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Iron Tribe MC (Epic Crime Saga - Always Open)

Iggy

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| Full Name |
Ignatius Spirit Sullivan

| Nickname |
Ig, Iggy, Sullivan/Sully, anything but his full name

| Age |
32

| Gender |
Male

| Sexuality |
Hetero

| Religion |
Atheist

| Relationship Status |
Single

| Relatives |
Donna “Gypsy” Sullivan-Mother (Deceased)
Sage Fleetwood Sullivan-Brother (Prison)
Tranquil Rayne Sullivan-Sister (Lives in Phoenix, estranged)

| Rank |
Patch

| Main Racket |
Drugs, Racketeering, Protection

| Occupation |
Tattoo Artist

| Ink |

Hider

| Bike | Harley Davidson Dyna Street Bob

Hider

| Patches |
Ig’s leather vest consists of a 3 piece back piece; the Iron Tribe rocker on the top, the club emblem in the center with an Asada Nevada rocker underneath the emblem. The emblem is flanked on the left with a diamond shaped 1% patch and on the right with a MC patch. The front of his cut also sports the numbers 13 and 22 signifying his affinity with drugs and his time in prison. US Army Combat Veteran patch on the left breast, with the club emblem and name on the left front breast as well.

| History |
Ig is the youngest son of Donna Sullivan, a woman who earned the nickname Gypsy due to her free-spirited lifestyle. His mother, a new age wiccan, saddled all three children with what many would describe as “hippie names,” and ever since Ig can remember he has hated being called “Ignatius.” His siblings and him were all fathered by different sire’s but Ig being the youngest never met his older sibling’s fathers and his own father was out of the picture before Ig was old enough to remember anything about him. His early childhood was spent on a commune, raised by a community of “free spirited hippie throw backs”, he had very few rules to follow as a child, but was frequently punished with “mediation time” whenever he expressed any form of anger.

His mom left the commune when it started getting a little too cult-like and they ended up living in Las Vegas. It wasn’t long before they were living with his mom’s new boyfriend, a Hell’s Angel who went by Roark, and became a surrogate father to Ig and his siblings. Ig would happily run back and forth to the fridge bringing the old biker beers as he told Ig and his older brother stories of his time in the army, of his adventures with the Hell’s Angels, or even just watching old movies. Ig especially loved the movie Easy Rider, a favorite of Roark’s, and one that sparked his love of motorcycles. Eventually Roark ended up in prison and they ended up moving around again.

With the exception of Vegas, they rarely stayed in one city for very long. Sometimes they went to traditional school and other times they were homeschooled, neither Ig nor his siblings ever graduated high school. Sometimes they lived in run down houses or cheap apartments and other times homeless, his mom struggled to support them. His eldest brother left at sixteen, ended up joining a street gang, and most recently ended up in prison for attempted murder. His sister worked as a waitress and spent a lot of time trying to get her GED and then went on to nursing school. At sixteen Ig started working under the table at a tattoo shop to save up for a bike, something he had wanted since he was a child. Eventually one of the artists took him on as an apprentice and after a few years he became a tattoo artist himself.

Eventually he grew restless with his almost normal life and at twenty Ig joined the army. He’s proud of service, wouldn’t take it back for anything but all in all he eventually realized it was too constricting for him. Ig needed freedom, craved it, so after six years he left, went back to riding and doing tattoo’s, moving around a lot trying to find a place that was interesting enough to become a home. It wasn’t too long after his time in the army that he settled in Asada, Nevada. He started tattooing there and ended up getting a lot of work from a biker gang, The Iron Tribe, and it wasn’t long before he was prospecting. It wasn’t long after becoming a fully patched member that he was convicted of assault charges after getting into it with a rival club encroaching on their territory. Ig did three years in prison for the Iron Tribe, proving his loyalty to the club. While in prison he found out his mother died of a heroin overdose. Now having been released a few months ago, he’s more than ready to whatever needs done for the tribe.

| Extra Information |
Smokes Marlboro reds, loves bourbon and a good fight, adrenalin junkie, and more than willing to do what needs to be done for his new family, Iron Tribe. He has a soft spot for dogs and recently took in an old black lab, with a gray around its eyes and muzzle, that he found hanging around a bar he frequents.

