Little Bill

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Name
BJ

Age
23

Gender
Male

Affiliation
The Bombers

Years Spent with Gang
8

Appearance
BJ isn't muscular or brawny, but he commands respect as if he was. He has a taut frame made of lean muscle with very little fat, and olive skin that would make you guess he's either Italian or one of those lighter Spanish races. He stands a few inches shorter than his peers, and has an unnervingly silent walk and disposition. He wears a greyish brown goat mask with yellow eyes, which has made a lot of people assume the B in BJ stands for Billy, like billygoat.
It doesn't.

Before you see BJ, you smell him; He's not unwashed or anything, he just wears a lot of the cologne that old spanish dudes who hang out in front of bodegas wear. He typically favors solid color shirts and cargo pants which he tucks into a set of scary looking steel-capped combat boots he affectionately refers to as his shitkickers, coupled with purple suspenders. Many suspect that under his mask, his hair's cut a little close to his skin, if you catch my drift.

Personality
All cute remarks about his personality aside, BJ is a terrifying individual. Regarded to with a fear somewhere between Injun Joe and The Bogeyman, BJ is just as tough as you'd expect someone with a synonym for oral sex to have to become. BJ's voice has a gravelly, shaking, ghostlike quality, and his eccentricities and quiet nature make him get under most people's skin. He is a loner by nature, and though he's been with The Bombers for a very long time, he's not really regarded to as a part of the "crew". It's clear that BJ's some kind of whacked in the head, but it's unclear as to what kind of whacked specifically.

BJ's position in the group is that of an enforcer, but his role is that of a threat. It's one thing to send a few guys to rough somebody up, it's another thing to find the Goat on your doorstep. If BJ is looking for you, you've clearly made a very unintelligent mistake. Although he's not especially big, or even all that strong, BJ is cold, calculating, and brutal. Some Bombers view him with a level of distrust for his brutal methods and lax stance on torture, especially because those qualities are more synonymous with their rival gang, though you'd be hard pressed to find someone that would say so to his face.

Aside from his status as one of The Bombers' chained hounds, BJ is known for his sometimes naive, childlike qualities. He likes watching movies -- particularly kid's movies -- dislikes loud noise, and doesn't drink or do drugs. Additionally, though BJ isn't necessarily naive, he has a lot of optimism and is pretty casual about things, which stands in harsh juxtaposition with his work as a career killer. He orders off of kid's menus, plays a mean game of handball, and as far as anyone knows, has never had a girlfriend.

If you collected everything everyone knew about BJ that they had separately learned through little snippets throughout the past eight years, you'd know about this much about him; He was homeless as a kid, lived with his grandparents, and had a sister who moved away when he was young. He likes spicy food, and he doesn't much care for China.

Strengths
You've got to be good at what you do to get ahead, so BJ's gotten really good at what he does: Killing people. BJ isn't necessarily a good fighter in a fair sense, but he doesn't ever put himself in fair fights. BJ waits for you in your house, in your car, or wherever he has to, and then comes out when you're at your most vulnerable like in the shower or while you're driving. His signature weapon is an age-old tool of the trade, a rock hammer he takes with him everywhere.

BJ's reputation precedes him. He's done so many things that at this point, just having him be in a room with you alone is enough to set most people on edge. He's not necessarily a skilled negotiator, or even a good speaker, but his reputation makes him intimidating enough to sometimes change the outcome of events just with his presence. What he's done probably won't ever be expanded upon specifically, but it's not hard to make stuff up. He's killed a lot of people in a lot of nasty ways to send messages.

Weaknesses
BJ doesn't have the same protection as the rest of The Bombers. This isn't to say that they wouldn't back him up in a fight, but that he simply works alone for the most part, and lacks the trust and support network usually provided by gang membership. He settles all of his scores alone and relies only on his skill, which is a strategy that only truly works in a fair world.

