Name: Shux Nide
Age: 46
Gender: Male
Species: Satyr

Background

Kingdom of Origin: Robore
Parents:

• Qiera Nide - Mother, 98 years old
• Conior Nide - Father, 102 years old
• Qamea Nide - Sister, 41 years old

Backstory:
Shux was born into a family of musicians and performers of the Robore Kingdom. His parents formed a semi-famous performer duo, his mother was known for her pretty and almost ethereal voice, his dad for being a great artist when it came to instruments with strings. Shux' upbringing was marked a lot by music and performance as well, as his parents wanted him to succeed them one day in the future. He had just learned to walk when his dad started teaching him how to use the lute, and his mother sang lullabies to get him to sleep. It was a very nice, very loving childhood, one that was full of joy and without much trouble to speak of.

It all changed however when Shux became older. At the age of 18, which in Satyr years is still the age of a child, he started becoming a troublemaker, disrupting the peaceful and calm life of his little town. He started playing pranks on the villagers, disrespecting his elders, and didn't care much for his parents' efforts in teaching him the art of music anymore. Shux started hanging out with a like-minded group of other young Satyrs, who spent their days causing nothing but trouble. What started off as a few pranks and minor misconducts, eventually lead to a life of crime for the young Shux...

He was 23 at the time, and had stopped living with his parents and his sister for about a year, instead chosing to be roomates with a few of his criminal friends. Their crimes were not especially violent, but they almost always targeted women and the elders, people who could barely protect themselves and their belongings. On one faithful day however, Shux would steal something that forever changed the course of his life. He was sitting at his usual bar, drinking his last cup of wine before heading home, when the human next to him started making conversation.

Usually, Shux would not care much for stories, but this man was well dressed and possessed an aura of nobility. He told the Satyr he was a well-known merchant, someone who traveled all across the land to get his hands on rare items. He was clearly inebriated, and told Shux too much for his own good. The prospect of stealing the man's gold and treasure was already good enough, but then he mentioned an object of even greater value: A vial of Gallor's blood. Shux eyes widened. His kind was known for having a connection to magic, but he himself had never drank of the magic blood. He knew it sold well, kings and mages all over the kingdom wanted to get their hands on it. So, he did what he had been doing over the last few years.

After Shux and the merchant had drank a lot more wine and beer, the Satyr was nice enugh to accompany the man back to his chambers. He fell asleep almost immediately, without even changing his garments. Shux started looking around the room, pocketing a few gold and silver pieces, until he finally found the vial with the magic blood. With a huge grin on his face, Shux left the sleeping merchant and made his way back to his home. He kept the vile a secret, not wanting to share his prize with his fellow "friends". He thought about where to sell it, and realized he would have a hard time finding a buyer in Robore. Satyrs were not as desperare to get their hands on magic blood as say, humans, and the prize would not go that high. Furthermore, Shux had developed a sort of reputation for being a thief and scammer, which made finding a buyer that much harder.

After a good night sleep, Shux had made his decision. He was 24 now, and his town had become rather boring. There were so many places out there, so much to see, was he really going to spend all his life here? He had the vial, which would allow him to set up a new, more luxurious life somewhere else. He knew that Contera, of the Nepharie Kingdom, wasn't that far away, surely he would find various interested buyers there. Two days later, Shux had left his hometown, none the wiser where he had disappeared to and why.

His journey to Contera proved to be an enriching experience. Shux had never left the Robore Kingdom, and had only met a few other races over the years. The road to Contera lead him along villages and cities, full of life and other creatures he had never seen before. He sold off a few of his stolen items to get by, but the journey proved to be longer than expected. He had been on the road for about a month, when he started running low on supplies and goods to pawn off. All Shux had left was the vial of magic blood...

The Satyr stopped at an inn close to the road, night was approaching fast and he was tired and hungry. He spent his last coin on a bed and a warm meal, not really sure how he would go on from there. Things were not going according to plan, and his wanderlust was slowly being replaced by nervousness. As he sat there, eating his bread and soup, someone started playing music in the background. The Satyr turned around, there was a small group of musicians, playing to entertain the patrons. They were ok, nothing special compared to the sounds he knew from home, but at least they did not suck. Shux was not about to pay them too much attention, until he observed some patrons approaching the group, giving them silver and gold coins for their performance. The Satyr kept observing the scene, counting the coins that were being tossed inside the little basket, a plan forming in the back of his mind.