Iron Tribe MC (Epic Crime Saga - Always Open)

Iggy

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| Full Name |
Ignatius Spirit Sullivan

| Nickname |
Ig, Iggy, Sullivan/Sully, anything but his full name

| Age |
32

| Gender |
Male

| Sexuality |
Hetero

| Religion |
Atheist

| Relationship Status |
Single

| Relatives |
Donna “Gypsy” Sullivan-Mother (Deceased)
Sage Fleetwood Sullivan-Brother (Prison)
Tranquil Rayne Sullivan-Sister (Lives in Phoenix, estranged)

| Rank |
Patch

| Main Racket |
Drugs, Racketeering, Protection

| Occupation |
Tattoo Artist

| Ink |

Hider

| Bike | Harley Davidson Dyna Street Bob

Hider

| Patches |
Ig’s leather vest consists of a 3 piece back piece; the Iron Tribe rocker on the top, the club emblem in the center with an Asada Nevada rocker underneath the emblem. The emblem is flanked on the left with a diamond shaped 1% patch and on the right with a MC patch. The front of his cut also sports the numbers 13 and 22 signifying his affinity with drugs and his time in prison. US Army Combat Veteran patch on the left breast, with the club emblem and name on the left front breast as well.

| History |
Ig is the youngest son of Donna Sullivan, a woman who earned the nickname Gypsy due to her free-spirited lifestyle. His mother, a new age wiccan, saddled all three children with what many would describe as “hippie names,” and ever since Ig can remember he has hated being called “Ignatius.” His siblings and him were all fathered by different sire’s but Ig being the youngest never met his older sibling’s fathers and his own father was out of the picture before Ig was old enough to remember anything about him. His early childhood was spent on a commune, raised by a community of “free spirited hippie throw backs”, he had very few rules to follow as a child, but was frequently punished with “mediation time” whenever he expressed any form of anger.

His mom left the commune when it started getting a little too cult-like and they ended up living in Las Vegas. It wasn’t long before they were living with his mom’s new boyfriend, a Hell’s Angel who went by Roark, and became a surrogate father to Ig and his siblings. Ig would happily run back and forth to the fridge bringing the old biker beers as he told Ig and his older brother stories of his time in the army, of his adventures with the Hell’s Angels, or even just watching old movies. Ig especially loved the movie Easy Rider, a favorite of Roark’s, and one that sparked his love of motorcycles. Eventually Roark ended up in prison and they ended up moving around again.

With the exception of Vegas, they rarely stayed in one city for very long. Sometimes they went to traditional school and other times they were homeschooled, neither Ig nor his siblings ever graduated high school. Sometimes they lived in run down houses or cheap apartments and other times homeless, his mom struggled to support them. His eldest brother left at sixteen, ended up joining a street gang, and most recently ended up in prison for attempted murder. His sister worked as a waitress and spent a lot of time trying to get her GED and then went on to nursing school. At sixteen Ig started working under the table at a tattoo shop to save up for a bike, something he had wanted since he was a child. Eventually one of the artists took him on as an apprentice and after a few years he became a tattoo artist himself.

Eventually he grew restless with his almost normal life and at twenty Ig joined the army. He’s proud of service, wouldn’t take it back for anything but all in all he eventually realized it was too constricting for him. Ig needed freedom, craved it, so after six years he left, went back to riding and doing tattoo’s, moving around a lot trying to find a place that was interesting enough to become a home. It wasn’t too long after his time in the army that he settled in Asada, Nevada. He started tattooing there and ended up getting a lot of work from a biker gang, The Iron Tribe, and it wasn’t long before he was prospecting. It wasn’t long after becoming a fully patched member that he was convicted of assault charges after getting into it with a rival club encroaching on their territory. Ig did three years in prison for the Iron Tribe, proving his loyalty to the club. While in prison he found out his mother died of a heroin overdose. Now having been released a few months ago, he’s more than ready to whatever needs done for the tribe.

| Extra Information |
Smokes Marlboro reds, loves bourbon and a good fight, adrenalin junkie, and more than willing to do what needs to be done for his new family, Iron Tribe. He has a soft spot for dogs and recently took in an old black lab, with a gray around its eyes and muzzle, that he found hanging around a bar he frequents.

