Beware of The Dogs [Triad | Mafia | Superhuman | LGBTQ-Friendly] - CLOSED

[Timeless]

~snipsnip~

Please post the character sheet in the accepted characters thread here.

I had checked both your sheets, Curvy and Outlaw. There's some things I need to work out with you guys, but the sheets are looking great so far!

Also.. whoever has approved sheets, go ahead and post in the OOC Thread. Make connections with people, etc etc etc. XD I'll be making more threads, especially for avatar requests and more.

[CurvyKitten]

Might message you later for some ideas (depending on what Timeless says about my character)

If this is to me...WOOT! hehe looking forward to it.

Please post the character sheet in the accepted characters thread here.

I had checked both your sheets, Curvy and Outlaw. There's some things I need to work out with you guys, but the sheets are looking great so far!

Also.. whoever has approved sheets, go ahead and post in the OOC Thread. Make connections with people, etc etc etc. XD I'll be making more threads, especially for avatar requests and more.

Nods~  pm box is open! you also has yim :)

[Timeless]

~snipsnip~

OFF WITH YOU. GO TO THE APPROVED SECTION.

[Lynnette]

Aaaaand my sheet is done ^_^

https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=233979.msg11518650#msg11518650
( ^ In case you're like me and find it really hard to read black-on-blue.)

Finished character sheet

Name: Samantha Everett
Nickname: Sam, Mrs. Everett
Age: 37
Sexuality: Bisexual
Blood Status: Human
Twilight Rank: N/A
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Occupation: Runs the triad-owned club.

Height: 5'7"
Weight: 142lbs
Hair Colour: Black
Eye Colour: Brown
Distinguishing Features: N/A
Face Claim: Denise Milani

Personality:

Silver-tongued - Smooth talking, excellent manipulator. Samantha knows well how to express herself in order to get under someone's skin in one way or another, both in terms of wording and body-language.

Calm - Takes a lot to truly infuriate or distress her, her mind works intelligently and efficiently, and rarely resort to showing any form of distressed emotion unless intentional.

Indifferent - A true follower of survival of the fittest. Having lived for many years in Ergastulum, Samantha has grown used to the nature of the city, and has grown comfortable with the thought of expecting people to get shot or stabbed sooner or later. Her acceptance for death is rather high, and it would take someone standing very close to her to truly move her.

Classy - A person for the finer life, at least as far as Ergastulum can offer. Whilst one can hardly call running a gang-owned club as living the finer life, she does a good job, and has a solid moneyflow. Things like fine wine and luxury is a fine shortcut to her heart.

Clean-handed - Despite being capable of doing some extent of the dirtier work herself, Samantha is far more of the kind to outsource the work. She finds it below herself to have to resort to dealing with nuisances by her own hands, and would much rather spend a couple extra bucks to hire someone capable to do it for her.

History: Samantha grew up most of her life on the eastern coast of the US, most of which spent in Atlanta and New York. In a lot of ways, she was a very privileged child as well. She had parents with good, stable jobs, and as she grew older, she got the option to go to college, an option she picked up on, and later graduated with a degree in mathematics. Soon after she got her degree, she managed to find herself a good job at a rapidly growing company.

With the company having just jumped out of its establishing period, the higher-ups were inexperienced, and for a college-graduate drowning in loans, any available source of money was very willingly accepted. With the company's growth-rate, there were no good estimate for a yearly income, which presented good ground for her as the only person actually doing the maths to garner a couple extra bucks to help with her loans. While she would make sure to keep the money neutrally kept, keeping it under the banking radar, over the course of two years of stealing portions of the revenue that had been growing steadily over the time elapsed, she was eventually caught. After all, she could hardly be called a criminal mind. While she had willingly and knowingly committed to a criminal act, she lacked the inside knowledge to cover every trail.

