Welcome to Billboardsville: an Action-y RP Interest Thread (Looking for Players; Inquire Within)

[Pm0n3y]

I'm probably gonna change that title if I can come up with something better. In the mean time, Welcome!

So I had this weirdly awesome dream like, a day ago. It was so great, that I immediately wrote down the details, and presented it as an idea to friends. They took an immediate liking to it, and pressed me about making it an official RP.

Here's the synopsis I wrote at 6:30 yesterday morning in a half awoken stupor:

"A once powerful family gang turns vigilante as the copless, chinatown-esque city of Billboardsville falls down around them. Granny (the gang's sassy, elderly leader) gets her daughter (the not-as-sassy, not-as-elderly Sonia) to find some grandkids and nieces and nephews and all their little friends to help with the cause.

She straps them with all the guns, ammo, melee weapons, drugs, and condoms these teenagers could want, and sends them out with a goal: take out the five gangs trying to take control of the city. You've got your typical Triad affair, with the Yakuza (and these two mostly fight each other then they do anyone else), Russians, Latin Kings ripoff, and you got your Bloods/Crips expy.

Serious, gritty tropes (as well as real life physics and crippling morality systems) get tossed to the wayside as wacky, high flying, rooty tooty point and shooty antics ensue. Did I mention all the sex, drugs, and rock n' roll is being done by our characters, these 12-grade-to-college-level teenagers? If I did, then this is me mentioning it again. Imagine Highschool of the Dead, but with less drama, more action, more fun, and more debauchery. Y'know, something that's crazy. Something that's sexy. Something that's cool."

It's been awhile since I've been in a light, stylish, fun, action-y, over-the-top RP. And I thought "well, if I get enough of a positive reaction from it, then I could definitely follow through." Intricate details will be hammered out and implemented throughout the day, though a game thread most likely won't be up until the weekend (because it's finals week and I'm most likely not the only one with the predicament).

If you're interested, give me a shout or an opinion or a thread bump or anything. If I had you at rooty tooty point and shooty antics, then fill out a character sheet!

Spoiler: Sheet Example

Name: (Pretty self-explanatory, nicknames are eagerly encouraged)
Age: (Looking for high-school-to-college-grade teenagers, 16 to 21)
Gender: (Male and/or Female)

Appearance: (Also pretty self-explanatory. What do they look like? What're they wearing? How tall are they? etc.)
Personality: (What do they act like?)
Special Talent(s): (If you want your character to do something other than shoot guns and knock heads, you list it here. Whether your character's a computer genius, an award winning gymnast, can rip a bong in one hit, or can suck ping pong balls through a garden hose, it's all up to you.)

Biography: (Describe your character's upbringing. What accomplishments they've achieved through life, what choices they've made, what kind of living they've made through all the havoc ravaging their hometown, their personal opinions on all the gang violence, etc. etc. Doesn't need to be long.)

Spoiler: Thread theme(s)

 

[NeoAC]

I am extremely interested and I demand something concrete in the very near future!

 

[Yumi_and_Erea]

Almost done with sheet. Will post in a few minutes.

 

[CrazyGirl17]

Sounds like fun. Lemme think about the sheet idea...

 

[figment of mind]

Unfortunately, i won't have my sheet up for a day or two but i want to at least announce that i want to join this. Hopefully i can finish soon.

 

[Yumi_and_Erea]

Spoiler: Tiffany (Tiff) Brown

Name: Tiffany 'Tiff' Brown.
Age: 16 (but that's, like, totally old enough to drink, right?).
Gender: Female.

Appearance:
5'9" (6'1" in heels), with waist-length light brown hair and skin that never goes more than a week without a trip to the tanning salon. A pretty face with a prettier smile, and baby-blue eyes.

Tiff's wardrobe is mainly made up of skirts, none of which reach her knees. Her go-to outfit is a black skirt with a subtle silvery spider-web pattern, coupled with a white women's dress shirt (top buttons undone, naturally), 4-inch black heels and, occasionally, a black tie (she has a thing for ties; don?t ask).

Her figure more or less embodies the phrase 'jailbait', and she's all too aware of it.

Personality:
In a nutshell: Tiff is spoiled, but ironically quite generous. She's used to things going her way (either by 'persuading' the relevant parties or just by having her wealthy parents fix it), but she sees no reason not to share that success with others. She views life as a never-ending party, and the more the merrier. It's almost childish how much she thinks she can get away with (she's not wrong though), but it's usually to hang out and party with other people, not to be by herself. As such very few people would say they respect her, but almost everybody likes her.

Her being spoiled means she's usually quite lazy, but that's not to say she's outright stupid. She just has a good eye for the easiest solutions, and (ironically) doesn't mind getting her hands dirty to use them. She doesn't smoke, but she is quite fond of the occasional bit of weed. And alcohol. And ketamine.

She's a bit of a party-animal, is what we're saying.

Talents:
- While Tiff always prefers a chauffeur to driving herself, she does actually own a drivers license and knows how to drive a stick.