Wᴇ Aʀᴇ Tʜᴇ Cʜᴀɴɢᴇᴅ

Eli

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| Full Name |
Elias Jonathan Kincaid

| Nickname |
Eli, EJ

| Age |
17

| Gender |
Male

| Sexuality |
Hetero

| Appearance |
Eli stands at 6’ with a toned and athletic build, tanned skin, blond hair, and green eyes. He usually has a friendly smile and calm inviting presence. He is rarely completely still, fidgeting, pacing, knuckle cracking, or finger drumming, when things are calmer than what he’s used to. His bright green eyes are usually accompanied by bags ever since the experiment. His clothes are normally second hand, already showing signs of wear before they were ever his, jeans ripped and distressed by previous owners, old t-shirts and flannels, sneakers that are often held together by duct tape, and an old army jacket from a surplus store. He has a small collection of scars; one above his left eye from a car he crashed into a tree, a circular burn on his right shoulder from a cigarette put out on him by another kid, and a thick scar along his left forearm from a bad break as a child.

| Likes |
-Live music and the energy from a great show
-Food, especially spicy food
-The Outdoors
-Hot/Warm weather
-Thunderstorms
-Action Movies
-Reading
-Making others happy
-New experiences
-A hot coffee and a cigarette

| Dislikes |
-Cold Weather
-Crowds
-Failure
-Moral ambiguity
-Shitty people
-Bologna and Spam his least favorite food
-Cops
-Being treated like he’s stupid
-Having no control/choice
-Being used as an experiment and then being expected to kill his peers without just cause

| Fears |
Claustrophobia
Failure
Being helpless
Being too attached or too reliant on another

| Personality |

Loyal/ Brash/ Resilient/ Stubborn/ Idealistic/ Naïve/

As a kid, Eli was always drawn to stories of heroes; knights, soldiers, cowboys, demigods, and those with superpowers. With his imagination captured by tales of valor and perseverance he always strived to emulate those fictional characters he admired. He has a very black and white view of the world and doesn’t care for ambiguity and gray areas. Eli is stubborn, it takes a lot to change his mind and he doesn’t always listen to reason. He is a man of action, indecisiveness doesn’t suit him, and once he picks a course of action he usually sticks with it and rarely likes to try something else. His plans are rarely well thought out, fueled by impulsiveness and a desire to prove himself. Eli desperately wants to prove himself, to show the world that he’s more than his rough start in life.

He’s friendly and outgoing, Eli likes getting to know new people and to those he likes he is very loyal. He is quick to trust people, he tends to see the good in most people but rarely allows anyone to win his trust back once lost. He keeps high expectations of both himself and others especially when it comes to morality. He has his own moral code, for example he would consider it wrong to steal from an individual but wouldn’t think twice about shoplifting from a large store. He likes to get to know people and although he can talk for hours he rarely lets people get too close. His whole life he has always kept others at a distance; it makes things easier if he has to leave, or if they leave.

Eli likes to help people, to make them laugh or smile, to just be there to make things easier for someone else if he can. He’s willing to do something stupid or goofy to make another smile, to give someone the shirt off his back if they need it, and to have a friend’s back when things get real. Although violence isn’t his first choice he wouldn’t back down from a fight and he’s willing to throw himself in the line of fire to help another. He is an optimistic and idealistic man who wants to leave the world better than how he found, to leave a mark even if it’s anonymously.

| Ability |
Electrokenesis; the ability to manipulate and generate electricity.

| Limitations |
Currently Eli needs direct contact or contact through a strong conductor to affect people, so he can’t just shoot lightning from his fingers like some kind of Sith. He can generate electrical energy through his own body allowing him to shock people though his touch, with enough force to kill or incapacitate them or just enough to give only a mild static shock. Generally, skin to skin contact with Eli gives people at least a small shock. He has more control when calm than he does upset, and his powers rarely work right in the rain, the worse the storm the more unpredictable his ability to use his power is.

| History |
Eli was born to a young mother; one far too young to be ready for the responsibility of parenthood. His mother had been pregnant at sixteen, his father, whoever he was, had never really be in the picture to begin with and his mother was on her own after being kicked out by her own overly religious parents. His mother ended up working at strip club, ended up involved in drugs, heroin, and died of an overdose when he was five. His overly religious grandparents were not interested in taking care of their daughters “mistakes” so Eli mainly grew up in foster care or group homes.

His childhood was made up of constant change and almost no stability, having to adjust to different homes with different rules and adults exercising constantly varying levels of control over him. His mother had enforced almost no rules and adjusting to living different foster homes was difficult for the first few years. Eventually he learned how to adjust, how to fly under the radar in homes with many other children, how to stay mainly unnoticed. The homes he stayed in were often crowded and chaotic, while his basic needs were usually met it was usually the bare minimum but there were plenty of other kids who had it worse and Eli isn’t really the type to complain. There were a few occasions where he’d run away and try and live on the streets which usually ended with him being picked up by cops or caught shoplifting and then sent to a new foster home.

