Deej, Granny, and Sonia were the main characters of the third RP I created, "Welcome to Billboardsville!", where I had a dream that could only be explained as "the over-the-top anime goodness of Kill La Kill mixed in copious amounts of gritty gang violence!" The resulting RP had tons of potiential, but interest in developing the story fell by the wayside, and RPers followed suit. Who knows, maybe one day I could relaunch it on this website...

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Name: Deegan James "Deej" Morrison
Age: 18
Gender: Male

Appearance: Let's not beat around the bush here, Deegan is short. He's about 5 feet 4 inches, and about 110 pounds soaking wet. If you couldn't guess by his weight, he's also fairly skinny. His shoulders are weirdly broad for his size, though. He's got light brown skin, dark brown eyes, and black hair full of big, bouncy curls. Mostly wears colorful t-shirts, baggy khakis and cargos, and hi-tops. He wears a purple rosary around his neck, to remember his late brother by.

Personality: Deegan is impulsive. Likes to live in the moment, and will literally not think before he leaps. The death of his brother had made him reckless, much to the dismay of his parents. It also doesn't take much to excite him. He likes to run, but towards the fray, instead of away from it. He's a risk taker, just like his grandmother. He'll try anything once.

Special Talent(s): I'll be honest, Deegan isn't the sharpest brick in the masonry. But, the kid's got heart. He fights for his friends n' all that. He's a scrappy little fellow; pretty good at using his fists and feet. Due to his short stature and light weight, he can be very agile and flexible. He takes the expression "bouncing off the walls" in a very literal sense. He can get on a taller person's shoulder's in one leap.

Biography: Somewhere in the late nineties, the eldest daughter of the Sinclaire clan, Sierra, wanted to get out of the family business. With the promise of grandchildren, Shirley gracefully respected her decisions. True to her word, Sierra confirmed she was carrying twins by the end of the year. Twin boys, to be in fact. Deegan came out first, his brother Benji followed after. The family lived out most of the boy's young lives in Billboardsville, long before the issue of emerging gangs arose. The twins were inseparable during growth, brothers through and through.

As they reached middle school age, a Spanish gang known as the Conquistadors were slowly making themselves known in the Howie Towers housing complex just a block or so away from their house. The introduction of the gang made it a challenge to get from school and back on many occasion, but the two managed to get by. Except for one day. Benji was wearing blue one day, a color associated with one of the other established gangs, the Royals. Passing through Howie Towers, the two were confronted by about four older males, all brandishing some form of yellow on their persons.

One asked an expected question, "You a Royal?" They barely had any time to answer before they were assaulted. A flurry of fists, feet, bats, and knuckle dusters were brought upon the brothers. And even as they fought, it was clear the odds were stacked against them. And as Benji slipped into unconscious, his face bloodied and torn, an imposing figure of a man stepped through the crowd. The man, covered in tattoos, had a long yellow cloth covering his mouth. Deegan, equally mangled and driven by blinding rage, rushed towards the man, only to be driven into the concrete by the massive man's boot. "Tell your people of what occurred here today. Hate me if you must." And hate him he did. As the man kicked him away, he reached for Benji, holding him forth by the neck, like her just won a trophy. "This one...he will be the first." Down the line Deegan learned that the man was one of the Conquistador's lieutenants, called himself the "Matador". He never forgot that moment, and of the anger that stemmed from it.

He brought the news to his mother, injured, angry, ashamed. Distraught, and with no help from the police, Sierra collected her things, and moved from the city as fast as she could, with Deegan in tow. Three years later, and fresh out of high school, he received a call from his aunt, with the promise of making money working with his grandma. He didn't need another reason to come out, he saw this as an opportunity to get back at the Conquistadors or die trying. So he headed back to Billboardsville, scowling all along the way.
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Name: "Granny" Shirley Sinclaire 
Age: 72
Gender: Female

Appearance: Well, she's old, no doubt. Her whitish-gray hair has been mostly touched with a burgundy-brown hue, a shade that easily fades into her brown skin. She may have been thin and beautiful in her youth, but now standing at 5'9" and weighing in at about 230, she's formed into more of a roundish mass that most grannies take on at that age. She can usually be found in a business suit of sorts, obviously. She does have a place of business to run, after all.

Personality: Granny may be a very business-oriented woman, but you'd never guess that through her speech and actions. She's all sorts of sassy and bossy and loud and impersonal. She will not hesitate to throw her weight around, both figuratively and literally. Though, on a good day, she can be a very warm, loving woman. Too bad there haven't been much good days since Billboardsville went to shit. But hey, if everything goes according to her plan, then we might just see ol' Granny crack a smile again.

Talents: She's a world renowned cook, for starters. How else did you think she got her restaurant? It helps that she loves doing it, and it can be one of the few things that would keep her mind off of the ruin her city is falling to.

