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First IC post up and it should lead into possible interaction between Polly and Nick. :D I think. I don't know.
Nick
Smoke filled the air...
Nick bellowed out a loud cough and pounded the palm-facing portion of his fist into his chest as he expelled what smoke was left in his lungs. His entire apartment had smoke that was as thick as downtown Detroit, albeit this smoke only took an hour or so to accumulate. The television was on, but being ignored - everyone had their T.V.'s generally tuned to the news, especially recently with the crazy-as-fuck events that had been unfolding. Nick, although following the trend, rarely paid attention to its details. Mostly because he refused to accept such a gruesome reality, but also because he didn't want any fuel for a conversation at work - that included religion, politics and the tragedies on the news.
It was about an hour, give or take ten minutes, until Nick started his shift at his newest job: guest service management at a local McDonald's. In addition to overseeing the service crew, he also dealt with all the fuck-up orders and douchebags that insisted their food was wrong when it wasn't. This go around, Nick had a lot of just plain annoying shit to deal with, and moreover annoying people. If it wasn't the customers, it was the ingrates for employees that worked evening shifts: teenagers. With that in mind, Nick did what Nick does best... get high. Really high. So high that when Pink, his companion, shared his feelings with him, Nick was just inebriated enough to have a full-term conversation with her.
As a matter of fact, it was this capability that led Nick to where he was now. It was only a few days prior that Nick was in the states, working as a secretary for a computer repair shop, that he began feeling these weird sensations. Considering the amplitude of drugs Nick done in his lifetime, he took no real notation of it and went on his business smoking pot and answering phones. After his shift, however, Nick had this odd urge to just trek into the woodlands of North Dakota - his previous state of employment - and get some fresh air. It wasn't long before Nick ran into the porcupine he now knows as Pink, but that's a slightly more enthralling story.
Although Pink has no greater intelligence or sentience than a common house cat at this point, Nick treats her as if she's another person, and arguably their deep connection makes it so. When Nick found Pink, she was scared in the wilderness; she was just involved in an intricate hunt where her quills were her only salvation. Nick, possibly because he had just smoked a roach joint after leaving work or possibly because he was so enthralled by his instinct, attempted to pet the porcupine, ultimately being stabbed by one of her quills. Nick went through various stages of hallucination, but at the same time Pink stayed by his side and tried to comfort him. This was the first step of their bonding.
As Nick and his condition grew worse, he saw flashbacks of his father screaming and beating his mother. Simultaneously, Pink saw these images, too. Nick was flooded with a new perspective, as if seeing through eyes not his own. He saw how just a few hours old, Pink was thrust from her litter with just enough feeding to survive. Forced to chew on pine needles and surviving only by following her mother at a distance, Nick relived what it was like to feel fear without complex thought. Then, at the epitome of his fever deluge, his intense rage and subsequent depression of never being accepted by his father and self-guilt for the whorish depravity of his mother was shared by Pink whom may not have fully understood, but somehow felt the same empathy that Nick felt for her.
Nick woke up hours later, the quill removed from his hand and with Pink curled up next to him. Although it seemed like a nightmare at first, Nick could feel himself tethered to pink, and ultimately laid with her 'til she woke. When she did, it was as if the rodent was more akin to a pet canine as she laid down her quills and nuzzled into Nick. Nick took her home and named her Pink, mostly because it was spelled similar to porcupine.A single, feverish moment between man and beast and brink of death brought these two beings together, and the bond that formed was deep enough that both could understand perspectives that alone they could not.
As Nick and his condition grew worse, he saw flashbacks of his father screaming and beating his mother. Simultaneously, Pink saw these images, too. Nick was flooded with a new perspective, as if seeing through eyes not his own. He saw how just a few hours old, Pink was thrust from her litter with just enough feeding to survive. Forced to chew on pine needles and surviving only by following her mother at a distance, Nick relived what it was like to feel fear without complex thought. Then, at the epitome of his fever deluge, his intense rage and subsequent depression of never being accepted by his father and self-guilt for the whorish depravity of his mother was shared by Pink whom may not have fully understood, but somehow felt the same empathy that Nick felt for her.