That night, Shux spent a lot more time thinking than sleeping. The group of musicians had been nothing special, but the coin they had earned would have been enough to keep the Satyr fed and dressed for at least a week. It had been an eternity since Shux had touched an instrument, but his upbringing had been based around it, sure he could do at least as good as that group of musicians. And...he still had the vial of blood. Normally, people would use magic to control the elements, but there had been others throughout history who had used it for other purposes. One of the most famous Satyr musicians in fact, Quemal "Goldtongue", was known for using magic to improve his music and performances, and he became famous throughout the kingdom, playing for kings all over the continent. The vial would earn him a lot of coin, sure, but how long would that last? What if...he took it instead? He never thought of touching an instrument again, but the thought of becoming rich seemed to be right there, he just had to stretch out his hand and grab it. Before he could change his mind, Shux popped open the vial and drank its contents in one go.

The following weeks and months were spent practicing his magic and relearning his musical skills. Shux decided to not go immediately to Contera, but to follow the road and practice at inns and towns instead. His beginnings were mediocre, only earning enough coin to buy two or three meals, but soon enough, the lessons he had learned over the years started coming back. Shux also realized that, to improve his skills, he had to learn how to control the air around him. After all, it was air that carried his sounds and melodies, shaping it meant shaping music. After around two months, Shux had started making a name for himself, spending several weeks in one town now to give performances instead of being on the road constantly.

Fast forward to now, Shux has become a well-known performer and musician, someone who enjoys the company of nobles and courts alike. He is wealthy enough to live a comfortable life, not needing to steal anymore, but using his magic and skills to pay for everything he wants. He has been living in the Capital city for around 5 years now, giving regular performances in the local music hall.

Physical Appearance:


Height: 160cm
Weight: 66kg
Appearance: Shux could be described as a good-looking Satyr. He takes a lot of care of his dark brown horns, keeping them at a medium size and making sure they are always shiny. His hair is of a golden blonde that shines in the sun, it is usually shoulder long. It transitions directly into his beard, which is of the same color, and is usually adorned in some kind of way. His blue eyes are a pool of selfconfidence, with a slight hint of mischieviousness showing every now and then. His skin is of a slightly darker olive tone, his fur is of a rich brown color.

Attire: In contrast to most Satyrs, who usually wear little to nothing, Shux has quite the collection of expensive and personalized clothing. Enjoying the company of nobles and kings over the years, the Satyr has adapted the clothing style of rich humans, chosing to wear elaborate shirts made of silk or wool, depending on the season. He usually wears bright, eye catching colors, which make him stand out immediately. This is usually accompanied by a collection of golden rings and a necklace every now and then. Shux knows that looks matter in the world, and has adapted over time to belong into a crowd instead of standing out because of his race. His attire sometimes includes a cape as well, depending on his mood. His lower body however remains unclothed, always showing his fur and tail.

Personality

Personality: No matter what, never ever trust a word Shux says. Although he stopped stealing, he never became an honest or stand-up type of person. There are clearly two sides to Shux: His public persona, Shux "Silvertongue", and his actual self. To start off, his public persona is a facade that relies on charm to get whatever he wants. He has learned how to act around nobles and important people, always observant of his surroundings to adapt. Shux is very well-versed in sucking up to others, playing on their desires and pride to move up in the world. However, he is always scheming and trying to get the most out of every situation. He is the type of singer who will chant about heroes and love stories in the evening, only to make love to the noble's daughter that same night. If there is an angle to exploit, Shux will eventually find and use it.

In what might seem a contradiction, his actual persona is a lot more shallow and simple than his constructed one. In reality, Shux cares about wealth and material possession more than anything else. He always spends his nights with a different woman, only to find a new one on the morrow. He will sing about heroic deeds, legends and true romance, but in the end he only really cares about how much coin that puts in his pocket. He is not dumb, but he is not excideengly smart either, unless it comes to "emotional intelligence". Shux' motivations are simple: Make a ton of coin, become someone important, move up in the world. How he gets there does not matter.

Hobbies: Most of his time is spent either practicing his music or magical skills or writing new songs. When he is not doing that, you can usually find Shux with a cup of fine wine sitting at someone's table, enjoying a good time without a care in the world. He is a womanizer, someone who loves to flirt and using his fame to get to know women. He has become a fan of arena fights over the years, for their aggressiveness and entertainment value

Skills: Shux is very charming, someone who knows how to talk himself into places and out of trouble. He is smart enough to recognize someone's desires, using them to get something out of the situation. His time around nobles has taught him everything there is to know about court manners and customs. He is an adept at bartening with merchants as well.

