Realistic or Modern Modern Day Renegade Sign-Ups

[CrowOuttaHell]

Sign-ups for Modern Day Renegade. There are just a few rules I have to enforce--

1. I generally prefer drawn/anime FCs to real life ones. Games work too.
2. Essence only increases a user's physical ability- no mental abilities nor magical ones. So no psychic powers or magic ones, like lightning-control, mind-reading, telekinesis, etc.
3. Given that this is still in the Realistic/Modern setting, please, no overpowering your character.

Character Skeleton:
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The two gangs you can be affiliated with:

The Back Alley Vultures is led by a strange, enigmatic Renegade everyone simply calls "The Boss". All they know of the Boss was that he started picking up Renegades that were left on the streets and training them to be his own, little group of handymen.

The Vultures all carry around a rather inconspicuous keychain branded with the gang's logo- the vulture's head as their only form of identification. They deal in all sorts of underground businesses- running underground fighting and betting rings, though their main trade is in Essence ampules.

They do not generally appear too much in public, though they are very well-known in the underground scene. They're generally considered as "Rainford's Handymen"- though the Boss doesn't exactly play nice all the time.

Lately though, another family's been trying to intrude on the Vultures' trades...

The Sinclair Family, on the other hand, is led by the millionaire "Million-Dollar" Sinclair. An incredibly rich family with tight connections and underground businesses of their own. Rumor has it that Cornelius killed his brother and his sister-in-law to get to his position as head of the Sinclairs- and the fact that the Vultures managed to retrieve the only remaining possible inheritor to the family had caused the Sinclairs to hold a vendetta against them.

That...and the fact that the Sinclairs have been attempting to get their own hands on the Essence trade is starting to bother the Vultures. Especially because this family is the kind of family that would pay anyone powerful enough to get the Vultures out of the picture- and if that means beating Vulture fighters in underground rings to within an inch of their life, attacking the Vultures' members themselves...

...they sure as hell aren't going to pull any punches.

CHARACTER LISTING:

VULTURES -
Boss "Angry Bird" Barlowe - CrowOuttaHell

Lynn "Princess" S. Barlowe - @CrowOuttaHell

Otto "Blue Eyes" Allester - Gradous13

Allen "Al" Spencer - SCSaya06

SINCLAIRS -

Cornelius "Million-Dollar" Sinclair - CrowOuttaHell

Stephan "Ace of Spades" Sinclair - CrowCall

William "Wes" Maeclod - Agent

Violet "Millisecond" Mettere - Randomfella

 

[CrowOuttaHell]

Name || "Angry Bird" Barlowe

Alias(es) || The Boss, "Angry Bird"

Affiliation || Back-Alley Vultures

Age || Apparently in his mid-forties.

Gender || Male

General Description || The Boss is an intimidating figure, standing at 6'7". His nickname came from the iconic plague doctor mask he always wears. In fact, the Boss can easily be described as a modern-looking plague doctor; dressed in a heavy black coat and covered head to toe. He wears a black hat to cover the rest of his head, and the Vultures have speculated that his face had been disfigured through overdose of Essence.

Personality || Although he looks like the cold and calculated type at first glance, the Boss is anything but. He is a temperamental man, quick to anger or annoyance- and he resorts to his personal intimidation tactics when he doesn't get what he wants from those that aren't affiliated with the Vultures. The Boss also seems to wheeze through his mask after an outburst- a little quirk that many of the Vultures have grown accustomed to.


Essence | | Enhanced Stamina and Stability - The Boss is not a man you can bring down with just a quick cut or a bullet. His body, reinforced through the Essence, is incredibly tough and hard to pierce- a bladed weapon would feel like they were cutting through extremely frozen flesh, and any bullet with a caliber lower than .50 would only make a little dent in the Boss's body.

Skills ||

Marksmanship - The Boss is a remarkable marksman. Though many would think otherwise- what with the heavy getup and the mask.

Hand-to-Hand Combat - The Boss is a pretty spry man for his age. He is as capable with his fists as he is with a gun, should he be involved in a street fight of any kind.

Business-minded - If you're running a gang of back alley gangsters...you have to have the mind for the business.

Backstory || The Boss's past is a rather big secret. The only thing the Vultures know about him is that he managed to raid an abandoned truck with a shitton of Essence- though, nothing more than that. He is not the type to talk about his past, keeping it a closely guarded secret, like his face. There's also another rumor that on a hit, he took 6 shots in one sitting...though this was one he confirmed, thanking his Essence for it.

Other Info || Color = Slate Gray

 

[CrowOuttaHell]

Name || Lynn S. Barlowe

Alias(es) || "Princess"

Affiliation || Back-Alley Vultures

Age || 21

Gender || Female

General Description || A rather charming young woman standing at 5'7" with dyed pink hair and red eyes. She dresses rather inconspicuously, in a dress shirt and black vest combo with a checkered skirt. She's usually found wearing a butterfly headset with a lollipop in her mouth.

Personality || A mischievous girl with a silver tongue, Lynn appears to be a carefree and eccentric person- though she has an unexpectedly strict side when it comes to business, a side effect of having worked with the Boss for a good part of her life. She treats her fellow Vultures with a rather casual air, and guarded respect.

Though she appears to be laidback most of the time, she seems to have inherited the Boss's temper, though only when it comes to certain matters; especially concerning the cover internet cafe she runs, along with the rest of the businesses that the Vultures dabble in. Though she calms down immediately, it's mentioned that her temper is certainly something to behold.

Essence || Enhanced Speed and Reflexes - Though accidentally ingested, Lynn's Essence grants her speed beyond that of a human's, should she choose to use it. This has also enhanced her natural reflexes...though she usually only has to rely on her speed for running away or intercepting someone.

Skills || "I live by the three 'S's."

Stealth - The kind of person that you won't find if she doesn't want to be. Lynn, ever quick on her feet, can blend into a background with ease and move quietly enough to avoid detection...most of the time.