Nick woke up hours later, the quill removed from his hand and with Pink curled up next to him. Although it seemed like a nightmare at first, Nick could feel himself tethered to pink, and ultimately laid with her 'til she woke. When she did, it was as if the rodent was more akin to a pet canine as she laid down her quills and nuzzled into Nick. Nick took her home and named her Pink, mostly because it was spelled similar to porcupine.A single, feverish moment between man and beast and brink of death brought these two beings together, and the bond that formed was deep enough that both could understand perspectives that alone they could not.
It seemed rather simple, but upon his first instance of toking it up with Pink, both went through an incredible journey. They reconnected on an incredible level, sharing basic instincts and essentially rebounding over the inebriated state of the other. Pink was granted another notion, however. Pink, for whatever reason, had the sheer instinct to flee. Not out of fear, but out of necessity. It could not be explained in the same reason a goose could not tell you why it migrates; it just does. Nick felt this desire and did what he did best; looked for somewhere new. After trying several avenues, he found that the best method was simply to let Pink watch him over his shoulder as he went through Google maps, and eventually picked out the place he wanted: Calgary, Alberta.
From there, it was as simple as any other job. Call in with an amazing resume, get the job, move. He started work in two days, and that was that. Since then, Nick is on his second day as management at the specific McDonald's in Calgary, and has outshone most other manager there... while high as fuck. This leads us to where we are now; Nick sitting beside Pink, petting her gently while they both watch the news. Aware of his powers, Nick swirls the air with his finger, creating intricate rings of smoke that he assumes he does out of sheer practice and since he's a badass, 'cause that's what stoners think about smoke tricks. Little does he actually realize he's manipulating the smoke, and it's essentially been that way for every other application of his new found powers.
After his shower and change into clothing, Nick made his way to work, sullenly leaving Pink at home on her favorite channel: National Geo. It was an early morning for him since he came in at the first shift after the nighttime break down, meaning lobby had to be opened up. He had to set up the registers, tell the opening workers where to go, and essentially lead the team for a little while since mornings were always slightly understaffed. What he didn't realize is that this was the true application of his power. Not just his element, not wind, but his leadership. Every person he came in contact with that morning was bonded together just a little bit and as a whole that McDonald's worked slightly more efficient. It wasn't a whole lot, but in combination with his experience it was enough to make him excel further than some more veteran managers on his second day alone.
It was brief. Incredibly brief. Sitting in the manager's office in an attempt to get over the odd anxiety that he felt - which was completely alien to him - Nick felt as if what he had been waiting for was soon to arrive. It was instinct. He glanced over the cameras, but was specifically drawn to one of them by a force that seemed to silence the murmurs of worry and concern in his mind. Nick watched as a red sedan passed his camera, and knew by pure instinct something was important about it.
Nick was overcome with panic. The car didn't stop at a window. The car didn't make an order. This red sedan that for a brief moment integrated itself with Nick's very subconscious just seemed to keep going. What he felt was an overwhelming relief when the car slowed and stopped at the dumpsters, which to his luck had their own set of close-up cameras to deter vandals and thiefs. As soon as she stepped out of the car alongside her friend to throw something into the dumpster - which was not permitted, although at the moment he didn't care - he fixed his gaze on one of them, and knew. He knew that whoever it was - whoever she was - must have been one of the driving forces as to why Pink led him to this place.
What happened next only cemented in this belief. A large scene outside involving what appeared to be a man defending a wild cat caused a small crowd to form in the parking lot, which Nick followed on screen. He rushed out to the lobby to watch through the large glass windows and the blond girl again, a rabbit, a wildcat, her friend and a McDonald's employee. Instinct drew Nick to look at his nametag which read Nikhil - an action Nick normally would not have had the cunning to commit.
The events that transpired next were mostly a blur. The other two managers, one being his 'trainer' and the other being the present day-shift general manager essentially told him procedure was to stay inside, while the grill manager was taking part in the scene outside. The red sedan he saw on screen quickly pulled a move straight out of an action flick and ultimately led to the get-a-way of the blond, Nikhil and the friend, as well as the rabbit and the wildcat.
The rest of the day was crazy. Local news showed up, the video of them all was given to the news crew in favor for an interview with the 'milkshake man' and Nick was left with little training that day (although he didn't really need it) and a migraine (unknowingly caused by the emotional distress of the crew that was pouring in on him) . Nick pressed on through the day and, with what ingenuity he had, acquired Nikhil's cell number from his employee file.
