Name: Virgil Black
Nickname: Dante



Age: 26
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: African American

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Dante is a powerfully built young African American man, an intimidating figure at some 6'4'' feet of height and approximately 200 lbs. Preferring his hair long and in dreads, personal grooming is important to him--so sayeth his sharply trimmed eyebrows and mustache, as well as his penchant for tasteful cologne. With some ink scattered here and there over clean mocha skin, he walks, talks and acts like he owns whatever room he's in.

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Name: Verge Hanson
Nickname: Egg-Head



Age: 24
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: Caucasian

Physical Description:
Verge is every red-headed step-child. He's a skinny, freckled, lanky white-boy who stands at about 5'10'' and might be 140lbs soaking wet. Thin enough that he might combust if he rubbed his legs together the wrong way, he's jittery at the best of times and downright manic at the worst. There's probably been some damage done there--whether it's the ring in his nose, the gauges in his ears, the beginnings of ink around his collar bones or just the vibe he gives off, it's clear enough that he's sampled his share of substances and more than one of them have left their mark. His fingers are scarred from their work on the wires around the building and he has more than a few burns (electrical, chemical and otherwise) on his scrawny arms.

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Name: Andrew Kensington
Nickname: K-Ton



Age: 24
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: Asian-Caucasian Mix

Physical Description:
Standing in at roughly 6 feet flat, and weighing in at about 180 pounds of Andrew has a lean and sinewy build and a decidedly casual posture. Everything about his appearance, even when he's a disheveled mess, exudes a sort of relaxed, casual confidence. He has tattoos reaching from his left chest all the way down his arm, and keeps his hair styled and his look maintained. What few scars he has are on his torso, with only a few on his arm, most of which have been incorporated into one of his many tattoos. His style is half Hip-Hop, half modern/urban, though he looks surprisingly good in a suit.

Skillset:

• Information Gathering - A glorious mix-mash of different incidents and traits makes Andrew excellent at gathering information. From his good looks and charming personality, his exceptional memory and perception, his deductive reasoning skills, to his know-how around an interrogation set-up.
• Marksman - While not a user of long-guns and rifles, Andrew is a quick shot with a piece, and an accurate one too.
• Urban Fisticuffs - There's no such thing as 'Fair' in a street fight, and like many a hoodlum, Andrew fights with an air of improvisation and is unafraid to pick up whatever is at hand- from knives, to bottles.
• Gang Related - Andrew knows his way around most gang related activities, breaking and entering, intimidation and extortion, theft and other criminal activities. Andrew isn't necessarily amazing at all of them, but he's no slouch.

History:
A Pedigree-Gangster once removed, Andrew is the grandson of an infamous Triad boss down on the West Coast. Unfortunately for Andrew , his father was one of his grandfather's greatest disappointments, and after marrying a white woman- was expelled from the gang and forced to move away or risk the safety of himself and his wife. Moving to Brighton, Andrew's father and mother managed to eke out a living that was more than mediocre- or at least, just barely. The ex-gangster and his wife ended up opened a shitty little restaurant in a shitty part of town, nearby a block of shitty little apartments known as the Hoxton Tenements. The restaurant was quickly incorporated into part of the local gang, the H10 Crew's turf, and the couple even ended up gaining a little respect, the restaurant eventually becoming a popular hangout and safehouse for members of the H10 Crew a few years later.

Andrew had a mediocre childhood, and like many was picked up by the H10 Crew young. As a kid, he'd run errands and do lookout work for the crew, and would bully and recruit other kids from the local school districts. As a child Andrew was feisty and confrontational, and the H10 encouraged his behavior. The H10 Crew gave him a taste of parties, and the fun, daring side of life. His father as a former gangster didn't necessarily condone Andrew's lifestyle, but never tried to pull him away from it. The ties the family's restaurant had built with the gang also served to strengthen Andrew's draw to the crew.

