Sign Up Los Diablos: Devil's City [PG-13-VLS]

[Zen]

[color=red]Rated PG-13 for Intense Violence, Drug and Alcohol Use, Sexual Content, and Language. (No one cares though...)[/color]
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I was awoken by the boyish voices of children above my head...

[B]"See, I told you! Look, there it is!"[/B], one started out, clicking my conciousness back on.

[B]"Holy crap! You were tellin' the truth! Whoa..."[/B], an older sounding boy came in.

[B]"Of course, why would I lie about?"[/B]

[B]"Man... He stinks! How long do ya think he's been here?"[/B]

[B]"I'm not sure... I found him a few minutes ago, then I came and got,"[/B], I began hacking and coughing uncontrollably, but instead of air coming out of my throat, water was forced out of my lungs like an unclogged drain,[B]" Y-Yo....-YAAAAAH!"[/B]

[B]"Holy Crap!!! He's ALLIIIIIIVE!!!"[/B] the boys screamed loudly into the distance, I heard their feet slapping across the ground in a panicked hurry. I coughed again, this time I felt moist air come through my throat. With one more cough, I was able to open my swollen eyes. The first thing I saw was the grey and foggy sky of the desolate area. I tried breathing through my nose, but I couldn't, nor could I smell anything around, telling me my nose was broken. I groaned as I lifted my head up from hard ground I was laying on, and took a look around my surroundings to see the close tyde lapping at my limp legs. I attempted to lift my left arm in an attempt to lift myself up, but I instantly choked in excruciating pain. I looked over to my arm to find my arm disfigured, the palm of my hand facing forward, like it shoudln't. My elbow had been broken at the joint. I tried my right arm to find it in less pain, but pain none the less. I lifted myself up shakily and looked around better. I knew where I was... the Apachee River on the outskirts of Los Diablos. Then it all hit me like a swift kick to the face.

That bastard! That damned, dirty, rotten son of a b*tch... That spineless *****, traitor assed, back turning bastard. Diego Juarez, [B]"Jaguar"[/B] to those that knew him better. That stupid kid who I took into my crew when he wasn't nothing. That bastard that I talked [B]"The Boss"[/B] into letting the little ***** into "the Devils" when we were in the middle of the war. That bastard who I let get to close to me. That bastard that I trusted... [B]Jaguar.[/B]

He had called me out to the dock to talk over assisination plans. I should've seen it coming. It might have been the worst mistake I ever made. Of course I came out by myself, like a real rookie. Then I was only packing my beretta... I come out at midnight, and when I come there I find him standing at the dock. With that damned smile on his face, like dog snarling at you, the bastard was just a busy chuckling to himself. Then I turn around to find a damned [B][color=darkred]"Angel"[/B][/color]hit squad behind me. Before I knew it, I was floating down the Apachee... The bastard had been a [B][color=darkred]"Bloody Angel"[/B][/color] mole the whole damned time. Damn it! The bastard got me good... I gritted my teeth and I gathered myself onto my feet, and looked into the grey sky.

Needless to say, I wasn't gonna let it go that way...[/size]

[B][center][size=3][color=dimgray]Los Diablos[/color][/center][/B][/size]

[size=1]Welcome to gritty, grimey, crime-infested [B]Los Diablos[/B]. Nicknamed the "Devil's City", Los Diablos is the mecca of crime in the western U.S. Complete with drug dealers, shady gamblers, corrupt authority, and the main attraction, gangsters. The two largest and most dangerous being [B]"The Black Devils"[/B] from South Point and [B][color=darkred]"The Bloody Angels"[/B][/color] from Uptown. The gangs have been in conflict for most their existance in the city, both fighting over power ofthe middle ground and beyond, at the center of city's six way intersection, and partially out of grudge between the gang's bosses. It has basically become tradition for the two gangs to be at war, and is no longer taken in as a resolvable matter by city authority, who are paid off and bribed anyways. [B]Los Diablos[/B] has become a constant battle ground between city's gangs and it a highly dangerous place to live. Only roughest, toughest, and smartest survive.

