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The Spanish beauty irritated tone echoed off of the hard glass mirrors of the gym, impatience tracing her determined features. They'd been trying to complete this skill for hours, attempting it over and over again. When she watched her trainer do it things which seemed so easy. He slipped under her body so effortlessly, throwing her over his shoulder like it was nothing. Why couldn't she? They had previously been practicing to help her master this move.

"Okay, we'll try it again. This time take it slow," Esme nodded, and licked her lips to moisten the dry skin on her face. She took a moment to straighten out her shorts and recompose, sucking in a deep breath before raising her hands in the defensive stance and nodding in approval. Her master stepped forward, throwing a punch in slow motion. Esme shoved it away using the defensive portion of the skill before moving in for the offense. Her hand slid past his shoulder and over his shoulder blades until she felt his belt. In a matter of seconds she had grabbed onto it, and assumed the position perfectly: Her body under his in a parallel manner, back pressed up against his chest. The dark beauty was preparing to do the small, unsuccessfully hop that she'd been practicing for hours now when her trainer stopped her.

"Stop, stop, stop," He called out, tapping her side with his free arm. She let go of his belt willingly, but didn't move, thinking that maybe he would show her where to go from the position they were in. "Your legs are too far apart. It's dispersing your weight. You’ll never be able to use this throw with your footing like that." Esme looked down at her bare feet, and sighed.

Esmeralda loved to learn Sambo, but things such as this confused her. In Muy Thai she had been taught to always let her feet be apart in some manner, to maintain balance. If she brought her feet together such as he was suggesting then she would lose her footing, and he would fall on top of her – more than likely crushing her ribcage in the process. "Don't be afraid to lose your balance for a couple of seconds. Roll with the throw, you're not supposed to be left standing after this." Esme nodded and pulled herself out from under him so that she was standing straight up once more. Sambo reminded her of an odd combination between Brazillian jiu-jitsu, classic American kickboxing and Silat. She knew quite a bit about Silat, the style that she had trained with in Indonesia but as for American kickboxing, well, she knew very little about it. And Brazillian jiu-jitsu was a joke as far as the Spanish beauty was concerned. "Okay, let's start from the beginning. And we're going all the way this time. I'm tired of taking it slow." Her trainer nodded and smirked, resuming the stance that he had held earlier. And when he threw the punch, Esme was grateful that he had put all of his weight and power into it. That was the one thing she loved about her trainer – he didn't underestimate her.

Esme shoved the punch away with graceful accuracy, and turned quickly. Her back hit his body, and this time she put a bit more of a shove into it as her hand gripped his belt. This prepared her for the big jump, the one that would throw them both. This wasn't part of the technique, but rather a last minute addition thrown in there to help the girl out. And it worked. She placed her feet close together, six inches apart exactly, squared right under her hips, before straightened her bent knees with force, leaning forward and rolling on top of the trainer as she completely the throw. The achievement was met with a bright smile from Esme, something that was consistent with her mastering difficult tasks. Moments like this reminded her that sometimes prior knowledge of other martial arts was sometimes the opposite of helpful. "Okay," Esme said, breathless from excitement rather than physical demand. “Let’s do it about ten more times, and we will be done for the day." When they had first started their training with Sambo. Esme had let her trainer make the lesson plans, and schedule the conditioning.

They finished up for the afternoon with a three mile run through nearby park, followed by basic conditioning in the gym, and a thorough stretch. Tomorrow her trainer would be teaching her a few more throws, and then they could focus more on grappling.

Esmeralda grabbed her gym bag, and waved goodbye to her trainer before leaving the small small gym. She went straight to her lamborghini, beeping her car open and throwing her bag into the back seat before slamming it shut. Esme headed across the street to a nice hot spot where they served the best iced coffee with milk and cinnamon chip scones.

Esme entered the shop, she was greeted by the friendly owner and was seated by the back booth. Right now, was the moment to relax before heading back to the reality of her life.

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I will post the first intro soon!!

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Back to the basics
Full Name
Nick Smyth
What I go by
‘Ace’
Age
25
Birth Date
February 24
Sexuality
Straight

I’m the Information Broker, loyal and faithful to myself.

The Reflection in the Mirror
Height
6’2
Weight
90 kg
Eye Color
Green
Hair Color
Black
Identifying Marks
A thin scar cutting through his right eyebrow. A tattoo of four playing cards depicting an Ace of each suit on his chest above his heart. Never seen without his rings on, each bearing the design of a suit.

Weaponry & Skills
Standard Weapon
AMT Longslide
Skills
Nick is a charmer, a man of many words all dipped in silver. He believes he could sell ice to an eskimo. Others, know that he could.
Nick is also extremely well versed in technology, as his day job as an IT consultant would indicate.
He is also an incorrigible and skilled gambler and cheat.
Strengths
Quick witted, focused and manipulative. Nick is the last person you'd want targeting your secrets. He has no regret about breaching secrets.
Weaknesses
Nick is physically weak and unprepared to pull the trigger on someone.