BJ is trying to quit smoking, a habit he's had for over a decade. Aside from his irritability, BJ's habit has left him weak in terms of endurance. He can't run fast, far, or up stairs. Seriously, just get him to chase you around the parking lot for like five minutes and you'll be fine.

Likes

Chewy Snacks
BJ overcomes an oral fixation (harharhar) left by smoking by eating Twizzlers and chewing sunflower seeds. He has a habit of silently spitting the seeds out, which fall out of the bottom of his mask silently, but nobody has called him out on it yet. The Twizzlers are even weirder to watch, he places them in his mask's mouth-hole and they just slowly slither in like anteater tongues.

Motorcycles
BJ doesn't care much for the newer futuristic bikes, and has a dislike of Kawasaki and Suzuki motorcycles, which he calls riceburners. BJ drives a '73 Red Triumph. It's not the fastest or the toughest, but it has the maneuverability of a dirtbike and allows for turning into tight spaces with relative ease. Gary, the owner of the local autobody shop seems to owe him a big favor, as BJ frequently comes in for tuneups and repairs without ever being seen paying full price.

Reading
BJ appreciates the written word. He likes twizzlers, killing Razors, and a good book. Simple guy. He has a particular fondness for classic literature, pulp comics, and stories set in the south. For a short period when he joined The Bombers his nickname was Einstein because he was always reading, until BJ explained with a few well-timed beatdowns that it would be a short-lived nickname. Ever since then, they've just called him his name.

Dislikes
Germs
Nobody knows this because of how damn quiet he is, but BJ is weird about germs. He wears latex gloves when he's "on the job" because blood on his bare skin makes him gag, and in general, he'd sooner go shirtless than wear a shirt he had spilled something on. Before the mask trend, BJ would wear a lot of scarves and bandannas, and he's never been one for handshakes, high fives, hugging, or pretty much any kind of physical contact. If BJ likes you, he'll give you an elbow bump or nod at you, but that's the furthest he gets.

Running
There is nothing BJ despises more than running, or even jogging. If you run from him, which you probably will want to, whatever he has planned will become much worse. After about ten meters, BJ is usually too winded to continue, which is why he relies on his lightweight motorcycle. He has a very Hannibal Lector way about him that makes people a bit afraid to make any sudden moves, but the truth is, BJ is probably the easiest person there is to outrun.

"The Chinese"
I dunno either, man. He's never outwardly aggressive to Asian people or going off on political rants, but when the subject comes up, he's historically had a pretty firm stance on disliking Asian -- particularly Chinese -- cultural customs, foods, motorcycles, products, and so on. He doesn't go into detail other than "not mixing with" them, but since he's so weird and quiet, people tend to remember what he says. Some guess he was wronged by the triad in Chinatown, others have heard rumors that his heart was broken by a beauty from Beijing, but both would be wrong.
BJ's just kinda racist. Go figure.

Other
Other Bombers cite BJ's accent as "hard to place". Some guess he's from the south, some guess he's French. They're both kinda right. BJ is Cajun.

BJ's signature weapon, the rock hammer, is not named. However, it is numbered, and its number is three.

Theme
Calamity

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The Story

San Marzano is a small city in California known for its scenic sunrises and staggering homeless population. It is ruled by Mayor Vince Schumiatti and the SMPD, two equally corrupt figures that do little to change the town's ingrained criminal culture. The West Side is generally seen as the "downtown", doubling as a financial and red-light district, whereas The East Side is mostly industrial and residential, though both sides are somehow just as dangerous as the other.

There are dozens, quite possibly even hundreds of gangs in San Marzano, though all of them either work for or live in fear of The Bombers and The Razors. These two gangs have been feuding for about ten years ever since The Razors moved into town. They've essentially become The Montagues and Capulets -- They've been fighting for so long, most of them aren't sure why they started fighting, but transgressions of the past and revenge for them fuels their warring. The Bombers control East and South Marzano, whereas The Razors control West and North.