As a resident of [B]Los Diablos[/B], you are to take the role of a major character in this conflict. Be you a member of the two main gangs, [B]"The Black Devils"[/B] or [color=darkred][B]"The Bloody Angels"[/B][/color], the cities corrupt police deptartment, [B][color=Navy]the LDPD[/color][/B], or the smaller gangs, [color=dimgray][B]"The Spooks[/B][/color] from the lower east side, who are allied to [B]"The Devils[/B] or [color=red][B]The Limbo Boys[/B][/color] from the upper west side, who are allied to [B][color=darkred]"The Angels"[/color][/B]. Its from here you take a hand in the events of the war between [B]Devils[/B] and [color=darkred][B]Angels[/B][/color].[/size]

[size=3][color=dimgray][center][B]Locations[/B][/center][/color][/size]
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[B][U]Los Diablos[/B][/U]: a huge, industrial city with too many grimey back streets, ally ways, and more than one red light district.

[B][U]Lost Eden[/U][/B]: an Uptown bar where the [color=darkred][B]Angels[/B][/color] take refuge and use as a main base.

[B][U]Devil's Cantina[/B][/U]: The [B]Devil's[/B] main hang out in South Point. A seedy bar where more than just martini's and beers are sold.

[B][U]The Haunted House[/B][/U]: an old abandoned building where [B][color=dimgray]The Spooks[/B][/color] take shelter.

[B][U]Purgatory[/B][/U]: a west side night club, unofficially ran by [color=red][B]The Limbo Boys[/B][/color].

[B][U]Precinct 6[/B][/U]: the HQ of the [color=Navy][B]LDPD[/B][/color], where many a crooked cop reinforce their 'justice'.

[B][U]Ground Zero[/B][/U]: also known as the Six points, where the city's main streets come together in the center. This is the area that all the gangs are struggling to take control.

[B][U]The Docks[/B][/U]: on the outskirts of town near the lower west side, the Docks have a large population of dead snitches, rats, moles, cowards, and unlucky wiseguys.[/size]


[B][size=3][color=dimgray][center]Sign Ups[/B][/color][/center][/size]
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[B]Name:[/B]

[B]Nickname:[/B] (if any)

[B]Age:[/B]

[B]Gender:[/B] (I fully support female characters in any role.)

[B]Affiliation:[/B] (of any of the different groups)

[B]Physical Description:[/B] (be detailed, it will tell alot of your characters personality and story)

[B]Biography:[/B] (why your character is doing what they do, why they joined whatever they joined, where the grew up in the city, and all that jazz, but please, please make 'em good.)(include race, height, weight)

[B]Specialites:[/B] (guns, explosives, pocket knives, driving, assassination, whatever, but please no ninjas and stuff, you can use martial arts and bladed weapons, but no master ninja stuff, please.)


[B]Name:[/B] Michael Lorenzo

[B]Nickname:[/B] Slick Mick

[B]Age:[/B] 27

[B]Gender:[/B] Male

[B]Affiliation:[/B] The Black Devils

[B]Physical Description:[/B] Mick is a tall, stalky man around 6'1", weighing in at a slim 164 pounds. He is of sicilian heritage with a smoothed olive tone to his skin. His sheeny. black hair is always slicked back neatly, a characteristic that would earn him a nickname. His eyes are a glassy shade of hazel and are set evenly below his brow, and have a perpetual laid back look to them. His nose is roman and gives weight to his face, it is a slight curved do to the many times it had been broken. Strangley, however, there is not a single scar on his head. He is usually seen with a lit cigarette placed in the corner of his mouth and a coin inbetween his fingers, usually being circumnavigated. He wears black or gray clothing, a trademark of the [B]Black Devil[/B] gang. His favorite dress item is a shabby leather jacket, ending mid thigh, and always unbuttoned. Under this he usually wears a pair of black dress pants with gray pinstripes and a solid gray under shirt neatly tucked in, a pair of thick, black, ankle boots hug his feet tightly. Oh his neck, he wears a short, white gold chain with a crucifix swaying on his solar plexus. Mick also carries an old fashioned lighter in his pocket, chromed and engraved with a cartoony devil's head, surrounded by biker flames. Mick's prescense is a cold one, usually queting a loud mouthed room when he enters for short periods of time when he enters. His character is that of a lion, quick, decisive, and always obeyed. His appearence gives off away his leadership qualities.