Things I waste my Time With
Hobbies
Nick avidly and voraciously reads and games and gambles and womanizes.
Likes
Pretty women
Wine
Suits
Gambling
His black book
Dislike
Violence
Being uninformed

What I’m Really Like
Nick is charismatic, intelligent and manipulative. All the hallmarks of a swindler and con man. He tends to be deemed sociopathic by professionals and he doesn't deny it. Nick needs to be in control, he is unable to allow someone he deals with to know more than him. If he is on the lower end of the knowledge struggle, he will turn his intense drive and intellect towards changing that fact.

Outside of power struggles and his own neuroses, Nick is by all accounts a pleasant human to be associated with. He would have to be with his black book full of all the dealings that happen in the city between the legal and illegal members. The families all know his name and he thrives in the chaos.

All About My Past
Nick was born to a British stage actress and an American businessman. Raised in New York City itself, Nick found his flair for lying and manipulation at an early age. While his peers at school were still learning to fully form their letters, Nick instead found himself lying to his teachers for preferential treatment. A pulled pigtail at the right moment, a whisper about a boy smelling bad and his favorite, manipulating others to do his work. Of course, the sloppy lying of a 5-6 year old only got so far. Nick turned his mind back towards actually learning for a few years.

Until highschool happened. The rush of hormones, the need for attention became the undoing of the good model student Nick had been. Lies came back, manipulation became his way. In high school, everyone is trying to hide something and Nick knew how to get it. Thus began his little Black Book. Sordid secrets extended from his little domain into the real world, and Nick began to realize the sway he could have with his secrets. The rest of his life up until this point, as they say, history.

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Roll Call Guys!

@Musoka@FallenTrinity@czechmate46@tatszico@OfficerHeadbutt

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Back to the basics
Full Name
Alyosha Kadnikoff
What I go by
Thirty, or Thirty degrees. A nickname he earned from his associates, referring to his cold nature and uncaring attitude. Though young, he's been on and off the streets since he was thirteen, and so has a modest list of contacts. Will never answer to Alyosha.
Age
19
Birth Date
June 22
Sexuality
Claims to have a girlfriend, but never says much about her.
I’m the bartender/employee, loyal and faithful to whichever gangs need their money laundered, though he shows special considerations for the russians, out of respect for his heritage. A first-born american, Thirty feels obligated to honor his family's culture.

The Reflection in the Mirror
Height
6'2
Weight
180lbs
Eye Color
Grey-green
Hair Color
Dark brown
Identifying Marks
Has neck and arm tattoos. Black star tattoos on the left side of his neck, as well as a small split on his eyebrow which he supposedly got in a drunken street fight.

Weaponry & Skills
Knives and improvised weapons. He can use handguns and usually carries a .22 caliber black handgun when out and about on business. The bar has a standard stock of shotguns and a few black market items that come and go.
Standard Weapon
.22 caliber black handgun for the back pocket, 2inch switchblade knife for the front pocket. Some fighting skill, but will lose in most hand to hand combat situations.
Skills
Really good at staying aware of his environment and items that can be turned into weapons.
Strengths
Though he wont care about your personal issues and refuses to care about his own either, he gets the job done. He has small connections almost everywhere, so he's a good go-between even if it puts him in danger.
Weaknesses
He is too detatched sometimes and his resting-bitch face can piss people off pretty quick. Sometimes he drinks too much at celebrations and parties, leaving him wide open to attacks and dumb decisions.

Things I waste my Time With
Hobbies
hanging out with some of the smaller gangs to keep an ear out for gossip/work
Likes
Money, business, freedom, winter air.
Dislike
Emotions, crowds, smelly people.
What I’m Really Like
Don't let the constantly angry expression, rumors, and nickname fool you; Thirty does have a heart. Maybe it's a small heart, and maybe he wont let it get in the way of business, but it's there regardless. Generally Thirty doesn't talk much. His co-workers at the bar know he has parents from Belarus and that he can manage a few russian sentences, though horribly accented with American, but he never bothers to elaborate about himself. Rumor has it that once a friend broke down crying in front of him and Thirty punched him in the face for it. The ensuing fight earned Thirty his eyebrow scar and he wont say what the fight was about. He talks the most when discussing business.

All About My Past
Thirty is the only son to two Russian immigrants from the area now known as Belarus(they fled before Belarus became independent of Russia). It appears his mother died when he has young, and his relationship with his father is warm at its best and dangerous at its worst. This lead Thirty to start running away from home for long periods of time when he was thirteen, and he slowly started building his own street cred and reputation. Rumor has it his father used to be an active member of Obshina Bratva, but it seems his involvement has declined.
Currently, Thirty lives at his girlfriend's apartment. He dropped out of high school at 15, but got his GED at 17 under the pressure of his father. He works at the bar and as a go-between and enforcer-for-hire for the gangs/mafias.