- A kind person would describe Tiff as an 'accomplished charmer'. A less kind person would say she's gone down on her geography teacher for better grades. Either way, her allure is hard to resist, and she's not afraid to use it.

- Oh, and she can suppress her gag-reflex. Jus' sayin'.

Biography:
Tiffany was born the daughter of an architect father and media mogul mother (I love alliteration). She's never been short on money, or? anything for that matter. Clothes, parties, and friends who were highly eager to share them. She doesn't have too many plans for the future, but then she hardly needs to.

Among Tiff's girlfriends, she was the first to lose her virginity and frankly, nobody was surprised. She's been sneaking into clubs since she was 14 and her parents just don't care. They're both very busy with work and have more or less let her go wild with her allowance since she was 12.

This has not made her well-adjusted. Or mature. Or? much of anything other than an overly endowed, overly eager kid with a wallet as big as her desires. But at least she's nice about it.

 

[Pm0n3y]

Unfortunately, i won't have my sheet up for a day or two but i want to at least announce that i want to join this. Hopefully i can finish soon.

Don't even worry about it, dude. I wasn't planning on starting it anytime soon. Or, at least not in the next few days.

With that in mind, info dump tiem! Here's two of the main staple cast: Granny, and her daughter, Sonia (the one still in progress).

Spoiler: Granny

Name: "Granny" Shirley Sinclaire
Age: 72
Gender: Female

Appearance: Well, she's old, no doubt. Her whitish-gray hair has been mostly touched with a burgundy-brown hue, a shade that easily fades into her brown skin. She may have been thin and beautiful in her youth, but now standing at 5'9" and weighing in at about 230, she's formed into more of a roundish mass that most grannies take on at that age. She can usually be found in a business suit of sorts, obviously. She does have a place of business to run, after all.

Personality: Granny may be a very business-oriented woman, but you'd never guess that through her speech and actions. She's all sorts of sassy and bossy and loud and impersonal. She will not hesitate to throw her weight around, both figuratively and literally. Though, on a good day, she can be a very warm, loving woman. Too bad there haven't been much good days since Billboardsville went to shit. But hey, if everything goes according to her plan, then we might just see ol' Granny crack a smile again.

Talents: She's a world renowned cook, for starters. How else did you think she got her restaurant? It helps that she loves doing it, and it can be one of the few things that would keep her mind off of the ruin her city is falling to.

Also, she's built like a fucking brick wall. Seriously, don't let her age fool you, cuz she's as fast and strong as she is tough. I mean, the woman had to singlehandedly care for eight kids while running a gang and a popular restaurant. You think there haven't been times where she strong-armed herself out of a situation? There've been many folk who tried to walk into her restaurant and start some shit. And they were usually ushered out, by her, straight through the front window.

Not to mention, her years of business (both business, and "business") expertise have kept her mind razor sharp. Girl could write a book if she wanted. Instead she's gonna turn back to her younger days, and use that mind of hers to launch an assault big enough to set the whole town straight.

Biography: Hey, did you know that Granny Sinclaire ran a gang? Okay, yeah, I knew it too. But she didn't run all by herself. Hell, she wasn't even the head of the gang in its heyday. That title went to the late, great, Edward Sinclaire, a smooth talking salesman from up north. Every word he spoke was like dribbles of honey pouring into your ear. He walked into young Shirley's up-and-running establishment (then called Shirley's Soulful Sweets) and practically swept her off her feet with his words. With his slick words and extensive knowledge, he was just the thing needed to get the business booming. And as it seemed, as more and more money came in, business began to change. Soon they began receiving and shipping "flour" and "herbs" out to reliable buyers.

With Eddie's talk, came the fierce movement of drugs, weapons, and most other illegal supplies that could be bought. And to be honest, Shirley didn't care. All the extra business meant all the extra cash. In fact, she loved him even more for it. He was teaching her things she could've never learned through her own methods. As they built a impressive stable of movers, shakers, and moneymakers, their love for one another grew into a whirlwind. Almost literally too, like they popped out like 8 kids over a nine year span. 5 boys, and 3 girls. Soon, Shirley's Soulful Sweets became Sinclaire's Sweets, to represent the bond the two shared. But, these sort of crime stories never end well. Edward was gunned down in a act of gang violence.

The grief was almost overwhelming for Shirley. But she wasn't stopped. She had a restaurant to run! Contraband to move! Kids to raise! She couldn't mourn long. With the help of her eldest son and daughter, she got right back into the game and came just as hard, if not harder. As the new head of the Sinclaire Family, she had something to prove. And prove she did. The family held Billboardsville's underground in a tightly wound iron fist. Nothing got in or out of the city without her knowing. Some say the family grew ruthless under her rule, while she claimed to only increase productivity.

Years passed, and in her aging state, she decided to retire from the hustle and bustle of the crime underworld. And as kids drifted away, and her family flourished, she decided to put more of her focus into her restaurant. Her movers and shakers became her devoted cooks and cleaners. Her youngest child, Sonia, stayed behind with her mother, and helped manage the restaurant.