[B]Biography:[/B] Michael Lorenzo was born in St. George's Hospital in South Point, Los Diablos. His mother died of birth complications, so he would be raised up by his father, Geoff Lorenzo, better known as [B]"The Grave"[/B], he was the right-hand man of [B]"The Boss"[/B], the leader of [B]The Black Devils[/B]. He was also his brother. When Michael was only eleven year old, his father would be killed in a violent drive-by hit made by out of territory [B][color=darkred]Angels[/B][/color] members. From then on, Michael's uncle, [B]"The Boss"[/B] himself, would raise him. From then on, Michael was shown the ropes first hand of [B]"The Devils"[/B], a part of life his father tried to shelter the young boy from.

Michael was quick to pick up the tricks of the trade. Money laundering, drug dealing, hits, gambling, prostitution, the works. By the age of seventeen, Michael was a competent drug smuggler and hitman, gaining the attention of his superiors and the unwanted attention of the rival gang responsible for his father's death. At the age of 21, Michael became the block boss of 31st Street in South Point. This was an emmence honor to someone his age, and it put a bad taste in the mouth of the older bosses. But they soon came to respect the young man as they saw that his crew was raking in more money for the gang than any of the others.

When Michael was twenty-five and had earned his distinct nick-name, [B]Slick Mick[/B], he met a young hispanic kid named Diego Juarez, who he nick named [B]Jaguar[/B] due to his inability to pronounce his last name. Mick liked the young guy, who was the closest thing to a real freind Mick ever had. In the next two years, they would grow close, and Mick would shape a rare bond of trust with the young man, even going as far as to let him take care of his business on certain occasions and intrusting him with information only he was supposed to know.

One late afternoon, [B]Jaguar[/B] requested conference with Mick at [B]the Docks[/B]. Mick reached the location with trust that [B]Jaguar[/B] would have something to say. When he arrived, he stood their smirking, something that somewhat alarmed Mick, as it seemed he was looking through him. Mick turned around to see a gang of [B][color=darkred]Angels[/B][/color] packing bats and chains and staring at him alone. Mick instantly knew it was a set up, it had all been a set up. When everything turned out, Mick didn't have any real freinds. All he had were enemies and allies, and from then on, he wouldn't trust any of 'em. But unfortunatley for [B]Jaguar[/B], he still beleives that Mick is dead.

[B]Mick was far from it...[/B]



[B]Specialites:[/B] Mick is a dangerous man with whatever he is given, but he prefers himself a sawed off, pistol-grip 12-gauge shotgun, backed up by his lucky bowie knife and a 9mm Beretta Pistol. It is also said that Mick's lighter has a special trick to it, but nobody really knows...
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[Skye]

[size=1][b]Name:[/b] Megan Thomas

[b]Nickname:[/b] Meg

[b]Age:[/b] 26

[b]Gender:[/b] Female

[b]Affiliation:[/b] The Black Devils

[b]Physical Description:[/b] Standing 5?8?, Meg weighs close to 145 pounds. Not skinny, and not fat, Meg has a pretty average body-type, with a near-hourglass figure. Her long, muscular legs give her an advantage over most, and show a life of running. With rosy-tan skin, Meg shimmers beneath sunlight, but easily hides in the shadows. Her hair falls to the middle of her back in waves of chestnut silk, usually carefully bound in a single braid. Her eyes are huge and almond shaped (and almond colored), and are set slanted beneath gently arching eyebrows. Meg sports an oval face, with a strong chin and high cheekbones. A long, even nose is matched with a set of full, expressive lips that are usually quirked up in a smile. She tends to wear all black, and seldom any other color. Meg usually wears a sleeveless turtleneck with wide ribs, always black. With it she pairs a pleated mini-skirt, also in black, and a silver chain loops around her waist. Her legs are half-hidden by a pair of knee-high leather boots that lace up the front, with a thick, chunky heel about three inches high giving her a full head on most of her gang-mates. She has a black jean jacket with tattered cuffs, and no ornaments. Around her neck is a slim silver chain with a tear-drop shaped piece of onyx. Meg?s presence isn?t often noticed when she first enters the room, and that?s the way she keeps it. No one will know when she comes or goes ? one minute your looking for her, and the next you realize she?s sitting in your lap. Her character is that of a wolf ? silent, sly, and deadly.