The year is 1987, and a strange fashion trend has swept through San Marzano's youth; Latex animal masks. This spike in popularity seems to be due to their connotation with gang activity and their frequent use in burglaries and other crimes, as well as their popularity spanning throughout different subcultures. Although wearing masks in the city has recently been made illegal, it is a largely unenforceable law, and so there remains a staggering population of masked youth roaming the city after dark. Known in the media as "Feral Youth", these groups control sections of cities with the same ferocity as animals fighting for territory, and utilize planning, equipment, and sabotage far more advanced than feuding medieval kingdoms. Two such gangs that have adopted the Feral Youth trend are, you guessed it, The Bombers and The Razors.

This RP will focus on the relations, in-fighting, and politics of San Marzano's gang population. Stylistically, I'm trying to blend the ultraviolent 80's worlds of Hotline Miami and Drive with the unrealistically obvious gangs of The Warriors and A Clockwork Orange. Additionally, I wanna get all literary up in here, so anticipate Relation-Based RP and lots and lots of Character Arcs. The story as a whole will have certain themes which will be reflected through pretty basic symbolism, the actions and words of the characters, and so on. One such theme is the Cyclical Nature of Life. The Bombers have recently had their leader killed and will soon have to choose a replacement, whereas The Razors are anticipating the death of their last remanding founder, who has acted as the closest thing to a spokesperson for the gang for years. Another theme in the RP is that The Strong Survive. Aside from the obvious violent connotations, only the pesticide-resistant weeds and grass grow in Marzano, and the only birds that seem to visit the dock are large, aggressive, and probably eating all the smaller birds. If you can't tell already, this is one of those roleplays where the characters are all probably high school dropouts, but they're all watching sunsets and dropping philosophical soliloquies and shit left and right.

Whether your character is struggling to keep themselves alive, escape a life they've found themselves in, or are fighting a battle out of loyalty, crime is a major theme in the RP. I think it's worth mentioning here that there are Mature Themes, so try not to be annoying about stuff, I guess. Per sight rules I don't think I can actually plant an 18+ tag on the rp, so just bear in mind that it'll deal with mature themes. Characters can get killed or possibly tortured, but nobody is getting raped. Other than that, the world is kind of a dark place. That's not to say there isn't humor, there totally is, it's just more often then not either absurd or dark. For example, the first post will have a man threatening to engage in sex acts with another man's heart valve over the phone. In terms of how the characters act, think Hotline Miami, Reservoir Dogs, and Drive. Ours is very much a Noir story, and so we're balancing out the capriciousness and vulgarity of neon teenage gangsters slicing each other up with serious suspense, pseudo-cinematic imagery, and a generally dour, unpleasantness to the setting.

As of the IC's first page, The Leader of The Bombers, King Rex has been dead for a week. The last any had seen of him, he was heading to The Grotto to negotiate some kind of drug deal with Gary Tiede, the last remaining founder of The Razors, there was a shootout, and the king was dead.

The Bombers have been engaging in an all-out manhunt for his suspected killer, out of loyalty and the honor of killing their leader's murderer. Gary is one of The Razors' original founders, and has acted as the gang's spokesperson with foreign gangs -- Particularly The Triad in Chinatown, Le Fils de Samedi in Little Haiti, and a branch of an east coast gang known as The Holy 32's. Instead of band together to save him, The Razors have mostly all quietly accepted Gary's inevitable death. See? Themes.

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The Rules

1. Don't insult, flame, cheat, godmod, etc. You know what is and isn't appropriate, so don't be a dick. Certain things can be said in jest, sure, just try not to be unpleasant, antagonizing, or cunt-ish about things. Also, don't do unfair things that would affect the RP in your favor like godmodding, powerplaying, etc. Be cool like the fonz. The point here isn't to "win", it's to write an interesting story.

2. Be on time. If you can't post for X amount of time, that's fine, just let me know so we can advance. Posting order or not, long unspecified lulls in activity kill RPs and make people wait for what is usual no reason, so try to avoid it. I'm starting training at a job where I get twelve hour shifts, so if I can be punctual and on-time, you can take the time out of your day to check in.

