Name: Oliver "Ollie" Addington

Alias (optional): The Bulldog Punk

Appearance: Standing at 5' 10" and weighing about 175 lbs, Ollie is a lean young lad who resembles a punk through and through. With snowy white hair (clearly dyed) and pale skin, Ollie aims to stand out. He has black ear spacers and a nose bridge piercing. Usually, Ollie wears a black leather jacket with the union jack studded on the back, as well as a singular row of small, silver, spiky studs on either shoulder. He wears dark blue skinny jeans which are ripped stylistically in different places, but most notably the knees. As well as this, Ollie is usually wearing a pair of black Doc Marten boots.



Bio: Ollie's parents moved to Euphoria from England, on the run from the London gangs. Ollie was born into a gangster's world, but not into the luxury of it. Whisking Ollie away from England when he was two years old, he has only ever really known Euphoria. Trained by his Dad, Oliver was taught boxing early on. His dad was a very successful amateur boxer, and it's what got him the rep to start the gang back home. Ollie loved it. Any chance to learn how to fight was the best. By age 10, Ollie would be able to hold his own against anyone that tried pushing him about. It wasn't hard to pick on Ollie either, he wasn't exactly the biggest kid on the playground.

At 16, Ollie had stopped caring. This town swallowed people up and spat them right back out. Over the years, his parents didn't make any headway, and his father became frustrated to not be able to regain the power and influence he once had. With nothing else, he resorted to doing nothing with his life and sitting in his chair, drinking... nothing but drinking. The less he did, the less money they got, and the worse his drinking got. The quality of the drink got shittier with every bottle. Oliver was bought up to not sit on his arse when things got tough, so why was Dad doing exactly that?

He had enough, and decided to go out and do a mugging or two. And hey, it worked. Oliver got some quick cash, and if someone decided to get a little rowdy, he didn't mind a scrap or two. This adrenaline that coursed through his veins was addicting. It made Oliver feel alive. However, his Dad found the stash under Ollie's bed. Oliver's father demanded that his son give him some of the money. Oliver refused. He earned that money, the way his father did, why the fuck should he hand it over?

Their argument soon turned into a physical altercation. However, with Ollie being the younger, more active man, he laid out his old man on the floor. With a chuckle, his dad spat out some blood and smiled. Oliver was ready. His dad pulled out a box and pulled out two knuckle dusters and handed them to Oliver. "Be better than me, son. Go out there and raise hell on them, kid. Then take back home for your old man, huh?"

Personality: Reckless, boneheaded, excitable. Few words could be used to describe the Bulldog anymore accurately. Always ready for a good scrap, Oliver is the first to charge in. His aggression in a fight has been unrivalled so far, and he plans to keep it that way. Oliver loves intimidation, hit and run and any kind of vandalism ops. He's got no time for all this sneaking about shit. If you wanna get known, you gotta stamp your damn mark into the ground and openly piss in front of anyone glancing with a middle finger straight to them.

Likes/Dislikes:
+Money
+Fighting
+Drinking
+Punk rock
+Power

-Losing
-Being sober
-Waiting about
-Sneaking
-Long range combat

Weapons: A pair of spiked brass knuckles.
Raging Bull 44. Magnum
Fully customisable MP5 sub-machine gun.

Backpack Items:
-Bottle of Budweiser
-Pack of cigarretes
-Zippo lighter with union jack on it
-Flashbang

Theme Song:

Name: Dhorian Ramsey

Alias (optional): Black Jackal

Appearance: Stands about 6'2 weighing 215 lbs. In good physical shape with lean muscle definition. He has a few battle scars on the left side of his face and discoloration of his left eye. He usually wears tailor made suits and he special made bullet proof vest.


Bio: Born to a pimp and an unknown biological mother, Dhorian was raised in district 4, Hellison Heights by his aunt who was known as Miss "Auntie" Yvette, the producer of the drug "Sweet Tooth". A pill like the Molly drug. A sweet drug that tastes like candy. Growing up with that woman was quite tough as Dhorian was abused by his cousins since he was smaller than them but at a young ago of 8, he started his hustle with being a carrier at first until eventually working his way up to actually selling as well.

A few street scraps here and a few hustling lessons there and learning to take what he wants in order to get what he wanted was what helped mold Dhorian into the man he is today. One thing he did best was steal supplies and sell them at a different price to gain the kind of many he wanted. His world changed when his Aunt and cousins were raided and killed off by a rival after Dhorian made some moves that was not authorized. he stole the products of the rivals to ruin their business and sell at a different price. After the wipe out of his people, Dhorian was basically left alone in the streets feeling that this was not for him...being some lowly street runner that sells drugs and constantly fight. He wanted more.

Dhorian met a petty but skill thief named "Stuntman" Dave. He caught him in the territory of another gang at the train yard where plenty of supplies were coming through. Dave was trying to steal phones and other electronics that were scheduled to be delivered to stores the next day but was caught by members of the other gang, Dhorian saved his life by taking down a couple of the members but retreated with Dave while carrying a few pieces of tech. Dhorian question if Dave was stupid but Dave just called himself crazy and that what he did helped him make a little money.