[b]Biography:[/b] Born to a drug-addicted mother and a dad who was never there, Megan Thomas learned to grow up by herself. She never had cute, sweet nicknames, or presents when her parents came home. Her dad was often out screwing someone other than his wife, and when he did come home, all her parents ever did was fight. So, at the age of 10, Meg ran away. The streets weren?t any easier on her than her home was, but at least it wasn?t predictable. Meg hated predictability, and the idiocy that so often went with it. Soon after she ran away, she heard, listening to a bunch of thugs, that her father had beaten her mother to death.

By the age of thirteen, Meg had somehow gotten involved with the Black Devils, and she didn?t mind. In fact, she liked it better than her old life ? here, she wasn?t just a tool. Yeah, she [b]was[/b] a tool, but she felt like she was family around them. She was quick to learn, and by the mere age of 15, she had every art perfected. Meg often paid close attention to Michael Lorenzo, who was the nephew to ?[b]the Boss[/b]?. Meg tried never to have him look directly at her ? he scared her some, but who didn?t he? When Michael become block boss of 31st Street in South Point, Meg became part of his crew.

Meg began being better at sneaking, and hiding, than anyone else in the crew. She began doing ?jobs? for people, assassinating people cleanly and effectively. A lot more money began to come in for her efforts, and she finally got what she had never wanted ? recognition by Slick Mick. Meg tried to stay out of the way, and out of sight, but sometimes she just couldn?t. He began giving her a feeling in the pit of her stomach ? a pleasant feeling, and she hated him even more for that.

When Mick didn?t come back from meeting Jaguar, Meg knew something was wrong. And she would go through Hell and back to find out what it was.

[b]Specialites:[/b] Meg is the single most dangerous assassin to walk the streets of Los Diablos. Her specialty is throwing knives of any kind, and weight, and any length. She doesn?t carry a gun; to her sensitive ears, they make to much noise. She isn?t to be messed with.

Phew! ^_^ Hope this is okay, Mike.[/size]

[Zen]

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That really went beyond my expectations. Thanks alot. I hope I get a few more posts like that. Oh, as an extra message, if anyone wants to take the role of [B]Jaguar[/B] feel free, because he will be taking a large role. But if not, then I will take his role on the side. And if anyone is wondering, I didn't include a personality slot because I wish for your characters to show their persona in your posts.[/color][/size]

[Citrus]

Name: Shi-Shi Ba

Nickname: Asian White Crane

Age: 24

Gender: Female

Affiliation: The Bloody Angels

Physical Description: Shi-Shi is very attractive, but tough looking in that Go-Go Yubari way. She has straight black hair that goes down to her shoulders, it?s very silky and almost everyone loves it. She has somewhat slanted eyes making it obvious of her Asian heritage. She has fair skin and nice blue eyes, which is very uncommon among her heritage.

Shi-Shi wears dark clothing, which makes it very hard for people to see her at night also because of her swift movement

Biography: (why your character is doing what they do, why they joined whatever they joined, where the grew up in the city, and all that jazz, but please, please make 'em good.)(Include race, height, and weight)

Specialties: Katana. Shi-Shi was trained in the exquisite art of the samurai sword and the kung fu style of the White Crane. Since she has been learning from the age of 6 she has been one of the most deadliest people in this profession. Not acting


OOC: I will edit this later.