In the end, with some clever wording and gentle manipulation, Samantha was offered a plea deal. Instead of serving multiple years in prison and have even more money to pay, she got the option of ending up in Ergastulum instead and make herself a new life there. Since she could hardly stomach the thought of seeing her family and friends, and that she would have no chance of getting a similar job in the future, she took the offer, and with that, a new life was started.

The initial stages were, as one would expect, bulky to say the least. Coming from a solid middle-class life to a place like Ergastulum was like night and day.The reality of the situation didn't really hit her until she found herself completely broke, struggling with getting food to live to the next day. She ended up bouncing between a lot of jobs she would never have imagined herself do. Anything from small day-jobs as a messenger or the likes to prostitution, whatever paid was good enough.

Eventually, over the course of this, she got in contact with the current club-supervisor. With the reality of Ergastulum well crammed in by now, the nature of the city didn't phase her at all anymore. She had somehow gotten accustom to seeing the occasional corpse in the streets, hookers working corners and druggies trying to supply their addictions. As with that, she had learned what it could mean to work for someone, and the fundamental risks of it. However, she garnered a good relationship with the current supervisor, and eventually got employed to do "All the work I can't be assed to do", which in turn ended up being more or less all the work.

Eventually, the current club-supervisor ended up passing away under some shady circumstances, with some rather obvious pointers at a certain someone, although at that point, he had mostly just been a headpiece, with her doing all the work without getting a grain of credit for it, so it was a natural progression that she took over the supervising role of the club, a task she has stayed true to for several years now.

Weapons: Has a needle-sharp hairpin she commonly wears or keep on her body. While not a mass-murder weapon, it can easily be used to take out a person or two silently. Aside from that, there is a high-caliber assault-rifle stashed away in a dresser in her office, but it very rarely sees the light of day, and is usually treated more as a medium-range sharpshooter rifle than a direct combat weapon.
Skills:

Economics/Management - Being both a college graduate and having many years of supervision experience, Samantha has a solid portion of knowledge on both the fields of economical management and general management such as organizing events, keeping control over multiple tasks simultaneously, and generally making sure that everything she has in her hands go as planned.

Precision - While she can hardly be called a soldier, Samantha can be deadly precise as far as unaware targets go. She's not a mass murderer by any stretch of the imagination, but she can willingly take out a person or two as long as they aren't aware of her presence, usually by poking a hole in their throat with her needle. She is semi-capable of operating a rifle, but she's reluctant of embracing it, it becomes more of a if-I-need-too scenario. As far as where her knowledge of both parts come from, the knowledge of both originate from various small-jobs she picked up on before ending up running the club.

People-handling - A solid manipulator and very skilled in the art of reading people by looking at their body-language and various other key-factors. Another thing that just came over the years, Samantha has picked up a solid knowledge-base and is very easily capable of dragging conversations in the directions that she favor by reading the other person to find out what would be the easiest way to get her will. She has quickly rose to become one of those who just happens to know everything that goes on everywhere, through having a vast number of sources from every edge of town. She usually has a word or two to share for the right price as well.

O&Os: Specifics for this character - Breastplay
In general though, please PM me before any sex-scenes, and we can talk it out there, I prefer not to list set kinks and fetishes, but rather adapt things as they go on.

[Timeless]

~snipsnip~

Off with you go!

[Timeless]

~snipsnip~

>3> NEXT SHEET! *shooes writer away* Off with you now.

[Timeless]

We officially started our IC threads! But that doesn't mean I won't be accepting new players and new characters! We might be needing more male characters, but it isn't a big issue. Looking forward to seeing new faces around!

[Kokaine]

*whispers and sets out a plate of chocolate*

Wouldn't mind a buddy/partner/whatever for my Domino to get into trouble chill with... just sayin'

[Amelita]

-sneaks in here while pondering a concept-

[Timeless]

-sneaks in here while pondering a concept-

<3! Yaaaaaay~ We'll talk more on YIM when we have the chance! XD

[Pink Professional]

Well, You got me Timeless. I'm interested.