Spoiler: Sonia

Name: Sonia Sinclaire
Age: 30
Gender: Female

Appearance: Along with being the youngest of the Sinclaire clan, she's also the shortest at just 4'11". Match her small stature with the pair of bifocals and the bushy head of black hair she had to wear through youth, and you know she never had a fun time on school playgrounds. Luckily she's updated the look, her glasses small, sharp, square rimmed. Her bushy hair smoothed down to shoulder length. Due to years of her mother's cooking, Sonia definitely takes into a plentiful curvy shape. Not as chubby as you'd think, she'll proudly boast that she fills out in all the right places. She's usually a bit more on the casual side when compared to her mother, usually wearing form fitting jeans, blouses, and sneakers.

Personality: Business oriented, like her mother. But with none of the boisterous sass. She's quite and timid, actually. Doesn't stop her from contrasting her mother's usual cold dispositions with her helpful friendliness. That, and she has a bit of a drinking problem. So there's that.

Talent(s): Sonia may be a smart as her mother, but at least she has the certifications to show for it. She has at least one Master's in Business Administration, and a couple of Bachelor degrees further covering the major.

Biography: Sonia wasn't around during the high point of her parent's criminal career. Born shortly after the death of her father, Sonia only had her mother to look to for guidance. It could've been the factor that kept the two so close. Sonia saw her mother as a strong, immovable pillar that kept their family up. As powerful as she was smart. Sonia wanted to be like that. And where she lacked in power, she more-than-made-up for it in intelligence. Even though she was overshadowed by her siblings, Shirley still managed to take notice of her daughter's prowess. And notice she did, making sure to keep Sonia on top of here studies, and guiding her every step of the way. Shirley was never one to let untapped potential go to waste.

Once Sonia completed her last degree, Shirley rewarded her with a position as CFO over the Sinclaire Sweets franchise, along with all the benefits that came with the position. Now as her mother's right hand, Sonia helps keep the restaurant moving, while keeping up with her mother's connections, and tending to the not-so-legal tender.

 

[NeoAC]

Spoiler: The Russian Bride

Name: "Diamond" Daryna Makarenko
Age: 20
Gender: Female

Appearance: Daryna looks like exactly what you expect when you pay for a woman through the mail. She had a fit body, skinny but properly endowed. She stands 5'10", with shoulder blade length golden blonde hair and bright blue eyes that have regained some sparkle during her time in America. There is a tattoo on her left shoulder opposite her heart of the Ukrainian trident coat of arms.

Her ears both have blue diamond earrings studded in, and she has a silver chain with a white diamond dangling on it. She's usually wearing a sky blue sleeveless v-cut t-shirt that ends above her navel, a pair of blue jeans accessorized with a tan leather belt complete with silver belt bucket with a sky blue stone in the center of the engraved flower, and black pumps that cost more then her parent's house ($400).

Personality: Initially shy and frightened when she arrived in Billboardsville, Daryna has blossomed into a very confident woman about town. She is not afraid to show off her wealth, hence her nickname, and any attempts to extract extra money from her have been met with some solid boots to the head. Despite her still heavily accented and sometimes still fractured English, she has the ability to turn on the charm when needed, and can often play like that lost little girl she was a few years ago. While thankful for the opportunity to have made something of herself, inside she is still driven by the desire to have her revenge on those who took her from her homeland and brought her here. While the money is fun to splash about and gives off a nice cover image, in the end, it is a means to her goal.

Special Talent(s): She's got that really sexy accent, legs as strong as steel and a fair amount of cash. Other then that, nothing really special.

Biography: Daryna was born in Rovenky, Ukraine, the daughter of a miner and a homemaker and the oldest of three children. Her family was poor, but her father raised her and her two brothers as best he could. Sadly he wasn't that good at it. She still enjoyed her life in her country, and she spent a lot of time playing soccer outside with the other children, but when he wasn't down in the mines, her father was always out at the taverns, drinking and gambling away whatever money they had. Then, in one night, he gambled away his daughter.

When she was 16, two men came to the tiny house, saying that Viktor had bet Daryna with three jacks and lost it to a 10 high straight. Daryna protested and tried to fight the burly goons, but there wasn't much resistance her family could put up. She was held in a storage facility across the border on the outskirts of Rostov, and finally sold to Dmitry Bashkirov, a lower level lieutenant with the Russian gang in Billboardsville.

The marriage certificate was signed C.o.D., with Daryna's signature forged. Daryna only found this out upon arrival and Dmitry strong armed her down to his apartment on the waterfront. He brought her out onto the balcony and promised to treat her right and show her America offered her more then her previous life. Then he proceeded to throw her down on the sun chair and forcefully try to consummate the marriage. Daryna protested but Dmitry was having none of it. Then Daryna found a new variation of football to play. The boot to the nuts was so forceful, Dmitry tumbled backwards, falling off the balcony and plunging 14 stories down, crashing on top of a cotton candy cart.

