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Bellz

Straight Judgin'
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Name:
Nickname: (if applicable)
Age:
Affiliation: (leave blank if neutral)
Appearance: (realistic images only)
Occupation:
Skills:
Likes: (5+)
Dislikes: (5+)
Personality:
History:
Notable Relationships: (Outside of family: e.g. friends, romantic, enemies)

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BOSS-TAKEN- Bellz Bellz
WIFE-TAKEN- Misty Gray Misty Gray
Child 1 (Male; 23-25)-OPEN
Child 2 (Female; 20-21) TAKEN apolla apolla
Child 3 (Male; 18-20)TAKEN Verburmite Verburmite
Child 4 (Female 16-18)TAKEN neverbackdown neverbackdown


THE GANG:
Righthand man/ Adviser -TAKEN Misty Gray Misty Gray
The Second in Command to the family, the right hand man takes care of all of the smaller tasks that the Boss cannot deal with at the moment. Quick kills for debts that had to be paid, budgeting and marketing, making sure the pigs stay at a distance. This position also requires knowledge and wisdom, advising the Boss whenever needed on any sort of subject.
---> Second in Command's Protege (Aka Righthand Rat)= TAKEN Bellz Bellz
Was the newest member of the families employees, was taken under the Second in Command's wing after proving herself working as a Hitman. Little do they know she's working for the NYPD as an undercover officer and everything she's worked for will only bring down the family in the end.
Hitman-TAKEN Melanin-Gxdess Melanin-Gxdess
Need someone dead? NO WORRIES. This person is an expert in their art and knows how to create a clean and noiseless disappearance. When not on call for the kill, this person works in the families underground casino
Driver/Mechanic-TAKEN CkSmalling CkSmalling
Need some hot wheels? Need a repair guy? A car guru? This is the person for you! They know everything there is to know about automobiles! Works in the family owned Garage in town.
Techie- OPEN
This is the person who knows how to stay one step ahead of the pigs. Has access to almost any information on the dark web and can hack into almost anything.



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Righthand Rat = TAKEN Bellz Bellz
Was the newest member of the families employees, was taken under the Second in Command's wing after proving herself working as a Hitman. Little do they know she's working for the NYPD as an undercover officer and everything she's worked for will only bring down the family in the end.
Black Jack Rat- TAKEN Digit Digit
Works under the Hitman in the underground casino's as a card dealer. Is working on getting closer with the Hitman in order to learn more about the casino's secrets
Greaser Rat-TAKEN Shadow Shadow
Works under the Driver/mechanic in the Garage and on driving the family around. Serving as a bodyguard along side the Driver to protect the family but to also get the secrets on their own personal lives.
Nerdy Rat-OPEN
Works under the main techie, this hip young recruits brings new light to the slightly dated ways of the Techie. They use the information they receive and feed it to the stations through wire tapping etc.
 
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Righthand Rat
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Sophia Montalto
Basics

Name: Sophia Montalto
Nickname: (if applicable) Sophi
Age: 25
Affiliation: (leave blank if neutral) Biancardi Family/undercover Rat
Occupation: Protege
Skills:
Expert on all things weapons
Long range shooter
short range shooter
negotiator
persuader
charmer
Personality

Likes: (5+)
Guns
Cars
The Police Force
Missions
Animals
Dislikes: (5+)
The Biancardi family (or so she thinks)
Liars
Cheaters
the bad guy
those who break the law.
Personality:
Virtues:
Assertiveness- Sophie isn't one to be pushed around, rather she like to do that part. She carries herself with confidence whenever making an order or addressing an issue.
Courage- Never the one to shy away from a fight, she is always there defending the little man.
Humility- Although she has been placed in high ranking positions, she has never thought once that she was better than someone else, or deserved it over another.
Kindness- Sophie is a kind soul despite her line of work but doesn't stay tied emotionally (at least while undercover)
Vices:
Impatience- She tends to be overly excited about her missions or jobs at times and will "jump the gun."
Sarcasm- She is very very very sarcastic. Most of the time this is done in a kind and gentle way but some people take it the wrong way.
Emotionless - Feelings are pretty black and white for Sophie, being undercover makes it so that she has to shut off her emotions, realizing that this is a mission and the people she is getting along with are the bad guys.
Doubt- often doubts or blames herself for things she doesn't really have control over. Tends to get in the way of her confidence at times.
History

History: Sophia doesn't really have a past that she's familiar with. At a very young age, Sophia's parents were killed in an automobile accident, leaving her to her grandparents. Growing up, things were relatively easy. Her grandparents took very good care of her and she thrived in school. High school graduation came quicker than she could seem to blink and before she knew it, she was on her way to the police academy. Her grandparents soon died off one by one and she was left to graduate from the academy without a family. This didn't stop her success, for she wouldn't let it. Starting out as a rookie, Sophia was often mocked by other officers (males especially) for her work on the force. This gave the woman the drive to continue to claw her way up to the top. Undercover op wasn't something she had ever planned on doing, but one day, the chief came to her with info about her family, where she had come from. Her family was descendants of another crime family in the city, back in the early 50s and 60s. Unlike the Biancardi's who have ruled their territory for decades, her family was stomped out by the time the 70s came around. Her family and the Biancardi family had been very close allies at one point.

Chief explained to her that in order to bring the mob family down once and for all, they would need to send in someone, who could earn their trust and scope the inside. When she was 22 years old, Sophia's police identity was completely destroyed, leaving no trace of her ever being on the force. As part of the operation, Sophia was arrest for "assault and theft" charges and was going to be sent to prison...just as the force suspected, the Biancardi had caught word of such arrest and came to the woman's aid. That's when she met her mentor Christopher, who spoke on behalf of the family to become a hitman for them. She agreed, and the mission began. She had started at the bottom, much like she had done in the force, working as a bodyguard and hitman for the family for 2 years; seeing the potential and worth of her skills, she was promoted to understanding the ways of the Righthand man, giving her a direct line to all the information of the mob family.
Notable Relationships:
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The Extractor
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Lacey Abbadelli
Basics

Name: Lacey Abbadelli
Nickname: (if applicable) Lace
Age: 31
Affiliation: (leave blank if neutral) Biancardi Family
Occupation: The Extractor - gets information using skilled force
Skills:
Manipulation
Charmer
Persuasive
Extraction
Intimidation
Great with surgical tools and the cosmetic arts
Personality

Likes: (5+)
To doll people up
To experiment
Her doggos
The Biancardi's
Dark red wines
Dislikes: (5+)
The police
Snitches
Hospitals/Doctors
cats


Personality:
Lacey is the definition of a psychopath in everyday life. Her soft, kind and cheerful exterior reveals nothing of the true crazy that lies within her and she hides it pretty well. Her personality is like the moon, it goes through cycles. Often, with the people she is close to and those she is not familiar with or ordered to hurt, she's sweet, gently and open to helping with anything. To the police, she's still just as sweet, knowing that she can fool almost anyone with it, but if things do not go her way, she reveals her pure hatred for such scum. With her victims...it can get tricky. To those who make it out alive, they say she is the devil in disguise. She makes her victims feel comfortable and safe with her gentle words and sweet voice as she preps her surgical tools and make up. As she continued to coo to her victims, she slowly brings them pain...during which she feels an extensive amount of adrenaline and power even joy. If her victim is allowed to leave, she returns to her normal state and sincerely apologizes for her work and offers her help, throwing her victims off completely. Other parts of her personality include being very flirty with multiple different men and being unable to settle down completely (mostly due to having a hard time finding someone who can put up with her...tastes). All of her emotions are very real but she has a hard time identifying them as such.