Eli started off as a pudgy, awkward, kid who just barely got by when it came to school work but who spent a lot of his free time reading and hanging around the local library. Before hitting his teenage years, he was frequently picked on for being overweight, wearing second hand clothes, and being poor. Around thirteen thought his growth spurts started, he thinned out and took up an interest in sports and after school activities. The longer he had to be at school, the longer he could be away from his foster homes. He went from pudgy and awkward to athletic and confident, putting all his energy and frustration into sports. He managed to pull his grades up some as well. As he grew closer to eighteen and to freedom he put a lot of thought into the best plan to be able to take care of himself, knowing he didn’t really have anyone to help support him and not wanting to end up a bum or a criminal.

Eli’s plans after graduation were to join the army, save up money, and eventually become a chef. He had been discussing options with a local recruiter, he was set to enlist after graduation and excited about doing something that he could be proud of. When his name was chosen, it was not fear that he felt but pride and excitement, he was going to be someone who mattered, one of six, he was going to do great thing and for once he had a future laid out in front of him. While the others had parents, who cried over the thought of being separated from their kids, his foster parents worried about losing the monthly check they got for housing him. Eli wasn’t worried about missing them either, as for the friends he had; Eli had never allowed himself to become too attached to them either, he was more used to people casually entering and leaving his life to ever find himself too attached.

Eli was more than ready to follow orders, to become stronger and more self-reliant, and to become a super solider. The gas that changed him was of course painful, it burned as he inhaled it and made every cell in his body feel as if it was on fire but Eli endured. Transformation was painful, it was work. He trained tirelessly to hone his newfound abilities, excitedly awaiting the day when he would be sent on missions. The thought of being a super solider made him think of the comics he read as a kid, he wanted to be like his childhood hero Captain America only to have the rug pulled out from under him when he learned of their final test. Anger and disillusionment consumed him, his own government, people he had lied to him, they had told him he could be a hero but there was nothing heroic about killing innocent children. It was like something out of a dystopian teen novel and Eli would have nothing to do with it. The only thing left to do was escape and now that he’s free the only thing he can think about is revenge and making sure this shadowy government agency doesn’t do the same thing to a new group of kids.

| Miscellaneous |
Usually always has a pack of cards, gum, and cigarettes on him as well a lighter. He’s always wanted to learn how to drive a car, tried it once, a joyride with a car from one of his foster homes and immediately crashed into a tree in the front yard.

Wᴇ Aʀᴇ Tʜᴇ Cʜᴀɴɢᴇᴅ

@Hushed Whispers

Eli

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| Full Name |
Elias Jonathan Kincaid

| Nickname |
Eli, EJ

| Age |
17

| Gender |
Male

| Sexuality |
Hetero

| Appearance |
Eli stands at 6’ with a toned and athletic build, tanned skin, blond hair, and green eyes. He usually has a friendly smile and calm inviting presence. He is rarely completely still, fidgeting, pacing, knuckle cracking, or finger drumming, when things are calmer than what he’s used to. His bright green eyes are usually accompanied by bags ever since the experiment. His clothes are normally second hand, already showing signs of wear before they were ever his, jeans ripped and distressed by previous owners, old t-shirts and flannels, sneakers that are often held together by duct tape, and an old army jacket from a surplus store. He has a small collection of scars; one above his left eye from a car he crashed into a tree, a circular burn on his right shoulder from a cigarette put out on him by another kid, and a thick scar along his left forearm from a bad break as a child.

| Likes |
-Live music and the energy from a great show
-Food, especially spicy food
-The Outdoors
-Hot/Warm weather
-Thunderstorms
-Action Movies
-Reading
-Making others happy
-New experiences
-A hot coffee and a cigarette

| Dislikes |
-Cold Weather
-Crowds
-Failure
-Moral ambiguity
-Shitty people
-Bologna and Spam his least favorite food
-Cops
-Being treated like he’s stupid
-Having no control/choice
-Being used as an experiment and then being expected to kill his peers without just cause

| Fears |
Claustrophobia
Failure
Being helpless
Being too attached or too reliant on another

| Personality |

Loyal/ Brash/ Resilient/ Stubborn/ Idealistic/ Naïve/

As a kid, Eli was always drawn to stories of heroes; knights, soldiers, cowboys, demigods, and those with superpowers. With his imagination captured by tales of valor and perseverance he always strived to emulate those fictional characters he admired. He has a very black and white view of the world and doesn’t care for ambiguity and gray areas. Eli is stubborn, it takes a lot to change his mind and he doesn’t always listen to reason. He is a man of action, indecisiveness doesn’t suit him, and once he picks a course of action he usually sticks with it and rarely likes to try something else. His plans are rarely well thought out, fueled by impulsiveness and a desire to prove himself. Eli desperately wants to prove himself, to show the world that he’s more than his rough start in life.