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Back to the basics
Full Name
Isabella Lucrezia Esperanza Cardona
What I go by
La Santa
Age
18
Birth Date
December 25, 1997
Sexuality
Uncertain
I’m the Princess, loyal and faithful to Los Bustamante.

The Reflection in the Mirror
Height
5'5
Weight
124
Eye Color
Blue
Hair Color
Brown
Identifying Marks
Calluses on her fingers due to playing the violin. A barely visible birthmark size of a dime on her nape of her neck.

Weaponry & Skills
Standard Weapon
Spyderco Civilian
A very narrow Serrated blade which assists with reducing the weight but also makes it cut through leather, tough clothing, and the flesh beneath.
Skills
-Fluent in multiple language; Spanish, English, Latin, and Italian. Still learning more.
-Virtuoso Child; Violin, Singing, Piano, Cello, Viola. Learning the Harp.
-Art Prodigy Child
Strengths
The ability to put a smile on people's faces with either with her art or her sweet words.
Weaknesses
A bit native

Things I waste my Time With
Hobbies
-Playing and Writing Music.
-Performing out in Public.
-Sneaking off to see the beautiful city of New York.
-Volunteering in Animals Shelters, Food Banks, and Hospitals.
Likes
-Musicals, Broadway Shows, and Classical Music Festivals.
-Black Charcoal for Drawing.
-Sweets.
-Cats.
-Her Family.
Dislike
-Cannot stand the Gore.
-Dishonesty.
-Treated like a Child.
-Someone Harming another for their gain.

What I’m Really Like

Isabella is a sweet, nurturing individual that loves to help people whenever it is within her power to do so. Since she has been blessed with so much, she is constantly compelled with a strong urge to give back to the less fortunate. Isabella is rather confident in who she is currently. People often state that she walks with a soft, refined grace and dignity normally reserved for that of royal descent. Her stage presence and her overall demeanor has earned her the title “The Saint”. She has a naturally soft-spoken voice. Speaking loudly and screaming genuinely hurts her throat, which is why, even in heated moments, people seldom ever hear her scream. Isabella won't hesitate to stand up for what's right, mostly for the safety of others as opposed to herself. She is extremely compassionate and caring towards her family.

All About My Past

Even from a young age, Isabella Cardona saw the world through rose-tinted glasses. The young girl grew up around music and always been a big part of her life. She learned how to play piano when she was four and took singing lesson when she was five. She was raised on colored pencils, stuffed toys, screams of laughter that filled the house, and simple happiness. In her eyes, everything was perfect. Her parents were in love, wholeheartedly giving to their children with vigor and cheerfulness. Even if, her father often stayed out late due to work. Esmeralda Cardona was the perfect older sister; pretty, strong, and intelligent. Isabella never saw a wrong thing in the world. Her friends were honest and friendly, her teachers fair and respectable, her bullies misguided and lost. In little Isabella’s world, nothing could ever go wrong, and she liked it that way.There was a predictable pattern of how things played out, things would always end happily, this was fact for the youngest child of the Cardona family.

Then, her father pulled a gun out and shot a man in cold blood, and her world tipped upside down.

Visibly shaken, Isabella was told about her heritage as the daughter from a very powerful family. The rose-tinted glasses faded. She began to see the things she had missed before. Her father, returning home late at night with blood stains and bruised knuckles. Her mother, throwing lavish dinners and BBQ's to hide the truth. Her sister, managing the growing empire right beside her father. Her friends, spreading rumors behind her back and giggling at her every wrong turn. The "uncles" who she grew around with, were just her little protectors. Bad men, lurking and waiting to destroy the lives of the happy family. The world was not so perfect anymore, and as Isabella saw the world for what it truly was, she lost the part of herself that was rosy-cheeked and bright-eyed.

Perhaps it was this that prompted her to venture into the world of the Arts. As a High School student on her last year, she knew it is her goal to attend collage. Her parents yearn for the young Cardona to live a normal happy life, often sheltering her as much as they can from the family's business.

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@Ciphra That is fine love, you have pretty of time. It is the holidays.

Luan: The Threat of Origin

@Jerkchicken I hate when that happens.

@OtomostheCrazy It died love.

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@tatszico I am glad to hear that. Do not worry I will be doing a roll call after New Year's. Until then, have fun and party fucking hard or whatever.

@Musoka Now that would be fun.

@Teaistasty Thank you, love.

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@Teaistasty ah very nice. Since you are not certain at the moment you can work your way into the family and become an enforcer? Either way accepted love. Merry Christmas