History

History: Lacey wasn't always this sick and twisted person. In fact, her life had started out like any normal child's would. She grew up in a loving home with parents who loved her dearly. As an only child, she got everything she could have wanted. Years after her birth, around the age of 4, a change could be seen within the family household after her father had returned home from a hospital stay. Long story short, the man became hooked on prescription medication and began to treat his family terribly. Beating his wife and daughter mercilessly. This carried on for more years, when around the age of 11, Lacey broke a stabbed her father 10 times in the back. Her mother fled the scene after that and Lacey was taken in to custody. She spent most of her young life at the juvenile detention center, serving her time for the murder of her father while also undergoing extensive psychotherapy and psychiatric evaluations.

Like her father, who was a suffering Bipolar, Lacey had developed the disorder and was showing intense signs of manic episodes. Clinical trials she had done reported her behavior within the facility. Reports of her slicing small animals and insects into pieces with knives she stole from the kitchen were documented, the detention center urged for the mental hospital to take in the child once she was done serving her sentence. At 18 she was sent to a mental hospital in upstate New York, spending a good 7 years there until the Biancardi family busted her out and made her disappear without a trace.

Now she works for the family as the Extractor and loves her job and the freedom she has while doing it. She also has two Rotties that she brings to work with her everyday named Bonnie and Clyde.
Notable Relationships:
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Yall make this look all neat and nice and I am like doing standard shit
hahah don't be intimidated, these were from the old one and I spent too much time on them XD My rp writing doesn't have a lot of coding.
 

The Big Boss
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Antonio Biancardi
Basics

Name: Antonio Michael Biancardi
Nickname: (if applicable) Toni, Big Boss
Age: 45
Affiliation: (leave blank if neutral) Biancardi Family
Occupation: BIG BOSS
Skills:
Charmer
Smooth talker
Expert negotiator
A++ business man
Short range shooter
Long range shooter
Knows how to drive in a get away car pretty well

Personality

Likes: (5+)
Guns
Cars
His family
Cannoli'
alcohol
animals


Dislikes: (5+)
The Pigs
Liars, cheaters and the like
Violence around his family
Working late and missing on family time
Snitches
Personality: Antonio Biancardi is a splendid overall great man to be around. Leading both a family and a business, he has managed to stay on top of his game and look his best no matter the situation. Despite being the Big boss around NYC he still knows how to have a good time! He tends to brighten up a room with his good nature and wide smiles. He's always constantly teasing his family, making jokes and occasionally will even pull pranks if he's in a great mood! When the man is angry, he goes silent...and when he is silent...you know you need to run away. In the business, he can be seen as a friendly and open man or a cold and serious one...just depends on what your first impression is. First impressions are everything to Antonio because he believes they are the most pure.

History

History:
Notable Relationships:
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Daniel Biancardi-Fontana
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"You think I won't hurt you? I would break my old man's legs again for just a few dollars and a pizza!"
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  • tumblr_inline_o8w984HTxo1rqq37j_400.gifName: Daniel Biancardi-Fontana

    Nickname:
    Danny
    Dan
    Trigger

    Age: 35

    Affiliation: Biancardi Family

    Occupation: Righthand man/Adviser
    Also, nephew to the boss

    Skills:
    Adapting his behaviour as situations dictate.
    Information and knowledge acquisition.
    Business, finance and fraud.
    Debt collecting.
    Using firearms, knives and other weapons.
    Quick and clean kills.
    Messy and theatrical kills, when possible.
    Keeping secrets.

    "Evening, Bowie," Dan greeted young man. "Fuck sake!" he thought to himself. Now he had 'Under Pressure' in his head. That guy needed a new name before Dan grew less fond of the songs of the legend that was David Bowie. Regardless, the kid was useful and of far more use to this family than he would be if he ever learnt about that waste of space father of his. As Bowie spoke about port scans, Dan smiled and nodded along at whatever nerdy talk this was. He knew what spyware and servers were, but the context of this was just alien to him. "I caught 50% of your drift, but do go on as I'm sure all will become clear," he seriously told Bowie.

    When Lacey entered the room, Dan brought his attention to her. She looked as fabulous as ever and he was sure he could see that look in her eyes - the one that suggested she'd had a satisfying day. That was always a good look on her. Most looks were, if he was being completely honest. "It went well enough," he told her. He'd either be getting the money back or Harry would be dying tomorrow. They would still get the money back one way or another. By this point it was a win/win. Dan returned the flirtatious smile to Lacey before straightening up and getting back to business.

    With mentions of Lacey and Giovanni ensuring debts were repaid, a smile crossed Dan's face. "There may be another guy headed your way very soon," he informed them. His expression as he said it was serious yet casual. He didn't much like Harry, so it was no skin off his nose if the guy was put down. Damn it, he could put a ribbon around the guy's neck and gift him to Lacey. She'd find that romantic or even a turn on, surely?

    Dan watched the projection of the security footage and an impressed smile crossed his lips. He glanced to Bowie. This was nerdcore stuff right here and Dan was happy to see Bowie wasn't wasting his nights playing online fantasy games in some basement.

 
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Name: Koth Biancardi
Nickname: Gunnar
Age: 18
Affiliation: Part Of The Family.
Appearance:
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Occupation: N/A
Skills: Artist, CQC Master, Weapons Expert. Managment, Natural Leader.
Likes: Tattoos, Tomboys, HK417 (Weapon), Games, Loyalty.
Dislikes: Dicks, Self-centeredness, Parts Of Himself, Shallow People, Liars.
Personality: He is quiet most of the time but when he is needed he steps up and takes a hold of things.
History: When he was a kid he learned that life was unfair at all times so he learned to have an iron will. If he talks to you and lets you know the emotions he trusts you. Even after getting his heart broken several times he still has faith in everyone around him, even though he has trust issues there is a lot of reasons for those things.
Notable Relationships: Freya Volcreath (Actual person/romantic interest)
 
G E M M A|| Q U I N N

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G E N E R A L
Name: Gemma Quinn Biancardi
Nickname: Gem, Q
Age: 21
Affiliation: Biancardi


S K I L L S​
Occupation: Bartender

Skills:
-Social skills
-Time management
-Empathy
-Confidence
-Pursuasive
-Skilled with handguns

P E R S O N A L I T Y
Likes: her job; being independent; being flirty; her siblings & family (most of the time); dancing
Dislikes: the color yellow; homework; black and white tv; unsweet tea; popcorn

Personality:
Gemma is an attention hog, has been ever since she was little. Though the pregnancy is a sore topic for her, she will take attention in just about any way she can get it. She's worked as a dancer, though she upgraded to bartender recently. She's at the same place, though. She's impulsive and impatient with a wicked control streak, but if you can get past that, she's actually a pretty caring individual. She's passionate about things she cares about, and when she gets excited she talks alot and really fast, but it -usually- can't help but bring a smile to your face. Or maybe you'll just tell her to shut up, either way. She's a little self centered, and might take some redirecting to get back on track.