*Goes to work on a character*

[Renegade Vile]

I think I shall be throwing my lot in here with the rest of you. I am still pondering options, but I do have a face claim already.

Name: Roman Zelenko
Nickname: Zel
Age: 32
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Blood Status: Human
Twilight Rank: N/A
Ethnicity: Ukrainian
Occupation: Casino manager

Height: 1 meter 93 (6'3")
Weight: 91 kg (200 lb)
Hair Colour: Black
Eye Colour: Brown
Distinguishing Features: Pronounced scars all around his throat, a fer smaller ones across his body. A tattoo across his chest and one across his back.
Face Claim: Luke Evans

Personality:

• Sociopath: Roman wasn't born the way he is, even if he had always been a little fast and loose with the rules and most likely had a penchant for antisocial personality disorder, but a stable family life kept it in check. A life long of inflicting and going through suffering has slowly blunted him to the responsibilities and consequences of his actions. Slowly but surely, his mind has cracked under strain, duress, immense feelings of guilt, stress and anxiety to cause him to simply flip the switch and turn it all off. In this sense, he is a broken man. He sees most people as little more than pawns to be moved, though he takes no pleasure in doing so. There is only him and his survival. The lives of everyone around him are tailored to suit that need. There are long-term exceptions that create notions of loyalty, but overall, Roman is about as cold and intimidatingly callous a man as you will ever meet.
• Cynical: He had always been a bit of a pessimist, but his years spent as a mercenary has turned him into a truly cynical individual. Exposure to the ugliest faces of politics and society have put a sober and surrealist note on just about anything he perceives around him. He takes little joy in life anymore and is wary of anything brought before him as if it were fact, or worthy of praise or contempt. He will make that out for himself, and question anything or anyone that says differently.
• Judgmental: Despite being a fine piece of work himself, Roman had taken it upon himself to judge others for their actions. While greed and the corrupted wealthy are favored targets, none are above his gaze of contempt. When he witnesses an act, he will make up his mind about a person or situation and little will be able to sway him from it. He will have appraised you, and categorized you exactly where you fit in. More often than not, the negative bins are overflowing, while the positive ones are starving.
• Vengeful: Roman has a very long list of names of people who got on his bad side, and that list is showing no signs of getting shorter. More than a vengeful streak, Roman harbors intense anger, resentment and hatred towards many people around him. In most cases, one either leaves him cold, or becomes a target. With the means the Triads have given him, few people that earn themselves his ire have lived to tell the tale, and he has every intention of one day retroactively applying his new method of retribution on everyone who has ever slighted him.
• Honorable: Despite everything, Roman still holds onto the tiniest shred of decency he once had. Somewhere behind layers of indifference and contempt are lines he will not cross. Considering some of the horrible acts he has committed over the years, though, the nature of these lines seem random to others, but they always make perfect sense to him. Not surprising, he sticks to these final inhibitions feverishly, as even his callous and uncaring mind knows that if he does away with those limits, he will be lost forever. Among these is his penchant to hold true to his word. While they are not common, a promise from him is one you can trust. He will not try to trick you, he will not try to twist words, and he will hold himself to his word as best he can.

History: Roman hails from a fairly humble town in Ukraine, near the border of Russia. His childhood was not the most comfortable imaginable, but compared to the poverty-stricken families whose children he befriended from time to time, he knew barely making ends meet was far better than not making it at all. Schooling was in short supply, but his father had had a full high school education when he was younger and was able to impart a significant amount of that knowledge to his son. His mother was also relentless with taking the time to touch the young boy how to read and write. While he would always lack behind those able to afford school, leftover and cheap books at least gave him a chance to catch up. Most of the rest of the time was spent helping his father with deliveries or aiding his mother with housework or chores. However, an accident took his father's mobility away from him, putting the entire family at risk of losing what little they owned. After trying to hold down a number of jobs - some simultaneously - while barely sixteen, he eventually decided to try and join the army instead. Despite protests from his mother, both parents knew this was likely the only way for them to get any kind of financial security, and most of his wages, however meager they might be, could go to putting food on the table for them.