He’s friendly and outgoing, Eli likes getting to know new people and to those he likes he is very loyal. He is quick to trust people, he tends to see the good in most people but rarely allows anyone to win his trust back once lost. He keeps high expectations of both himself and others especially when it comes to morality. He has his own moral code, for example he would consider it wrong to steal from an individual but wouldn’t think twice about shoplifting from a large store. He likes to get to know people and although he can talk for hours he rarely lets people get too close. His whole life he has always kept others at a distance; it makes things easier if he has to leave, or if they leave.

Eli likes to help people, to make them laugh or smile, to just be there to make things easier for someone else if he can. He’s willing to do something stupid or goofy to make another smile, to give someone the shirt off his back if they need it, and to have a friend’s back when things get real. Although violence isn’t his first choice he wouldn’t back down from a fight and he’s willing to throw himself in the line of fire to help another. He is an optimistic and idealistic man who wants to leave the world better than how he found, to leave a mark even if it’s anonymously.

| Ability |
Electrokenesis; the ability to manipulate and generate electricity.

| Limitations |
Currently Eli needs direct contact or contact through a strong conductor to affect people, so he can’t just shoot lightning from his fingers like some kind of Sith. He can generate electrical energy through his own body allowing him to shock people though his touch, with enough force to kill or incapacitate them or just enough to give only a mild static shock. Generally, skin to skin contact with Eli gives people at least a small shock. He has more control when calm than he does upset, and his powers rarely work right in the rain, the worse the storm the more unpredictable his ability to use his power is.

| History |
Eli was born to a young mother; one far too young to be ready for the responsibility of parenthood. His mother had been pregnant at sixteen, his father, whoever he was, had never really be in the picture to begin with and his mother was on her own after being kicked out by her own overly religious parents. His mother ended up working at strip club, ended up involved in drugs, heroin, and died of an overdose when he was five. His overly religious grandparents were not interested in taking care of their daughters “mistakes” so Eli mainly grew up in foster care or group homes.

His childhood was made up of constant change and almost no stability, having to adjust to different homes with different rules and adults exercising constantly varying levels of control over him. His mother had enforced almost no rules and adjusting to living different foster homes was difficult for the first few years. Eventually he learned how to adjust, how to fly under the radar in homes with many other children, how to stay mainly unnoticed. The homes he stayed in were often crowded and chaotic, while his basic needs were usually met it was usually the bare minimum but there were plenty of other kids who had it worse and Eli isn’t really the type to complain. There were a few occasions where he’d run away and try and live on the streets which usually ended with him being picked up by cops or caught shoplifting and then sent to a new foster home.

Eli started off as a pudgy, awkward, kid who just barely got by when it came to school work but who spent a lot of his free time reading and hanging around the local library. Before hitting his teenage years, he was frequently picked on for being overweight, wearing second hand clothes, and being poor. Around thirteen thought his growth spurts started, he thinned out and took up an interest in sports and after school activities. The longer he had to be at school, the longer he could be away from his foster homes. He went from pudgy and awkward to athletic and confident, putting all his energy and frustration into sports. He managed to pull his grades up some as well. As he grew closer to eighteen and to freedom he put a lot of thought into the best plan to be able to take care of himself, knowing he didn’t really have anyone to help support him and not wanting to end up a bum or a criminal.

Eli’s plans after graduation were to join the army, save up money, and eventually become a chef. He had been discussing options with a local recruiter, he was set to enlist after graduation and excited about doing something that he could be proud of. When his name was chosen, it was not fear that he felt but pride and excitement, he was going to be someone who mattered, one of six, he was going to do great thing and for once he had a future laid out in front of him. While the others had parents, who cried over the thought of being separated from their kids, his foster parents worried about losing the monthly check they got for housing him. Eli wasn’t worried about missing them either, as for the friends he had; Eli had never allowed himself to become too attached to them either, he was more used to people casually entering and leaving his life to ever find himself too attached.