When the cops came, Daryna tried to explain what happened but Ukrainian mixed with fragments of English was no way to properly explain things. The cops made their own conclusions: that Dmitri was drunk and fell off. Much less paperwork. And as his newly minted wife, Daryna inherited everything: the waterfront property, his bank account, his car, everything. The Russians weren't happy with Dmitry's folly, but there wasn't much they could do. Daryna put them at ease for the moment, but she did that to cover up her true desire: to get revenge on the Russians for kidnapping her and shipping her away against her will. She's spent the past four years building up her connections in the city, investing in a couple of businesses and spending Dmitry's cash to give herself the lifestyle she always thought she deserved, while still training and plotting to eliminate the Russians for good.

 

[Ruedyn]

I love ridiculous! Here's a sheet.

Spoiler: Saintly

Name: Raul Eld, "Saintly"
Age: 17
Gender: Male

Appearance: Blessed with a big frame, but too dumb to do much with it, Raul stands at 6'3 with a lean frame. Aside from his size and eyes he got from his Swedish mother, he mostly takes after his Spanish father. He has short curly hair and trimmed beard he's immensely proud of. He has green eyes that look like murky ponds behind a pair of thin rimmed glasses, with a sleepy look to them no matter what he's doing.

Raul's off time wardrobe isn't exactly widely varied, and it's quite clear he really likes wears dark colors. On the job, he always has a generic looking dark red hoodie, a pair of old, worn and torn black jeans, and a pair of work boots and gloves. He has a pretty bland suit for formal occasions, his only tie being a pink one.

Personality: Raul is a dopey bastard, with a nickname that only makes sense if you know the story behind it. He doesn't care much about afterlife, he's all about living in the moment. Most would say cause he can't remember yesterday and the future's looking bleak. Not that you'd catch the ever optimistic Saintly saying anything like that, though. He's a friendly sort, mercifully quiet compared to most fast talking, petty blue collar crooks. He has a poker face weaker than wet tissue and feels bad after lying, so if he goes eerily quiet it's likely something in his pocket doesn't belong to him. He dislikes drugs and booze, but most think he's on them all the time anyways so it's fine.

Special Talent(s): Saintly is good at getting into things people would rather he stay out of. Picking locks and pockets is practically a hobby, and he's stolen a car or dozen in his career. He's a decent climber, and has ran marathons in jeans before.

As far as combat goes, he prefers an up close and personal approach. Guns are all well and good, and he does sometimes carry a pistol, but bats are where it's at, man. Or really just anything blunt that he can smack people with, but generally baseball bats or crowbars.

Biography: Raul Eld has a life story that could be followed pretty easy through police reports. His mom ran off with a loan shark, they had a whirlwind affair that ended with a little kiddo and a very dead dad, courtesy of the Latin Kings. He went to school, but didn't do too well. Still, he made friends and a name for himself defending people from bullies, essentially becoming the bully of the bullies. Which would be all well and good if it stuck to within school limits, and used his bare hands. He had to switch schools often.

By the 8th grade, he'd more or less accepted he was a little shit. Luckily, he was quick to make friends in detention! He gained a few skills this way, learning and practicing in his off time. He even had competitions with his fellow sociopathic budding criminals, see who could break into the most houses in a night, lift the most wallets in a mall, draw the biggest phallic symbol on the wall in school. To celebrate getting a license, he took a car from his mom's employer.

Had his first experience with drugs that way, too, and gained his nickname in the same night! He can't exactly remember, but apparently he took something and wandered off. When they found him, he was in a burning church screaming about demon slaying, waving a golf club at a very scared deacon. They managed to get him out before fire marshals showed up, and they all kept accidentally murdering a church official secret, though rumors spread and Raul got a nickname.

Now, he returns to his mom's home town at the behest of... someone he's never fucking met. Raul's considers this a fresh start, maybe try going back to the being the good...-ish guy like in elementary school. Beats living pocket by pocket in California, anyways. Even if he technically lives in a box right now...

 

[Mr.Ivebeenframed]

Chicks dig nice cars...

Spoiler: Drifter

Name: Drifter

Age: 20

Gender: Male

Appearance: Drifter isn't that physically imposing but that serves him quite well as thugs see him as the last person to go completely psycho on them. He's 5'9, skinny and frail-looking with a perpetually blank expression. He's got wavy, dirty-blonde hair that he keeps combing impulsively. His skin is as pale as the moon with deep grey eyes that seem to try and jump out of his head at every waking second. Drifter's face would be baby smooth if it wasn't for a scar running up his neck to the right side of his face.

Drifter keeps it simple with a motor-oil stained, white shirt, dirty jeans and heavy boots on his feet. He does wear a pretty sweet leather jack that he wears wherever he goes. Its got a little bit of everything on it and its leather luster is a bit worn but an impressive lion is emblazoned on the back.

Personality: Drifter is silent and mostly keeps to himself. He isn't shy but he just tries to keep people at arm's length at all times. Because of this, Drifter is very mysterious and reserved. What personality he does have he shows through his fighting or his driving skills. He feels truly at peace when he is in his car and/or driving.