Roman's life of hard work paid off in that the strict discipline and physical demands at boot camp did not push him to the breaking point. Biting through blood, sweat and tears, he managed to complete the training he was given with flying colors. His success was such that it quickly earned him the opportunity to attempt to join the Ukrainian special forces. Despite warnings of how brutal the training could be, and persistent rumors that life among those men was not always what it seemed, he knew his current wage was not going to support his ailing father and struggling mother for long. So, he accepted, and began the next step of his career when he was twenty-one years old. They had not lied about the difficulty of the training and disciplining he received next. But, despite terrible psychological and physical stress, he managed to struggle his way through the training and earn his place among the reported finest of his nation. His life took a darker turn from that point onward though, as matters started to spiral out of control.

To those with the time and money to stay informed, it was a public secret that corruption guided the hands of some of the officers governing the military. After all, they were appointed and paid by politicians who would stop at nothing to stay in their comfortable office. The right amount of money, in the right hands, quickly led to extremism, and the use of some units of the special forces for heinous causes. Roman was stuck. Those he thought he could trust demanded he cooperate and keep his lips sealed, or he and his family would be silenced. The officers paying his monthly wage offered him more than enough to keep his parents comfortable and taken care of, so long as played ball. They had realized by that point that he had potential, and it would have been a waste of the effort it took to get him trained if they just put a bullet in his head then and there, or transferred him to a different unit where he could leak secrets he should not. He was young, weak, and alone. He took the money. Kept his mouth. And did as he was told like a good soldier.

Assassinations, shooting at protesters, covert strikes on Ukrainian and foreign targets alike, unsanctioned attacks on even civilian targets if they proved too much of a nuisance; any innocence Roman had left was snuffed out in the span of a few months. He had learned about the power of greed the hard way, both personally, and through the corrupt actions of others. But what could he do? His hands were tied! And those same hands grew very bloody after two years; bloody enough to reach a breaking point after an incident saw him "forced" to cut the throat of an innocent woman. It was either that, or he would have been killed for insubordination along with her by the men ordering him to go through with it before she could scream. He had had enough. He had been cowardly for years, and he chose the coward's way out again. By running away.

He tried to warn his parents after he hit the road. Tried to tell them to leave their home behind and meet him some place they wouldn't be waiting for him. But he was too late. An overnight fire had claimed his parental home and the lives of two upstanding members of the community. He had been foolish for showing up, an act that forced him to flee from pursuers. He was quickly labeled an outlaw, a deserter and a national traitor. Stories about him leaking secrets were spread and most of the nationalistic people in his homeland were riled up to hate him. He knew he could no longer hide there, so he skipped the border and tried to find a new life elsewhere.

His legal status and nationality essentially ruined any chance of him finding proper work, which left only one avenue open given the skills and lifestyle he had been taught over the years: mercenary work. He was perfectly aware of how little he would be able to wash himself clean of the blood on his hands in that line of work. But what was he supposed to do? Work as a delivery boy? Again, he took the coward's way out and joined the first company that would have him. Under normal circumstances, being told one was good at their job would be a point of pride and an elevation of self-worth. But when some mercenary tickets saw you gunning down freedom fighters whose cause was nowhere near as unrighteous as the local media made it out to be, those words rung hollow. By the time he had been in the business for three years, he had all but stopped caring. He still felt guilt. He still had a conscience. Somewhere. But he lived comfortably, and cynicism had taken a hold completely.