Eli was more than ready to follow orders, to become stronger and more self-reliant, and to become a super solider. The gas that changed him was of course painful, it burned as he inhaled it and made every cell in his body feel as if it was on fire but Eli endured. Transformation was painful, it was work. He trained tirelessly to hone his newfound abilities, excitedly awaiting the day when he would be sent on missions. The thought of being a super solider made him think of the comics he read as a kid, he wanted to be like his childhood hero Captain America only to have the rug pulled out from under him when he learned of their final test. Anger and disillusionment consumed him, his own government, people he had lied to him, they had told him he could be a hero but there was nothing heroic about killing innocent children. It was like something out of a dystopian teen novel and Eli would have nothing to do with it. The only thing left to do was escape and now that he’s free the only thing he can think about is revenge and making sure this shadowy government agency doesn’t do the same thing to a new group of kids.

| Miscellaneous |
Usually always has a pack of cards, gum, and cigarettes on him as well a lighter. He’s always wanted to learn how to drive a car, tried it once, a joyride with a car from one of his foster homes and immediately crashed into a tree in the front yard.

Rᴏsᴇꜰᴇʟʟ - A Cᴏᴍɪɴɢ Oꜰ Aɢᴇ Sᴛᴏʀʏ

Still here, glad your feeling better

Rᴏsᴇꜰᴇʟʟ - A Cᴏᴍɪɴɢ Oꜰ Aɢᴇ Sᴛᴏʀʏ

@Erklings25 I think Wyatt would really like poker but be terrible at it, Lincolns gonna take all his money.

Gloomy Skies and Kids Who Fly

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Crash tilted his head to the side confused about what Flick said, why would there be laws against changing clothes. The city was a very weird place, of all the things to worry about a little nudity seemed like nothing. He laughed at Dizzy, who look his time changing, clearly to piss of Flick. Then Dizzy ran off with something, into the alley way that Flick had decided was a more appropriate place to change. What did Dizzy have? Was it food? Crash was instantly jealous that Dizzy had something that he didn’t. Mal told him he looked like a homeless bum but fairly normal and he took it as a compliment.

So, while Flick was off changing in private, Crash tried to find something he could trade with Dizzy for some of his food. Unfortunately for Crash there really wasn’t much in the alley. He explored the vicinity of a nearby metal box, bigger than the one with the clothes that also smelled terrible, and he was about to give up when he heard a rustling sound. Crash’s full attention was on whatever was behind the dumpster, what if it was a rabbit, as the sound moved towards on side of the dumpster Crash lunged at it. The small gray creature let out a yowl and a hiss as it slipped through his hands, biting his finger as it ran off. Crash, disanointed, kicked the dumpster and sighed, he would probably not be getting any of whatever Dizzy had found. His hand was bleeding a little but it wasn’t anything too bad, he wiped the blood off on is jeans.

After his failed attempt to catch a cat he saw Flick return. “Princess Flick how nice of you to return, did you enjoy your private time? Crash asked, teasing him and sticking his tongue slightly. He thought Flick was being too cautious, I mean compared to everything they had all already been through who rough could the city really be? Before he had a chance to say anything else the wind shifted slightly and the greatest smell that had ever graced his nose blew through the air. It was food, and it smelled fantastic. Flick seemed to know where the food was coming from so Crash followed without any questions or smartass comments. He didn’t want to stall eating any further. As Mal spoke of needing new names Crash did nod in agreement. “I don’t want a new name either. I like Crash. The guards all had boring names like Chuck Johnson or Janice Smith.” Crash said making a face at the names he could recall.

Rᴏsᴇꜰᴇʟʟ - A Cᴏᴍɪɴɢ Oꜰ Aɢᴇ Sᴛᴏʀʏ

I propose secret tree house club meetings for all kids who self identify as "fuck ups," held at like 2am, and Wyatt will gladly bring beer and weed to share.

Rᴏsᴇꜰᴇʟʟ - A Cᴏᴍɪɴɢ Oꜰ Aɢᴇ Sᴛᴏʀʏ

Wyatt Cabetnet

Theme Song

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Full Name:
Andrew Wyatt Cabernet Jr

Nicknames:
Wyatt or Wy

Age:
20

Gender
Male

Sexuality
Hetero

Face Claim
Jeremy Sumpter

Dialogue Color
Lime

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In Depth Appearance
Wyatt’s 6’2 frame is lean and athletic, he generally has a moderate tan, especially in the summer, and the more time in the sun the lighter his hair tends to get. His dirty blonde hair is normally strategically disheveled and he usually maintains some amount of stubble; without it he has too much of a baby face and his fake ID gets looked at too closely. He has light green eyes, full of life and excitement and an inviting smile. As far as his personal style goes he tries to keep a balance between looking like his clothes are expensive brands while also looking like he doesn’t really care about fashion. He gravitates towards high end jeans, hoodies, t-shirts, and jackets. In addition to clothes Wyatt also has a huge collection of sneakers and quite a few watches. Although he tends to dress very casually he also has several nicer outfits and suits when he needs them.