3. There are mature themes, so once again, don't join if that's not your thing. By that, I mean characters will frequently curse, drink, fight, and do other things you wouldn't normally condone. I also mean that characters should (hopefully!) have realistic character arcs and development. Let's all try to write an interesting story here!

4. That being said, try not to go overboard. I'm all for believable, evil villains, but gorn, edginess, walking sob stories and rampant sociopathy just come off as lazy writing. Also, no sex crimes are happening here, so if a post starts with someone trying to commit one, it ends with them being unsuccessful and probably dead.

5. This story has themes, and characters who can roll with them are more likely to stay alive.

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The Themes

The Circle of Life/The Strong Survive/The Food Chain
These overarching themes all essentially point out the same thing; the world of San Marzano, and thereby the world, is an ugly, unfair place ruled by the cruelest, strongest, and most cunning. Aside from the obvious predator/prey thing with the animal masks, all of the urban wildlife (rats, pigeons, seagulls, stray dogs, alley cats, etc.) are all described as foul-tempered and wild, meaning that any weaker animals have long-since been driven out.

Hope vs. Nihilism
This theme is a little less clear at times, but I'd like to still have it there. Aside from each of the characters wanting things to be different than what they are, themes of Hope will be prevalent throughout the narrative. Many homeless gang members get food and shelter at Our Lady of Hope, and the sunrises -- and the future they represent -- are the town's pride and is regarded to as "The only good thing about San Marzano" that few people ever see. You following?

On the flip side, shit always seems to be going down at sundown, dusk, or night, and those are all times non gang members seem to stay inside. The characters all have various degrees of hardened personalities due to their circumstances, and their street-smart intuition more often than not involves assuming the worst of people. Additionally, many townsfolk seem to have more or less accepted their cycle of corrupt cops and violent gangbangers, and have resigned themselves to living in the literal Wild West.

The Cycle of Life and Death
People are always dying. Left and right, the RP will have violence, and will start with one gang mourning the death of their leader and another preparing for it. On the other hand, life is everywhere too. The Bombers' abandoned factory has plants sprouting through the cracks in the walls, and The Razors' nightclub is described as "Buzzing with life". Everybody's always hearing about cousins and nieces and sisters and aunts having babies, because for of the philosophical musings, the story's still in a ghetto, come on.

Passion vs. Stoicism
The Red Oni and The Blue Oni. Left brain and right brain. The Id and The Superego. One gang follows a strict code they sometimes struggle with, and the other have sacrificed organization and unity for personal gain and occasionally cartoonish hedonism. Additionally, poverty begets violent, hardened people, who very often unintentionally project Classical Greek Stoicism, more commonly known as being Street. These characters and others will not only struggle with this, but with their passions and desires, because if you can't tell already, all these themes are all part of the last one. Drumroll!

Duality/Cycles
In the most obvious of terms, this story is about the red guys fighting the blue guys, and those of them who struggle with being purple. Neither side is completely good or evil, and neither side is really stronger than the other. Both are kept in poverty due to their systematic oppression, which is also largely cyclical. The Poor stay poor and the rich stay rich, but a cycle of violence and crime keep our characters somewhere in between.

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Misc.

Three things I'd like to include that didn't have a better place in the OOC. This bracket used to be the setting, but it's a city with a few small ethnic neighborhoods, nothing too crazy. I realized I don't have to write a huge thing for you guys to figure that the poor part of the town is scary, that chinatown has a lot of chinese residents, the industrial neighborhood by the docks is polluted, and so on. Here's what I figure is more important instead!

Character Themes
Shit Deadbeat, didn't you already say there were themes in the story? Yes, but these are character themes. Certain characters will be vaguely associated with different, random things. The purpose of this is to use these themes in foreshadowing through symbolsim and descriptions. For example, my character BJ has a Swamp theme. He's Cajun, so there's that, but his first appearance is in weather described as "swampy", his alias's surname is "Bog" and so on. Because of this theme, other players could foreshadow events we've planned or that they have in mind involving BJ by using some kind of swamp imagery in say, a dream or background advertisement or something. Now do the same for your character.