Drifter also loves driving, even if there is no point to it. Many a nights has Drifter driven for the heck of it. The only thing that Drifter loves on this Earth is the sensation of driving and his prized 1970 Chevrolet Nova [http://th03.deviantart.net/fs70/PRE/i/2014/019/3/f/stuntman_mike_s_new_nova_by_kyleandtheclassics-d6ijamf.jpg] that he built from the wheels up. He affectionately calls the car "Cherry". If anything or anyone touches remotely damages his car the more unhinged he gets. The same goes for insulting the car as well.

Special Talent(s): You got a vehicle needs driving? Well Drifter can drive it and then some. He's an amazing mechanic and he can drive his "death-proof" car into just about anything without hurting him or his companions. Also did I mention he can drive because this guy can drive. He can close both his eyes and still win a street race with his car.

Drifter is also notoriously tough. A car accident severed some of his nerve endings and to any other man, that would be crippling but with Drifter it made his pain tolerance unusually high. Punch him all you want but Drifter won't even bat an eye.

In terms of combat, Drifter sticks with a titanium claw hammer. You'd ask him why until you see the damage he can do with it.

Biography: Drifter doesn't tell much about his life but he starts it when he finds "Cherry". His father owned a junk yard and normally tore cars apart for scrap but one day a 1970 Chevrolet Nova was towed into the lot. It looked beaten up to hell but to Drifter it was the first and only time he fell in love. He was 10 at the time.

Drifter knew he wasn't as smart as the other kids in school so he devoted himself to mechanics as he did whatever he could to restore Cherry. It became a long and grueling process as Drifter disassembled engines to learn them. His father encouraged him but he wanted his son to take something else in life. Drifter was having none of it because all he wanted in life was to have that car.

To pay for restoring the car, Drifter raced rally cars in his local racetrack. All was going well until he was in a terrible car accident where the car flipped over and was crushed in a seven car pileup. Drifter survived but the surgery that helped him killed his father in terms of finances. Seeing his dad in serious financial debt, Drifter turned to various odd jobs to help pay for his surgery.

By day he became a stuntman and took jobs that would other stuntmen wouldn't do. That was when he realized that his pain receptors were largely nonexistent so he took a lot of beating without really feeling it. In the end, he earned quite a bit of money. His skills behind the car as a stunt driver also helped. He even worked as a stunt driver in a famous movie with some Danish Director.

He worked so hard that he had to drop out of high school which angered his father. In a drunken stupor, his father sold Cherry to a buyer who was eager to buy from him. Something in Drifter snapped so he went to the buyer's house and took back Cherry. He fled the town and has been driving ever since.

In two years, Drifter has visited each state within the continental United States at least twice(with the exception of Alaska and Hawaii). Along the way he used his skills to win races and make more money. He's made several additions to his car since he's left which include a reinforced chassis, a roll cage, a better engine and a bullet-proof windshield he won from a crooked sheriff. He's essentially made his car largely death proof and he's been selling his skills to whoever listens.

This looks properly awesome. Hope you like it.

 

[blaze96]

Spoiler: David Ancroft

Name: David "Broker" Ancroft

Age: 21

Gender: Male
Appearance: Caucasian, 5'10", 170 lbs, some muscle tone but not visible through clothes. Tends to dress in suits bought with the money gained from his activities or in jeans and t-shirts if he needs to be inconspicuous.

Personality: He has a tendency to go out of his way to stand out amongst the competitors in his line of work. He can be friendly or even charming, but only if he thinks the person he is talking to is of some use to him. Otherwise David will be cordial enough but will disregard others who he believes to be utterly worthless. If the person in question proves themselves in his eyes he will treat them as he would any friend.

He has no problem lying to people to achieve whatever goal is currently in front of him and he will always be looking for some new opportunity to gain money, power, influence, and most important of all in his world connections.

Special Talent(s): His greatest talent is the connections his made both in and out of the criminal world. Time spent in prison and the military started a long journey to becoming a legitimate if not at all big name in the information game. Guns, drugs, women, cars, cash, and even the names of some people willing to kill in exchange for one of the above. Take your pick and he either can get you them, give you the name of someone who can, or at the very least tell you where to find it.

He also makes for a decent con-man, he knows how to play people but he vastly prefers the information game to having to continuously maintain lies for possibly years at a time. However sometimes it was unavoidable and he had to know how to play the game.
Biography: He's what could charitably be called a "street urchin". David spent his young life without parents or anything close to a direction in life. As a kid he was working with two men who would influence his life, one worked a small table selling counterfeit items and the other ran a relatively successful shell game. The first taught him that the best way to begin working your way up in the world was by who you knew. The guys who could get the most believable fakes were king and everyone else may as well have been invisible. The second taught him the art of the con, how to get people interested and keep them on the hook until you are ready to take them for all they're worth or let them go. Both of them taught him that only a few people were good for anything more than simply being tools to make your way up in the world.

For years he worked with these two and started using the skills they taught him to make his own way. He started working the individual stands of his surrogate fathers as well as using the people these guys knew to begin laundering stolen items. He knew the limit of what he could steal without doing particularly hard time if he got caught with it and stuck with this.

