That's some pooped-up poop Gummi.

[hider=The Gun-Crazed Bouncer]

[centre][b]Trig[/b]

[img=http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2014/198/2/1/chicka_boom_by_rippertheroo-d7r3cbd.jpg]
(Trying to get a better picture up.)

"I-It's magical... pulling that trigger. With only a retraction of my finger, light and sound dance excitedly before me. It breaths life into my body... and expels it from theirs."

[b]Age:[/b] 357
[b]Gender:[/b] Male
[b]Canon:[/b] OC
[b]Personality:[/b]

Trig's thought process is almost mind boggling. With an occupation in assassination, he takes his work with impressive professionalism. His entire life is reflected upon having "permission" to do things. Having been intensively trained the arts of ending loudmouths [u]and[/u] the art of favorable manners, he may on occasion politely question irrelevant citizens if he can kill them for fun. The pleasure he gets from his job is not from the deaths of his targets, but from the weapons he uses. Trig has an obsession with watching gunfire, and claims it to be beautiful. Away from his job, Trig is always smiling and friendly towards everyone; even the people he has to kill.

[b]Abilities:[/b]

Trig is a god amongst gunslingers, once known as an entity of flawless precision and aim: this title was taken from him the day his right eye was shot out. In consequence of this, he is challenged by the lacking of his good eye and depth perception. Despite this he is still an extremely good shot. He carries an almost endless supply of guns on his form at all times of various size and use.

[b]Item of Importance:[/b] His guns... [b]all of them[/b]
[u][b]!!Other!![/b][/u]

Trig upon arriving at the mansion found all the ammo for his guns gone. Currently he is searching the establishment for who or what took them.[/centre][/hider]

[hider=the Heavy Hitter]

[centre][b]Red[/b]

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(Not drawn by me.)

"Throw it."

[b]Age:[/b] 23
[b]Gender:[/b] Female
[b]Canon:[/b] OC
[b]Personality:[/b]

Feisty, short-tempered, stubborn, these terms are complete understatements when describing Red. The woman is quick to pick fights for needless reasons, a result of her hatred of being wrong. Red, despising her occupation as Trig's assigned lackey, has a strong desire in getting through quickly whatever she has to do. This isn't to say she has a strong work ethic, because she really doesn't. She has a unnaturally large obsession with the sport baseball, despite her inability to pitch a ball correctly. Red doesn't have a lot of friends, though she wants some. 

[b]Abilities:[/b]

Having been born from a home praising baseball, Red has found herself favorably acquainted with a blunt wonder known as the "bat". This toy, combined with her naturally built strength [i]and[/i] her sporadic fury, can be extremely lethal to those who anger her.

[b]Item of Importance:[/b] her Baseball Bat.
[b]Other:[/b] Red is prone to being blinded by emotions, which makes her terrible with making decisions.[/centre][/hider]