Abilities/Combat

Abilities: Shux has to rely on his magic if he wants to survive a fight. His skills in music allow him to alter the conditions on the battlefield, improving himself and whoever might fight on his side, and using illusions and other devious means to stop and hinder his opponents. Shux can raise the morale of the troops, using his music to increase their strength and resistance. Playing the right tune, he can demoralize his enemies, put them into a trance, maybe even convince them to switch sides for a short period of time. His skills in transforming the air around him allows him to use the element of air to his advantage. He can imbue weapons with elemental power, create gusts strong enough to knock over things and opponents, and sometimes he is able to create a localized thunderstorm.

However, Shux has had no formal martial training, making him reliant on all of his tricks if he wants to stand a chance. His illusions allow him to weaken enemies first, confusing them to attack. He was little more than a thug, and never commited any violent crimes, so his skills with the blade or any other weapon are very limited. He did pick up the sport of hunting over the years, which makes him at least decent with a bow and crossbow.

Weaponry:

• Lute - Shux' instrument of choice. It allows him to cast musical and air magic, changing the conditions on the battlefield for his favor. It can also play very lovely tunes in the hands of this skilled Satyr.
• Pan Flute - Another instrument that Shux carries with him most of the time. Due to it's smaller size, it creates less powerful magic, but allows him to weild another weapon at the same time in contrast to the lute.
• Silver Dagger - A simple silver dagger, used for close-quarters-combat. It allows to strike precise spots, but won't stand a chance against bigger weapons in a fair combat.
• Crossbow - Long-distance weapon, allows Shux to attack from a safe distance. The Satyr is a fair shot, however, the weapon needs to be reloaded after every shot, exposing its user to attacks.

Weaknesses: Anything that comes close to a fair match will be a big disadvantage for Shux. His lack of former training makes it pretty much impossible to defend against any weapon or fighting style, experienced fighters would mean a ton of trouble for the Satyr. He is also not the fittest, having lived a life of luxury with little to no effort. If Shux wants to survive any fight, it is imperative that he uses whatever means at his disposal.

Mount: None, the idea of sitting on a horse having hoofs himself makes him feel weird.

Marcos von Elcor

Age: 26
Gender: Male
Height: 5,8"
Appearance: Picture Link
Marcos is a tall young man of fair hair and brown eyes. His sides are cut short, the rest of it is usually a wild mess. His build can be described as athletic, but not very muscular. His clothes are usually informal, although he can be seen wearing button-down shirts every now and then. What he likes most about himself is the tattoo of a compass that he has on his right shoulder blade, a reminder of where he comes from and what he wants to accomplish in life. In his younger years Marcos used to wear glasses, but thanks to laser eye surgery that is not an issue anymore. He talks pretty fast and in an energetic way, as if everything that comes out of his mouth is an incredible story. He normally sports a beard and hates to shave, something that in his eyes makes him look way too young.

Weapon: Standard issue handgun. His unique weapon is an antique Rapier named "Aurai", that has been passed down in the Van Elcor family for generations. The pommel is made out of gold and is adorned with a number of small emeralds. The blade itself is made out of finest steel, and when the sun hits it just right, one can appreciate a reflection that covers every spectrum of the rainbow. Althouth the Reaper is antique, its metal never dulls and requires minimal care to stay sharp and deadly. Marcos has trained with the weapon for many years, perfecting various elegant fighting techniques that can only be described as fluid and agile. The training allows Marcos to perform slashes that carry through the air, allowing him to slice objects from a distance.

Elemental Affinity: Air (or water if taken)

Personality: Marcos is cheerful and very energetic. In contrast to everyone in his family, he cares little about arts and sciences, and prefers experiencing extravagant stuff and enjoying the small things in life. He is smart, but lazy, and can be very naive from time to time. Being a hot-head, he is bad at taking things slowly and with caution, but is very good at thinking on his feet and being spontaneous. He enjoys making those around him laugh, frequently using sarcasm, and has a pretty positive outlook on life. Even when things get tough, Marcos manages to see a silver lining and stay positive. He talks a lot, which has gotten him into plenty of trouble over the years. Thanks to his life as a thief, Marcos has become very proficient at lying, which means one should not always take everything he states at face value. Trusting people does not come easy to him, but those who gain that trust can rely on a loyal friend.

History: The Van Elcor family has been a staple of Pietys' history for as long as its inhabitants can remember. The great Matthias Van Elcor founded the city with a few other wealthy families, wanting to establish a mekka for artists, philosophers, scientists and whoever else claimed to be working on improving mankind's life and culture. What started off as a small city has developed into one of the largest and most well-known metropolis of Algareth. Over the years, the main focus shifted from art and sciences to finances and banking, laying the foundation for years of prosperity and growth for the city. The Van Elcor family runs one of the biggest banks of the continent, but also sponsors various foundations and public services.