He did not stay out of trouble forever. Near the start of his fourth year with the company, a small detachment of them were sent to deal with a local crime lord in the middle of nowhere in South America. The people that hired them wanted the man gone, but given that he had a private army and extorted the locals out of everything they had, what they could afford wasn't much. Still, the opportunity remained worth the risks for the higher ups, and Roman was sent along to serve as a bit more experience among rookies. The ticket did not go well. A few days of fighting resulted in the mercenary force being handed a resounding defeat. Only three of the men survived, among them Roman, and were taking captive by the head of the organization. The man had long since taken leave of his senses. Driven to madness by paranoia and psychopathic behavior that had always plagued him, he grew obsessed with the men that had dared to try and oust him. They were chained in a dungeon. Tortured endlessly. Two of them died, but Roman persisted. But the torture took on an even darker turn when the man wanted to claim Roman's voice, for the simple reason that he liked his screams. To this day, Roman bears the meritorious and poorly healed scars on his throat where a blade had cut to take away his voice. It was a miracle no lethal damage had been mended, though in the years after, Roman grew ever more certain that his survival was only because the sick torturer knew all too well how and where to cut.

During those long weeks, Roman grew detached and even a bit unhinged. When he could no longer scream, he would bash away at the bars fruitlessly in a desperate effort to escape. All he could see was how his torturer ate the finest foods, and enjoyed all the luxuries of life, while he wasted away in damp and mold. But the man lost interest after a while, instead deeming it more fitting to torture young women plucked from nearby villages. As cruel as it was to think that way, Roman was happy. It gave him reprieve. Time to think and plan. He no longer cared about what happened to others. He just needed to get out of there. There was no guilt anymore. No conscience. No concept of what consequences his actions had for the safety of others. Why should he care? When others never did for him. It was juvenile, but in his state, it made sense. When a guard finally made a mistake, Roman took the opportunity and grasped his freedom. He cannot remember what happened then. He remembers a lot of blood, and a lot of screaming. But when he came to his senses and he crashed from a lack of adrenaline, he found he was safe; or safer than he had been.

The next year of his life was spent on the road and recovering. He began to travel north, mending his wounds and trying to cope with the memories and his disability. He taught himself sign language and other ways of communicating, and he kept himself fed by doing whatever jobs he could wherever he was passing through. Much of that was work for criminal elements, but the look of fear in innocent people's eyes no longer phased him. He had locked away that side of him along with the rest of the misery of a very long and dark chapter of his life. He lived in the there and then, there was no past and no future. Just him, and his survival. He still stuck to hints of a code of conduct that was once perceived as being proper and humane, but when it came to racketeering, abuse and murder, he began to care less and less. He should have sought out help long before then. But he continued to choose the coward's way out, and ran from responsibility.

It was around this time that he arrived in Ergastulum. He had heard of the city's reputation, and figured there could be some work in it for him. But, integrating into the dangerous society of the city was not so easy when there was no-one there to guide him, and teach him the ropes. There was no-one that could tell him who to talk to, and who to avoid all eye contact with, at all costs. He was in the city for less than three days when he had already gotten himself in trouble with people far too numerous and dangerous for him to handle alone. For once, though, luck was on his side, as a pair of observant eyes had been watching what was transpiring in that alleyway. A man names Moses stepped forth, backed by enforcers that were armed to the teeth. The rival gangmembers did not stand a chance as they either fled or were riddled with bullets. When all was over, there was only Roman on the ground, injured.

He was given an offer. Work for the Triads and earn a living, or die in that alley before he became a threat. What choice did he have? In his eyes, Moses was an upgrade compared to what he had been working for. The man ran a competent... business, and what else could he possibly do? Roman accepted, and found himself climbing the ranks slowly, but surely.