[Akieen Cloud]

Name: Arsic Orian

Nick name: Hell's daughter

Age:25

Gender:Female

Affiliation:The Devils

Phsyical Discription:Arsic stands about 5'7. She is thin and well built,approximetly 131lbs. She is musculian and easy on the eyes at the same time. She has long jet Black hair that goes to her hips and piercing blue eyes. She wears simple clothes and does not bother with impressions. She has lightly tanned skin.Italin but her english is well honed. She wears a black cap over her hair and sungalsses that cover her eyes, she wears a silver cahin that has a curcifix on it that is blood red. She wears a cut off tanktop that is black with a grim reaper on the front and the words 'Hell's Fire' on the back. A tatoo of a scyth covered in black and bluse flames on er upper right arm. The tank top form fitting and cut just above her belly button. A wide black leather wrist band on her left wrist and a silver chain bracelet on her right wrist. She wears Blue jean hipp hugger with holes in both knees, a cahin that goes from her front left belt loop to the back one. She wears boot that go to her calves under the jeans, Black flames embroider the left leg of her jeans and halts at her left thiegh. She has a hidden scar on her back that goes from between her shoulders to her butt.

Biography:Arsic was born in the Docks. Her family being poor and under respected she was raised htere with the sewage and the rats of the city. She had to fend for herself almost all the time, her mother being ill from the poison air and her father being a drunk, wasteing the little bit of money on alchohol she had to resort to stealing her own food. She became a good theif and learned to put the blame on another person. She was 15 when her father beat her weak mother to her death, she got her mother's revenge by frming her father for a theft against the Devil's in the city, they came and killed him. they learned of her theft and took her in traing her skills to become better. She became their theif and soon their personal assasin. she didn't mind the work, her entire family dead she had no where else to go and nothing better to do. She was ruthless in her killings that she soon was known as Hell's Daughter. Saif to be wreathed from the loins of Lucifer himself. She never showed mercy to her targets. She was 20 when she was given the case that changed her life forever, a young girl, same situation as she had when she was young. Stole a sack of food from the gang and she was sent o hunt the girl down and kill her. Arsic took the job thinking it would be easy, but upon seeing the child she couldn't bring herself to kill her for the girl had stolen the food for her entire family to eat not just her. She relocated the family and told the Devil's she had taken care of them. When the late leader of the Devils passed she resighned her postion, saying she would only serve him. She moved to the Six points known as ground Zero and set up a somewhat comfortable life there. She still sits and thinks of her paths and where she should have gone but never regrets her choices. She lives in a small apartment alone in Ground Zero with her equipment and traing equipment as well.

Specialties:Theivery/assaination/hand to hand combat.

OCC: Please forgive the spelling, I'm not very good at it when I'm this tired...so please forgive me and my horrible typing...

[Kitty]

[COLOR=Blue][SIZE=1][B]Name:[/B] Katrina Cleever
[B]Nickname:[/B] Kitten
[B]Age:[/B] 25
[B]Gender:[/B] Female
[B]Affiliation:[/B] The Black Devils

[B]Physical Description:[/B] Katrina, like any gang member, keeps in shape. While not outrageously muscular, she is still strong enough to kill many men with her bare hands. Not that she'd want to, anyway. Like most long-term residents of [b]Los Diablos[/b], Katrina carries a scar. On her upper right arm, there is a large mark where she was once cut open with a knife. But more on that later.

Katrina is about 5'9" in bare feet, and about 5'11" in her boots. She has long brown hair, with a few natural golden highlights, that she keeps tied up most of the time. She's a very voluptious young woman, with a curvy shape, and she definately knows how to use it. She usually wears skimpy, or tight, t-shirts with large cargo jeans and combat boots. Katrina often wears belts, not only to keep her pants up, but for a place to stash her knife.

[B]Biography:[/B] Katrina was born to two officers of the [b]LDPD[/b], and lived in a wealthy home just outside of [b]Precinct 6[/b]. She was raised mainly by her maid, since her parents were out "protecting" the city. Ever since she was young, she knew what her parents were actually doing was far different from what they said they were doing. Isabella, her maid, was more family than her actual family. Her father usually worked the most, so when he was out and her mother was knocked out from her pills, Katrina would invite Isabella to stay the night in her large house.