Marcos is the son of Dilmer and the youngest of three siblings. Life was pretty easy for him, as everything he could ask for was provided instantly. Although he received the best education available, Marcos had trouble being academically succesfull like his siblings were before him. It's not that Marcos was not intelligent, rather, he was too lazy to do the assigned work, and preferred pulling pranks with his classmates and do nonsense all day. One would describe him as being the odd-one out of the Elcors. When his family went to see a play, Marcos preferred to hang out at the arcade. When everyone was reunited for a nice sunday brunch, Marcos would sleep in until late into the afternoon. His brother, John, is 5 years older than him and is slated to become the next CEO once their father steps down. His sister Yenna is a gifted violinist and has been performing in several pieces all over the country. Marcos on the other hand has never found his intended path in life, trying out many different things but sticking to none. The one constant in his life has been his sword training, the only place where the wild and cheerful Marcos would turn into a serious and hard-working individual. The training brought him peace, and allowed him to express his energetic personality like no other hobby could. This whole situation didn't work out forever though, as the 21-year-old Marcos had to find out.

His father, disappointed by the lack of hard work and accomplishments of his son, gave Marcos an ultimatum: Either start working in the families' company to become a productive member of society, or leave the family residence and fend for himself. No matter how much his mother begged him to be reasonable and give it a try, Marcos had no trouble making his decision to leave behind the life he knew. He took very little stuff with him, the most important item among them being the family Rapier. His intention was to sell it off to make some money, but he realized he had grown too attached to it to let it go. Which meant Marcos had to find a different way to make a living...

Fast forward 3 years, and Marcos has become a pretty succesful forger and thief. He works with different crews, as long as the crime is non-violent and targets wealthy businesses or families. He has also left behind his family name, for obvious reasons, going only by Marcos Vee. Business was good, and the young man enjoyed the freedom that came with the job. He had his little appartment, pretty much anything he could ask for, and still trained with his Rapier as a way of relaxing. This lifestyle though, once again, would not last forever. It happened during a pretty regular job, Marcos and 3 accomplices were breaking into some facility to steal a prototype machine. Nothing indicated this was anything special, until the group got inside. What they encountered was security beyond anything they had ever seen, and counter-measures that were far beyond their capabilties. That's how Marcos finally got arrested, and got to spend a few months in a high security prison.

One day, as he was sitting in his cell, a guard approached him. "Get up V, you got a visitor, let's go". A visitor? It had been around 16 months since he got in, and yet in all that time he had never had someone visiting him. Not that Marcos expected anyone to show up, so who could be this mystery person? It turned out to be a well-dressed, older man. He was wearing a suit, and had a stack of papers right in front of him on the table. "Thank you. I'll take things from here. Don't forget to turn off the cameras. Please sit Marcos." The man's voice was calm, his tone commanding. Whoever he was, he had plenty of authority, that much was clear. "So, Mister Vee..." he started, chuckling "Shame you don't go by Van Elcor anymore, that sounds so much more sophisticated." Alright, whoever this man was, he knew stuff. Marcos tried to play it cool, but his nervousness still showed in his flickering eyes. "Well, today might just be your lucky day Elcor. I have a proposition for you. One that will get you out of this cell, back out there. You can look at it as another job, one unlike any you have ever taken before. Honestly, I don't get why they picked you, but who am I to question these things. Here is everything you need to know." When he finished, he slided over the stack of papers, so that Marcos could read them. Project: Kingsglaive was written on the top. Subject: Marcos van Elcor - Approved.

Trivia:
- Loves to eat anything that does not require cutlery
- Fan of upbeat and energetic music
- Favourite Dessert: Chocolate with chiliflakes
- Biggest Fear: Having to meet his father again

Name: Cole Vahn
Age: 16

Appearance


Weapon: Diamond Dust Keyblade


Personality: Cole is a very optimistic and energetic kid, someone who loves to spend his time outside with friends or playing sports. He manages to always see a silver lining, even in the darkest of moments, and it's hard make him have a bad mood. He is very talkative and friendly, and loves to meet new people and make new friends. On the other hand, he can lose his confidence in himself when faced with adversity, and can be very naive from time to time. His friendly nature makes him an easy target for people who know how to exploit that. Cole is a good listener, a reliable friend in times of need, and someone who is not afraid to let his voice be heard. He is also smart and observant, but can be a bit arrogant at times or underestimate the seriousness of a situation.