His shift ended at 2 PM; training days were shorter than regular shifts. As he drove home, he felt immediate relief from the headache that had plagued him while at McDonald's, and with that clarity (and somewhat sobriety, as he hadn't smoked recently) he remembered the number, and surmised he could find the connection between all of this. It crossed his mind that those people might be fugitives. It also went through some level of processing that he had no idea why he was doing what he did. In opposition to the normal rides home that left his car full of smoke and wonder that he could drive at all, this one was full of thought and contemplation.
Once at home and in the comforting pressence of Pink the decision to text Nikhil's number seemed much easier. It was as if the pressence of Pink made it easier for Nick to give in to the somewhat illogical, mostly instinctual method of thinking that he was beginning to develop. It was an oddity considering normally he sacrificed his sound mind through the use of drugs and as of late he had been doing so slightly less as his instincts were doing the real work for him. After loading his bong, it was set. He would text Nikhil and see where it went:
2:14 PM: Yo nikhil im nick. i got an animal too man. wtf is up
Nikhil's head was still reeling from the quick escape they had made.
He had managed to convince the girls to stop at his house so he could grab some clothes before they ditched town. They were clearly ditching town, it was the only obvious decision he had made in what felt like months, but was really more like the past three days.
The girls were sitting awkwardly in his kitchen as he packed, he barely knew their names and there they were in his filthy bachelor-pad living room sitting on the only peice of realy furniture he owned...He'd just abandoned them there to give himself a second to breathe, to think things through.
Now, as he frantically stuffed clothes in a travel bag Nihkil felt his phone vibrate. Guessing it was one of his friends he'd been working with he put off checking it for a few minutes, zipping the bag shut and then grabbing a second bag to fill with bathroom stuff.
He'd been locked in the bathroom for 15 minutes, both bags packed and at his feet as he perched on the edge of the tub, before he worked up enough courage to check the message.
2:14 PM: Yo nikhil im nick. i got an animal too man. wtf is up
Nikhil's head was still reeling from the quick escape they had made.
He had managed to convince the girls to stop at his house so he could grab some clothes before they ditched town. They were clearly ditching town, it was the only obvious decision he had made in what felt like months, but was really more like the past three days.
The girls were sitting awkwardly in his kitchen as he packed, he barely knew their names and there they were in his filthy bachelor-pad living room sitting on the only peice of realy furniture he owned...He'd just abandoned them there to give himself a second to breathe, to think things through.
Now, as he frantically stuffed clothes in a travel bag Nihkil felt his phone vibrate. Guessing it was one of his friends he'd been working with he put off checking it for a few minutes, zipping the bag shut and then grabbing a second bag to fill with bathroom stuff.
He'd been locked in the bathroom for 15 minutes, both bags packed and at his feet as he perched on the edge of the tub, before he worked up enough courage to check the message.
2:14 PM: Yo nikhil im nick. i got an animal too man. wtf is up
It wasn't from any of the staff he'd have guessed, it was the new guy. The brand new manager on his very first day. Nihkil exhaled loudly and ran his hand through his hair, ruffling it as he thought.
One of the regulars, an older guy who came by about once a week, had seen Nikhil's eyes the day before and handed him an address on a scrap of paper without a word. Outside of work Nikhil had been wearing sunglasses, but there was no way he could get away with that on the job. He'd accidentally made eye contact with the old guy, and something had shifted in the other man's posture. Nikhil had mumbled something about contacts, but he knew it wasn't remotely believable, especially to a guy who'd seen him regularly for the past year and hadn't ever seen him wear anything even remotely 'odd' or 'outside of the norm'.
Nikhil fingered the paper as he considered what to do. He wasn't going back to the McDonalds, no way. But if the guy could get himself to the address...
2:41 PM: Hey. How do I know ur not lying?
2:53 PM: [MMS: Selfie of Nick and Pink.] her name is pink bro
2:55 PM: OK
2:55 PM: We can't get you
2:56 PM: We're going here
2:57 PM: Lat: 50.630986 Long: -115.140613
3:01 PM: I can be there i dont work tomm. u 420 friendly?
3:03 PM: Dude, if you're coming you won't need to worry about work. I dunno about the 420 thing, but since we'll be in the middle of the woods I don't think anyone will mind...as long as you don't burn the forest down.