Subterfuge - Deceptive down to her looks and her words, Lynn also happens to excel in trickery- able to mask her emotions, actions, she is a very convincing actress.

Sleight of Hand - Lynn has an almost impossibly light touch, and speedy fingers. This is especially useful for thievery, disarming, and even magic tricks.

Backstory || "Why am I called Princess? Well, my life's been nothing short of a fairytale, I'll tell you that."
Lynn doesn't like skirting around the topic. She's a Sinclair...or rather, used to be a Sinclair. Not until "Million-Dollar" Sinclair and his hellspawn came around. The only daughter of Salvador Sinclair- the original head, she already had a nagging feeling that her uncle was out for their throats. He had been after the family wealth the entire time, after all, that much was for certain.

It was no surprise when she hit 12 years old, her father went on a business trip and turned up dead in a ditch two days later. Her mother ended up in an "accident", toppled over the bridge and dragged down by her fashionable scarf. It was only a little while longer until she was going to be the next target...

...until fate decided to seize the reins. The maid, who was supposed to slip poison into her drink, spilled the poison bottle on accident instead. Fearing for her uncle's wrath, she ended up taking a "restricted" vial and poured that in instead.

When Lynn started zipping around the house faster than any animal in the area, it didn't take anyone long to figure out what was in that drink.

The maid sent away the young girl and made it look like she was dead. Lynn, with nothing better to do, ended up heading to Rainford and stealing random, valuable items from people on the street. With her quick fingers and enhanced speed, it was fairly simple...until she got the idea to attempt to steal the hat of a drunken man wearing a bird mask stumbling out of a tavern.

Unexpectedly, she was caught. And taken in, where she found out that she had just attempted to steal from Boss "Angry Bird" Barlowe. Surprisingly enough, the man took her in and raised her like his own daughter until she was of age. Once she had gotten used to the business, she ended up running an internet cafe that serves as a cover for the Vultures' meeting place, another made woman under the Boss's wing.

Other Info || Color = Salmon
Lynn apparently has quite the sweet tooth, always seen with some form of candy or drink on her person.
Face Claim = Chelsea, Akame ga Kill!
​

 

[Gradous13]

Name | | Otto Allester

Alias(es) | | "Blue" "Blue Eyes"

Affiliation | | Back-Alley Vultures

Age | | 28

Gender | | Male



General Description | | A tall man at 6' 2" with a well kept body that is strong and molded for fighting. Otto has deep blue eyes and warm-black hair that's seemingly always a mess but he keeps it as such to personal preference and he also keeps a well trimmed beard. During work hours, Otto wears a olive drab uniform which is usually clean depending on his tasks for the day. His off duty attire is typically a leisure suit or his work clothes with a bomber jacket the brandishes his former units emblem on his left shoulder. The emblem is a crest with a viper wrapped around an M16.
Depiction of the suit he wears.

Personality | | Despite his lack of compassion for others, Otto is approachable and one can generally strike up a conversation with him, though he is cold towards most as he know what relationships to people do to him, so therefore he never gets personal with anyone, something he liked about The Boss when he first met him. It seemed they had a mutual understanding of each other just by one another's presence. Whether or not it was true has never been discussed, nor did Otto care about it. Though if The Boss ever brought it up, Otto would address his thoughts about the matter.

Even with his coldheartedness, Otto does show a little warmth every now and again through different ways. An example being bringing gifts to people on their birthday or having a bar-be-que during the summer. Usually people jokingly tell him he actually does have a heart to which he always replies "Don't be fooled into thinking that I care, just don't, not even for a second... I am a killer, I've long since embraced that. I can kill anyone without a second thought, even in the most gruesome of ways and I wont lose sleep over it... But that doesn't mean I am not a generous person to those I work side by side with, the same people who fight with me against the Sinclair's ... anyone willing to put their life down on the line for me deserves my generosity."

The only time emotion actually forms within Otto is during heavy drinking, mainly anger and resentment towards his former enemies accompanied by a very dark side of his persona that is revealed if someone manages to piss him off. During these times he reminisces about his fallen comrades that he lost a few years ago. One can usually find him walking aimlessly down the streets after midnight, a bottle of alcohol in a brown paper bag, disconnected from the world around him with a cold, blank face.


Essence | | -Blue Eyed Reaper- (Custom made strain)

- Strength - Greatly enhances the users strength to high above the human ability.

- Speed - Grants above average speed to the user but it stacks onto the users default ability. in other words the user will see a great amount of speed granted to them but someone who is faster and takes B.E.R. will still come out on top.

- Lethality - B.E.R. will not make one more lethal, however it doubles the users bone strength by double. This allows the user to give much more punishment to the opponent while allowing the user to take less damage.

Skills | | Otto is well versed as a mechanic but is not very good with diesel engines. Otto also has learned much from his past, he is skilled in weapon maintenance and reloading ammunition. He knows how to sabotage vehicles and make home made explosives. Otto is no sniper but is an excellent marksman when engaging in close to medium ranges though he doesn't have that type of equipment on hand as he keeps it in a storage unit.

Hand to hand combat is where Otto shines. At least four or five times a week he is fighting in underground matches, not really for money but for fun. He wins mostly but every now and again he will lose matches to which he isn't upset about. But if it came down to killing, he can dispatch an enemy quickly, to which he makes a point to do so.

History | |

Otto Allester, A man with a fragmented past. Some years he has a trail and others he doesn't exist. Its how it always was and always will be. Otto's years as a child were more like years as a servant robot to his psychotic mother and drunk father who introduced pain at the tender age of four and never stopped until Otto would leave his household when he was giving a job opportunity. A sweet ride that went fast, outfitted for running ghost weapons and drugs to different cities, upgraded for all terrain. Black, matte and a Four-Fifty-Four big block, a 1979 Camaro and a Beretta Nine was Otto's "Gifts" when he took the offer at the age of seventeen.