Flashbacks
Characters have a lot of backstory, but aren't realistically likely to go around telling every Tom, Dick, and Harry about their abusive father or heroin addiction or whatever. As a result, some posts will be flashback posts! Include some introspective bullshit in front of the flashback so it's not just a post in a hider about your character years ago out of nowhere.

Collaborative Arcs
Try to work together to form relationships that change your character, as is one of the points of the RP's largely thematic approach. In other words, focus on rivalries and friendships instead of beating everyone in every fight.

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IT'S ALIVE.

Still under construction, will be complete sometime this weekend, yadda yadda. Feel free to start submitting characters!

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Chapter One: The Spark

Sunday//August 15

It was the worst kind of weather. Hot and wet. Sunday morning churchgoers' hair curled itself out of fashion, clothes quickly became unbearably moist, and neither a cold drink or hot drink would really be of any comfort. It was dank and swampy, and the only pleasant thing to do would be to stay inside. All around San Marzano, the hot moisture of the sumer air became a palpable force, like a static charge brought on by some oncoming storm.

In particular, there was one citizen who felt particularly put out by the morning, a lone tiger sauntering down Borouse Street. His hands were stuffed in the pockets of his shorts and he wobbled with a concerning, almost sick-looking walk.

Sunlight. What bastard invented the stuff?

Timmy could hardly see through his scrunched up eyes but he preferred to stumble through the sun bleached streets than to open them properly and let the light scorch his hungover eyes. His head was already thumping fit to burst, his hands twitching like spiders on speed and legs protesting the task of carrying him all the way to the store. Better to bounce off the odd street lamp and pedestrian than add significantly to his other woes.

Still, Timmy knew the way well enough. Down the stairs, out of the apartment block, turn right, turn right again, walk down the street, cross the road and so on. Nothing complicated, nothing hard. Well, nothing hard if you were healthy, sober and using your eyes properly. As it was, Timmy was pretty sure he was almost there but couldn't swear to it. In fact, there was nothing for it.

Slowly, with both hands shading his eyes, he allowed his face to relax and took stock of the street in front of him. Through the sizzling sound of his brain cooking behind his retinas, he made out the faintly flashing red letters; GAS! GROCERIES! GUNS! Hallelujah, he had made it. The electronic door opened with an irritating woosh as Timmy struggled to keep his feet on the slick floor. What did he need? Drink? No, no point, he could always swing by the Grotto later. Food? No, he had plenty of salad in the fridge and more than enough yoghurt. Ah! Yes! Milk! There was no milk in the fridge and no coffee in the pantry. How could he start the day properly without an adequate caffeine kick?

Confident in his purpose, if not his walk, Timmy set off towards the dairy section and snatched a couple of cartons of milk, resisting the urge to indulge in the pleasant cool of refrigerator by sticking his aching head into it. One down. Turning around, he perused the various sorts of coffee by sitting on the aisle floor and bringing the packets up to his still mostly closed eyes. Squinting hard, he could just about make out the different brand names and searched, albeit with questionable efficiency, for his favourite. Nothing compared to the sheer kick of Bengal White for Timmy.

When he found the packet, he gathered up four or five of them, reasoning he might as well restock properly while he was here, and staggered to the counter. During his search for that special substance, his disobedient hands had mostly behaved but now they rebelled, suddenly spasming out of his control and sending the coveted coffee flying in all directions. The spike of adrenaline had no reason to course through Timmy's system at that moment but, considering his previous abuse of said system, it was surprising that it had waited so long to arrive.
With a light growl, Timmy bent down to gather up his goods when a voice spoke up from above him.

