, jotting down the numbers on the deposit sheet.

Just as she was writing the last number, the door to the shop flung open and Lissa's head whipped up. Her blood ran cold when she spotted the two men in masks making their way inside, the front man holding a gun, pointing it at Mila. She was closer to the masked men, but just as Lissa reached over the counter to grab her arm-- not that she was sure what exactly she was going to do-- the first man with the gun turned the barrel in her direction. "Don't move, princess." He hissed, his eyes glowering as he moved closer. Wrapping his gloved fingers around Mila's arm, he yanked her backwards, now pointing the gun at the dark haired girl again. Lissa's eyes were wide as she turned her attention to the other man. There was a baseball bat under the counter and a gun in the safe in the office, but she couldn't go for either of them at this moment.

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Blake Kavinski.

Mood:
taken off guard

Location:
at the shop

Outfit:
Click!

Tags:
ditto

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"You ready?" Blake had been pretty quiet up until this point, sitting in the van in the empty parking lot next to the convenience store. Being the driver, Blake had been pretty focused on getting to the shop and not drawing attention to him and Jay. The van was completely white with blacked out windows, which could potentially draw attention, but it was also almost midnight and so not alot of people were out. He'd parked in the abandoned lot next to the store, which meant they didn't have a view as to who was inside, but he already knew it was just Robert's niece. She worked the late shift alot, and they'd staked out this place long and often enough to get the schedule of the employees. Sucks for her, she just seemed the easiest target.

As he slid the magazine full of bullets into the gun he was holding, Blake glanced over at Jay, who did in fact seem ready. Blake liked working with Jay, and while this seemed like a shit job, Blake trusted Jay with his life and wouldn't want just anyone beside him during it. The owner of this shop was in deep with their gang, and owed them alot of money. He'd thought he could get away with being shady, and that was definitely not the case. So Jay and Blake had been tasked with scouting out the shop and then, when the time was right, robbing it. Blake didn't have a problem with the job; he'd do whatever it took to survive and ensure that his place in the gang was secure. He hoped one day to rise in the ranks higher than he already had.

Blake lived a pretty comfortable life, and he definitely didn't plan on losing that. Grabbing the mask from the steering wheel in front of him, he pulled it on over his head and then down to cover his face as well. "Let's go." He murmured, his tone completely serious as he opened the door, grabbing the gun from his lap before he got out. Knowing Jay had his back, he headed for the store, pausing only when they reached the front so he could scan the parking lot quickly. Glancing behind him, he gave Jay a quick nod before he made a quick dash for the door, shoving it open and brandishing his gun towards the... oh, no. His eyes widened for a quick second as he surveyed the situation, realizing that he'd been wrong. There was not one but two girls in here.

But it didn't matter now. He pointed his gun at the dark haired girl, but shifted it towards the niece when she started to make a grab for her. "Don't move, princess." He breathed, moving closer to grab the dark haired girls arm and yank her to him. With her back pressed against his front, he pointed his gun at her to keep her compliant while he turned his attention to Jay. "Get the money." He nodded towards the counter, his gaze flicking back to the pink haired girl, who was now looking at Jay. "And I suggest you keep your mouth shut." He whispered to the girl in his arms, tightening his grip on her arm. "This will be over sooner than you know it."

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