Habits, Quirks, & Oddities

* Social smoker but chain smokes when drinking
* Will accept just about any dare or challenge
* Fidgeting with his watch when he’s bored or anxious

Hobbies

* Wyatt enjoys almost all forms of competition and sport
* Finding and getting into trouble partially for fun and partially to see if he can get out of it
* Acting, ever since he was a kid he’s had a lead in almost every school production, Wyatt loves being on a stage with all eyes on him

Likes

* Parties, raves, and bonfires
* Drinking and casual drug use
* Sports, competition, and attention
* Wealth and the extra privileges it provides
* Being outdoors, especially the beach
* Action and Horror movies
* Food, Wyatt will eat almost anything, especially if it’s spicy

Dislikes

* School, hard work, and things that aren't easy or fun for him
* Boredom, being still for too long, being quiet
* Being told what to do, buzzkills, and authority figures
* Failing at something he actually cares about
* Anyone, but his father especially, calling him Junior
* Cold weather
* Loneliness

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Personality
Outgoing/ Brash/ Loyal/ Entitled
Wyatt is and always has been a very extroverted and outgoing person. He gets along well with most people, he can talk with just about anyone, and generally enjoys getting to know people. He’s always loved being in the spotlight, which is what drew him to acting, and his ultimate goal is to make a name for himself that’s completely separate from his family’s fame. He has a constant craving for an adrenaline rush, and coupled with his inclination for impulsiveness make doing stupid, daredevil like stunts a second nature for him. He’s also more than willing to do just about anything to cheer a friend up or to make a pretty girl smile. One of Wyatt’s favorite things to do is test limits; get himself into trouble just to see what wealth, status, and his own charisma can get him out of and to see how much he can get away with. He has a rebellious spirit, always challenging authority often just for the sake of being adversarial.

Wyatt is incredibly loyal to anyone he cares about, but especially to his sisters whom he is incredibly protective of even if they don’t always get along. Growing up wealthy and somewhat spoiled Wyatt doesn’t really value money, he just naturally assumes it will be there and is far from fiscally responsible. His warped perception of money also makes him incredibly generous; he constantly uses his parent’s money one people he likes, not to impress them, but because if buying something for someone will make them happier than why not do it. He’s never really worked a day in his life, and doesn’t really care for anything that’s too difficult. A lot of things have come easy for him, athleticism, popularity, and even acting, which while they took some work it was also fun for him. Things that take hard work though, things that aren’t also fun; Wyatt quickly losses interest and decides it’s not worth his effort.

Wyatt puts a lot of importance on things like status and appearance which leads to his more shallow and arrogant tendencies. While he sometimes tries to keep these in check he does frequently judge people based on how the look and dress. He also has a very high opinion of himself, considering himself to be the next great movie star, and he cares a lot about what other people think of him. Wyatt carefully constructs his look, trying to find the perfect balance between looking like he doesn’t care about his looks while also looking like he has money and is well put together. He’s almost always confidant, it takes a lot to shake him or to make him nervous.

Wyatt, like most people his age, really sees himself as invincible, he likes excitement and adventure and tends to be very reckless. He doesn’t usually think before he acts or speaks but doesn’t have any hang ups about apologizing if he was wrong, at least when it comes to friends, but when it comes to his parents he’s more hesitant to admit when he’s wrong. He’s an optimistic dreamer who believes he can do anything and is quick to follow his every whim but also lazy when things are too much work, refusing to put effort into anything that’s not immediately fun. At his best Wyatt has a warm and friendly energy, he’s quick to include people, and is an honest and loyal friend. At his worse he’s another spoiled, entitled, rich boy. He can be brash, vain, and lacking tact.



History
Born the only son and eldest child, of Andrew and Rebecca Cabernet, Wyatt has always enjoyed the wealth, privilege, and status of his family. When it comes to possessions and material things he always had everything he could ever want and then some. However, as a child he always felt in stuck in his parent’s shadows; his mother a well-known congress woman and his father the CEO of a fortune 500 company, he was always expected to go into with business or politics, to be just like his parents. He did everything he could to stand out on his own merits, involving himself in sports and theater as ways to focus the spotlight on himself. He wanted to be exceptional at whatever he did and with anything he wasn’t immediately good at, like academics, he decided wasn’t important; why waste his time on things he’s not good at.