Dhorian had an idea. Seeing Dave in action, the man had the skills to break into things but they needed to be a little more organized as they managed to find a hacker named Ian, who could help them with securing their success in stealing and supplying. it was from there that these three men started to try and build an establishment so they could try to compete with the best suppliers in district 2. The question is, can Dhorian score the best stuff to supply people with?

Personality: Cool, calm, and collected. Dhorian is usually in a calm demeanor and is respectable when speaking to others. If there's a way to make more money, he's all ears. Fearless and willing to take chances, he is willing to put his life on the line to protect his valuables. On the flip side, if one is to cross him, he can be brutal. He's cunning and tends to hold a grudge if he's wronged by anyone until that person is dealt with. He hardly ever smiles and tends to be a little intimidating but he means no harm as long as no one pisses him off. He has an eye for tech and new types of weapons. Don't blame him if he gets a little attached to the new stuff.

Likes/Dislikes:
+Money
+Technology
+Women
+Italian and Greek food
+Gambling

-Losing money
-Disrespect
-Incompetent people who work for him or with him
-dealing with drug dealers
-germs

Weapons:
Nodachi blade

colt .45 handgun

AK-47 Tactical


Backpack Items:
Flask filled with bourbon
(More to come)

Theme song:


Instrumental

Name: Eric Harrison

Alias (optional): Demon Of The North

Appearance:


sleek, medium long greyish hair, a smug face with a bit of scruff in his chin. Red eyes. but in the dark they can seem delft blue. He is about average height, stocky but somewhat fit. He looks his age, at 23 yrs old.
Face can look worn at times of stress.

Bio: Eric’s birthparents aren't ever exactly mentioned to him, as he was raised an orphan in Columbus, Ohio, but it's said that his parents were of some form of royalty. All that is known about the man himself is either from his mouth, or rumors. He was first sighted in Euphoria when he took down three bodyguards of a Briggs family associate because one of them hat spat on his shoes. By the age of 15, he had a rap sheet longer than most mini novelas; mostly petty theft and aggravated assault. However, he occasionally murdered in special cases.

He earned the title ‘Demon Of the North’ due to being easy to temper and residing in northside District 4, and single handedly wiping out a group of thugs attempting to rob his adoptive mothers house, whom he refers to as Grams, due to her old age. He is best friends with Adrian Makov, known as The Creature. He dons a black, mosnterlike mask during his crimesprees. The two reside in a shanty like apartment building with Grams,watching over her and providing her the medicine she needs to stay alive.

When he was younger, his adoptive dad, who long since had passed, showed him how to take care of himself in Euphoria. Close quarters combat, gun training, etc. He is at the least very proficient with a handgun and semi automatic rifle.

Personality: Hard, cold, and calculated, this man won’t take no for an answer. He is softer towards civilians, but acts malicious toward criminals unless they choose to help benefit his own goals. His rough lifestyle as led to many potential friendships going south, despite being able to get along with a crowd with necessary. He can also fake emotions somewhat well, which really helps him with gambling and other things of the sort.

Likes:
Good people
Deep conversations
Good listeners
Food
Guns
Trustworthy people
Gambling (when on a winning steak)

Dislikes:
Dishonest people
Hard criminals
Fake people
When others bluff (other than gambling)
Mightier than thou thinkers

Weapons: 6”switchblade, Glock 18 modified full auto with a 30 round clip, AR15 with short range scope. The gun has the words ‘Purify The Wrong’ written across the body of the rifle on both sides.

Backpack Items: 1 full clip for both guns, small medical kit, flashlight, and a grenade.

Name: Adrian Makov

Alias (optional): The Creature

Appearance:



A 24 yr old man at 6’2, almost dwarfing his friend Eric. Well kept dreads, and a warm, greeting face. Well dressed due to his earnings at his bar. Amber yellow eyes that seem to draw people in.

Bio: Growing up on the streets of District 5 with his parents, he was brought into a world of near slavery and indentured servitude. He earned his way into district 4 through 11 years of hard work, and by age 16, he ran his own gambling pub, where he met Eric, his best friend. They did occasional hits and bounties in wanted criminals together, earning quite a reputation. While people feared the Demon Of The North, the Creature was practically hailed as a hero. A good man in a bad world, per say. He protects most of North District 4 from The Third West Killas on a daily basis.

Personality: Kind and compassionate, for a killer. He killed with an honest heart and good moral compass, ridding the world of scum drug lords and wrongdoers. Willing to lend a hand when necessary, and helps a lot of people out of tough spots. Uses his charismatic nature to earn points with the 2nd district dealers, occasionally getting good weapons in trade for completing high bounties.

Likes:
Good people
Food
Helping people

Dislikes:
Criminals of any type, with the exception of a few.
Lying
Cheaters of any type.
Unfair circumstances (other than gambling).

Weapons: 2 brass knuckles with the letters for the word Kindness split between the two, a glock 19, and a M16 with a suppressor.

Backpack Items: 2 clips for his glock, 1 for his M16, a snack bar, and a flashlight.