At age 11, Katrina was told that she, too, was to become an officer for the Police Department. This sickened her. She refused to become a money whore, lying and cheating just to get paid an extra hundred dollars. Besides, she hated cops. She had been arrested several times for grand theft auto. But her mother, usually, bribed the arresting officer long before she got to the station. Instead, one day while her parents were at "work", she took her mother's wallet, which had several credit cards inside, and a large sack full of money she had been saving up by stealing small amounts of her father's stash at a time. Then she left with Isabella that day, and never returned home.

Of course, her parents put a little effort into finding her, but not nearly enough. If they had, they would have easily found her. But she lived with Isabella, who still worked at her parents' house. In total, Katrina had stolen about one hundred thousand dollars from her parents' home, but she rarely used it, and still has a large sum of it to this day.

While living with Isabella, Katrina learned how hard it was to live in a poor neighborhood. She rarely left the house because she was too worried that her large stash would get stolen. Often, she would sleep near the large amount of money with knives in her hands. While Isabella was away, Katrina would practice with anything she could find. She stuck to knives because they actually could do damage. After she had found a secure place to put her stash, Katrina traveled the streets near her small home. Several times, she was raped or beaten, and carries the scar from one such event. But she always came back home and practiced harder to get strong enough to fight them off. Soon, whenever someone tried to rape her, she could fight them off. After that, she began to travel more extensively, and would even kill to get others to leave her be. At age 14, she would even pick the fights just for a little practice.

One day, soon after her 17th birthday, a young man named Michael Lorenzo came strolling down her street very calmly. She was laying on the curb at the time, carving something into a dead man's leg. He paused before her, and she looked up at him. He asked her what she was doing, and she told him, very calmly, that she was cutting her initials into her latest victim's leg. When he wondered why, she replied that she always carved her initials into her victims. It was something she did to make a name for herself, so that she would no longer be taken advantage of. He asked her to come with him, and she did. On the way, she stopped by her house, left a note for Isabella, and took her money with her. She then continued with him, where he completed his hit, and took her back to his base. There, Michael told [b]the Boss[/b] of his latest find, and soon after Katrina was taken into [b]The Black Devils[/b].

Once a member, her hobbies were turned into skills, and she became a cold-blooded hitman. She could do any task given to her, and she would do them without a word. She felt no guilt, and gave no remorse. She was silent and quick at times, or made it painful and slow, depending on her mood. After one mission, she was followed back to base by a small kitten, and, in front of everyone, she shot it dead at point blank range with the Colt .45 she had just used for her hit. That was how she recieved the name "Kitten".

[B]Specialites:[/B] Give her anything, and Katrina can kill. She's adaptable to almost everything you can think of. Her favorites, though, are double barrel shotguns. She always carries a small pistol in her boot and a knife on her belt for self-defense (like any sensible person in [b]Los Diablos[/b] should).

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EDIT: Sorry if the bio's a little long.. And hope you don't mind the cameo, ReFlux. ^_^;; [/SIZE][/COLOR]

[Zen]

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Okay, if possible, I'd really like to get some [B]Bloody Angels[/B] in the sign ups, maybe a cop or two, and maybe a [B]Spook[/B] or [B]Limbo[/B] but thats not really that important.

So far, good, good, especially [B]Skye[/B] and [B]Kitty[/B]. Thats what I'm looking for. [B]O-Ren[/B], your character is okay so far, a little too oriental and in need of a Bio, but okay. [B]Lyuann[/B], you just need to fix up your spelling errors and take "The Docks" off of your affiliation, and thats it.

Thanks guys (or gals...), and keep 'em comin'![/size][/color]

[Blayze]

[SIZE=1]Name: Alexander Dante

Nickname: The End

Age: 29

Gender: Male

Affiliation: Bloody Angels

Appearance: Dante is around 6?6?, with broad shoulders, muscular arms and legs, and a flat stomach. He has silver hair which falls down over his face, and startlingly blue eyes, one of which has a small scar over it. His skin is tanned, but not very much so. He is mostly seen with stubble around his chin, as he doesn?t shave too often. On his shoulder-blades, there are tattoos of blood-red angel wings, one on each shoulder-blade. On his left arm there is a tribal-looking flame tattoo, and on his chest there is a large one in the shape of a Phoenix. He wears black trousers, with flames up one leg, and black boots with metal heels and spurs, and a black shirt and jacket. He wears black leather gloves on his hands to cover serious burn injuries from his youth.