In the underground he made a name for himself, Blue or Blue Eyes. In his opinion it was cliche but it stuck and it didn't bother him. In a bar that sat in an old bunker below the earth, during one of his "Regular" trips, a man in a cheap, yet decent suit approached him and bought him a drink. "So, Blue... Those weapons you run aroun' with..." Otto Jumped from his seat, there was only him the man and the bar keep in the place so Otto wasn't afraid of pulling his Beretta out. the man laughed "You got balls kid, but that aint the first time I've had a gun in mah face..." the man paused and finished his own drink and put a business card down on the counter "Let me know when ya want to make some serious money." Just as he appeared, the man was gone.

A year after Otto had called that man from the bar. twenty years old and he was on his way to a foreign country for a second time. The man never lied about making money, and being a mercenary was something Otto found to enjoy, along with Essence. It was a drug that his entire team used and it made them out perform any other company they competed with and especially their enemy. In his unit, They gave Otto the same name he was used to, but they added to it, now "Blue Eyed Reaper" or "Blue" for short. It made him laugh a bit anytime he thought about it, as it was even more cliche than before. It was his passion, the camaraderie and brotherhood of his mercenary friends was second to none and there was never a moment where he he was ungrateful for what he had. He was truly at home for the first time. But combat was combat, and it tore his home away from him. It was indescribable on how hard it was on Otto.

At twenty six, Otto found himself in the company of a direct representative from "The Boss" Himself. Unsurprisingly at some hole in the wall bar...
"...We Understand that you have many... skills mister Allester..." The man young man said "You're still here? What part of fuck off don't you get?" Otto barked back, "I'm just here on business fo-HUORCH-" Otto grabbed the man by the throat, knocking several empty bottles and many glasses of the counter top and simultaneously slammed him into the ground, pulled his Beretta and pressed the steel to the mans forehead "If you are a rep for *ahem* one of the most prestigious organized crime factions around here, tell your boss I ain't impressed" The man Struggled under Otto's grip and managed to wheeze out a few words "He...I-s off-f-fering ex-cel-lent pay" a moment of silence fell between them and eventually Otto released his clenched hand from the mans throat "Alright, you should have said so in the fuckin first place. Now you have my attention"

The discussion consisted of a hour worth of question of The Boss, the Back-Alley Vultures, their operations and his role and details of other information that would pertain to his employment. Mainly, vehicle repair and modification, armorer and occasional assassin. Though his skills could bring him to other missions as well. At first Otto was skeptical but quickly found himself grateful as the opportunity helped him stop himself from being a drunk and once again gave him purpose. Though this only stopped him from drinking for a handful of months, once more he was grateful for the job.

Otto would never trade his experiences being a mercenary for anything in the world. Because of it all, he has all the money he could ever need despite being well paid by B-AV. And he learned how to make his own brand of Essence thanks to the medic in his unit. Otto's strain lasted longer and was more potent, for him it lasts three or four days at a time. Strength, Speed, Lethality. That's the name of his game, He even gave it the name "Blue Eyed Reaper" seeing as no one calls him that anymore and the nickname died far away from Rainford, on a godforsaken battlefield. The Particular Strain it stemmed from "The Beast" and is several times more potent. However Otto has never released his strain yet as he is unsure if this decision is right.

Other Info | | Color - Teal
Otto also smokes his own, home made cigars that are laced with a thc compound
Skilled in Jeet Kune Do as it is Otto's main fighting style
-All Rights Reserved for the Artist who drew the Portrait above-

 

[CrowCall]

♤ The Ace ♤​

Name | | Stephan Sinclair

Alias(es) | | Ace of Spades, Ace, Spades

Affiliation | | The Sinclairs

Age | | 25

Gender | | Male

General Description | | Standing at 5'11" with a wiry frame, Stephan comes off as a generally unimposing young man. However, hidden beneath his wardrobe of tidy suits and neat shirts is a surprising amount of lean muscle. When not tucked under a hat, his brown hair tends to be styled in a disheveled, but coiffured manner. Stephan is always careful to maintain a formal appearance, even at the most casual of events.

Personality | | First impressions would paint Stephan as a calm and serious, albeit prideful, man with a liking for company and the patience of a saint. And, if you were the public, this would be correct. But beneath this mask is a colder, crueler individual who will stop at nothing to get what he wants.
Stephan is a careful planner. He prefers to sit back and watch rather than jumping into situations at the first chance. However, he isn’t afraid to get his hands dirty—sometimes even literally. His loyalty is as reliable as one’s own usefulness, and his trust even less so. He has a penchant for gambling, hence his nickname, and sees life as an elaborate card game to win.

Essence | | Enhanced Regeneration
Stephan is able to recover from wounds and diseases at a rate that surpasses an average human’s, though he is unable to regrow any lost body parts.

Skills | |
Poker Face
Stephan is able to maintain a stoic composure, even in the middle of distressing events. A useful trait when conducting fragile business, it's causation for others to speculate whether or not he's ever joking.

Connections
There are perks of being a Sinclair, and Stephan knows how to use them well. He's well acquainted with a variety of people, both in high and low places, and does well in maintaining a facade of friendship when needed. However, he never forgets a debt owed towards him.

Combat
Though he prefers to avoid physically fighting, that does not mean he's ill prepared for it. Stephan is capable in a fistfight, though he won't hesitate to use dirty tricks if it ensures his victory.

History | |
The son of the Head of the Sinclair family, Stephan was raised in a life full of high expectations. However, as a young child, it seemed as if he would never live to meet them.

His birth was a troubled one, wrought with many complications. Few were even sure that he would live past his first night. This weakened state followed him up until childhood, with illnesses plaguing him constantly. Seldom did he travel past his own room, let alone out of the estate, and he instead took to learning card games in order to pass the time. As he grew older, his conditioned seemed to only grow worse. Days passed like a blur, with pain filling in the gaps of consciousness. No matter how many doctors he saw or treatments he underwent, death was imminent.

There was, however, a final solution: Essence. A single strain, capable of granting regenerative abilities. The drug was a last resort, but one that worked well. A little too well. Stephan recovered in mere days, his once sickly state all but disappearing. However, with this newfound health came a few...side effects. A scraped knee that healed into a scar in mere seconds was enough to reveal the full extent of the drug's effect. Not that Stephan minded. For him, it was a chance to do more than sit in his bedroom and stare out the window.