3:07 PM: I doubt ill burn anything down bud haha see ya there
As insane as it seemed, Nick intended on leaving his job and his current station to essentially trek off into the wilderness to a place Google maps shown as an abandoned campground. Prior to packing his belongings, which were normally never completely unpacked anyway as he moved frequently, he called the McDonald's he worked for to tell them he would be unable to work under the conditions of their store and used the cougar scene as the foundation for his excuse. Considering just how batshit crazy the events of that day were, the General Manager of the store had no qualms with Nick leaving and offered his condolences for the events transpired. Pink, all the while, had been doing nothing more than feeding Nick encouragement through their connection. It may have just been her instinct just as it was Nick's when he was drawn to the blonde girl and Nikhil. Either way, it was essentially set. Nick loaded his 2008 Lincoln with his personal belongings (the only open seat was the passenger's side) and set off to the coordinates via GPS. With that last note, he sent a final text to Nikhil:
Ian Nicholas McKinlen | "Nick" | M | 23
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Personality.
Nick is a completely unreliable, unsteady individual that has spent most of his life jumping from town to town and even state to state working small menial jobs, blowing his money on a cheap apartment, booze and weed, hooking up a few times, then leaving as soon as things got to hot for him. He repeats his process several times a year, even replacing his phone and only ever using a select few people as references and previous employers. Nick essentially works the system, and doing so has allotted him a life of working menial, 40-hour-a-week jobs and sleeping with a few dozen women. Most of his attitude is due to his absentee father that not only wanted nothing to do with him, but in the few interactions he had with him often called Nick what ruined his life. His mother fell into a drunken stupor for similar reasons, ultimately leaving Nick to drop out of school only to later attain a G.E.D., party hard and eventually take up his vagabond life in an attempt to escape from commitment and stagnancy. Unless you have moral implications with his lifestyle, Nick is relatively easy to get along with. He has no real prejudices towards anyone and a common quote of his is, "I'll smoke with anybody."
History.
As previously stated, Nick comes from a terrible home and terrible childhood. His mother was a pleasant, fair woman from Colorado while his father was an ill-tempered Irishman from Kansas. As is the case of young rogues, one night with Nick's mother led to his conception. His father, Earl McKinlen, attempted the fatherly life fora few years, but ultimately tossed it aside as he couldn't bare being tied down and supporting a family while barely having enough money to drink. Just as Nick was growing old enough to actually understand the dynamic between his parents, his father abruptly left after several instances of both physical and verbal abuse to him and his mother, leaving permanent psychological scars on Nick.
Later in life, Nick watched as his mother could barely support them through a waitressing job and his grades were always poor in school, despite decent potential to be a B student. As Nick hit adolescence, he watched and was enveloped by his mother's despair whom at this point had taken up the bottle and multiple men, originally trying to find a father for Nick and ultimately just falling into what pleasure she could take from the moments. Nick reflected that attitude with youthful promiscuity and an early outlook on partying and drugs. Ultimately, when Nick was of age, he took up a job of his own and somehow always managed to get by, and perform well at the workplace.
Years went by after Nick originally left his mother, his past and his home town, but not much had changed. Despite moving across the north-central United States, he always fell back into the same habits: save up some money, repair his car, then party with whoever, minors included. Nick, with what ingenuity he had, left great impressions on a few people whom were always willing to give him a good character check for job interviews, as long as he cycled them out, and had set up jobs where he excelled solely to later use them as job references. Nick has set up a system to waste his life, and has no real reason to stop now.
Later in life, Nick watched as his mother could barely support them through a waitressing job and his grades were always poor in school, despite decent potential to be a B student. As Nick hit adolescence, he watched and was enveloped by his mother's despair whom at this point had taken up the bottle and multiple men, originally trying to find a father for Nick and ultimately just falling into what pleasure she could take from the moments. Nick reflected that attitude with youthful promiscuity and an early outlook on partying and drugs. Ultimately, when Nick was of age, he took up a job of his own and somehow always managed to get by, and perform well at the workplace.
Years went by after Nick originally left his mother, his past and his home town, but not much had changed. Despite moving across the north-central United States, he always fell back into the same habits: save up some money, repair his car, then party with whoever, minors included. Nick, with what ingenuity he had, left great impressions on a few people whom were always willing to give him a good character check for job interviews, as long as he cycled them out, and had set up jobs where he excelled solely to later use them as job references. Nick has set up a system to waste his life, and has no real reason to stop now.