History: Cole was born and raised in Traverse Town, living a very decent and normal life. His father died shortly before he was born, so him and his mother have become very close over the years. Cole has always enjoyed playing outside, running around with the other kids of the town and causing trouble. He did good in school, although his laziness has always stood in his way to be the best of his class. That does not really matter for Cole however, to him, friendship and having fun are more important than school or responsabilities. He was the captain of his local soccer time, winning the town's yearly tournament two years in a row. This life, marked by joy and fun however, suffered a great change when the heartless attacked. It was a day like any other, Cole was walking back home from soccer practice when it all happened. Out of nowhere, dark portals started appearing all over the town, releasing various wild creatures that immediately started attacking the town. Cole was scared, not sure what to do, and tried to help the other civilians get away. As he was running away, something grabbed his ankle, making him trip and fall.

When he turned around, laying on the cold stone ground, a mob of small heartless started forming a circle around him, getting ready to attak the young boy. In a moment of desperation, Cole closed his eyes, hoping that nothing would happen to his mother and his friends. As he awaited the attack from the monsters, something warm materialized in his right hand, accompanied by a bright flash of light. Suddenly, they boy was holding some type of weapon in his hand. Not sure where it had came from, he decided to use it to his advantage, blocking a heartless that tried to attack him. Cole was not sure how to use a weapon, his wings were merely wild and unprecise, but enough to keep the heartless at bay. He managed to hit 3 or 4, making them disappear into thin air again.

Things seemed to be improving, until suddenly a portal opened up below him. This one was not dark however, it was of a light blue light, that quickly engulfed him whole. When the world around became visible again, Cole find himself in some sort of training room, surrounded by a group of kids...and an old man.

Magic

• Ice

Techniques

• Cold Winds - Cole's keyblade creates a small gust of cold air, freezing opponents or surfaces
• Dip and Dodge - Cole quickly rolls to a side, evading frontal attacks

Random Stuff

• Cole loves music, anything that is energetic and upbeat
• Although he likes fruit, he can't stand bananas
• He has a good sense of humor, although sometimes he takes it too far

Name: Sarah Genz
Nickname: "Cinnamon", used when she was an exotic dancer. Only very close friends know this



Age: 24
Gender: Female
Ethnicity: Caucasian

Physical Description: Anyone who meets Sarah would describe her as a pretty girl. Her hair is of a natural fiery red, but she often colors it in a different tone depending on her mood. Her skin is white, but not especially pale, and her eyes are of a deep blue. In the summer, she gets a few freckles on her cheeks. She has various ear piercings, about 4 on each side, which she constantly changes around. Her make-up is kept pretty simple, only highlighting her cheeks and lips a bit.

Sarah stands at about 5,6" and has a slim but fit body. She has a flower pattern tattoo on her right shoulder blade that extends down to her hip. Her clothing style can be described as "hip-hop", preferring to wear a pair of jeans and lose shirts or sweaters to dresses or skirts. She is also often seen wearing some kind of hat or beanie, and normally wears sneakers wherever she goes.

Skillset:

• Medium education - Sarah dropped out of HS in junior year. She is not dumb, but her formal education is limited.
• Athletic - Sarah has worked as an exotic dancer for around 2 years. This had made her pretty nimble and athletic
• Pickpocketing - Another method of making money, Sarah is somewhat skilled at picking people's pockets
• Good Looks - Her appearance and flirting allow her to take advantage of men, as long as they are naive enough

History:
Sarah has always had it tough, even in her childhood. Her mother was a cashier at the local supermarket, her father was supposed to be a mechanic at the steel mill, but spend more time drunk and beating up his family than working. Sarah is the oldest of 5 kids, meaning she had to take care of her siblings for the majority of her life, everything from making sure they did their homework to preparing meals when her mum was working extra shifts. Sarah grew up in a tough neighborhood, called Creek Hills, and although she enjoyed school and learning, her life circumstances made it hard to be a particularly excellent student.

When her dad got drunk, it was Sarah who became a frequent target of his aggressive burst outs. She wouldn’t allow him to touch her siblings, standing between him and them when her dad got frustrated because they were too loud or got hungry. It was a frightening, trauma-inducing experience she had to live through, one that would eventually turn her into a cold and distant person.

Her life got even worse at the age of 16. Her dad fell over unconscious one evening, paramedics would declare him dead right there in their little apartment soon after. The doctors told Sarah and her mum it was due to alcohol poisoning, the liquor had finally won the battle against her old man. Sarah couldn’t be happier to have gotten rid of that bastard once and for all, maybe her and her family could finally live a normal life now. But it wouldn’t come to that.