From then on, Stephan has refused to be useless. He took a keen interest in the family business. He took lessons in fighting, toning his body in refusal to revert back to his weakened state. He studied, worked, and learned of life's cruel reality. While he maintained his interest in cards, he still holds his past ailments in contempt, going so far as to even threaten those who bring up his past.

Other Info | |
Color: #212968

 

[CrowOuttaHell]

"Never thought I'd hire a merc into the ranks. And Princess, seems like your cousin's finally shown up."

Otto "Blue Eyes" Allester and Stephan "Ace of Spades" Sinclair have been accepted.

 

[Gradous13]

YEEEEAH BOOOOI

 

[SCSaya06]

Name || Allen Spencer

Alias(es) || Al

Affiliation || Back-Alley Vultures

Age || 20

Gender || Male

General Description || In terms of looks, Allen is a relatively unimpressive young man. Standing in at only 5'7" with an average build, he normally finds himself unable to meaningfully stand out in any way. His dark hair and eyes can be somewhat counted as a charm point however, he carries a bit of a shifty and unapproachable air around him, negating these traits. He doesn't have any visible markings of any kind.

On most days, Allen just prefers to dress casually. Jeans, shirts, some jackets--the works. He prefers comfortable clothing that allows him to move around with ease and blend in the crowd at the same time. Despite this, he keeps a small assortment of formal attire he uses in serious meetings with the mob--mostly as a means to appear just a bit less of an underling.

Personality || Allen practically gives off an old-timer's perspective of what a young teenage male is: Reckless, impulsive, slightly arrogant, bit of a show-off and a general disregard for the rules. He ticks most of these albeit, a little more mildly than most as prior to joining the Back-Alley Vultures, Allen never really got into any major troubles.

Most of the time, Allen appears to be a relatively composed and maybe even a little lethargic individual, going through his daily routine like a zombie if nothing particularly interesting is happening. Being quite young, he still possesses some sense of adventure and a penchant for the unknown, adding more to his curious streak especially with regards to the inner workings of the organisation.

He possesses some degree of talent and charisma that allows him to fit in with the group but given that he largely remains inexperienced, he hasn't exactly progressed far in the ladder adding to his impatience and reckless tendencies. Being put under Lynn's command has taught him more about caution and subtlety but as it stands, he still has a long way to go. On a positive note, he is no quitter and can be quite diligent when it comes to achieving a goal he has set in front of him.


Essence || Hawkeye – Allen’s essence gives him the benefit of enhanced eyesight and awareness, greatly improving his marksmanship, making him quite an expert when given a firearm on top of the training he’s gotten from the range. It allows him to be more aware of noises and small details around him.

Skills || "Yeah, I can shoot but I can't just grab a gun like it's a CD from Blockbuster now can I?"

Marksmanship – Allen’s quite good with firearms, able to accurately hit a target roughly 90% of the time when boosted with his essence. He's also familiar with their inner workings and is capable of assembly and disassembly. The primary drawback he currently faces however is actually acquiring a gun for himself due to difficult to navigate weapon laws, leaving him without an armament for quite some time now.

Athletic – In addition to his good eye (at least when it comes to firearms), Allen’s quite the slippery bastard. He’s fast on his feet allowing him to make quick getaways if needed, mostly as a result of engaging in parkour.

Gambling - Well, he's not exactly the best gambler in town. He is by no means the worst though and has actually won a fair number of bets already.

Backstory || Allen had a relatively uneventful childhood. He was raised in a single-parent household by his father alone as his mother passed away due to overwork when he was only 7. His father was quite...lax when it came to raising him. Not to say he was neglected but apart from making sure they had food on their plate and a roof on their head, he never actually did much. Allen didn't resent him or anything though. His father hunted in his downtime, which is where Allen initially learned how to shoot a gun before moving on to the range.

By high school, Allen was practically given free reign to do whatever so like many teenagers his age, he started experimenting and fooling around. His high school friends, who seemed to be fellow misfits got him into parkour and other sports and eventually, gambling. Their small group never really got into too much trouble though, attributed to the fact that law enforcement's got their hands full with more serious matters already. Their antics almost seemed childish in comparison.

He actually won his essence from one of his last gambling sessions. They had fought against a drunkard who was probably rich back in the day but whose addiction caused him to spiral down. The man had wagered a so-called "valuable vial" in a desperate attempt to win his money back. It didn't work and Allen soon found himself unknowingly in possession of an essence. Thinking it was some kind of recreational drug, he was dared to ingest it--which he did.

Over time, he was able to figure out that what he ingested that night was the so-called Essence and did a lot of trial and error. Fast forward to college time, he was finally found by the Boss of the Vulture Renegades. He had gotten into a bit of a scuffle with a goon working for the Sinclairs and opted to eliminate the man quietly, not realizing that the silenced shot he made in that attempt was normally too difficult without the aid of an Essence. So the Vultures managed to narrow it down to him in the end.

He was caught by being invited to a party the Vultures were apparently throwing and brought to the Boss who gave him two options: Whether to join or not though he was sure the latter had its fair share of consequences. Given that he didn't exactly have much choice, he agreed. He's been part of the group for over a year now, under Lynn whom he helps with the cafe and acts as a bodyguard of sorts though his original gun had been lost sometime in that year as well.

Other Info || Color = Royal Blue
Prior to losing it, Allen's past gun was a Springfield equipped with a suppressor. He's been on a keen lookout on where he can get a new one for a while now.
Face Claim: Satomi Rentaro from Black Bullet

 

[CrowOuttaHell]

"Chemical reactions? Fuck me, Al, what have you been reading?"

Allen "Al" Spencer has been accepted.