Sports were his first love; Wyatt thrived as the star of his little league team the attention and admiration of his peers was almost like a drug and to see his parents in the stands cheering him on, when they had the time to make it to a game, was even better. He continued with baseball as he got older as well as trying his hand at soccer, swimming, football, and tennis but by the time he hit high school his main focus was on lacrosse. However, Wyatt always knew that while he was good with most sports and loved competition professional level was never going to be for him. So, while being the star attacker for his high school lacrosse team brought him popularity he began to shift more of his focus on theatre during his junior year.

Acting was always fun for Wyatt, staring as the big bad wolf in his elementary school’s production of The Three Little Pig’s was where it all began. As a child, being praised for his ability to play pretend was great and being on stage, with everyone in the room completely focused on whatever he said or did made him sure that this was something he wanted to do for the rest of his life. The level of fame giving to the major movie stars is what Wyatt craves, he wants people to know his name, to be internationally recognized in a way that has nothing to do with his family and everything to do with him alone.

His parents prevented him from becoming a child actor, though if he had his way it would’ve certainly been the path he would have chosen. Instead they have constantly tried to get him to focus on school and academics, with his father especially wanting him to end up a business major business and to stop focusing on “pipe dreams,” and his mother wanting him to stay out of trouble and focus on something more tangible than acting. Personally Wyatt believes they want him to fall in line to make the family look good, for the sake of his mother’s political career and for something to brag about with their friends. Wyatt hates the idea of spending his adult life doing something as dull as business and politics, no matter how profitable a career path, and it is a fate worse than death in his eyes.

He has also spent most of his life getting into trouble; vandalism, pulling pranks, skipping, and more recently using and selling recreational drugs. Partially for the adventure of the experience and partially to see just how much he can get away with. He’s used to his parent’s status and wealth getting him out of any trouble he gets into and has come to expect that; Wyatt doesn’t worry about consequences and just subconsciously seems himself above them. Whenever his parents were away he always took the opportunity to throw huge parties, he loves being surrounded by happy people having a good time and his parties made it easy for him to make friends with those his parents would call “the wrong sort.”

In the past, his parents would write off his bad behavior as typically teenage rebellion that he needs to get out of his system but more recently they have tried a sterner approach, threatening to cut him off financially if he doesn’t get his act together. He has spent his first two years at college partying, getting into to trouble, and blowing off classes. Instead of going to class he’s been spending ridiculous amounts of money getting headshots taken, doing a few small-time modeling gigs, and auditioning for acting roles. So far, he’s only been in a few plays here and there but he has a feeling his big break is on the way. In the meantime, he’s more than happy to take the summer off and vacation with his family in Rosefell, keeping the fact that he’s failed almost all of his classes and is seriously considering dropping out from his parents, mainly out of the fear of being cut off finically.

Welcome to Nowhere

@The Whacko

Ivan could tell that this was not a man who would appreciate being lied to, and he was pretty relieved that the detective already figured out he was a vampire. Good, no charades or awkward stories about why he wanted in on the investigation. He preferred things this way, and Ivan casually took a seat in front of the man’s desk and took another drag on his cigarette. He was silent for a second, exhaled and savored the tobacco before he spoke.

“I can tell you’re a straight shooter so I won’t insult you with the psychic bullshit. You’ve got a good eye, I am a vampire, and I also happen to have very poor self-control. What can I say I eat when I’m bored.” Ivan explained with a glib tone. He snubbed out the cigarette in the ashtray on the desk before leaning back in the chair.

“Don’t take this the wrong way, I don’t mean it as a threat. I don’t want to add to the body count, I’m eight years sober, well in vampire terms at least. Just blood bags for me but I like to keep myself occupied so I don’t fall back into old habits. So here I am, offering to help, I mean you’ve got bodies stacking up, I doubt that lends to the public having much faith in the department as is. These murders are supernatural, no way is some mundane behind this. What do you think is gonna happen to your pal Paul Bunion’s gonna fair when he comes up against some vampire or demon? I’m guessing not well. Me, I can hold my own and if not you’ve got one less unpredictable vampire running around town. Plus, fun fact, vampire’s noses are way better than a bloodhound.” Ivan rambled, unnervingly chipper as he talked.

“I’ve done a lot in my past to make up for and this seems like as good of a place as any to start. I’m not saying you should trust me, I wouldn’t, but right now I’m interested in doing something good. I’m also interested in making sure this draw every hunter in hundred miles to the area, I have strong sense of self preservation and would really like to not experience death for a second time. So what’d’ya say, up for a slightly uncomfortable working relationship?” Ivan offered, if the detective said no he’d probably just follow the other guy with the beard around and cheat off his clues. Once Ivan got an idea into his head he could be pretty stubborn and right now hunting down dangerous supernaturals sounded like something fun to do.