"Let me help you with that." A hand placed itself gently on the packet in front of Timmy, and he looked up, squinting through his hangover at the figure in front of him for a few moments before focusing his eyes. For a moment, he couldn't really believe it. The Goat. He wasn't sure, but he had a suspicion that he wasn't even a real guy, just some urban tall tale. The horror stories he had heard about him didn't quite match to the goat mask he was staring at, nor did the bag of frozen shrimp he was carrying, with a cartoon shrimp on the bag serving up a plate of what were probably his friends.

"I been looking around for you for quite some time, Timmy. I need you to tell somebody somethin'."

Standing up and trying to look a bit less ill or at least to not sway, Timmy looked into the Goat's eyes. He wondered if his hangover enforced squint made him look like he was glaring and decided it didn't matter; if this guy wanted to start a fight, he'd do for his own reasons. The thought sent another, more justified twitch through Timmy's system.

"Uhuh? Who and what?"
BJ stood unfalteringly still, though there was a light crunching underneath his mask for a moment. "Tell the big man I wanted to continue the talk." He made no gestures or movements, but the dissaproving mother and her small, gawking daughter passing by and looking at their masks made it pretty clear that whatever shit was going down wasn't going to go down at a Guns 'n Grub.

"Tell him to come to Aura Park tonight. Tell him to come alone."

"Maybe in the Bombers you tell each other what to do and where to go." Timmy hoped the the juddering spasms shocking through his chest weren't making him sound stupid. "But in the Razors, we don't give orders. I'll tell Gary you want to talk at the Aura park tonight, maybe he'll come, maybe he won't. Who knows?"

Timmy extended his hand, palm up and open. Even though the rest of his body wouldn't stay still, quivering like a leaf in the wind with anticipation, his palm was steady as a rock. "Can I have my coffee back now?"

BJ paused, as if he had forgotten that it was in his hand in the first place, and wordlessly placed the pack in his hands. BJ gave him a slow nod and began walking, shrimp-in-tow. His clunky boots made a quiet _{thumpthumpthump} as he stepped, stopping abruptly after a few seconds.
"We're on a Merry-Go-Round, Tim. If Gary doesn't get off, everyone else will."

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It was the worst kind of weather. Hot and wet. Sunday morning churchgoers' hair curled itself out of fashion, clothes quickly became unbearably moist, and neither a cold drink or hot drink would really be of any comfort. It was dank and swampy, and the only pleasant thing to do would be to stay inside.

Fortunately for Gary, he was very inside. His curtains were drawn, the lights were off, and the door was shut, locked, and chained. The apartment didn't have anything huge enough to put in front of the windows, but that would've drawn unnecessary attention to his location anyway, so he was as safe as he could be. He currently sat hunched over a toilet seat, newspaper in one hand and a phone in the other, trousers to his ankles.
That's right, a goddamn newspaper. Gary wasn't some young punk in a fucking gorilla suit, and he didn't read comic books and play dress-up to be 'with it' or whatever kids called cool these days. He was a grown-ass fourty-three, his blonde hair had already started to creep up his forehead, his eyes had formed bags, and the only thing that remained appealing about him was his well-tanned skin and well-done dental work. He wore a short-sleeved magenta polo shirt, white shorts, and hair slicked back.

"Yeah? Yeah, I know."

He leaned awkwardly to the right, struggling to keep the phone's stretching cord coming through the door connected. He grimaced, and tossed the newspaper to the floor with a grunt. "Alright, I'll see him there, and I'll bring a dozen big ugly motherfuckers with me."

He paused for a moment, before laughing at whatever the other person on the phone said. It was a long, loud, overly-eager laugh you'd find in abundance considering the neighborhood's cocaine problem. "I'm gonna tear his fucking heart out, you hear me? I'm gonna tear his heart out, and I'll fuck his heart, I don't give a fuck. I'll go to the beat of his pulse and everything." He laughed again, grabbing the roll of toilet paper in front of the sink to his side. "Alright, talk to you later. Ciao."

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The Bombers

BJ the Goat - @Deadbeatwalking
BJ is one of the quieter members of The Bombers, who's role is about a minimum until people need killing. He carries a rock hammer in his back pocket wherever he goes, and is known for, aside from his brutal killings, smelling really nice. His role is an Assassin.