 

[Agent]

Name || William Maeclod
Alias(es) || Wes, Will
Affiliation || Sinclairs
Age || 24
Gender || Male

General Description || Suited well for a fancy occasion, to say the least, but not much more than that. He has short, dirty blonde hair which he hardly cares about unless someone tells him about it, along with a pair of dull blue eyes. His attire consists of a white dress shirt(usually with the sleeves rolled up), a dark grey suit vest, along with dress pants and shoes. He also carries a left-hand shoulder holster for any pistols he might have.

His casual clothing is just a blue dress shirt, jeans, and some sneakers.

Personality || Many people would assume that there is something blatantly wrong with William, but it's not his problem. For one, he hardly cares about anyone dying. When it comes to most people who are with him, he doesn't communicate much and tends to be very condescending. He is mainly serious and hardly responds anything that sounds like a joke, but he is somewhat sarcastic himself. Though he is entitled to his own opinions towards other people, he keeps a lot of it to himself to not cause any trouble. The only times he acts genuinely nice to others is when he's acting or if he has enough respect towards that person, otherwise he keeps a bland tone with limited speech.

When in public, he is able to act like an innocent person, greeting others and asking about their day. All as a ruse to make them think he's just a bystander like them. Surprising, since that literally means he acts nice to people he doesn't care about, but not nearly as much to many of his compatriots. One might assume that he hates putting up a ruse, but it doesn't bother him too much.

Essence || Concentration - A custom strain of Essence that William picked and ingested in a pinch. It acts very similar to painkillers, making him more resistant to pain, but not damage. It also increases his hearing ability, allowing him to pick up the sounds of breathing and footsteps easier.

Skills || "Sorry pal, but i'll have to oblige later. Perhaps tomorrow, if I haven't tossed your body into a dumpster."

Marksmanship - William is completely fine when aiming and shooting most small arms, but not much more than that. He is able to quickly aim directly at a target and pull off many shots quickly, usually emptying the magazine of his gun because of his trigger finger. He's also pretty good at throwing moderately heavy objects like stones at a specific area, such as someone's face, but he has a tendency to miss occasionally.

Strength - Has above average strength and fitness ability compared to most people. He can grab or grapple people easily, but he takes a while to strangle someone if they're nearly as strong as him.

Stealth - He is by no means 'silent' when it comes to sneaking around restricted areas, but he's still good at avoiding detection. The easiest ways to do this involve sticking to the shadows, staying out of sight, or throwing debris; near or at people.

History || William was born to two obnoxiously rich parents, who were both overprotective and annoying. Despite pampering him, he detested both his mother and father for controlling some significant aspects of his life. As life went on in the high-end schools he was thrown in, nothing seemed to change. But on his graduation day, William didn't show up, throwing his parents into a panic. He had walked away after stealing a significant amount of possessions from his family, including several strange needles. Before anyone was able to find a trace of him, he had already driven out of town with a car that he had bought on the day before. The reason for all this being that he didn't want his parents being detrimental to his future, as they'd been constantly talking about this wonderful job that he'd have.

However, he had a different plan in mind. He'd been studying about the unknown drugs that his family had for some reason, and was quickly able to find out their purpose. Apparently his family had slim connections to drug runners, but had since then quit to enjoy their splendor in another place. William didn't care much, so he got the brilliant idea to just offload it to some random people who might be interested. He drove his car to the city where the Essence seemed to originate from: Rainford.
That sort of shit almost got him killed when some thug tried to rob him. Luckily for him, his attacker wasn't enhanced from Essence and was only using a knuckleduster at the time, but he was a still larger than him. Knowing this, William grabbed a specific strain of Essence he had on him and injected it into himself. He took a beating, but he fared way better than the thug that he shanked multiple times with a bottle.

Realizing that dealing with certain things was too dangerous, he resigned from trade and went on to become a teacher at a local elementary school by successfully faking several key pieces of information such as his name and level of education. He was absolutely perfect with the kids and he'd even been smiling more usual than he ever did, and that was because he had gotten his life back in track. Every day, when the kids left to run home, William would drive down a private area to resume his trade. With Essence. His plans went awry when a single student discovered some of the essence he'd had when he was getting ready to leave, resulting in the child's death as he was quickly strangled the boy and dumped his body at a secret location. And once again, he'd left to go into hiding.
Without much options, William decided to go and find a certain set of people who had clearly been having some difficulties: The Sinclairs. He piqued their interest with promises that he could help them get their hands on Essence trade, though it wasn't exactly clear what had in mind. All he wanted was to not get himself killed and to keep doing his usual business.

Other Info || Color = Maroon
"For your sake, i'd like it if you don't mispronounce my last name. It's make-lod, not may-clod."

 

[CrowOuttaHell]

Name | | Cornelius Sinclair

Alias(es) | | "Million-Dollar", Don Sinclair

Affiliation | | Sinclair Family

Age | | 53

Gender | | Male

General Description | | A man well into his senior age, Cornelius stands at 6'0" flat with short, greying hair. Though he dresses casually when he's at home, he is always dressed fashionably when out and about on Sinclair business- usually with numerous rings,
jewellery and a fur coat in the winter. Most noticeable is his pair of sunglasses that he usually wears, when not wearing reading glasses.

Personality | | The Don of the Sinclair Family, he appears to be a strangely spontaneous man who's not above using underhanded tactics to win his battles. Proud- and prouder still of his knowledge when it comes to certain things, no matter how trivial they may be-, but rather aggressive as well; a trait he shares well with the Boss. He is rather cunning and tough on his members.


Essence | | "I'm tellin' you, lad, I may be selling the stuff but I wouldn't want t' use it."

Skills | |

Intelligence - Cornelius lives with practicality on his mind, most of all. He's rather intelligent when it comes to matters regarding the business- body disposal, intimidation, and just where to send thugs to make things really hurt.

Persuasion - Cornelius is a persuasive man, and when he doesn't get his way...he'll resort to other tactics. Perhaps an "accidental" burning of someone's house should they not want to pay up, or important siblings going missing.

Connections - Like his son- perhaps even moreso-, being the Don of the Sinclair Family basically means Cornelius has all the connections he could want- hired thugs, the knowledge of where the best underground jewellers are, and people from all over the country.