At 15 David got involved with Granny Sinclaire. That day he was running his standard shell game and for once had a decent crowd not only gathered but pretty well engrossed. He made sure he let people win often enough that they thought they had a good chance, but never enough that he wasn't making a tidy profit on it. She saw something in him and made him a deal after he had stopped for the day, and David knew an opportunity when he saw it. He jumped at the chance and soon enough he was working with a few small drug and prostitution rings. The next year was when he got arrested.

He got busted and the judge decided to make an example of him by trying him as an adult for his connection to a prostitution ring he was something of a manager of. Nervous and scared at first he found out this was actually one hell of an opportunity. The connection to Granny netted him enough protection that he was safe and allowed him to get to know carjackers, drug runners, murderers, thieves, and many other types of criminal of various levels of competency and skill sets. The next two years were spent parlaying these new found friends on the inside into a web of people on the outside. By the time he got arrested again he knew who to talk to, who to pay off, and how to talk to people well enough that he got off easy.

This time he got caught in a sting operation for multiple counts of conspiracy to commit a felony and one count of weapons smuggling. Luckily he used his connections to get an offer, since he was still technically a minor until the day after the closing of the trial he could either go to prison or be put into the military to try and "reform" him in another way. He took the deal and was shipped off that night.

It has been four years and two tours and now he is returning back to the city of his birth. He kept contacts up using his calls to talk to granny and some friendly information contacts to make sure he stayed up to date and working on making the right friends to get what most gangs cherish, that being friends across oceans and more importantly military grade hardware.

He owes Granny and he plans on repaying that debt by making damn sure she is the only player in town, and he isn't about to let a bunch of idiots wipe her off the map and by extension undo a good amount of his work.

 

[Pm0n3y]

I'm loving these sheets guys, keep 'em coming. (S'kinda funny how the character majority is blond haired, but i'm not complaining.) Either way, time for info dump numero dos!

Spoiler: The City of Billboardsville!

Name: Billboardsville
Age: 85 (est. Circa 1929)
Gender: It's a city, guys, c'mon.

Biography: Once a bustling tourist trap representing the biggest points of American commercialism and capitalism, Billboardsville has fallen into disarray. The once famous billboards that line Main St. have been defaced. Scrawled on with various gang symbols and outdated and torn. Garbage, debris, and bullet casings line the streets. Most of the business in town got the fuck out of dodge, and those unfortunate souls that remained had no choice but to bend to the will of the numerous gangs. Because of it, most storefronts are vacant and run down. The colorful bodegas down Store Rd. are colorless, if only partially. The city has been divided amongst the the ones in power, naturally. You'll know who's turf your stepping on by the colors and gang graffiti left on doors and blown out cars. The police force of the city have become a moot form of protection, either killed by the gangs they so sought to stop, or turned crooked to save their own cowardly hides.

The Gangs inhabiting Billboardsville are as follows:
The Saint Avenue Triad: They control the north of the city, from the something all the way down to the something. They get their name from the lone Chinese Restaurant (well, that whole building and the few establishments surrounding it) located on Saint Avenue, the one they inhabit on most days. Not a fan of the Yakuza, naturally. They have a habit of instigating fights too, no matter what gang's in their sights. They also like kitchen cleavers. You'll see those around them a lot, so that's something to make note of. Their taste in clothing is all over the place, though they tend to take after the Pyro/Royal way of clothing. They mostly work in shades of black.

The Fourth Street Yakuza: These folk control the east end of the city. Yes, they actually carry katanas and dress in business casual and have the badass elaborate back tattoos. They're pretty tenacious in nature and the most organized, and surprisingly, they've done the least amount of property damage to the city. In fact, they actually successfully commissioned and built a large Japanese style bathhouse right across the street from Carver Park. Said bathhouse is their main base of operations. Their representative color is purple. They really don't like the Triad, and will strike you down on the spot if you mistake them for their rivals.

The Conquistadors: The second biggest gang inhabiting Billboardsville, these people have control of the low income apartment complexes and everything surrounding them on the south side of the city. They tend to wear colors of yellow or gold, and don't take kindly to people living in their buildings, wearing the inappropriate colors. They have a tendency to perform public beheadings on rival gang members and on folk that try to defy them.

The Pyros/Royals: These two gangs are fairly exchangeable in terms of looks and mannerisms. Saggy jeans and bandannas, that real "inner city gangsta" look. While they make up the biggest collection of members, they severely lack in organization and direction. Most of them just wanna wear their colors, throw around gang signs, get into fights and shoot off their guns. They basically inhabit every other bit of the city that the other gangs don't want. Pyros wear shades of orange. Royals main shades of blue.

The Russians; "Iron Bulls": They hail out the west side of the city, taking control of Keene Beach and everything on it. The pier, the beachfront property, and the amusement park on the boardwalk. They're what you'd expect out of a Russian mafia. Cheap tracksuits, vodka scented breaths, bald heads, AK-47s. They stick around colors of dark red and grey.

The Sinclaire Family: They've been out of the limelight for decades now. The whirlwind of a dynasty exists mostly in legend. And, in the lone restaurant sitting smack dab in the middle of the city, along with the sassy old lady still running the joint. Even if they aren't in the game, a majority of underground connections still move through her. And the other gangs don't appreciate that one bit.