[ Wind 2 | Earth 1 | Water 1 | Fire 0 | Strength 3 | Channeling 5 | Healing: 4 | Element: 1 ]
Nick specializes in 'networking' people. Through mind-melding, shields and transference of energy, Nick can support an entire group, but is relatively weak on his own. He is not specifically strong in any one area as he has a connection with three of the four elements, but he uses this to his advantage as he is capable of assisting 3/4ths of all other magic users due to sharing their affinity, if only slightly. The only element he can use offensively is Wind.
[North American Porcupine (Erethizon dorsatum)]
Information.
The porcupine bonded to Nick will only be about a year old. They are generally capable of living on their own at three months and are essentially fully matured, yet still quite young at that age. The porcupine to bond with Nick will share the similar trait of solidarity as he has. The runt of a little, he was removed by his mother and ultimately survived by living off the scraps of his former family. Upon later maturity, he prospered on his own with his own ingenuity, and the simple fact few predators want to fuck with a porcupine. Nick and his bonded animal both share the similar trait of being excluded from or at the very least not fitting into their familial niche and eventually learning to survive on their own, even from a relatively young age. Both of them have overcome, or at least faced, some time of unfair adversity, and survived through it, and that will be the binding factor between the two, 'cause Magic.
Ian Nicholas McKinlen | "Nick" | M | 23
Theme
Personality.
Nick is a completely unreliable, unsteady individual that has spent most of his life jumping from town to town and even state to state working small menial jobs, blowing his money on a cheap apartment, booze and weed, hooking up a few times, then leaving as soon as things got to hot for him. He repeats his process several times a year, even replacing his phone and only ever using a select few people as references and previous employers. Nick essentially works the system, and doing so has allotted him a life of working menial, 40-hour-a-week jobs and sleeping with a few dozen women. Most of his attitude is due to his absentee father that not only wanted nothing to do with him, but in the few interactions he had with him often called Nick what ruined his life. His mother fell into a drunken stupor for similar reasons, ultimately leaving Nick to drop out of school only to later attain a G.E.D., party hard and eventually take up his vagabond life in an attempt to escape from commitment and stagnancy. Unless you have moral implications with his lifestyle, Nick is relatively easy to get along with. He has no real prejudices towards anyone and a common quote of his is, "I'll smoke with anybody."
History.
As previously stated, Nick comes from a terrible home and terrible childhood. His mother was a pleasant, fair woman from Colorado while his father was an ill-tempered Irishman from Kansas. As is the case of young rogues, one night with Nick's mother led to his conception. His father, Earl McKinlen, attempted the fatherly life fora few years, but ultimately tossed it aside as he couldn't bare being tied down and supporting a family while barely having enough money to drink. Just as Nick was growing old enough to actually understand the dynamic between his parents, his father abruptly left after several instances of both physical and verbal abuse to him and his mother, leaving permanent psychological scars on Nick.
Later in life, Nick watched as his mother could barely support them through a waitressing job and his grades were always poor in school, despite decent potential to be a B student. As Nick hit adolescence, he watched and was enveloped by his mother's despair whom at this point had taken up the bottle and multiple men, originally trying to find a father for Nick and ultimately just falling into what pleasure she could take from the moments. Nick reflected that attitude with youthful promiscuity and an early outlook on partying and drugs. Ultimately, when Nick was of age, he took up a job of his own and somehow always managed to get by, and perform well at the workplace.
Years went by after Nick originally left his mother, his past and his home town, but not much had changed. Despite moving across the north-central United States, he always fell back into the same habits: save up some money, repair his car, then party with whoever, minors included. Nick, with what ingenuity he had, left great impressions on a few people whom were always willing to give him a good character check for job interviews, as long as he cycled them out, and had set up jobs where he excelled solely to later use them as job references. Nick has set up a system to waste his life, and has no real reason to stop now.
Later in life, Nick watched as his mother could barely support them through a waitressing job and his grades were always poor in school, despite decent potential to be a B student. As Nick hit adolescence, he watched and was enveloped by his mother's despair whom at this point had taken up the bottle and multiple men, originally trying to find a father for Nick and ultimately just falling into what pleasure she could take from the moments. Nick reflected that attitude with youthful promiscuity and an early outlook on partying and drugs. Ultimately, when Nick was of age, he took up a job of his own and somehow always managed to get by, and perform well at the workplace.