As he got older, Andrew, and a few of the others like him that managed to survive were eventually picked up and fully inducted into the H10 Crew. With their skills 100% learned from the School of Hard Knocks, courtesy of the hood and the streets around them, they were welcomed into the crew with open arms like brothers. He was picked up by the crew shortly after Dante and David, and like Dante is one of the longest standing members in the crew. Andrew started off with the gang as an enforcer, extorting money from businesses and maintaining the 'peace' around the turf. He eventually picked up other roles, from drug buys and pushes to scouting other gangs and information gathering.

Andrew, or K-Ton, as most of the gang knows him eventually became known as one of the most reliable members of the crew- despite his laziness. The man knew how to have fun, and if you needed something done, provided you could convince him to get off his ass, he was a go-to man for pretty much any task. Now, with the death of former leader and close friend, David King, K-Ton is eager to start some trouble.

Psychological Profile:
Cool and casual, Andrew is typically seen as an easygoing and suave individual who takes things at his own pace. His relaxed composure belies his professionalism, and his calm and collected personality compliments him. Intuitive and highly perceptive, Andrew is often acutely aware of his surroundings and can easily gauge others. Clever, and quick on the ball, Andrew is able to make snap judgements in a moments notice. A bit of a sadist, Andrew darkly enjoys teasing and terrorizing his targets, asserting his victory and position over them when he is able, "Playing with his food", as others call it. Despite his sadistic nature and lazy attitude, Andrew still manages to keep a code of morals, with a strong, albeit occasionally misguided, feeling of right and wrong.

Powers:
AudioKinesis - While under the influence of Neon, Andrew has the ability to manipulate soundwaves. At its most basic form, Andrew can attack others using pressure waves from generated sound. These blasts of sound can cause physical injury, and are also capable of blowing out eardrums, or ruining an individual's equilibrium. With enough effort, Andrew can even create localized tremors by projecting high powered sound waves directly into the ground. His sense of hearing is also drastically improved- to the point that locate people and noise-creating objects and pick out their general location.

Name: Alexander King
Nickname: Freak, the Machine



Age: 24
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: Caucasian/Mixed

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• While E. King, Supergenius - Alex is smart. Really smart. The kind of smart that you don't really get to be unless you're at least a little bit on the spectrum. He can do the kind of math in his head that most people have to read their calculator's manual to know the right buttons for and tell you how far it is from Techmian to Kumasi because he read it that one time. Nobody's saying the kid was meant for the street life, but dammit if they weren't all over him at college.
• Dammit Jim, I'm a Doctor - Well no, he's not really. But he was going to be before all of this, and it shows. With a particular focus on trauma-care, Alex is the guy you want to go to if you happen to find a hole in your arm (or stomach, thigh, liver...). He may not be a walking hospital, but give him some sutures and a sterile needle and you'd be surprised what he can put back together. Especially if you get a little neon in him...
• This is my Caring Face - Having grown up as the quasi-autistic brother to a local badass, Alex learned early on not to give a shit what people thought of him. Most people don't even think he's capable of giving a shit, the kind of cool cucumber that can stand there and be called every foul name in the book without losing his temper. What's it matter to him if you think he's a faggot? Of course...
• The Quiet One - You know that guy in the back of the class? The one who did his homework, ate his lunch, went home and for all you knew sat watching the wall until he got up to do it again? The guy you were pretty sure would fucking gut you like a fish if you disturbed the angle of his pencil? He's got nothing on Alex in a bad mood. Y'know. When he has 'moods'.

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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 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.

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Mind Control - Sarah is able to read other people's minds and even control them to a certain degree. Reading the mind of other's is fairly easy and straight-forward, however, it can be difficult to focus if the target is surrounded by a larger group of people. The commands Sarah can give are limited to basic requests and can't be too complicated. She might be able to control people further if she practices enough. It is currently unknown if this power works on any living creature that is not human.