History | | Cornelius served as the underboss to his brother, Salvador Sinclair. Salvador, at the time, was the Don- but the two had an underlying power struggle going on. Salvador was, in Cornelius's opinion, not paying enough attention to the pressing matters at hand; namely, the fact that a strange, back-alley gang was scooping up the Essence trade like vultures to a dead body in the desert. Harder still was the fact that his son, Stephan was born with heart complications- and if he didn't get the Essence now, he was never going to get the boy cured.

He made up a plan to have his brother killed. But just as he had finished up his ideas, he found another obstacle in his path- his brother's wife had a child.

Nevertheless, he continued with his risky plan. He had Salvador assassinated on a trip the man took- staged to look like a jeepney accident. Some time later, his thugs strangled the woman with her scarf and tossed her over a bridge on a winter night to make it look like she died trying to get free of the ice.

Since he ran into a problem with one of the businesses under Salvador's control all the way across the country, he made a quick plan to get the maid to poison Salvador's daughter and frame her later on. When he returned to find the child gone, he was satisfied.

But they had left the Vultures unchecked. Even when Cornelius ascended to Don and ended up curing his son Stephan- which he ended up making a caporegime, giving him his own set of thugs to handle-, "Angry Bird" Barlowe ended up showing Cornelius an irritating truth that the Sinclairs had to deal with for some time- Salvador's daughter was still alive, and was a Renegade. They managed to bury the topic, but the Sinclairs lost some traction for a while due to it.

Now, though, is the time to start striking back at the damn scavengers- and Cornelius has just the idea for it.

Other Info | | Color = Goldenrod

 

[Randomfella]

• Profile
• Personal Details
• Essence and Skills
• History

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  Name: Violet "Millisecond" Mettere
  
  Alias(es): Vi, Millisecond Mettere, Mad Met
  "I've been known as 'stop this damned thing' plenty of times behind the wheel."
  
  
  Affiliation: The Sinclairs
  "They pay the most, after all."
  
  
  Age: 24
  
  
  Gender: Female
  
  
  
  
  
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  General DescriptionVi is lithe, with some lean muscle, standing at 5'5". Her hair is a dull purple, reaching down just below her shoulder blades, and can sometimes be seen as more of a red in high light. Has a general distaste in formal clothing, preparing to wear more casual or flared clothing, often throwing off her more professional clientele. She does prefer darker colours however, favouring black or darker shaded clothing.
  
  PersonalityVi keeps a playful and excitable demeanor nearly all the time, whether it's during a chase, meeting, shootout, or whatever is on the agenda, a cheeky grin will be seen plastered on her face, mocking whatever she can at the time. During an important conversation, she might have both feet crossed and planted on the top of the table, one hand loosely holding a drink as her body rests casually on a leaning chair and her words slur; but don't be fooled, her other hand will be pointing a .45 straight between your legs, hidden from sight, waiting for an excuse. This attitude often causes others to underestimate her, or misunderstand her intentions, though obviously it gets in the way of her leaving a good impression on employers, thankfully that's what reputation is for.
  
  Speaking of reputation, Vi is what you might call a gun for hire, or someone you hire in a pinch. When she takes a job she finishes it, never double crossing someone who has already paid; though that's not to say she won't take a job the next day to deal with them, if she knows it's a price they can't top at least. See, Vi only has one interest in this world, and that is money... Well, money and essence, but money buys essence, so it all balances out. Her allegiance lies with whomever can offer the biggest reward, though she would never trust them, and is slow to trust anyone for that matter. Anyone who trusts her however, well, they're clearly not smart enough to hold any faith in.
  
  Vi has a great love of driving, but only if it's fast, and testing her essence to the limit, often being hired as a get-away driver, few can keep up without coming to a rough stop. Her interest in essence is not simply practical, the particular strain she takes alters the mind, making it quite addictive, and to quote her... "Good things don't come cheap."
  
  
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  Essence: Slight of MindStrength? Stamina? What does any of that matter with how slow these thugs are? That's not to say they can't leg it, but it's a surprise they don't fall asleep with how long it takes them to make a simple response.
  
  Violet's essence enhances her cognitive abilities, allowing for near immediate reaction times, and rational decision making within milliseconds of said reaction. While her essence does not directly make her more intelligent, things that she already knows will be calculated far more quickly than the average person, such as estimated trajectories and the like.
  "Beauty and brains... Well, kind of."
  
  SkillsHigh-Action Environments: "Out before the spoon even strikes the ground, can't say the same for them." This is Violet's specialty when it comes to firefights, an area where a great deal of things are going on at once, she can react and respond with ease to each
  
  Driving: "It's like a drug in itself, but far more dangerous... I love it." To say Violet loves cutting it close would be an understatement. She greatly enjoys driving, and is damned good at it, having extensive knowledge in cars and what they can do. Her confidence in each action helps with the efficiency of it all as well, that and reducing the amount of vehicles she might total. Often when going at top speed she will ignore passengers, and any concerns they may have.
  
  Games: "How about we make this more interesting." Anything which her essence gives her an unfair advantage in, and with the general love of 'gambling' those in her line of work have, it's an easy way to make a quick buck.
  
  
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  HistoryLife wasn't exactly hard, sure, Dad in and out of prison for most of her childhood, but that's just how it was. Violette was born into crime, seeing it all the time growing up, and much to her Mother's dismay, it engulfed her too.
  
  It started small, as these things usually do, going out with friends, stealing from a few stores, running from the cops, getting threatened with Juvi. Thing was, it was all a game, all for the rush, the thrill. That was until Essence got involved.
  
  Vi wasn't exactly a stranger to drugs, plenty of her friends had lost everything to them, for some even their lives, yet she never had an issue. Essence was not like other substances though, it changed her, made her feel like nothing else could, any going too long without it almost drove her mad. She needed more. Yet despite her petty crimes, she had a few dollars to her name at any time, she needed to find a way to make more.
  