 

[Athol]

I'm most interested...I will post a sheet sometime soon.

 

[booksv2]

I'm going to try to post sometime tomorrow. I'm trying to convert a friend of mine into a character sheet. Muahaha *cough* I mean I'll have it done tomorrow.

 

[Pm0n3y]

I'm most interested...I will post a sheet sometime soon.

Are you sure you're the most interested? Gotta fight Neo for that title!

 

[booksv2]

Spoiler: Sheet

Name: Micheal "Magic" Jacques
Age: 16
Gender: Male

Appearance: A tall 5'9" he weighs a nill 135 pounds. Dark brown hair down to the middle of his back it is usually in a low ponytail and because of his habit to play with it when bored or not doing anything needing his hands its curled around itself and stays together even outside of the tail. white with blue eyes he needs glasses to see past the tip of his hands.

He wears cargo pants with a belt pocket for his phone with some side pockets on it which hold a screwdriver and box knife. In front of that pocket is a flashlight in its own case also attached to the belt, on the other side of his person are an old leather-man from his dad and another that was a present from another friend. Over a tucked in dirty harry tee shirt he wears a faded blue vest with several inside and outside pockets, old and a little ratty it still stays together.
Personality: Fairly layed back he is in a word, lazy. Always looking for the easiest way to do something, weither its walking or making some jury rigged thing to do something it shouldn't be able to.
While he understands there's a difference between males and females he doesn't care about those differences.
Special Talent(s):
Knife proficiency; Usually having 3-5 knives on his person he knows how to use them for the most damage while using the least energy himself.

MacGyverism; He can jury rig something with parts not made for it, usually using the 2 pliers on his leather-mans to get it to work they eventually will.

Electrician; a good friend of the family is an electrician and mike learned it as a part time job, but he learned about it in all aspects.

Biography:
Living with his dad for the last 10 years because of a divorce he has had a pretty amazing parent and freedom to do just about anything he wish's. It started at his middle school but because he could jury rig anything he really wanted using little bits of trash and some wire he started being called magic because its what it looked like to those around him.
At the start of high school some other high school students with some connection to the darker side of society started approaching him for little things, like a way to hold a dropping window open or something to bypass the electricity going to a circuit. doing a part time job at a family friends he had access to lots of different gauge wires and learned how electricity worked as well as how wiring in buildings are set up and other things concerning it.

at 16 he is the go to for some little device to help to make your life or crime go easier, or to ask about how to get inside a building through a wall without cutting something important. Usually being payed for everything he has worked with granny a few times and likes her, not wanting her to leave cause she pays him the best for what she wants he will help her become the only person in town with any criminal family. The rest can die, seeing as they have never come to him and ever bought anything.

Note:
LAZY; without a good reason and an interest he isn't going anywhere. "Much to lazy for that shit."

This is a friend i made into a sheet, plus a little criminal.

 

[figment of mind]

Spoiler: Matchstick

Name: Monica "Matchstick" Chen
Age: 17
Gender: Female

Appearance: As far as looks go, Monica can be said to be a decent mix between her father and mother, who are Chinese and Italian american, respectively. She seems to try to take care of her lightly olive skin, her hair tends towards being long, messy, and dark brown (save for in the summertime when it gets copper highlights due to the sun), and she gets her eye shape and color (a deep brown, almost black coloring) from her father. she stands around 5"3 and while she isn't the most curvy woman around, hitting about in the middle, she doesn't care too much about it, she'll make due.

Clothing-wise, she leans more towards things with lots of pockets, making cargo pants a must in her mind, along with a belt and various lighters and matchsticks filling those pockets (she may even have flint and steel in there...she doesn't know what they look like so she's not sure). She usually wears these with either a spaghetti strap top, a boat-necked T-shirt or a regular T (usually with some design that she liked at the time on it), and covers this with a light grey cotton jacket. She doesn't care what shoes she wears, just so long as she can keep up with people, she's fine.

Personality: When it comes down to it, Monica is defined by being scatterbrained, obsessive, and insatiably curious. She loves watching chemical reactions, particularly fire and explosives (and more mundane things like watching alka-seltzer tabs melt in water) and takes any chance she can get to watch them, usually limiting herself to the former most often. She also has a problem understanding personal space and is a big advocate of romance...but her definition tends to differ drastically from the norm, encompassing things like stalking, breaking and entering, and more.

Since their aunt died along with two of her brothers, her remaining brother, along with Monica herself, have become very protective of each other. Monica herself extends this out to anyone she would call a friend as well, typically being one of the first to jump up and fight if a friend is in danger...provided she can recognize that they're in danger in the first place. She's also willing to drop everything to help out a friend but tends to go overboard in that aspect.

Special Talent(s):
Monica is a huge fan of explosives, but anyone with any sense of self-preservation won't let her near any. This is why she's taken the time to learn how to craft her own improvised explosives using anything she can get. Consequently, she's also adept at chemistry, though her interests tends to focus mostly on what will explode when put together.

She's also gotten good at tracking people and trailing them, using it for fun and her work.