H I S T O R Y
History:
Gemma is the second born of the Biancardi family, though she likes to think of herself as the most mature. She always did her best to be noticed, whether it be by her parents, her siblings, or outsiders. Attention is something she craves, desires like the air she needs to breathe. If she doesn't get it, she will act out until she does. Her younger years were pretty uneventful. She was a fairly normal infant. Her childhood years were a little more trying, with the whole wanting attention thing. She had trouble concentrating in school, and became quite the little drama queen. Perhaps over the years she became a little spoiled, and with the arrival of two younger siblings, that took some of the attention away from herself and only aided the spoiled attitude.

In middle school, she got involved with the wrong group of people. Her grades suffered, and she started cutting class. It wasn't until they told Gemma that she would be held back that she straightened up. She managed to pass the grade, but there was something else. She was fourteen, and not a virgin... and pregnant. Of course everything went to shit then-- she surely had the attention that she wanted. Before anything could be done or even decided, though, she miscarried. Only a few weeks into the pregnancy, it wasn't that big of a deal physically. It was painful, but she got over that. Mentally, though, it stuck with her and caused her to straighten out.

R E L A T I O N S H I P S
Notable Relationships:
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Arianna was beginning to think her luck was changing back for the better. If you compared her popped tire to the beginning of her trip, it was just a spot of bad luck. A coincidence, really. There'd been a pothole in the road, she hadn't seen it, and bam. There are people who believe that everything happens for a reason, but Arianna wasn't one of them. She was a believer in coincidence, because after all, who could really see the future and predict everything? That brought in a whole other argument usually, including religion, and that wasn't something Arianna ever debated. Though perhaps she should have at least considered the possibility.

The tow truck arrived sooner than predicted, and Arianna nearly jumped for joy at seeing the lights. The driver, who introduced himself as Mike, had her car hooked up to the flatbed in no time. Obviously he had some practice doing this, and for that, the blonde was grateful. He confirmed her pothole theory as he drove towards the only open shop in town, stating that it was a rather nasty one the town had yet to fix, as it lay on the outskirts of the town. Most were lucky, he told her, and avoided it. At her slightly sour expression, he hastily coughed and apologized, throwing a cheeky, crooked grin in her direction.

The rest of the drive was pretty quiet. Arianna was exhausted, and she imagined he was too if he'd been working since the morning. It was hot as hell both outside the truck and in, and unable to deal with the stuffiness inside the truck, Arianna rolled her window down. Mike said nothing, just rolled his down too, creating a crossbreeze that Ari so desperately wanted. Wishing she'd grabbed a hair tie out of her car, she instead just reached around and held up her hair with her hands, letting the night air hit her neck and cool her down as they drove.

The shop wasn't anything spectacular, though Arianna did notice the wind pick up as they approached the building. She quickly forgot about the wind as they pulled into the parking lot, and Arianna spotted a lone figure leaning against the side of the building, smoking. He put his cigarette out as Mike parked, and both inhabitants of the tow truck hopped out, though Arianna was a bit quicker than her companion. She headed around to the front of the truck just as Mike was placing one booted boot on the ground.

"Hey, Silas." Mike nodded towards the man leaning against the wall. Arianna cast him a sideways glance, though remained silent. But it didn't matter, because Mike kept talking. "This is Arianna. Flat tire. She hit that blasted pothole out on Baker." He nodded in the general direction they'd come from, and then set to unhooking the car in the usual spot. "Working late again, I see."

Oh, now Arianna felt bad. Pursing her lips, she stood off to the side, arms crossed across her chest while she watched Mike and her car. The tire didn't look as bad as before, perhaps it'd be a quick fix. But what did she know? Taking a few steps forward, she glanced up at the guy that Mike had called Silas. "Do you think it'll take long?"
 
Name: Koth Biancardi
Nickname: Gunnar
Age: 18
Affiliation: Part Of The Family.
Appearance:
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Occupation: N/A
Skills: Artist, CQC Master, Weapons Expert. Managment, Natural Leader.
Likes: Tattoos, Tomboys, HK417 (Weapon), Games, Loyalty.
Dislikes: Dicks, Self-centeredness, Parts Of Himself, Shallow People, Liars.
Personality: He is quiet most of the time but when he is needed he steps up and takes a hold of things. He happens to flirt without even meaning to.
History: When he was a kid he learned that life was unfair at all times so he learned to have an iron will. If he talks to you and lets you know the emotions he trusts you. Even after getting his heart broken several times he still has faith in everyone around him, even though he has trust issues there is a lot of reasons for those things.
Notable Relationships: Freya Vollrath (Actual person/romantic interest)
 


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  • 1521991716497.pngName: Claudia Rosa Biancardi

    Age: 43

    Affiliation:
    Biancardi. Who else?!

    Occupation:
    "Mrs Biancardi"
    Nightclub Owner

    Skills:
    Seduction and distraction
    Fraud and Identity Theft
    Self-defence
    Making men do things for her
    Cooking and baking
    Speaks English, Italian, Russian and French


 
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Reina Renee Richards


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    Name:
    Reina Renee Richards

    Age:
    27

    Affiliation:
    Biancardi

    Role:
    Hitman

    Skills:
    Has a way of sneaking up on people without making any noise
    Can kill without making too big of a mess
    Very perceptive of people and their intentions
    Knows how to keep her emotions in check
    Hand to Hand Combat
    Knives expert
    Reina was a night owl.
    Which meant, most of her business would be conducted at night. Currently, there was a man tied by his legs and pinkies to a wooden chair with a blindfold across his head. The room in which he sat was covered in clear plastic, making a crinkle noise every time he shifted. Reina walked into the room, her heels clacking on the floor while her hair was stuffed into an orange bonnet. "A girl's gotta protect her hair, right?" She rhetorically asked. There was a sinister smile on her face as she sat in and empty, identical chair across from him. Her fingers were laced together as she took a deep sigh, looking around. "You know, I actually don't enjoy this... I really don't and people think I do." She lied.