Bio: Alexander was born to a drug-addicted father and a prostitute mother in Uptown Los Diablos. He lived with his parents, but they seriously neglected him, leaving him alone in the apartment on regular occasions, while his father bought more cocaine and his mother went out and sold her body to pay for his father?s cocaine. It was a big surprise that he didn?t die, but Alexander was a tough one.

Ever since he could walk, Alexander had trained himself to fight, with anything he could find. Broom handles, kitchen knives and even saucepans were turned into deadly weapons in Alexander?s hands.

When he was twelve, he joined a small street gang, who worked for Diego Juarez, a member of the Bloody Angels, one of the main gangs in Los Diablos. They got paid a little money each for stealing certain things from shops, vandalizing certain areas, and beating certain people senseless.

But then, as he grew older, it became apparent that Juarez was sending them into Black Devil territory to cause havoc and mayhem. They were in serious danger from the Devils, and the only way they could see to escape from the wrath of the Devils was to join the Bloody Angels, and be protected by their numbers. This was, of course Juarez?s plan all along.

Alexander and his friends quickly became the Angel?s most ruthless hit squad, and they even helped Juarez in taking out Michael Lorenzo, a high-ranking Devil, and he continues to be one of the best hitmen in the entire gang.

Specialities: Alexander can fight in close-quarters with almost anything, but since joining the Bloody Angels, he has found a certain liking for long-range weapons. He has a Desert Eagle and a Single Action Army (SAA) Revolver, which he has become extremely proficient with. His skilful executions have earned him the nickname: ?The End.?[/SIZE]

[Kamuro]

[B]Name[/B]: Nicolas Frock

[B]Nickname[/B]: Daft

[B]Age[/B]: 23

[B]Gender[/B]: Male

[B]Affiliation[/B]: The Spooks

[B]Physical Description[/B]: Nicolas is a tall slinky man. He currently resides in The Haunted House, and he would have it no other way. He does not enjoy luxuries like the others, he believes they only corrupt oneself. Most think him crazy, due to his opinion on most things. However, he is quite methodical, his sinical side just seems to get the best of him sometimes. He wears old tattered and torn clothes covered in dust from sleeping in The Haunted House. His hair white and dusty as well. He likes to keep to himself and only goes out of his way to aid The Spooks, who provide him an ideal home.

[B]Biography[/B]: Nicolas lost his parents when he was just a child. He was moved to a nearby orphanage, but he soon came to the conclusion that this life was not for him. He hated the other kids, they made fun of him, which began his tendency to be by himself. He disliked the judgement of others and refused to suffer it any longer. Only a month or so after being placed in the orphanage he ran away. They came after him of course, but he was quick and escaped easily. He grew up the rougher part of town, living among the other homeless people. He slept on the hard wet ground and wore barely anything for lack of money. But as he grew up he learned the tales of the trade.

He was an excellent thief, and an excellent dealer. He once stole a beautiful ring from a well known shop in town. A day later he returned to the store and sold back the very ring he stole the day before. He had become an expert when it came to the city, he knew almost every in and out, secret passage ways, short-cuts, everything. This aided him greatley in the field of thievery.

However, he had been finding less and less items to steal and was confused as to why this was happening. He then heard of [B]The Spooks[/B] an aid to the Black Devils, and one of the most talented forces of thievery in the city. Nicolas found himself running several errands for [B]The Spooks[/B] in return for loyalty. Eventually he was asked to join and accepted the invitation without thought. He soon earned the nickname "Daft" for his excellent thievery and ability to execute quick deaths when needed. He was crazy, and unforgiving, a deadly combination.

[B]Specialites[/B]: Nicolas specializes in thievery of course. His unrequited ability to take things that don't belong to him, without being noticed or even acknoledged. Sometimes, however, he is discovered and has been trained adquately to defend himself. He keeps hidden blades in his sleeves that connect to his hand. When needed he is able to extend the blades from his sleeves and use them as he pleases.

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