The loss of her husband caused Sarah’s mum to go down a spiral of self-depression, and she soon after started popping pills, barely leaving the bed or the apartment. Child services picked up on the issue soon enough however, taking away the mum’s custody before things got worse. As all the children were underage, they would end up in adoptive families, and be more than likely separated from each other in the process. It was that day that Sarah decided she was done with everything. Her siblings could still be saved, provided they ended up in nice homes, but her? It was too late to repair the pieces that had broken over the years.

During the night, as Sarah and her sibling were staying in an orphanage, the girl packed her few possessions, gave each sibling a little kiss as they slept, and took off into the night. She eventually got together with a crowd of street kids, youngsters like her that had left home to be independent, and often, criminals. Sarah started to learn how to pickpocket, and eventually stealing from stores and gas stops with the other kids. It was a tough life, sure, but not worse than anything Sarah had already went through.

As she got older, Sarah became a pretty, young woman, one that would often get catcalled by a lot of men. She decided that stealing had gotten old, and in general the danger of getting caught was always high. She had the looks, why not do something else for a living? Soon after she started working as an exotic dancer at “Desserts”, a strip club that was fairly known around the Hoxton Tenements. She became a regular dancer there, one that would often get called over for private shows, maybe even the occasional quickie every now and then. Sarah didn’t mind working there, it allowed her to make enough cash to afford a little apartment close-by, to be able to buy groceries and clothes as she pleased.

Her days of stealing however were not completely left behind, as Sarah soon realized that horny and lonely man were an easy target for a quick buck. When her customers left, the generous tip was not the only thing they had left behind with the exotic dancer. It was that way that she got to know David King, trying to steal from him. The young man was not a regular, but he visited the club every now and then. She knew he was associated to some kind of gang, which meant he had to have rolls of money with him.

When she was done with their private session, David got up, grinned, and asked for his watch and money back. Sarah was stunned; normally customers were not paying enough attention to realize something had gone missing. She got nervous, fearing the man would get her fired and back on the streets. As she returned the items, David however surprised her with an offer. He called are a somewhat competent thief, someone who people would not suspect in case of theft. The man offered her to swing by their turf, if she was interested, and maybe they could work out some sort of partnership.

Sarah thought about the offer for a few days. She didn’t dislike her current life, but no matter how tough or independent she wanted to appear, she missed to have people in her life. She had to think about her siblings every day, wondering how they were doing and if their own lives had gotten any better. A gang wasn’t really a replacement for them, but David had seemed nice enough, so she decided to give him a chance. That’s the story of how Sarah joined the H10 crew at the age of 22, becoming a thief and scammer for the group.

Criminal History: Sarah has never been to jail, but has commited enough felony over the years

• Various cases of theft
• Various cases of accomplice to an armed robbery
• Various cases of fraud
• One case of public misconduct
• Three cases of vandalism

Psychological Profile:
Sarah’s tough life, especially her childhood, has turned her into a very cold and distant person. She doesn’t talk much, generally preferring to listen and observe, taking mental notes of everything around her. She can sense when people get angry, thanks to her dad, and dislikes anyone with short fuses. Sarah is the type of person that does not laugh at jokes, and always keeps her emotions hidden away. Her demeanor is usually calm and reflective, she is someone who prefers to thoroughly ponder about a situation before taking any action.

She is not a pessimist, but a very grounded realist. Sarah has experienced that life is harsh, and if you want anything, you have to go and get it yourself. Trusting people comes not easy at all to her, and to this day, there is only a handful of crew members that enjoy her trust. In normal circumstances, Sarah is an egoist that puts her own well-being over anyone else’s, although in rare cases she can stand up for someone else, as long as that someone is one of the few people she trusts.

When on the job, Sarah puts on the persona of a flirty and promiscuous woman. She likes to play with her target’s emotions, pulling their strings like a puppet’s before stealing their money or scamming them. She knows how to make men go crazy for her, a skill she has picked up over the years as an exotic dancer. In reality however, Sarah has difficulties having genuine attraction or feelings towards someone, fearing that love will eventually turn into hurt and pain. She is a woman with a tough exterior, but is very vulnerable in her inner core.

The few people she can call friends now about her life story, maybe not all of it, but enough to know that Sarah does not like to talk about the past or her family. She is a good listener, someone that will listen to you if you have a problem. Although trusting does not come easy to her, those who enjoy her trust can count on her as a reliable friend when times get tough.