Due to having been raised with 3 brothers, all of whom are wrestling fans (both amateur, pro, and competitive), she has a lot of skill in busting out wrestling moves.

Biography: Living with a couple of off again, on again drug addicts was bad. Living with a couple of on again, off again drug addicts that drugged up to calm their nerves during your birth and ended up dropping you on your head was worse. Living with a couple of on again, off again drug addicts who may have been "partaking" in the middle of pregnancy and have drugged up to calm their nerves during your birth which ended with dropping you on your head were the details of Monica's birth. They were lucky enough that their stunt didn't cause their daugther severe brain damage but the incident has been the final straw for her fathers sister, who forcibly took her and her brothers away from their parents, before said parents got them killed.

Her life after that got a bit better, all things considered. She got through elementary without ending up in special ed., dispite her mental state. She made a few friends, dispite her unusual personality. She had a good home life with her brothers, dispite their best efforts to put her and each other into a headlock and her habit of throwing fireworks at them if they annoyed her.

Then she goes to middle school, where things kind of start to get worse. She picked up the habit of lighting things on fire from another student, who showed her how to operate a lighter. They spent many days lighting paper on fire and watching branches burn...and in all of that, she admited to herself that she gained a bit of a crush on him. Soon she started following him home after school, keeping her distance from him so that he doesn't notice. Then she began sneaking out and staring into his bedroom window from outside. Needless to say, she got worse from there as things escalated onwards.

A week later, he confronted her on it, having caught on after a bit of time. He demanded that she stop and they got to arguing over it...it ended with them accidentally burning down the school. Still, noone caught them as it was assumed that one of the gangs had done it, but it did cause the both of them to go to different schools and the boy moved away two weeks later. Her friends found out pretty quickly that they had started the fire and while they were cool enough not to rat her out, they did give her the name Matchstick for the incident, dispite her insistance that she hadn't used matchsticks. Still, she got over it and moved on, more focused on her crush moving away than anything else. She had a few more incidents like this during her middle school career but none got school burning bad.

It was during the interim between 8th and 9th grade when her aunt and second eldest brother died. Her second brother had gotten involved with some of the Triad members and her aunt wanted him to cut his ties with them. Her aunt decided to down and drag him back home, intent on stopping him from going down a similar road as his parents. A driveby occurred when she was down there...they were both gunned down.

The Triad members who their brother had joined up with came knocking a few days later, trying to get some stuff that their brother was holding for them...which their aunt had gotten rid of before she went to drag their brother back. In recompense, their youngest brother offered joined them, eager to get vengeance upon those that had murdered their aunt. The eldest brother tried to stop the youngest from trying something as stupid as that but he didn't listen. He was gunned down 6 months later in a raid by the police. After that, things quieted down some. They buried their youngest brother along side their aunt and second eldest.

The eldest brother took up a job in order to keep them from losing the house, all the while keeping an eye on things to make sure the Triad didn't come knocking for another member. She, meanwhile, tried to move on from the deaths and focus on school, going on through it for a couple of years. Throughout that time, she took the chance to study as much of chemistry as she could, gaining enough knowledge as she could on what reacted to what and where to find them. She had a similar concern as her brother did, that the triads were a horrible thing for the city, but she extended it to all gangs, not just the triad or whatever gang had attacked and killed her brother and aunt. She wished that they would cease to exist so that she wouldn't lose her last brother to them somehow...so she started working on developing explosives, to try and get rid of them forcefully along with a plan on how she would use them.

She knew that she wouldn't be able to do it alone though so for the last few months, she's been trying to find others who have expressed this idea, with little luck. She's recently caught a break though as another student has heard of her score to settle with the gangs and come to talk with her about the Sinclair family. She hasn't heard of them before but from what she has heard, they seem promising, maybe she could join up with them...

Not to sure about the end of the biography but other than that, i think it's alright. Hope that everything is to your liking.

 

[Pm0n3y]

i think it's alright. Hope that everything is to your liking.

Dude I love it, no need to be so doubtful! I seriously hope we get to see Monica straight powerbomb fuckers off of rooftops and onto explosions! I'm just saying, that would be the hypest shit.

 

[figment of mind]

i think it's alright. Hope that everything is to your liking.

Dude I love it, no need to be so doubtful! I seriously hope we get to see Monica straight powerbomb fuckers off of rooftops and onto explosions! I'm just saying, that would be the hypest shit.

Alright dude, just needed to make sure. Also of course your going to see that, along with buckets of fire, a spinning piledriver into a car (not cherry...i think), and quite possibly a muscle buster powerful enough to make god squeak in pain.

 

[NeoAC]

i think it's alright. Hope that everything is to your liking.

Dude I love it, no need to be so doubtful! I seriously hope we get to see Monica straight powerbomb fuckers off of rooftops and onto explosions! I'm just saying, that would be the hypest shit.

Alright dude, just needed to make sure. Also of course your going to see that, along with buckets of fire, a spinning piledriver into a car (not cherry...i think), and quite possibly a muscle buster powerful enough to make god squeak in pain.

If she breaks my car, I break neck. Da?