Maxim the Husky - @The Scotsman
The honorbound and occasionally strict workhorse of the group, Maxim struggles between his sense of morals and sense of loyalty, where both are extraordinarily strong. Enforcing the law of the land to those outside of his gang and within, his role is that of an Enforcer.

Matteo the Stag - @McHaggis
In a list of people who know where and why they are, Matteo is at the bottom. Formerly a dean's list church-going townie, Matteo is finding himself caught up in a life he sees as romantic one day, and sinful the next. His most frequent role is a Scout.

Jimmy Breeze the Frog - @Sabotage
Tall, pale, and muscular, Jimmy's well known for being elusive and distancing himself when things become too "real". He's a chill idealistic with a knack for smooth words and judging his surroundings. Jimmy's role in the gang is a Bruiser.

Noise the Raccoon - @Rekaigan
Abrasive and too the point, Noise doesn't see the need to speak unnecessarily. Logical and kind, she's been known to give advice and remain nonjudgmental. Despite being an able bodied fighter, Her role in the gang is best placed as a Negotiator.

Regina the Fox - @MoiraEL
Popular and wealthy, Gina's a bit on the softer side with her love of kids, cats, and charms. At least you might think as such until you meet the wrong end of an iron first. A little iffy on the rules, Gina's most frequent role in the gang is Brawler.

Arin the Lizard - @CaptainCaptcha
Chill and good humored, Arin has a tendency to lose his temper and shows difficulty trusting others. A daring risk-taker, he tends to turn his back on worry and the gravity of situations. His role in the gang stems from his skills as a Brawler.

Cole the Cat - @DjAtomika
Tall, Dark, and Loyal, Cole also exhibits kindness especially when reaching out to others just in case they need somebody to talk to. Quick and Stealthy, Cole knows the streets well to see trouble coming. His primary role in the gang is a Runner.

The Razors

Sammy the Panther - @NuttsnBolts
Having spiraled from living a life of freedom with her sister to a life of chaos with her gang, Sammy now lives a life ruled by self-destructive violence. Her sneaky nature and set of tools make her role in the gang that of a Thief.

Apollo the Wolf- @Kalas
The fast-talking, free-wheeling son of a wise guy, Apollo lives a life of wanton violence and hedonism. Fortunately for him, he's alive in California during the 80's, so he's in the right place for both. His role in the gang is a Negotiator.

Sybille the Sugar Glider - @Esoteric
Rising in the groups ranks with networking and drug-dealing to make up for her unintimidating size and stature, Sybille uses information she's gathered to move in the sidelines. Her role in the group is a Drug-Dealer.

Skav the Crow - @Liriia
A walking mystery and longtime fan of The Good Book, Skav's motivation for joining the Razors is a well kept secret. Despite drowning in apathy, Skav holds honesty in high esteem. Skav's role within the gang is a Scout.

Blue the Snake - @murdoc
Inheriting the drug fueled lifestyles of his family despite and left to work the streets after the death of his brother, Blue's found himself involved with the Razors perhaps by chance. His role in the gang is that of a Drug-Dealer.

Timmy the Tiger - @Roosan
Adrenaline junkie and local health food enthusiast, Timmy is always looking for his next fix. Whether it be drugs, fast cars, or fights, Timmy is constantly twitching with energy you'd guess would be fueled by Espresso and Adderall. Determined to always achieve that next high, Timmy's role in the gang is an Enforcer.

Amanda the Panda - @Undine
Affiliated with the group since birth through her parents, Amanda's practically been raised to be a Razor, if only by default. Largely uninvolved in the gang lifestyle, this sarcastic and playful girl knows how to move in the shadows best. Her role in the gang is an Assassin.

Jay the Fox - @jaybreezy
Jay is a manipulating, shit-talking, and cocky Razor who's quick to avenge a fallen member. He also hates seeing innocent women and children getting hurt. Smart and Charismatic, if a bit hot-headed, his most notable role in the gang is that of a Driver.