  While her father wasn't exactly an important figure in the streets, he had contacts, figures she had met before. Most were cautious at first, not wanting to get someone's daughter involved in their business, yet she was eager, and there were always small jobs that needed doing. Keeping lookout eventually moved to one of her oldest skills, making an escape, something she found she was becoming far better at after her constant Essence use. As time went on the jobs became more serious, the pay got better, and her abuse of Essence grew.
  
  The money had become more than just a way to get more Essence, now she was more accustom to the finer things in life, nice clothes and alcohol, and the more she had the better. As her skill and reputation developed Vi moved on to freelance work, having always been someone you call when you need than a gang member, and having no allegiance to anyone, bar whoever had the most to offer. That was how she met The Sinclairs.
  
  Other InfoColour = Light Purple
  
  

 

[CrowOuttaHell]

"You'd better not be tellin' me porky-pies with your offer there, Maeclod. And woman-- stop this damn thing!!!"

William "Wes" Maeclod and Violet "Millisecond" Mettere have been accepted.

 

[Taishou]

Rust

NAME rustxxALIAS n/axxAFFILIATION Back-Alley VulturesxxAGE 22xxGENDER male

GENERAL DESCRIPTION || Neither too tall nor too short, Rust’s height of 5’9” combined with his russet hair and average frame gives off the impression of the typical run-of-the-mill younger generation wandering about the streets of Rainford City. His favoritism towards wearing earthy reds and hoodies aside, none of his clothing choices particularly stand out from the crowd either. Completely ordinary, right? That is, until the observer rests their gaze on the gleam of his eyes.

Frequently compared to a wolf locking on its prey, Rust’s golden eyes are oft noted for their piercing quality. The fact that his usual expressions give him the appearance of cruelly playing around does little to relieve the weight of his stares.

PERSONALITY || Never without the ever-present playful smirk on his face, Rust seldom appears to give even an inch on the inner-depths of his thoughts. Save for those who’ve known him since a certain someone was still present, none seem capable of recalling if they’ve ever seen him downcast or surprised. Even anger is a rare emotion no matter the amount of poking and prodding that the most obnoxious of members could offer.

Rust is far from a passionate optimist, however. He, if anything, simply finds more enjoyment in getting a rise out of his targets rather than be the giver of said reactions and goes as far as to openly admit that his personality isn’t of the best kind upon inquiry. The same could be said about him while on the job. Though as merciless as just about any other Vulture, he lacks the cold dignity of the typical mercenary, instead bringing his “hunt”, as he so calls it, to its closure with a chilling smile still on his face.

If there’s one subject that can trigger the smallest of reactions in the small man, it’s the topic of the Sinclairs. Though that in itself is not of a plainly noticeable extent, it becomes painfully clear that Rust bears a particular distaste towards the family whenever he has a run in with one of its members.

ESSENCE || Rust’s essence was an experimental essence which boosts physical strength by severalfold. Though it took years of training for its effects to build up properly, even an ordinary kick can feel like being hit with a slab of solid steel. In addition, the essence seems to have altered his body to be able to withstand the shock of the strength he exerts, so he’s free to punish without any major concerns of a backlash, though overdoing it still has its obvious consequences.

SKILLS || Hand-to-Hand Combat. Rust is skilled in hand-to-hand combat due to being kicked around by Crow for years. He’s also fully capable of disarming his opponents (often with ease), though his own handling of weapons have much room for improvement. It’s a commonly known fact that he’s much more likely to shoot his own foot than his intended target when handed a gun.

Use of the Environment. Paying attention to his surroundings wasn’t the only aspect of “watch your back” that Crow cracked down on. Like his former mentor, Rust’s goal is to always take control of the environment and skillfully make use of whatever happens to be around. Sometimes, even an ever so slightly loose tile can come to be an advantage when played right.

Reading Movement. Similarly to his attentiveness to his surroundings, Rust zeroes in on event the slightest of movements in an attempt to read his opponents. Though the technique isn’t flawless due to the inevitable errors in human judgement, it succeeds in allowing for the brunette to react before the action has even been completed to a certain extent.

HISTORY

November 09, xxxx​

X-03 : Entry no. xx

Lethal dose of strain [redacted] administered to subject. Subject managed to miraculously survive. After the subsequent recovery period, it was determined that body had remained unreactive to the essence similarly to previous attempts. The experiment is hereby terminated. Subject is to be promptly disposed of.

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And just like that, he was discarded. He didn’t know why the person responsible for his disposal had decided to spare him, but said executioner’s moment of madness only left him with a bitter wish that he had been given a swift death yet a vague hope to cling on to the last tether to his life.

The winters were harsh, but he managed as a street rat for some time. Guilt had long been beaten out of him, and the experiments had given him an unexpected survival tool. Though he had shown no signs whatsoever at the time of his disposal, his body had somehow gradually begun to unveil the enhancements that the essence should have triggered on that day.

Save for those who have been with the Vultures longer than he has, few know of this past or the true reason as to why he’s out for the blood of the Sinclairs. Everything found its impetus years ago from the moment that he had been caught filching from a greengrocer's stand. The woman was strong—much stronger than he was despite his essence enhancement—and all the boy could do was hang miserably like a leaf as the mysterious lady dragged him to who knows where by the scruff.

After what seemed like an eternity, the woman finally kicked a pair of doors open with a shout, “Hey, Boss! Hope you don’t mind, but I found a pup!” From there on was the start of days of days of thwarted escape attempts and being kicked around like a sack of potatoes. The woman, whom others called “X”, repetitively referred to herself as his “teacher” and took it upon herself to teach the “young puppy” that she had picked up, much to said boy’s ire. However, the escape attempts eventually diminished until they were no more, and if he had to admit it (though extremely reluctantly), life with the Vultures almost seemed fun. A month later, the boy found himself faced with an event that cemented his existence in the Back-Alley Vultures:

“Hey, brat-” X started as usual but immediately paused to give him a thoughtful look. “What’s your name anyway?”