    While she did enjoy it, she also didn't. It was a very complicated feeling she had all the time. But what kind of person would she be if she told that to her target? "It's the weird rooms I have to use... Always dark and dingy and smell the worst. I take at least four showers when I get home. That's why I started wearing the bonnet se- oh wait." She remembered he still had the blind fold on and stood, briefly, to take it off. Of course the man, who was smaller than she, was crying and shaking his head basically pleading for his laugh. She sat back down and shook her head, sucking in air through her teeth. "Listen, listen, listen. You know the deal, man. You cross the family you have to pay for it. I'm just here doing what I'm told so." Taking a deep breath she shrugged her shoulders and walked over to a table, tools laid out. Picking up a knife, she made a face and shook her head. "Too practical." She picked up a pair of garden sheers and nodded. "A lot better."

    Walking back to him with the tool in hand, she sighed. "Here's the rules, okay? I'm cutting your toes and fingers off." A sharp cry could be heard and then Reina shushing him, berating him for interrupting while she was speaking. "I want you to count backwards from 100 subtracting 2 okay? Like 100... 98... 96... So on and so forth. It'll keep you sane through all of this." Slipping on a pair of black heavy duty gloves, she hummed a lullaby she heard from so long ago. "You won't die... Today."

 
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Robert Stone Jr.
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  • Name: Robert Stone Jr

    Age: 25

    Affiliation: Biancardi]

    Role: Driver/Mechanic

    Skills:
    Able to think critically when diagnosing a vehicle and its related failures
    Heavily trained in defensive driving
    Strong leadership skills and a high charismatic level
    Physically strong to endure long sessions of car diagnosis and repair
    Has fast hands to help him fix cars at a fast pace
    Has extensive knowledge of different models of vehicles and some of the common failures

    "Uumm Robert could you please get me something from the supermarket? There is a box of chocolate brand that i love..." Paula said with a slight hesitation, which aroused his suspicion.
    " Jacques Torres Chocolate? i know. You still under estimate me after we have been best-friends for a very loong time. Okay. What's the occasion?" Robert said as he stood up to stretch since he was sitting down for hours.
    "Nothing. Can't a girl have her favorite chocolate once in a while?" Paula said rhetorically.
    "Well I'll be damned. look who has grown balls. Fine fine. Let's go."


    Robert woke up from his nap he was taking. Why was he remembering this? Why of all times? He shook his head and returned to his small nap. He had orders to complete but he was exhausted. He closed his eyes once more.

    Robert was walking to his favorite diner, 4 miles from his home. He needed a triple layered burger and nothing was going to stop him from getting it. As he was listening to Gun's and Roses on his iPod, he received a text message from Paula.
    "I'm sorry Robert. I can't do this anymore. I can't take the message I received from the hospital of how my parents are dead. I can't take it anymore. I'm sorry."
    He stopped dead in his tracks. He quickly replied,"Give me 10 minutes, I will bring triple decker burgers for lunch."
    The response he got sent his heart to overdrive. "Thank you for the smiles. I felt special and warm. i will always remember you" He quickly turned around and ran towards his best friend's house.

    But he was too late.

    He rushed through the door and nearly broke it's hinges. He ran upstairs, frantically shouting her name, "PAULA!!! WHERE ARE YOU??!! PAAUULLAAAA!!!!" He swept room to room and when he made it to the bathroom, he froze. What he saw was forever stamped to his subconscious mind forever. Paula was in the bathtub, both wrists cut vertically and a small nick to the thigh. He looked around and the sink had spots of blood. That was where she started the cut. The phone was on the floor,screen still on and an unsent message to him, "i love you." He quickly rushed to Paula's side and tried to close all the wounds. The blood was quickly draining from her to the the tub, tears rolled down his face, repeating the same phrase all over again, "No. This can't be happening. No. This can't be happening. No. This can't be happening. No. This can't be happening. No. This can't be happening." His hands were blood red and finally Paula managed to open her eyes and say her last words. "i...Loo.oove..yyooouuu." Her face, angelic face went silent. No movement whatsoever. He climbed into the tub and wrapped his hands around her and cried loudly. He cried for hours and hours and it all went blurry.


    Robert woke up, breathing heavily. Beaded sweat formed on his face, mouth agape, panting hard, tears falling from his eyes. He sat upright on the couch and walked around the room. He stood at his desk and picked Paula's smiling portrait. He hugged it tight for 10 minutes, eyes closed as he hummed her favorite song over and over again.

 
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[div class=nametext]DAMIEN WECHSLER[/div][div class=titletext]black jack rat[/div]
Basic Info
[div class=bodtext]Name: Damien Wechsler
Age: 33
Affiliation: NYPD
Occupation: Casino Dealer

Skills:
•Exceptional memory retention
•Carrying on a conversation
•Keeping informed with recent occurrences
•Trained in combat and marksmanship by the NYPD
•Proficient and precise with handiwork-related tasks[/div]
Personality
[div class=bodtext]Likes:
•Good company
•Perusing through the daily news
•Keeping his hands busy
•Fine dining
•Listening in on conversations

Dislikes:
•Slow days
•Cheats in the casino
•The closed-minded
•Unnecessary violence
•Police stereotypes

Staying true to the task he was given by the police force, Damien always keeps an ear open to the chaotic world he has been implanted in. He’s a firm believer in the idea that information is power, knowing how to take full advantage of the position and reputation he had established within the Biancardi family. He understands that he lives a dangerous life and walks a precarious path on a daily basis, therefore adopting a cautious and meticulous approach to everything. On a similar note, he maintains a tendency to take on the role of a listener in casual conversations, preferring to respond to the points of others rather than bringing up topics himself.

He’s never one to bring attention to himself and is wary of where the spotlight shines, though he still seldom shies away from social events and gatherings. Instead, these scenarios are generally where he shines the most, where he is capable of gathering dirt on the Biancardi family under the pretense of making small talk. Despite the nature of his undercover position, he treats the family’s members with respect and obedience while also demonstrating his own usefulness in his work at the casino. Such mannerisms have made Damien one of the more likeable figures to the higher-ups in the family, and thus explaining his close connections with several of its members.[/div]
History
[div class=bodtext]Being born to a lawyer and a legal secretary working in the same firm, Damien had instilled within him the importance of law and order at an early age. He grew up with a self-proclaimed golden moral compass that naturally included a distinct distaste for criminals in general. His hatred toward criminals was further nourished and reinforced by an attempted assassination on his father, who at the time was prosecuting a case against a notorious and distinguished gang member. Though ultimately there were no casualties and punishment was justly dished out, the event still left its marks. Given the experience, it was understandable that Damien sought out a career path that also allowed him to project his sense of justice. The product of his soul-searching? He landed himself a secure spot among those in the police force, of course.

Originally, the man had been stationed in the suburbs of New York City. When the conflict between the police and the Biancardis escalated, however, a large body of officers were relocated to the more densely populated sectors of the city, Damien being one of them. He watched as his fellow officers struggled to keep the city’s streets clean of crime, and persevered through a number of failed attempts at ridding its criminals. But when the time came, he’d have his chance to get his hands deep into dismantling the criminal organization himself. Having kept a relatively low-profile over the years and having been a dedicated member of the force for years, Damien was approached with the offer of infiltrating the organization as a bold effort to push along the NYPD’s fight against crime.