Years went by after Nick originally left his mother, his past and his home town, but not much had changed. Despite moving across the north-central United States, he always fell back into the same habits: save up some money, repair his car, then party with whoever, minors included. Nick, with what ingenuity he had, left great impressions on a few people whom were always willing to give him a good character check for job interviews, as long as he cycled them out, and had set up jobs where he excelled solely to later use them as job references. Nick has set up a system to waste his life, and has no real reason to stop now.
Note: Nick can be anywhere in terms of which state. Simply choose which one would be best-fitting.
Elements/Affinity.
Wind 2 | Earth 1 | Water 1
Nick specializes in 'networking' people. Through mind-melding, shields and transference of energy, Nick can support an entire group, but is relatively weak on his own. He is not specifically strong in any one area as he has a connection with three of the four elements, but he uses this to his advantage as he is capable of assisting 3/4ths of all other magic users due to sharing their affinity, if only slightly. The only element he can use offensively is Wind.
Nick specializes in 'networking' people. Through mind-melding, shields and transference of energy, Nick can support an entire group, but is relatively weak on his own. He is not specifically strong in any one area as he has a connection with three of the four elements, but he uses this to his advantage as he is capable of assisting 3/4ths of all other magic users due to sharing their affinity, if only slightly. The only element he can use offensively is Wind.
[North American Porcupine (Erethizon dorsatum)]
Information.
The porcupine bonded to Nick will only be about a year old. They are generally capable of living on their own at three months and are essentially fully matured, yet still quite young at that age. The porcupine to bond with Nick will share the similar trait of solidarity as he has. The runt of a little, he was removed by his mother and ultimately survived by living off the scraps of his former family. Upon later maturity, he prospered on his own with his own ingenuity, and the simple fact few predators want to fuck with a porcupine. Nick and his bonded animal both share the similar trait of being excluded from or at the very least not fitting into their familial niche and eventually learning to survive on their own, even from a relatively young age. Both of them have overcome, or at least faced, some time of unfair adversity, and survived through it, and that will be the binding factor between the two, 'cause Magic.
Again, greatly unfortunate. I was willing to go to relatively great lengths to join this. If you ever do change your mind, please do inform me. The character I created was wrote on spot solely for this roleplay, and I can work with him to fit just about anywhere need be. I don't generally take on projects that aren't my own, so my interest is rarely split. Anyway, thank you for you time and consideration.
How unfortunate. That character was so eloquently put together as well. Strong theme, good history, several background ties. I would suggest reading him and looking for a decent sub-plot.
Edit: Although full, why not have an ally? Maybe not a cardinal sin, but Vengeance could be a great addition. I could easily convert Prence to such.
Edit: Although full, why not have an ally? Maybe not a cardinal sin, but Vengeance could be a great addition. I could easily convert Prence to such.
Prence said "All things in this world, no matter how complex, can be summed up in a single sentence. For instance, I'm fuckin' awesome. / So, I suggest you get to summin' up what happened 'fore I put a bullet in your brain."
Vincent "Prence" Prencetti | M | 20
History.
Vincent "Vinny" Prencetti was born into a once-prominent, Italian street gang within NYC. As proud as any other New Yorker about their heritage, stories from Vinny's youth were abundant with phrases like "Great gran'pa Ama was one of teh first to see Ellis Isle" and of course many references to the harsh times of that era. Alongside their heritage was a strong sense of familial bonds. Vinny and his brother, Alonzo, were inseparable, and that often came to their advantage once it was time for them to take their place on the streets. Vinny and Alonzo started young with minor thefts, but their family tended to quickly escalate to murder and drug trafficking. Everything escalated quickly actually; these were the fast-paced streets of the Big Apple, and if you didn't keep up, you died.
The Prencetti family was truly a small gang, but it was part of a bigger syndicate that rumored to exist as far back as prohibition with Al Capone. That said, the Prencettis were often called upon for seemingly random requests, and expected to abide by them. This never was a problem; no Prencetti was afraid to gun down anyone. Alonzo, being the older brother, wasn't above beating someone into the ground, if not just plain beating them to death. Vinny, younger, was often forced by circumstance simply to gun down anyone he needed, as he was smaller and less aggressive than his brother. This ultimately resulted in Vinny having a distaste for actually using his fists, and a notable proficiency with handguns.