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American Italian

P H Y S I C A L D E S C R I P T I O N -
His body is almost perfectly average, in every sense of the word. Average height, average weight, average muscle mass. His body is relatively hairless though, marred by a number of scars that rivals the number of hairs. Many of his scars aren't noteworthy, however he still bears a large scar running down his left bicep, and a thin line of satiny scar tissue running horizontally across his neck. He tends to dress like a cartoon character -a color variation of the same outfit day after day. He most commonly is seen wearing a dark tight fit t-shirt beneath a dull colored flannel or similar overshirt, as well as dark colored jeans. Around his neck he wears an array of small trinkets collected over the years, each with sentimental value, as well as a dark blue bandana tied tight around his throat. His most notable article of clothing is his jacket, a dark brown leather jacket of tight fit. Two golden racing stripes run up the back. He holds himself in a laissez-faire manner, formal mannerisms and strict body language lacking.

S K I L L S E T -
Driving Motivations- Ramsay is a skilled driver with almost any vehicle. If it moves fast, odds are Ramsay is your man. A natural talent for machinery and a pension for speed nurtured the mans early interest in driving -years of practice only honed the skill further.

In the Scrap Heap- Though Ramsay isn't any ninja-kung-fu-hippie-dippie expert, he can hold his own in a fight. He doesn't fight with any elegance, instead favors the dirty brutal fighting style of a scrapper.

Gearing Up- Ramsay is skilled with a wrench, and knows his way around machinery very well. Cars especially seem to respond to his touch.

Prophet of Profit- Ramsay is skilled in negotiation, and shows talent in weaving words to get his own way. After deals, some may call him a liar and a charlatan, but... well, actually they're pretty right. A man's gotta pay the bills, right?

Scavenger? Hardly even know 'er!- Linked very closely to his skills in mechanics, Ramsay is very good at appraisal. His line of work has given him these skills in telling the value of much.

Toss up- As of late, Ramsay has taken up the 'art' of juggling. He picked up the skill surprisingly quickly, and has only honed the skill since.

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Ramsay was raised far from Brighton, in the slums of a greasy city many states removed. Child of the streets, he learned his way around them very well. From his youth he was destined for some less than savory activities in his involvement with the seedier locals of his skidmark of a home. While his big brother, his only real role model, tried his best to keep him on the straight and narrow, but was simply unable to.

Over the years, Ramsay became more and more involved in the local gangs. While his older brother Tony had his involvement in gangs because of necessity, it was with a milder crowd than the rowdy hooligans with which Ramsay associated himself. As time passed, Ramsay himself ran his way through many drug addictions, many trips to the hospital, and many nights spent in the back of a cop car. Though he brushed these tragedies off as life throwing him a curveball, eventually his luck caught up to him in a violent manner.

Though Ramsay certainly didn't have the best formal education, he knew enough about biology to tell that there was something wrong with his brother one fateful morning. Namely, that he should not be in no less than fifteen gory pieces strewn about to form the sign of a rival gang. That couldn't be healthy.

This was a turning point for Ramsay. It was then that he realized just how fucked his life truly was, so he made the change. He cut the ties he had left, collected all the money he could, then left town. He drove and drove, and didn't stop driving until he was several states away. In this entirely new place, he found work doing what he loved most -working in an auto shop. While this seemed perfect, it was short lived. The only auto shop in the relatively small town in which he had settled seemed to be the centerpiece of much gang activity. Not something Ramsay was willing to associate himself with again.

So it was off to the corporate ladder that Ramsay fled. While he spent almost a month toiling in the world of faxes and spreadsheets, it was as short lived as everything else in his life. He couldn't spend his days doing something he didn't enjoy, so he made another switch in profession. Stunt driving, piloting, et cetera caught his attention, and after extensive searching he found a beginning to this new career.

After years spent happily, living life to the fullest, Ramsay was hit with bad times. Shitty landlord, bad choice in bank, and a disagreement with his boss ended in his financial situation being very stressed, to say the least. He left town to run from his problems as he did so commonly, and found himself in Brighton. He found himself living in the Hoxton Tenements, trying to find some way to scrounge the cash to live day to day. It was through this that he was introduced to the H10 Crew, and eventually became a part of them.

Though he had sworn away from gang activity, he saw them as something above his past. He saw it as his chance to make a difference, and do something right for once while still chasing down the happiness he so desired.