And infiltrate he did. The act of landing a job within the family wasn’t all that difficult, but his ability to not only hold onto that position but to rise up the ranks would certainly be in question. But whereas other workers didn’t have the tenacity or charisma to work the casino tables, Damien was adaptable enough to the situation he was presented with. Knowing where his place was and what he needed to do to gain access to the family’s upper echelons, he started his slow climb in the Biancardi ladder. Conscious of his every decision and its potential consequences, he eventually managed to gain the trust of the family after some extended months of working under their service. Since then, he has acted as a valued confidant and employee of the Biancardis, but most notably serves as a good conversationalist with whom members are comfortable talking with while playing at the table.[/div]
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Sample Writing
[div class=bodtext]The secret was to get there early. The sun had been hovering over the horizon for no more than half an hour by the time Damien had concluded his regular correspondence trip to the precinct. Though traveling back and forth from the premises without being detected seems a daunting task, the early hour worked quite favorably to his advantage. Either way, it’s not as if these criminals were foolish enough to be willingly hanging around the cops regardless. Still, it was in his best interest to proceed with caution. Thoroughly examining the perimeter of the building for any abnormalities or points of suspicion, he proceeded to its posterior.

#1: Always use the back door.

Revealing an identification card from his back pocket, he held it up the scanning device, granting him access to the building’s interior. With his other free hand, Damien pulled out a crisply-folded piece of paper from his jacket pocket. Navigating the rooms and hallways with relative ease, he greeted the few officers still stationed at this hour before continuing on to his destination. Within a few minutes he arrived at a dimly-lit room at the corner of the building, its walls covered with employee mailboxes installed into them. S… T… U… V… W. WARREN... WATSON.... WEASLEY… WEBBER… WECHSLER. In dropped the folded note that Damien had held onto this whole time—his written correspondence on what the Biancardi family had been up to for the past week.

With this job done for the day, he allowed himself a quick glance at his wristwatch. He wouldn’t be due at the casino for a good few hours. Still, it never hurt to arrive early on the scene. Before he could do so, however, he’d have to make a detour back to his apartment.

#2: Leave no evidence. Give them no reason to suspect you.

The badge, for instance, had to go. Even the pistol issued to him by the department might draw some questions and unwanted attention. He stuffed these items into a drawer on his nightstand. He exchanged his precinct ID card to another for the Biancardi casino. The transformation was essentially complete. Making his final preparations and checking his person one final time for anything incriminating, Damien left his residence, clean of any physical evidence linking him to the cops. And forget entirely about hitching a ride in a police vehicle—public transportation was the only way to go. But as much as he despised public transportation, he made it a point not to complain.

#3: Always start off the day with a smile.

After all, it would be a long day. That’s just how it always was.[/div]
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Name: Darcy Reagan Gent
Nickname: Darce, Night Vision
Age: 24
Affiliation: Undercover Rat
Occupation: Greaser Rat

Skills: Natural follower, quick learner // self-instructor, strong instinctive fighting style, knowledgeable and skilled with rifles, speed demon behind a wheel, oddly good night vision
Likes: Engines, working with his hands, sleeping outside, drawing, animals and little kids, convertibles
Dislikes: Feeling invisible and unimportant, explosion-like sounds, bad jokes, loud music and dancing, awkward silence, power abuse, broken promises
Personality:
Socially awkward, quiet, and serious, Darcy always seems hyper-aware of how other people perceive him. He was taught to make a good, respectable first impression, so he is always very soft-spoken and courteous when meeting someone for the first time. In honesty, he doesn’t change much after people get to know him. He reserves his opinions for when they are requested and in return, doesn’t ask many questions of other people.
He is more proud than he would like to admit and absolutely refuses to ask for help in any way. He will politely accept help if he must, but it’s quite clear in those situations that he would rather drink vinegar. It’s not really his fault: he was forced to be self-reliant growing up and if he can’t do it himself, he thinks he needs to become better then try again. Most of the time he looks for the best in a person, but his first instinct when help is offered is to be offended.
Fortunately, not much else offends him. Mostly because he tries to stay out of everyone’s way and assumes that they will do the same for him. It’s not just because he is anti-social. He knows that he has a chip on both shoulders and a hard time controlling it, so he decided a long time ago that it would be best to avoid situations that bring out the worst in him.
He has a soft spot when it comes to other military veterans and he usually feels an instant connection when he can talk to someone about what he went through. Many times it’s misguided or one-sided, but he has become skilled in talking to other people with chips on their shoulders. Because of his quiet nature, he is a good listener and easy to talk to. Unless, of course, he accidentally offends or intimidates someone first. For being so over-conscious of how he comes off to other people, he is still rather naive about the fact that he can seem snobby and standoffish.
History:
Darcy was born to a poor family with too many children. His whole life his parents worked to keep their children fed and clothed. Understandably, this kept them from spending time with their children most days, since they both worked multiple jobs. This meant that the older kids were basically parenting their siblings from a young age, Darcy included. He was one of the middle-born children and he never really stood out to his parents; he was just one of the clan. It hurt all the Gent children in different ways, but they learned how to get along with just each other. It wasn’t a miserable childhood, but like his older siblings, Darcy was eager to get out of the house as soon as he turned eighteen. He graduated public school and went straight into the Army. It was partly a sense of duty and partly because it was free that drew him there, but he truly did grow to love the comradery and structure that being a soldier provided.
He was shipped overseas to the frontline of the war against terror and spent many a long night in tents, shivering from the freezing temperatures that came at the falling of the sun each day. He was there for several tours in a row and eventually lost count of the friends he had lost. Somehow, he got through it all mostly unscathed; a silent testament to his skills with a gun.
Getting home proved that neither he, nor the place he remembered was the same. With his family scattered throughout the U.S. and his childhood hometown seeming so foreign, he moved away to try and start over. Like many veterans, he deeply struggled with normality, unable to hold a job or find friends. In many ways, he felt forgotten by the country he had fought for, watched his friends die for, and that made him bitter. His one relief from the torture of everyday life was working on cars. The simple repetition of working on engines gave him an escape and he managed to hold a job in a garage for several months. Unfortunately, he still couldn’t pay the rent and in his darkest hour, he started walking on the edge of a life of crime. One of his old squadmates somehow heard that he was in town and how close he was to the criminal underworld. His squad mate, now a cop, quickly took advantage of the situation. He called Darcy in and offered a deal: work undercover in a gang for a while, get some solid intelligence, and he would be offered a profitable job as an officer. Darcy had nothing left to lose, so he agreed and was sent back out to earn a position in the Biancardi gang.