Their life was undoubtedly lavish for some time. Alonzo, despite already fathering a kid with another on the way, lived up his life with Vinny; they partied hard, indulging in women, drugs and at times crime sprees for no real reason. They were known cop killers, meaning that few were willing to even attempt to stop them. That was, until, the kickstart of the larger gang wars within NYC. The Prencettis had a small empire that had lasted nearly a century in NYC - at least to their locality - and it was dissolved in a few weeks. There was no asking, "Who done it?" either as it was not just one - it was the fault of several gangs fighting over the territory. In resistance, Alonzo was shot down, forcing Vinny to watch as he could do nothing but hide from the larger gangs during their outbreak. He had no gun, no way to even fight back and no way to exact vengeance.
Alonzo told Vinny not to stop. It wasn't a dramatic scene from a movie, but it was there. They had nothing but their name, and in this case Vinny had taken up the name "little Prince" as he was treated like royalty due to being the youngest of his generation. Alonzo bled out, telling Vinny that it was better they died as Prencetti than forfeit to strange, alien gangs that had no claim to their streets. It was that thought that ignited the new mentality for Vinny. It was that thought that gave birth to he who would be Prence. His brother and his family died as Prencetti's, and even though a few of them were still around, the point stood that there was no life left as a Prencetti. There was no pride in death. So, Vinny decided not to die.
Like a phoenix, Vinny was reborn as Prence - merging his surname with his last nickname. He went through all the initiation rites of the gang that took over, and soon enough shot through it. Prence was cold, callous, vindictive and looked out for no one but himself. He made a name for himself not only by gunning down those who stood in his way, but by creating elaborate sub-gangs to manipulate any one target he couldn't take out with brute force. Lulled into false senses of security, any target to Prence was easily eliminated, and that put Prence at the top rings of a gang called Tri Righ. Tri Righ was an Irish gang of NYC whose racism created a glass ceiling for Prence, keeping him right where he was in power due to his Italian descent. Prence, however, was absolutely fine with where he was.
For almost a year, Prence partied on his glass ceiling, watching all those below him do his work while he did little more than indulge in drugs, sex and sin, most of all calling himself the Prince of Tri Righ. He took full credit for the creation of drug cartels and extortion rings that were bringing in several million a year to his gang, and had truly been doing very little to expand it. It was this attitude that was the bane of Prence as the true 'Kings' of Tri Righ found it time to eliminate Prence as a middle man. Prence, in a very convincing effort, was placed into what he thought would be a large expansion to his drug cartel, although the real motif for this was to have him killed off during a large gang war that was about to outbreak.
It was this gang war that left Prence exposed to the black gas that killed almost all of his close men, and left Prence considered dead. Prence lost his life as the Prince of Tri Righ that day, as they intended for him to be 'cut loose' from the event, but they had no clue what monsters would be created. . .
The Prencetti family was truly a small gang, but it was part of a bigger syndicate that rumored to exist as far back as prohibition with Al Capone. That said, the Prencettis were often called upon for seemingly random requests, and expected to abide by them. This never was a problem; no Prencetti was afraid to gun down anyone. Alonzo, being the older brother, wasn't above beating someone into the ground, if not just plain beating them to death. Vinny, younger, was often forced by circumstance simply to gun down anyone he needed, as he was smaller and less aggressive than his brother. This ultimately resulted in Vinny having a distaste for actually using his fists, and a notable proficiency with handguns.
Their life was undoubtedly lavish for some time. Alonzo, despite already fathering a kid with another on the way, lived up his life with Vinny; they partied hard, indulging in women, drugs and at times crime sprees for no real reason. They were known cop killers, meaning that few were willing to even attempt to stop them. That was, until, the kickstart of the larger gang wars within NYC. The Prencettis had a small empire that had lasted nearly a century in NYC - at least to their locality - and it was dissolved in a few weeks. There was no asking, "Who done it?" either as it was not just one - it was the fault of several gangs fighting over the territory. In resistance, Alonzo was shot down, forcing Vinny to watch as he could do nothing but hide from the larger gangs during their outbreak. He had no gun, no way to even fight back and no way to exact vengeance.
Alonzo told Vinny not to stop. It wasn't a dramatic scene from a movie, but it was there. They had nothing but their name, and in this case Vinny had taken up the name "little Prince" as he was treated like royalty due to being the youngest of his generation. Alonzo bled out, telling Vinny that it was better they died as Prencetti than forfeit to strange, alien gangs that had no claim to their streets. It was that thought that ignited the new mentality for Vinny. It was that thought that gave birth to he who would be Prence. His brother and his family died as Prencetti's, and even though a few of them were still around, the point stood that there was no life left as a Prencetti. There was no pride in death. So, Vinny decided not to die.