Powers:
Mind Control - Sarah is able to read other people's minds and even control them to a certain degree.

Name: Richard “Nitro” Johnson
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Rank: Driver

Appearance:


Richard is an African American man standing at 5,8” and weighing around 160 pounds. His body is rather slim, but still looks athletic enough. His head is almost always shaved clean, but he likes to keep some beard around his chin. His eyes are of a deep brown, and he usually wears a pair of simple, red glasses.

When it comes to clothing, Richard often wears a simple jeans and tshirt combo, nothing too fancy, as comfort is the most important aspect for him. When the situation requires it, he can be seen wearing a dressing shirt and some chinos. Sneakers are his go-to footwear, and he does not wear any jewelry but a simple silver chain around his neck.

Bio: Richard was born into a middle-class family in a rather calm district of Chicago. His mother is a middle school teacher, his dad used to own a little mechanic shop until he retired. Richard’s childhood was fairly uneventful: He went to school, had okay grades, made friends and did what kids do to pass the time. As he started to get older, he became more and more interested in cars and how they worked, starting to spend more and more time in his dad’s shop, watching him repair cars. It didn’t take long until Richard started working on them as well, learning from his old man the tricks of the trade. It was a fun, a place where he could be by himself to think and work.
If things had gone differently, Richard might have taken over his dad shop once he got old enough, but life seemed to have other plans.

Richard’s friends were good kids for the most part, but there were a few who started to get involved in some shady business. Richard wanted nothing to do with that, until eventually his dad became ill. The medical bills were high, and although his family had been saving up for eventualities, the money ran out too soon. As the financial and medical problems started to weigh down his parents, Richard decided it was time to step up and do something.

His friends gladly accepted him into their small-time gang, robbing little stores and gas stations. Eventually, the group realized that Richard’s ability behind the wheel was unmatched, allowing them to make quick getaways and getting away from the occasional cop car that followed them. Richard knew every street and shortcut in the city, and always took care of his cars to make sure they never let him down. The money they stole was enough to help with the bills, but not nearly enough to save his parents from taking up another credit. Richard realized that, if he wanted to be helpful for real, he needed a gang that fried bigger fish.

Contacting some of the shady people he had met over the years, he eventually landed at the Block 66 HQ, hoping to prove his worth. The group was known for being a tight-knitted family, someone who didn't like outsiders when it came to making business. His offer was a simple one: Richard was the best getaway driver in the city, and he was offering to ride for the crew, as long as the cut was right. It wasn't easy to convince the leader, but after a few succesful getaways, Richard was formely accepted as a member of the crew.

To keep up appearances, he works as a cab driver, which allows him to make some money on the side, as well as the freedom to carry out missions for the crew when needed. His ultimate goal is to save up enough money to help his parents pay for everything.

Personality: Richard is a rather calm and collected individual. When you are going 180mph, you need a clear head and a collected self to make the right decisions and not get caught, and Richard excels at that part. He does not talk much, preferring to be the observant listener in a conversation. He is a fairly simple man, trying his best to help his parents in need. He also dislikes violence, only becoming an attacker when the situation definitely requires it.

This makes Richard a rather weak individual when it comes to confrontation. However, he is skilled with people, a good listener who knows when to give advice and when to keep his mouth shut. It's hard to make Richard nervous, as he almost always keeps a cool head. His personality slightly changes when he is behind the wheel, becoming a lot more ballsy, and well, to some even crazy. Going fast is his motto, and there is very few people who can keep up with him.

Other: Richard is an avid reader, especially crime and thriller novels. When he is working his cab shift, you will usually see him reading a book as he is waiting for a passenger. He also loves listening to music, especially Hip-Hop and RnB.

Alias - Fox

Age - 23

Gender - Female

Occupation - Hunter for her tribe

Appearance - Inola is a native american young woman who stands at 5,6" and has a lean but athletic build. Her skin tone is a dark olive and her hair is jet black. It is usually tied together is some sort of knot or braid, sometimes she adorns it with flowers. Her eyes are dark brown, and her face is often covered in war-paint to make herself look more fierce.

Height - 5,6"

Weight - 135lbs

Apparel - Inola wears very traditional tribe clothing, all made out of animal hides and furs. She wears a light linen shirt and a heavier garment on top of it, if it's winter she will also be wearing some sort of fur coat. Her pants are only knee-long, which she finds to be more comfortbale when hunting. Her bow and arrows are straped to her back, and she often wears leather armbands instead of jewellry.