The brunette could only give her a pointed glare. “I would have thought that my name was ‘brat’ or ‘puppy’ at this point,” he spat disdainfully, “besides, last I checked, I only had a serial number.”

“Right,” X said with hands raised in the air in defeat. What she did next, however, completely caught the brunette off guard. Placing a few teasing pats on the head, the woman grinned as if she had just had the most ingenious idea ever. “Then from now on, your name will be Rust. Oh, and don’t fight it. I can’t be calling you a ‘puppy’ your whole life.”

“It’s not like you ever listen,” he recalls grumbling back while swatting the hand away. However, as ridiculous as the name itself was, it gave him a slight peace of mind. It was as if with a name, he was no longer just a specter without an identity.

Each year’s passage after that had Rust spending less time under X’s tutelage and more on official missions. However, the two continued to share a strange but close relationship even after Rust was admitted as a full-fledged Vulture. Until the end of the eighth year.

X was neither lacking in strength nor intelligence, yet there she lay a bloodied mess. A single though ran through Rust’s head: the Sinclairs. He didn’t dare look away; he’d burn every minute detail into his memory be it the sights or scents. Even if it was the last thing he’d do, he was going to hunt down the rat that did it.

EXTRA INFO || color : #5b0003
> Surprisingly considers the Vulture's "Princess" to be unrelated to his vengeance despite being an ex-Sinclair.
> He once nearly accidentally shot the person he was supposed to be working. No one lets him even touch a gun anymore.
> Rust (and just about everyone else who knew her) does not know X's real name or if she even has one.

 

[CrowOuttaHell]

"Your mentor was a hell of a made woman, pup. We'll get the Sinclair that killed her someday."

"Rust" has been accepted.

 

[VeiledPariah]

Name | | Reis Spadania

Alias(es) | | Sangre Pequena
(Little Blood) AKA (Blood Ren) or (Blood)

Affiliation | | Sinclairs

Age | | 21

Gender | | Female

General Description | | Long hair is either draped across her frame or drawn into a ponytail or bun. Her clothing style during the day is normally a dark blue and white skirt with sneakers and a tight tank top with an oversized hoodie. Whenever night falls she changes into a black tight motorcyclist jacket and tight skinny jeans blue black with rips in the thighs. Aginst her thigh she carries a small handgun .380 auto. And a small blade against her underwear lining.



Personality | |
Reis is very mature for her age yet maintains her sociability. She is someone a stranger feels comfortable enough to approach but is able to hold very accurate and meaningful conversations with others. As she is one of the younger members of the Sinclair's many see her as a handicap but she is actually a strong asset when needed.

She is Extremely loyal to the Sinclair Family. One Blood One Life.



Essence | | Phoenix Fire
A strength essence (Increased Strength) cut with a speed essence (Enhanced Reflexes and Speed) that is melted down into a liquid and injected straight into the blood stream. This allows for the drug to grant an enormous effect but come with its own side effects. Using the drug for long periods of time drastically shortens ones lifespan and causes fatigue and insomnia. A double edged sword so to speak.

Note: This type of Essence does not stay in the body long and must be taken prior or else the user is weaker than a normal human being.



Skills | |

Weapons Handling- Has a basic knowledge of most common weapons.

Hand to hand combat- Can handle herself in a fight using a mixture of martial arts and self defense techniques.

Street Smarts- Although not an outstanding skill in her repertoire it is useful for getting around the streets of Rainford at night. It is also utilized to handle many difficult situations that a young girl would normally not be able to.

Eidetic Memory- Her high IQ allows her to remembers everything she has read even if only once, it does not pertain to images she sees but can be helpful with many other things.



Weaknesses| |

Phoenix Fire Side Effects- Immediately after it wears off Reis will either pass out from fatigue or begin to have seizures.

From day to day she has trouble sleeping often staying up for days at a time before fatigue finally allows her to sleep.

This causes her to be very fragile whenever she doesn't have the Essence in her system.


History | |

Reis was born in Columbia and raised by her loving family they were bad people however. It did not take long for their daughter to get caught up in the life style as well. From a young age it was shown that Reis was very bright having a high IQ and a Eidetic memory (Remembers everything she reads)

This lifestyle of One blood One life caused her to lose her parents at the age of ten. This is when the girl liquidated her fathers assets and moved to Rainford. She wanted to monopolize on the Essence trade but found herself overcome by an illness which was started by the essence itself, It was her own design that she planned to distribute but the after effects made it unsuitable for trade. Now she has pooled her resources to the Sinclair's in an effort to stay in the life. She does find herself very loyal to the gang and would do anything that Cornelius would ask.

Now by day she works as a waitress at a local cafe and by night if called on she can be any enemy of Sinclair's worst nightmare.
(Rest TBR)



Other Info | |

She smokes
Loves Animals
Hates Chocolate
Loves Coffee
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CrowOuttaHell

 

[CrowOuttaHell]

"You'd better keep taking in that Essence, girl. Having non-lasting drugs in your system does that to ya."

Reis "Sangre Pequena" Spadania has been accepted.

 

[Solar Union]

WIP

Name | | Leila Weber
Alias(es) | | Lady in White
Affiliation | | Sinclair
Age | | 22
Gender | | Female
General Description | |
Personality | |
Essence | |
Skills | |
History | |
Other Info | |

 

[Pastry]

You guys still accepting? CrowOuttaHell

 

[CrowOuttaHell]

You guys still accepting? CrowOuttaHell

The RP's kinda quiet right now, though...hahah.

 

[Pastry]

CrowOuttaHell Ah, I see. So would it be a wise decision to join?

 

[CrowOuttaHell]

CrowOuttaHell Ah, I see. So would it be a wise decision to join?

I can always try to revive it a little, but joining is entirely up to you.

 

[Pastry]

CrowOuttaHell That's fine, I think I am going to hold off. I am thinking about making a new thread on some stuff. I also asked on like 10 other role plays so I am going to see what happens before I do anything.

 

[Gradous13]

Who are we waiting on?

 

[Agent]

I'm crying right now.
jk im not but you get the point