Also, she's built like a fucking brick wall. Seriously, don't let her age fool you, cuz she's as fast and strong as she is tough. I mean, the woman had to singlehandedly care for eight kids while running a gang and a popular restaurant. You think there haven't been times where she strong-armed herself out of a situation? There've been many folk who tried to walk into her restaurant and start some shit. And they were usually ushered out, by her, straight through the front window.

Not to mention, her years of business (both business, and "business") expertise have kept her mind razor sharp. Girl could write a book if she wanted. Instead she's gonna turn back to her younger days, and use that mind of hers to launch an assault big enough to set the whole town straight.

Biography: Hey, did you know that Granny Sinclaire ran a gang? Okay, yeah, I knew it too. But she didn't run all by herself. Hell, she wasn't even the head of the gang in its heyday. That title went to the late, great, Edward Sinclaire, a smooth talking salesman from up north. Every word he spoke was like dribbles of honey pouring into your ear. He walked into young Shirley's up-and-running establishment (then called Shirley's Soulful Sweets) and practically swept her off her feet with his words. With his slick words and extensive knowledge, he was just the thing needed to get the business booming. And as it seemed, as more and more money came in, business began to change. Soon they began receiving and shipping "flour" and "herbs" out to reliable buyers.

With Eddie's talk, came the fierce movement of drugs, weapons, and most other illegal supplies that could be bought. And to be honest, Shirley didn't care. All the extra business meant all the extra cash. In fact, she loved him even more for it. He was teaching her things she could've never learned through her own methods. As they built a impressive stable of movers, shakers, and moneymakers, their love for one another grew into a whirlwind. Almost literally too, like they popped out like 8 kids over a nine year span. 5 boys, and 3 girls. Soon, Shirley's Soulful Sweets became Sinclaire's Sweets, to represent the bond the two shared. But, these sort of crime stories never end well. Edward was gunned down in a act of gang violence.

The grief was almost overwhelming for Shirley. But she wasn't stopped. She had a restaurant to run! Contraband to move! Kids to raise! She couldn't mourn long. With the help of her eldest son and daughter, she got right back into the game and came just as hard, if not harder. As the new head of the Sinclaire Family, she had something to prove. And prove she did. The family held Billboardsville's underground in a tightly wound iron fist. Nothing got in or out of the city without her knowing. Some say the family grew ruthless under her rule, while she claimed to only increase productivity.

Years passed, and in her aging state, she decided to retire from the hustle and bustle of the crime underworld. And as kids drifted away, and her family flourished, she decided to put more of her focus into her restaurant. Her movers and shakers became her devoted cooks and cleaners. Her youngest child, Sonia, stayed behind with her mother, and helped manage the restaurant.
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[hider=Sonia Sinclaire]
Name: Sonia Sinclaire
Age: 30
Gender: Female

Appearance: Along with being the youngest of the Sinclaire clan, she's also the shortest at just 4'11". Match her small stature with the pair of bifocals and the bushy head of black hair she had to wear through youth, and you know she never had a fun time on school playgrounds. Luckily she's updated the look, her glasses small, sharp, square rimmed. Her bushy hair smoothed down to shoulder length. Due to years of her mother's cooking, Sonia definitely takes into a plentiful curvy shape. Not as chubby as you'd think, she'll proudly boast that she fills out in all the right places. She's usually a bit more on the casual side when compared to her mother, usually wearing form fitting jeans, blouses, and sneakers.

Personality: Business oriented, like her mother. But with none of the boisterous sass. She's quite timid, actually. Doesn't stop her from contrasting her mother's usual cold dispositions with her helpful friendliness. That, and she has a bit of a drinking problem. So there's that.

Talent(s): Sonia may be a smart as her mother, but at least she has the certifications to show for it. She has at least one Master's in Business Administration, and a couple of Bachelor degrees further covering the major.

Biography: Sonia wasn't around during the high point of her parent's criminal career. Born shortly after the death of her father, Sonia only had her mother to look to for guidance. It could've been the factor that kept the two so close. Sonia saw her mother as a strong, immovable pillar that kept their family up. As powerful as she was smart. Sonia wanted to be like that. And where she lacked in power, she more-than-made-up for it in intelligence. Even though she was overshadowed by her siblings, Shirley still managed to take notice of her daughter's prowess. And notice she did, making sure to keep Sonia on top of her studies, and guiding her every step of the way. Shirley was never one to let untapped potential go to waste.

Once Sonia completed her last degree, Shirley rewarded her with a position as CFO over the Sinclaire Sweets franchise, along with all the benefits that came with the position. Now as her mother's right hand, Sonia helps keep the restaurant moving, while keeping up with her mother's connections, and tending to the not-so-legal tender.
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