Notable Relationships: TBA

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Greaser Rat


Writing Sample
Darcy’s car clanked and coughed out clouds of exhaust as he pushed the pedal to the floorboard. It groaned loudly but gained speed at a steady rate. Quite suddenly, red and blue flashing lights lit up his mirrors and a siren blared. His foot moved to the brake and he coasted to the side of the road, too tired to do anything but stare at the cop growing bigger in his mirror. Head lowered slightly, he rolled down his window and waited for the cop to tell him his brake light was out. He was damn sure this wasn’t about a speeding ticket. “Get out of the car.” The cop said, hands on hips, waiting for him to comply. “What’s this about?” He asked softly, eyes on his boots. The cop leaned in to hear what he said, then straightened up with a grin. “None of your business. I said get out.” The burly cop looked about ready to drag Darcy through the window when he reached for the door handle and got out, standing up to his full height slowly. He looked the cop in the eye. “What is this about?” He asked again, just as quietly. “Turn around, put your hands on the car, you’re under arrest.” He seemed to take a little too much pleasure from saying that to Darcy. Darcy’s eyes darkened and he squared his shoulders, sizing up the cop.
His vision blurred and he grabbed for the car door to steady himself as he suddenly pictured the cop in an Army uniform, bleeding from the head, lying on the ground. “Henr-“ He began, recognition lighting his eyes, but the words were cut off as the cop spun him around and threw him against the car. “You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law. You have the right to—“ Darcy tuned out the rest of the speech, feeling cold metal cinch around his wrists behind him.
“This is a mistake.” He said quietly, allowing Henry to push him towards the cop car. “Watch your head.” Henry said, a little less unkind as he pushed Darcy into the back seat. Darcy winced slightly as the door slammed. He watched his piece of junk car fly past as Henry hit the accelerator. It was too bad. He kind of liked the car, hoped one day he would be able to fix it up. But now? There was no way he would be able to afford to get it out of impound. “Where are you taking me?” He asked, leaning forward slightly so he wouldn’t have to raise his voice. Henry snorted, then spoke over his shoulder. “I have a proposition. We need to talk.” That was the last thing either of them said until they pulled up to the station.

“—and all you’d have to do is keep going down the path you’re already on. Once you get inside, just play it casual and get as much info as you can. We have other people in there if you’re ever in a pinch. Once you have something solid for us to act on, you’re free to get out of there. Come back here, give me the intel, and if it’s good, you’ll be offered a job. Something I would see to personally.” They hadn’t been particularly close when they served together, but Darcy knew his reputation well enough to trust that he would follow his word. Henry watched him closely from across the metal table, as if he could read Darcy’s thoughts if he tried hard enough. Darcy had gotten lost in thought, staring at his still-cuffed hands on the table. “Darce. Darce!” Darcy jumped slightly, then looked up to meet Henry’s eyes. “What do you say, Night Vision?” He asked, smiling slightly to boost the friend appeal. Darcy looked back down at his hands and nodded slowly. “Let me just get one thing straight...you need me, right?” He asked, looking back up, but not quite meeting Henry’s eyes this time. Henry frowned, confused, but answered anyway. “Uh, yeah. That’s right.” Darcy smiled for the first time; a half-smile, but it counted. “Then I want my car back.”
 
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    Melissa Hopkins

    Age:
    23

    Affiliation:
    Undercover/NYPD

    Occupation:
    Nerdy Rat

    Skills:
    Mathematics and Accountancy
    Computing (Programming, Hacking, etc)
    Tech Whiz
    BMX stunts/racing and skateboarding


 
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Zoey Biancardi
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Nickname
Zoe

Age
17

Affiliation
Biancardi Family

Occupation
Student

Skills
Hand to hand combat - trained in this since a young age. Zoey isn’t oblivious to her family’s business and is well aware of the amount of enemies they have. She trains regularly to keep up her stamina and strength.

Sharp shooter- Zoey isn’t an overly strong girl and so she knows that in a battle between her and a grown man she doesn’t stand much of a chance. Her objective with learning weapons was as a safety per-caution hoping to never use one, but it turns out she has a pretty good aim with a gun.

Seductive - Zoey knows how to use her words and body effectively to get what she wants. She knows how to wrap a man around her little finger if necessary.

Manipulation - Zoey has always had an interest in the human brain and how it works as well as the way people react around different stimuli. Due to her studies in psychology, Zoey has grasped an understanding of the human brain and it's abilities. She could shoot someone in front of you and then convince you that you had killed them. "That's the issue with organic memory, you can never be 100% sure of what you encountered and so with a few carefully selected words you can plant a memory"

Likes
The rain on her skin
Adventures/ seeing new places
Festivals
Music
Partying
Her family
Drinking
Animals

Dislikes
Being bored/ having nothing to do
Being told what to do or more importantly what not to do
Dark chocolate
The word "moist"
The feeling of being controlled or trapped
Dark enclosed spaces
Spiders
Cops
Traitors
Lies

Personality

Virtues
Kind hearted - Zoey is a kind, caring girl who will look out for her family and friends. She hates to see people upset and will do her best to try and cheer them up. When she's not manipulating people to get her way she's genuinely a nice person who can care a little too much at times.
Fiercely Loyal - Zoey believes in Loyalty and trust and these two things are very important to her, they are essential if you want to be associated with her. This means that once you gain her trust, she will follow you to the ends of the earth, she will stick by you no matter what. However if you break her trust or show yourself to be in-loyal then it is impossible to gain it back.
Headstrong - Zoey knows what she wants and she is not afraid to go after it. She will fight for what she believes in and will not back down from a fight. Zoe is not afraid to get her hands dirty and will do whatever needs to be done in a situation but only if she believes its the right thing. She does not let anyone walk over her or her family.
Honest - Zoey doesn't believe in wasting time and telling lies. She is brutally honest and will say it how it is, what good does lying do to someone? If you ask her opinion be ready for the possibility that the answer may be insulting. She doesn't mean to be insulting, she would just prefer to be told the truth. She expects the same of others. However they are some cases where she would lie but that is mostly to the cops.

Vices
Honest - This can be seen as both a virtue and a vice depending on how you look at it.
Stubborn - Once Zoey believes in something she will not let it go. She is like a dog with a bone and she will keep at it regardless of how many times she is told to let it go or how many times she fails trying to achieve something. This comes hand in hand with her argumentative side, she finds herself unable to let things go and always has to have the last word.
Spontaneous - Zoey is the type of person who does things without a plan, she likes to keep busy and prefers to be doing something so more often than not she will go off to have her own adventure or have her own fun. This is not always good for those around her as she is hard to keep track off and she can be described as unpredictable.
Sharp tounged - Zoey knows how to use her words to slice a person into too. In arguments she can come across as quite cold and cunning and she knows exactly how to get under someone's skin. In most cases her words are her weapons. She is also quite sarcastic which a lot of people don't appreciate but she thinks of sarcasm as a form of intelligence.