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_{Welcome to the jungle, it gets worse here everyday
You learn to live like an animal in the jungle where we play
If you got a hunger for what you see you'll take it eventually
You can have everything you want but you better not take it from me}

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_{"A man's got to have a code, a creed to live by, no matter his job."}

The evil you know is very often better than the evil you don't, and this old saying rings true in San Marzano. Bombers Social Club, more commonly known simply as The Bombers, are a gang that covers a large portion of East and South San Marzano. Founded roughly thirty-five years ago to keep Cuban, Puerto Rican and Italian immigrants and their businesses protected, The Bombers have gone through two major changes -- They have evolved (Or some might argue, devolved) from a mafia-styled organization to a street gang, and they have branched off to include Bombers MC, a motorcycle-based sect of the gang.

They are Lawful Evil, and operate on a criminal code that has largely stayed the same throughout their existence. The "Four Golden Rules" are; No Women or children, No Drugs, No Sex, and No Cops. No women or children is the age-old rule against killing women or children, or more specifically a victim's family, No Drugs is the gang's rule against selling heroin or crack, which they had deemed too destructive,No Sex is the gang's rule against engaging in prostitution, pimping, or rape, and No Cops is a shorter and less catchy version of "Snitches get Stitches". Loyalty and Honor are important features.

The Bombers are known for favoring Blunt Weapons such as bats, brass knuckles, pool cues, and canes. Most prefer Motorcycles rather than cars, and favor Heavy Metal and Punk Rock styles. With the recent trend in animal masks, many members have chosen Plain Animals. Their headquarters is an Abandoned Factory, and their color is Blue. They view The Razors as bloodthirsty thugs and low-class.

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_{"There is no good and evil. There is only power, and those too weak to seek it."}

Sometimes you meet a bastard, but sometimes you meet a fucking bastard. Of the two, The 33rd St Razors are very much in the second category. More commonly called The Razors, this gang was brought to San Marzano by Jimmy "The Razor" Lewis and four friends he had met in prison twelve years ago. Though their leader has been serving the beginning of a life sentence for the past eight years, his gang still has a healthy following. Having lost their leader shortly after forming, the gang is largely Chaotic Evil, and operates without a leader or laws. Instead of a code of conduct, the only rule of The Razors is that they do not betray one another. Other than that, Anything Goes is their unofficial motto, and is scribbled in tattoos on the bodies of many members, along with the number 3.

They are known for favoring Bladed Weapons such as knives, machetes, and bottles, and frequently drive tricked-out Sportscars. Many members favor Hip-Hop and New Wave styles, and with the recent trend of latex masks, Exotic Animals. Their turf is North and West San Marzano, and their headquarters is a very extorted nightclub named The Grotto. Many members sell drugs from The Grotto, as it is a safe spot for The Razors at all times, and the atmosphere is always a means to attract new members. Their color is Pink. They view The Bombers as outdated and stuck-up.

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DeadBeatWalking's character theme. Feel the drama!

Well aren't you our own little Hemingway?

@The Scotsman

Only in that I smell like whiskey and have like two friends.

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First we had Kavinsky, then we had Chromatics, and now we have Perturbator. What is this, Synthwave 101? Love the taste though guys. Expecting some Miami Nights or Anoraak next or else I'll be thoroughly disappointed.

@The Scotsman

Prepare to be thoroughly disappointed by my character's theme.

Anyway, the OP is pretty much what the OOC will look like, just working on the setting now. Check out those MAD LITERARY THEMEZ, YO.
Learn them. Live them. Love them.

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What is this sleep you speak of?

@NuttsnBolts

You don't get to talk about missing sleep, it's reasonable to be awake in Australia at 3 AM. You could be fighting one of your many natural predators, or roasting shrimp, or throwing boomerangs, or any of the other many Australian activities!

Hotline Miami/The Warriors Inspired Gang RP

Swell! Check out the updated OP here!