[hider=Vicker West][color=orange][h3][center]“If I ever play chess, expect me to have a few more pawns up my sleeve.”[/center][/h3][/color]

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[color=orange][center]Name: Vicker West

Nickname: Blackjack

Age: 28

Male

Allegiance: Himself and his god, the Crawling Chaos. 

Power: Vicker has the ability to control the minds of other Humans, one at a time. All he has to do is give his target an order when they are within fifteen feet of him. In doing so, they do as he says to the best of their ability. The effect wears off in an hour, or if Vicker controls another mind over the maximum 1.

Written Description: Standing at five feet nine inches, he’s a bit thin, but not unhealthy. He looks like an everyday guy: Black hair, brown eyes, white teeth. In a way, his relatability makes him a bit charming. Though if one looked closely enough, they would see a faint pinpoint of red resting within the depths of his pupil. Hardly anyone could ever tell that he was an acolyte of the Crawling Chaos. Not even him.

Personality: Despite his dangerous power and questionable allegiance, Vernon naturally likes to help people; It’s just in his nature to do so. But his generosity is often overshadowed by his inner prankster. His power is particularly dangerous, and useful for getting people to do what he wants. He likes to poke fun at things, and one of the main reasons as to why he gets into trouble is the fact that he is almost annoyingly sarcastic in times of stress. It’s just what he does to cope with the situation. 

Backstory: Growing up in the slums of Independence city, Vicker survived by nearly every means necessary. One of the many lessons he learned during his desperate childhood was that the world was a game of predator and prey. The sharks and eagles would eat the lesser species, yes, but it was the intellect of Humans that allowed them to kill both. And so, he took every chance he could to improve his smarts and wits. On the streets, no one played by the rules. The world never played fair, and neither did he. 

One day, on a looting run of an old abandoned house, Vicker discovered a strange, old book. It was titled: Necronomicon. He took the book back to his hideout, and planned to read it over the next week. Before he could begin however, he was visited by a strange, black-clad man who had a peculiar fascination with the strange tome. He demanded the book, and in return, he would grant him a power. Of course, as any sane person would, he gave the strange man the book. However, he was given no power. Or at least, at first. Exactly ten days later, after a week and a half of drinking stranger-than-usual-tasting water, Vicker discovered that he could control other people by simply giving them an order. 

At first, he used this for his own gain, running wild and taking what he wanted. However, one day he had an epiphany. He had suffered so much in his life due to things out of his control. Really, life was the biggest bitch anyone would ever have to deal with. He knew kids who never had the chances and lucky breaks he did, and in turn suffered because of it. And so, he decided to steal and rob for the kids who had nothing. If he could just make their lives even just a bit easier, it would all be worth it. 

Sometimes, he hears a voice: a small but commanding whisper in his ear, but he must do what it tells him to do regardless of his own feelings, or else.

Carried Weapons: [hider=Hi-Point C-9][img]http://www.thetruthaboutguns.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/05/left-side1.jpg[/img]

[h3]An ass of a gun. But it’s reliable, and won’t break easily. That’s all that matters.[/h3][/hider]

Skills: Vicker is street smart. He knows the slums like the back of his hand, he’s friends with many powerful people (and enemies with many more), and he’ll bet that you can never, ever beat him at a game of poker. At least, that’s what he tells people. 

He can fight, but fighting isn’t what he likes to do. He’s got a gun, and he uses it liberally. He might not be the best shot, but hey, a bad shot is better than no shot.[/center][/color][/hider]