History
Zoey has always been aware of her family's business and since a young age has been interested in the life of a gangster and the world in which she was brought up. She learned to fight since a young age so to protect herself from any potential dangers that may arise. Since she was a child she has always been interested in how the human brain works, she found it fascinating how people reacted to different things both physically and emotionally and so she used to conduct secret experiments to watch her theories come to life. She spent a great deal of her childhood people watching and rathered this over playing with her toys, she loved watching as people's expressions changed or how their body language would give away what they were feeling in a cetain situation, it made sense that she would study psychology in College.

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Affiliation: Biancardi
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Name: Dante Silvio Biancardi
Nickname: Silver, Daunt
Age: 23
Affiliation: Biancardi
Occupation: Mostly does what his father tells him, but he regularly works in the underground casino
Skills: Well-trained in multiple martial arts fighting styles, good head for business, expert at playing ‘good cop,’ speaks English and French and is working on Russian, very charismatic and easy to trust, excellent actor
Likes: Writing music, family, the ocean // beaches, learning, vacationing, snowboarding
Dislikes: Being around death, failing his father, traitors // abusers // cheats // people he considers dishonorable, heights, most types of alcohol, a lack of privacy
Personality: Dante, as the first-born Biancardi child, grew up with a lot of pressure, real or imagined. He never felt adequate or like he could live up to his father’s legacy. He has a need to be the best in the room and constantly tries to overachieve in an effort to prove his worth. In many ways this drive helped him become a stronger person, always bettering himself and pushing his own limits. Unfortunately, he never really relaxes or seems satisfied because of this and is a rather stress-inducing person to be around. He isn’t necessarily hyper-active, but he sees certain things as an unnecessary waste of time.
This is where his acting abilities are extremely helpful. He is a true gentleman and rarely lets on when he is upset or uncomfortable. He always seems to be confident and at ease, naturally concealing his weaknesses without putting much thought to it. This is most useful in business interactions or stressful or dangerous situations where he almost seems to be at his best. Calm and level-headed in those times, it can be rather annoying to other people when he doesn’t lose his cool. Of course he isn’t emotionless or as controlled as he would like to be. Bottling and internalizing everything takes its toll on him. He craves the moments where he can be alone and not have to worry about appearances, letting everything go. Because of the rarity of those moments, he tends to spend most nights pacing his room or walking around outside to unwind. Unfortunately that lack of sleep feeds back into his cycle of stress and he has come to depend entirely on those night hours to unwind.
The only other time he relaxes much at all is around family. His family means the world to him and their safety is always in the back of his mind. He knows they can all fend for themselves if needed, but, especially when it comes to his younger siblings, he has a very protective nature. He always tries to be there for his siblings, although he might think he has a closer bond with all of them than he actually does, due to his stressful and closed-off tendencies.
History:
Dante’s childhood was rather uneventful as he recalls it, considering the fact that his father is a prominent gang leader. As the oldest, perhaps a bit more than his siblings, he grew up heavily involved in the family business; always tagging along with his father to collect debts, or with his mother to her nightclub. Their particular way of life was natural and normal for him his entire childhood. As the oldest child and potential heir to the family legacy, he always tried to be active and interested in the business growing up. He had only a few close friends in school since his home life was rather more private than most, which contributed to his strong relationship with his parents and siblings. He took his role as protective older brother seriously, especially when it came to his sisters. One of the lessons he learned from his father that he took most seriously to heart was that family always comes first.
He had a couple short-lived relationships in highschool, but for the most part he didn’t find much time for outside distractions. He went to college a year early and graduated with a business degree and a minor in foreign languages. After school, he dedicated himself entirely to the Biancardi family business, working mostly in the underground casino in management. It hurt him a little that his cousin became his father’s right hand man, but he accepted it and simply makes an effort to make himself available whenever his father needs something done.
On his days off, he semi-secretly goes to a speakeasie-style music hall to enjoy the music there, or occasionally play a piece he composed. He hasn’t mentioned it to anyone in the family or invited any of them along, although if any of them has found out, he doesn’t yet know.
Notable Relationships: TBA
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Eldest Child



Writing Sample
Dante sipped from the crystal whiskey glass and leaned back comfortably in his booth seat. He had an excellent view of the stage where a charming girl was singing a classic jazz song. The stress lines in his forehead eased slightly as he let the warmth of the alcohol take over. The warm carved wood decor and stained-glass lamps hung from the wall provided a rare escape to an older time. He wasn’t usually sentimental about older times, but this place certainly spoke to him. He considered the people around him for a moment; all incredibly diverse and all seeming as if they should be out of place here, and yet they weren’t. Perhaps that was the magic of it all. A 9-to-5 office worker, a barista, a stripper, a gang leader’s son, all just listening to music and drinking alcohol in the middle of the day. It was the weekend, so that provided some excuse at least.
Dante swirled his glass slowly, trying not to feel guilty for having snuck away to spend a few hours here. There was always something to be done at home, but it was nice to pretend that he didn’t care for a while. He sighed softly and replaced his glass on the table, leaning his head against the lightly padded seat back and letting his eyes drift shut. He only had himself to blame for being so exhausted. He just couldn’t understand why he hadn’t taken more naturally to working alongside his father. It had been his future and dream for so long, something he had been prepared for from a young age. Then again, maybe he was simply letting his childish dreams about what it all would be like ruin reality. He opened his eyes and retrieved his glass to take another sip. Just then, the music organizer approached him with a polite and respectful smile.
“Will you be playing today, Mr. Silver?” She asked, stepping back and sweeping an arm towards the stage. A piano had been pulled partway into sight and the stage lights were dimmed almost entirely so that anyone on stage would be nothing more than a silhouette. He only ever played with the lights dimmed; perhaps because it made the audience listen to the music instead of watching him play, or because sometimes he enjoyed being a theatrical little shit.
He returned her smile, downing his drink and standing up. “Of course. Thank you.” She nodded and her smile widened as she led him towards the stage, stopping at the few steps that led up to the piano bench to let him pass her. He settled into the darkness, closed his eyes, and began to play.
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Officer Tyler Williams NPC
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Name:
Officer Tyler Williams

Age:
28

Role:
Undercover Rat

 

Maddox AdlerPart time Character-WIP
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Name:
Maddox Adler

Age:
37

Role:
German Gang Boss

 

My Basic Info
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Name: Matthew Davenport

Nickname: Matt, Legion

Age: 23

Sexuality: Homosexual

Gender: Male

Occupation: Techie

Family:

Garrett Davenport: Father
Kate Davenport: Mother
Emmett Davenport: Brother


Affiliation: Biancardi Family

Personality
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Matthew tends to be the kind of guy who sticks to himself, yet despite being slightly introverted he is incredibly loyal to those he deems worthy of his loyalty. He is also steadfast in his beliefs, while not necessarily vocal about them. He is also willing to hack into anything when needed. He is generally snappy towards everyone with the exception of Antonio, since he had helped Matthew out of a spot of trouble. Despite not being as intimidating as other members of the gang, Matthew is no less dangerous. He is not afraid to go on the offensive when needed to prove himself comes up. Matthew is the type of person that when he develops a crush, he falls hard but hides it before ending up getting hurt when the person of interest ends up getting with someone.