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Did I ever tell you about the time...- Ramsay is a sucker for a good story, and fancies himself to be quite the storyteller. While there are worse hobbies, it leads him to... exaggerate the truth very commonly. Any story from his lips is likely about half as exciting as he might have you believe.

Cross my heart and hope to die- Ramsay is what some would call a 'compulsive liar'. While he responds to such accusations with indignant scoffs, he can't really deny it either. Oftentimes he lies for absolutely no reason and for no gain of his own. Even he can't tell why he says the things he does from time to time.

I've got a need. A need for...- Speed. Cars. Driving. Fast. Ramsay finds no greater happiness in life than in these words.

Sounds like a party!- Ramsay is nothing if not fun loving. Parties, drugs, and speed define him. If he's not doing something important he will more than likely be found riding a high somewhere, in a club, or on a drive.

Places to be, people to see.- Ramsay rather dislikes confrontation in a direct sense. More often than not, Ramsay runs from his problems rather than facing them.

Chin up, kid.- Ramsay sees himself as a big brother type, and has a caring heart. While he isn't the perfect altruist, he is self-sacrificial in his care. Ramsay gladly will give up his happiness to make another happy, instantly take a bullet for a close friend, etc.

No biggie. Don't worry about it.- While Ramsay cares, he really does, he tries not to show it. He keeps a fake detached attitude up at almost all times, to keep up face. He tries a bit too hard at this facade, and is seen through rather easily.

That's what she said. Ramsay's sense of humor is extremely vulgar to say the least. If there's a line to cross, odds are that he crossed it long long ago. He is also rather jokingly flirtatious, commonly referring to acquaintances, friends, mortal enemies, anyone really as silly pet names. He'll threaten to shove your own dick so far up your ass you choke in the same breath he calls you 'pumpkin'.

You want me to uh... go up there? While he's flown helicopters, stunt planes, and the like in his past, Ramsay is not the biggest fan of heights. Sure, he can work past it when he's riding the adrenaline rush, but on his own two feet he can hardly handle it. One of the few things he really is scared of, it takes a hell of a motivation to get him up high.

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Trigger Finger Trigger possesses a powerful telekinesis of insane precision. Strong enough to lift a semi, precise enough to manipulate a knife effectively. Insane power, with heavy restriction. First and foremost of the restrictions is his inability to affect living beings. He's unsure exactly how the neon defines this, but if it's got a heartbeat he can't directly affect it. It helps stop him from tearing himself apart, which is nice. The second, most important restriction, is it's range. The telekinesis technically has no set range, and can reach almost anything in line of sight -the catch? It gets exponentially weaker and less precise the further it is. Full strength within an inch of his body, effective at about half strength three inches out, anything past three inches is effectively no influence.

Name: Svetlana Elina Tigai
Nickname: Lana



Age: 18
Gender: Female
Ethnicity: Kyrg

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Name: Cassidy Creed


Age: 26
Gender: Female
Ethnicity: Caucasian

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Name: Harry Baker
Nickname: Crime Wizard, Wizard, The Wizard, various Wizard-related epithets



Age: 40
Gender: M
Ethnicity: British Thug

Physical Description:
Harry Baker is a burly, hard-nosed bruiser, the sort of glowering, red-knuckled ex-skinhead you expect to see tearing up soccer stadiums or glassing people in the pub. What hair he now has is prematurely grey and his skin is covered in tattoos -- once purely the kind of lowbrow gangland trash you'd expect from a hooligan of his caliber, now outnumbered by random occult symbols copied from alchemical texts, the Key of Solomon or some random Thelemite coloring book.

In his new career, he wears a blue smoking jacket sewn with glow-in-the-dark moons and stars, an actual wizard hat, a pair of 1980s wraparound shades, and a patterned, stand-in thug bandana somewhat pointlessly disguising his features. He also sports a number of heavy rings set with various runes and symbolically significant stones. While their magic powers are up for dispute, the rings are heavy enough to double as bone-cracking knuckledusters, and when it comes to conflict, Baker is never far from his roots.