Weaponry - Wooden bow and steel-tipped arrows, tools to make traps, navaja knife, little hatchet.

Equipment - Inola travels very lightly, only carrying tools to make traps, a 1,5L canteen, some meat and a flint to create fires with her. She did have a horse, but she does not know where it is now that she has been taking prisoner.

Skills

• The Hunter - Inola is very skilled at tracking her prey through the wild, no matter if animal or human, while keeping herself concealed.
• Natural remedy - She might not be a doctor, but growing up in a tribe has taught her a few things about medicinal plants and cures.
• Fly, my arrow - Learning how to use a bow ever since she was a little child, Ilona has become a very effective markswoman, exceling at long-range encounters.

Flaws - Inola has always lived in a small tribe, which means her knowledge of the "modern and civilized" world is very limited. Being a native American, she is often the target of attacks and sexual harassment, an outsider wherever she goes. Her weaponry is also not as modern as a gun, possibly putting her at a disadvantage in some firefights.

Personality - The young Inola has two very distinct sides to her, depending the situation she is in. Normally, she is a rather wild child, someone who is constantly talking and gossiping with her friends. She likes to have fun, to ride her horse through the plains without a care in the world. Inola is also very curious about nature and animals, which often leads her to explore new places whenever she can. She is somewhat of a hot-head, and very stubborn once she has set her mind on a certain goal.

However, when Inola is on the hunt, her personality undergoes a major change. She becomes a very calm and collected person, always on high-alert and concentrated on locating and finishing off her prey. The unmature Inola transforms into a disciplined warrior when the situation requires it, although if things get hectic, her hot-head, wild personality will shine through again.

Her relationship with the "modern and civilized" world is complicated to describe. On one hand, her curiosity pushes her to find out more about the life and culture of the modern small towns, especially their many interesting-looking inventions and tools. On the other hand, she is fully aware of what the native American tribes had to go through, and meets every non-indian with her fair share of mistrust and cautiousness.

Backstory - Inola was born into a small tribe within the Cherokee group and has spent all her life with them. Her mother died during childbirth, which only left her father and grandmother to care for her. Her father being a hunter, Inola was soon introduced to the use of a bow, already accompanying him on hunts at the age of 9. She has always been a wild child, one of those who spends all day running around and causing much trouble as possible, but her charm and sympathy made her a well-liked person within the tribe. She soon discovered her love for riding horses as well, chosing to go on little exploration trips whenever she was allowed.

At the age of 14, Inola became a hunter for her tribe, her mission being to keep the group well-fed and supplied with furs and hides to make clothes and other stuff. She enjoyed the hunt, it was then that she felt most connected to nature. Her life consisted pretty much of that, hunting and living in the tribe, for the next few years. Attacks by the white men happened every now and again, but her tribe got pretty lucky and did not suffer any major tragedies. However, during one attack when she was 19, her father was fataly wounded during an ambush. Inola and the tribe elders did their best to treat the dying man, but their efforts were in vain.

The death of her father caused her a lot of sadness, as well as anger for the people terrorizing her tribe and kin. She knew that not everyone was like that, but certainly a majority did have some sort of problem with the indians. It was that night that she took a person's life for the first time, after she had tracked down a small group of the attacker back to their camp. There were only 3 of them, standing around a campfire in the middle of the night. It was easy, the darkness conceiled her perfectly, and her prey never ever seen the arrows come flying. Tempted to pursue a life of revenge and blood, Inola decided to put that thought away in the end. Her tribe needed her, and she was not going to let them down.

A few weeks ago, on a regular hunting mission, Inola's fate however took another turn. She was tracking a deer through the forest, when she noticed a set of voices coming from not too far away. Intrigued by what might be going on, she decided to investigate. It turned out to be a small group of thugs, who had an elderly couple tied up and gagged. There was also a horse-carriage standing around, and Inola assumed the thugs had stopped the couple on it and were robbing them. She decided to intervene, taking out one of the thugs with her bow...but his companion was a quick, and the bullet he shot went right through her shoulder. Inola collapsed, pain spreading throughout her whole body, unable to move or get away. She was captured, tied up like the couple, and right there she thought her life was over. Oh, how she now wished that had been true.

Instead of killing her like the old couple, the men thought she was too pretty and unspoiled to let her go to waste like that. Instead, they decided to take their turns having fun, putting young Inola through hell. They eventually decided to take her back to Soursprings, maybe to use her a few more times before killing her off for good. This has been going on for 3 days now, which to Inola have felt like an eternity.

All she does is lay there, waiting, hoping for the chance to break free and get her revenge.