Matthews relationship with his family is not good, bordering on being disowned. Matthew sees the older members of the Biancardi family as his own blood family. Since Antonio had helped him out and Matt was brought into the fold of the family.

Likes:
1. Working on new technology
2. Increasing his online presence
3. Information farming
4. Testing new hacking methods
5. Feeling useful to the family


Dislikes:
1. Homophobes
2. Disloyalty
3. People who threaten his new family
4. Killing for fun
5. Police & Politics

My History
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Matt grew up as the youngest of 3 siblings. While his older siblings enjoyed normal pursuits, Matt got into tech from an early age loving to see how things worked and find out their capabilities. His parents tried supporting their sons interest in technology, however this interest coupled with his natural introverted personality soon caused them worry. Matt was spending more time on his computer than he was with other children.

Matt naturally excelled in school, while many thought it was Matt being naturally gifted. Matt had actually developed a hacking system that also shielded him from being detected online. He had hacked the school system and was able to get the tests ahead of time. This was to keep pressure off him for studying so Matt could focus more on being online.

Matt began to shift into the dark web soon after, using money fraud and hacking to keep himself fairly comfortable. He went to college but used the money he was building up to get his own place, its not like he could continue his activities in campus accommodation. Matt earned a degree in IT engineering, leaving college soon after and set up a small business that worked on IT security.

All of his applications had a built in gateway which allowed him back door access when needed but he rarely had to use it. He had developed a name for himself online being known as "Legion". He continued to farm useful information and his sphere of influence online only continued to grow.

Matt got into a spot of trouble when some upstart gang wanted to demand his service. While Matt was generally in the grey area regarding gang work, he did not like being forced to do it. After trying to stand up for himself, he found himself facing the end of a gun. Luckily for him Antonio Biancardi had intervened directly taking out the small upstart gang. It was afterwards that Matt found out the gang wanted information that could ruin the Biancardi family and that by refusing to help them, Matt showed he could be trusted so was invited to "Join the family".

Relationships
Antonio Biancardi: Matthew sees Antonio as a father figure in his life with a little dash of hero worship thrown in, considering Antonio had prevented a bullet becoming aquainted with Matts skull.

Claudia Biancardi: If Matt sees Antonio as a replacement father, then he definitely sees Claudia as a mother figure. In his mind she is everything a mother should be, elegant but not afraid to protect her children anyway she can.

Sofia Montalto: Matt has an ok relationship with her, she often passes on things that Antonio needs doing, or even just collects information that the family need or even benefit from.

Daniel Biancardi - Fontana: Like Sofia, Matt's relationship with Daniel is mostly of a work type. With Matt passing on information that would be needed for a job or pulling up information for future work.

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BOWIE “LAZARUS”
B.I.S.TECHNOLOGIST
#MODERN BASTARD#

USERNAME: ******
PASSWORD: ************

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FILE//BASIC INFO

FIRST NAME: Bradley
SURNAME: Reddington
NICKNAME: Goes by Bowie (for his taste in music and nostalgia), but his dark web name is Lazayrus

AGE: 30

GENDER: Male


SEXUALITY: Bi


APPEARANCE: Tall and toned, Bowie stands at 6’3, and weighs around 190lbs in lean muscle. His eyes are a steel-grey, like the color of a cloudy day. His hair jet black, and always kept slicked back.



FILE//ON THE JOB

WEAPONS: Bowie is known for his infamous breifcase, which is locked by a fingerprint scanner. The contents in side however pertain to his job. His laptop and other nessicary or backup equipment is stored there. Often keeping cords, bugs, and other useful toys in there as well. Armed with a M45, he keeps it holstered under his coat at all times.

OUTFIT: Bowie has two types of outfits. His first being usually accompanied with his leather jacket, a nice button up or tee, jeans, and dress shoes. The other being a full suit, usually sticking to black & white or other variations of the palette. But one consistent article are his Raybans and earbuds, two must-haves.


ROLE: T E C H I E


SKILLS: Supieror intelligence ◦ Can hack into anything ◦Skilled shooter ◦ Problemsolving ◦
ABILITIES: Technical Skills; Photographic Memory;. ;

STRENGTHS: » Smart » Strategical » Driven » Anything technology related
WEAKNESSES: « Can use revenge as a driving point « Sometimes rebels against orders but usually to aim for a better outcome « Struggles in large social situations « Overly obsessive with his equipment

FILE//PERSONA

PERSONALITY: Bowie is a typically quiet man, keeping his earbuds in and his mouth shut. But, if he disagrees with anything he’ll make sure to let you know, and tell you all the reasons why. His intelligence is a force to be reckoned with, seeing as he runs a empire with a few clicks of a keyboard, and can make unimaginable things happen with a click of a button. His pride for his craft can make him arrogant at times, but with the ability to back it up. Betrayal and lying run deep within him, being almost hypocritical at times, those two things angering him more than anything else in this world. Word of advice, don’t fuck with Bowie.

LIKES: ▲ smoking▲ spicy foods ▲ listening to music while hacking ▲

DISLIKES: ▼ involvement in large social situations ▼ ignorance ▼rats

FILE//BACKGROUND

Bowie was born in the heart of San Diego, to a waitress mother, and a father who had abandoned him for his reasons unknown. Growing up as the man of the household, his mother worked a 9-5, while he attended school and picked up any side job available. At the age of 15 however was when he got his first computer, dinosaur compared to his today, but that was the kickstart to the Lazayrus Empire.

The Dark Web. First it was a adventure to explore other money opportunities, the second time it was out of curiosity, and the third... Well enjoyment. You could buy anything, sell anything, hell hire anyone to do anything! All you needed to know is how to organize a few 0’s and 1’s. And so his criminal life began, taking payment to hack into anything that was asked of him, ex’s computers, maybe a bosses database, you name it he did it. With those jobs he slowly built a loyal customer group, and was able to use them as spies within the web and around the world.

But Judgement Day came for him. Paid largely by an anynomus source to hack into Google, steal millions, as well as lines of codes, he decided to do it. Taking him 2 hours, he did the task needed, and transferred all the desired information after copying it for himself to the buyer, who then split the money. Within the hour the feds knew Google had been hacked, but had no clue who. He needed to leave. When telling his mother of his departure, he caught her with a man in bed, a unknown man. Apparently she hadn’t been a waitress, nor he the only bastard the bitch probably had. Stealing his mothers car, he decided the best spot to hide was small. Just him, the car, and the road.

For about a month he kept it up, before meeting a man named Christopher at a truck stop in Kansas. The man promised him security, a good job, and a new life. Seizing the opportunity, he left with the man to New York. And ever since, he has helped the family in anyway he could, while also expanding his dark web empire.



Notable Relationships:
Bowen Reddington- Father (unknown)


theme: Theif- Ansel Elgrot



face claim: G-Eazy // code by: y o u n g j a e
 

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