Skillset:

• Occult knowledge: Okay, well, yeah, this one's kind of useless. But if you need the stars consulted or a curse lifted, he'll do it for a cig and a beer.
• Crime Wizard: while Baker is never safe from the snickering cries of "Yer a wizard, 'arry!" he is still a career lawbreaker with a savage criminal mind, and has pulled off a string of successful hits, robberies and getaways even after his transformation into a laughing stock.
• Battlemage: A veteran of armed, unarmed, military and low-down dirty combat, Baker can fuck up just about anyone or anything -- Neon or no Neon.

History:
Let's get this out of the way: Harry Baker was always a piece of shit. His father was a working-class arsehole and his mother was a forgettable, chain-smoking hag. There's no secret origin or 'sympathetic villain' angle. He was bigger, stronger and meaner than everyone around him and he learned life's lessons accordingly. The. End.

He's ex-British military, for all that he didn't stay in the forces long, and he was a piece of shit there, too. When he was deployed to some of the worst fighting in the Middle East and most of his platoon came back with PTSD, Baker came back with illegal souvenirs and a couple of new friends. Friends with a special club they thought Harry would be a good fit for. And they were right. Before long, Baker had moved house and become an upstanding and valued member of the Hringhorn Brotherhood, your everyday, run of the mill right-wing nationalist group -- a polite name for a legitimized gang of gay-hating, ultra-racist neo-nazi extremists. Like everyone with a street-level agenda, the Brotherhood was determined to crack the Neon sequence and get hold of a stable supply of every psychopath's favorite new wonder drug. Baker wanted first in on that little number, and like a true fucking idiot, he tested every remotely promising batch on himself.

The first time round, it didn't work. It didn't work the second or third times, either. It didn't work so many times that Baker's brain chemistry pickled like an egg and he is now bat-fucking insane.

it was after his last trip to Yinfu privatized correctional facility for robbery and aggravated assault that Baker finally saw the light. You know the story: Some people get Jesus. Some turn to Allah. But Baker? Baker got magic. Instead of religious pamphlets, some joker smuggled in a bunch of Crowley, the Golden Bough and that joke paperback copy of the Necronomicon, and Baker devoured it all, experiencing one lunatic epiphany after another.

Harry Baker is now a magician. He has cast aside his former goals and repudiated his old allegiences, much to the anger and embarrassment of his former Hringhorn comrades-in-arms, who want to see him erased from the public eye for good. Meanwhile, the man himself only gets bigger and louder, pulling off daring raids while releasing manifestos, videos and youtube broadcasts that resemble terrorist statements more than enlightened sermons of arcane knowledge. He has a gang of his own, if you can call it that: a trio of violent lunatic bikers wearing black leather and skull-painted motorcycle helmets that he calls -- and I swear to god, I couldn't make this up -- the Darkwraith Covenant.

Psychological Profile:
As the saying goes: "Plus ça change." Despite his dimestore apotheosis, Baker remains a basic, violent, amoral thug, now with a newly minted and increasingly undeserved superiority complex topping it off. He wants to advance his goals, but nobody's quite sure what those actually are. The one positive aspect to this landslide of human failure is that Baker is no longer racist or excessively homophobic, instead looking down on the unenlightened, non-magic practitioners, and people with weak auras. "Looks like a fuckin' dishrag, mate." That sort of thing.

Powers:
Chaos Magick -- Baker's experiments with Neon have left him... kind of a little fucked up. His genetic code looks like the back of a cereal box. You could make turpentine out of his blood plasma.

The fact is, when Baker takes Neon, real Neon, nobody knows what it's going to do to him. Nobody. Not even Baker himself. It's always different. That makes him unpredictable, and it makes him dangerous. If he juices up, stand the fuck back. Especially if it looks like it isn't working.

_{(OOC note: In keeping with the spirit of CHAOS MAGICK and to avoid any possibility of powergaming, the effects of a Neon hit on Baker will be determined by Howler or a random delegate of his choosing. Embrace the wheel.)}