Like a phoenix, Vinny was reborn as Prence - merging his surname with his last nickname. He went through all the initiation rites of the gang that took over, and soon enough shot through it. Prence was cold, callous, vindictive and looked out for no one but himself. He made a name for himself not only by gunning down those who stood in his way, but by creating elaborate sub-gangs to manipulate any one target he couldn't take out with brute force. Lulled into false senses of security, any target to Prence was easily eliminated, and that put Prence at the top rings of a gang called Tri Righ. Tri Righ was an Irish gang of NYC whose racism created a glass ceiling for Prence, keeping him right where he was in power due to his Italian descent. Prence, however, was absolutely fine with where he was.
For almost a year, Prence partied on his glass ceiling, watching all those below him do his work while he did little more than indulge in drugs, sex and sin, most of all calling himself the Prince of Tri Righ. He took full credit for the creation of drug cartels and extortion rings that were bringing in several million a year to his gang, and had truly been doing very little to expand it. It was this attitude that was the bane of Prence as the true 'Kings' of Tri Righ found it time to eliminate Prence as a middle man. Prence, in a very convincing effort, was placed into what he thought would be a large expansion to his drug cartel, although the real motif for this was to have him killed off during a large gang war that was about to outbreak.
It was this gang war that left Prence exposed to the black gas that killed almost all of his close men, and left Prence considered dead. Prence lost his life as the Prince of Tri Righ that day, as they intended for him to be 'cut loose' from the event, but they had no clue what monsters would be created. . .
Personality.
Prence is an excessively arrogant individual that, due to his life events, internalizes his own pride until the moment he can safely seize it. Prence lives for that moment. That single moment when he can stretch out his hand and definitely claim victory over all others, even if there is not a single person whom cares - although at times Prence is just vindictive enough to make them. Although Prence suppresses it, he is still proud of his heritage and his roots in NYC; at times when questioned, he claims that his blood has been spilled on the streets for decades, and that he is part of them. The other side to Prence is his manipulative side. As stated, he waits for his time to seize victory and claim it over everyone. For that purpose, he often takes whatever role he needs to, doing whatever possible to reach that end result. Whether it is a friend or nor, Prence will find a way to secure superiority, whether he deserves so or not.
Abilities:
Prence is a talented manipulator skilled in rhetoric and verbose. In his youth, he showed proficiency with guitar, painting and oddly enough harmonica. He is excessively skilled in all three, and will debut such skills if the opportunity arises. Most of all, Prence is highly accurate with handguns of essentially all sorts - a skill picked up when he actually had to do his own dirty work.
Power.
Prence can manipulate kinetic energy for all sorts of purposes in all sorts of ways. The general rule is that the closer something is to Prence, the easier it is for him to manipulate. His most common use of this ability is the creation of a repulsar field that simple absorbs the kinetic energy off of any fast moving or heavy object, then adds it back to said object in the opposite direction. This field is active and automatic, but not applicable to slower moving objects. Prence also cannot 'sense' objects within it unless they are repulsed, thus most of his abilities either require spatial awareness, line of sight or touch. Prence can generate and amplify the kinetic force of objects to literally melt them or turn them into delayed explosives. He can also absorb the hit of any concussive force, even down to a punch. Prence uses his abilities mostly to keep himself from harm as the reality is he does not have the aggression to truly use the destructive forces of his abilities.
How you joined the sinners.
Prence originally intended on restarting a small gang, after learning of his powers, then attempting to systematically bring down Tri Righ. It was not until the attractive young "Sloth" intervened, promising him more if he were to use his talents and powers for her cause that he joined the sinners as Pride, whose true goal is to bring down Tri Righ for the sake of vengeance. Prence is not acting out of his pride in this case, but attempting to amend his 'bruised' pride from essentially being kicked out.
Personal Arc:
This is obvious and fairly effective. Prence wants to bring down Tri Righ, so his personal arc would be doing so. His moment of seizing power. His moment of not only restoring his pride, but restoring pride to the Prencetti's who were slaughtered by all those around him. Prence could seize power in a single moment, become the figure head and possibly even show the full potential of his powers if need be as this would be one of the few situations passionate enough for him to become aggressive. Such could also lead to progressing the Sinners as a whole by giving them large Gang Influence.
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