For the last five years, Roman's been fulfilling a role very unlike what one would expect of him. While still a part-time enforcer, given his deadly skill in many forms of combat, his role in the organization has taken on a decidedly monetary turn. Among the establishments that the Triads ran in the city of Ergastulum was an ever-expanding casino called "Lucky Number 8". But, its original manager decided to take more than his cut allowed, and had done so for years by that point. It seemed it was time for him to be replaced, which opened up an opportunity that Moses knew Roman would enjoy. The leader of the Triads was one of the few people who knew about parts of the broken soldier's past, and he was perfectly aware of his aversion to displays of wealth, greed and corruption. What better place to put a man that would love nothing more than to take away all the money the greedy have earned, and put it in pockets that would make proper use of it? It was a gamble, go figure, but Roman found managing such a place to be far more in line with his capabilities than he expected. While a rough ride at first, he was given the time to learn and adjust, and the casino soon became one of the biggest cash-cows for the Triads, as well as a safe house for any of their members that find themselves in more trouble than they can handle...

Roman's financial situation may have improved, but his mental health has not. He remains detached, uncaring and cynical. On top of that, he has gained a bit of a reputation among those who know him. Rumors of all kinds circulate about him. That he is a murderer, a sadist, a rapist, a torturer and more. How much of all that is true? How much of it is fabricated because no one ever hears him speak and no one really knows where he came from? He makes no effort to counter any of it. Better they fear him as a monster than believe he might be one of the more decent souls left in that wretched city.

Weapons: He never goes anywhere without at least a handgun on him, and two or three knives of varying sizes, including a military-issue combat dagger. Anything he can get his hands on can be used to kill, but he tends to favor small firearms, rifles and his own body. Roman has been trained extensively to incapacitate or kill, and is a dangerous opponent to face due to lifelong experience with combat and the ability to think on his feet and not rely completely on trained martial arts (even if his expertise is considerable).
Skills: Hand-to-hand combat specialist (military martial arts, boxing, sambo and hapkido), firearms (various types), basic business management.

O&Os: Purely in terms of sexual content, my personal O&Os apply, though Roman himself has precious little interest in romantic or sexual pursuits. He may bed to sate bodily needs, or even manipulate another into doing what he wants them to. But an actual relationship is a long-shot. Not impossible, but a long-shot.

EDIT: I believe I am all done with this.
EDIT: GM-requested changed applied.

[Flower]

-loves that face claim-

[CurvyKitten]

-loves that face claim-

+1 definitely +1!!!!

[Timeless]

Well, You got me Timeless. I'm interested.

*Goes to work on a character*

I think I shall be throwing my lot in here with the rest of you. I am still pondering options, but I do have a face claim already.

[Niferbelle]

*peeks in and has a look around*

[Renegade Vile]

Done and done. I edited my original post above to contain the completed sheet. Please inform me of anything that may need changing.

[Amelita]

WIP

Name: Caitlin Blake
Nickname: Cat, Kate, Katy, (and the not so accepted: Red, Ginger, Tits and Kitty)
Age: 30
Sexuality: Heteroflexible
Blood Status: Human
Ethnicity: Irish American
Occupation: Shop owner. (See info on Silk)

Height: 5'6
Weight: Where it should be, sugar.
Hair Colour: Red
Eye Colour: Blue
Distinguishing Features: A very prominent hourglass shape (which is just a polite way to say huge tits and hips to match), luscious red locks
Face Claim: Christina Hendricks

Personality: (List at least five words that would best describe your character and explain the terms further. You can even write a summary of your character's personality instead.)

History: (Where was your character born? How did your character grow up? How did they end up in Ergastulum?)

Silk Interior
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Silk:

Weapons: (Your character can own about two weapons, though if the first weapon is a gun, the second weapon should be something different. I'm rather flexible about this though. If you would like your character to own a rifle, your character can own a type of handgun.)
Skills:
It's not personal, baby. Business savvy. She has a knack for spotting lucrative opportunities, has a good eye for finance management, reads the clientèle for what's hot and what's losing appeal and finds way to take advantage of it.
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O&Os: See general ons and offs here, prominent for this character would be exhibitionism, confident men, breast play, vertical surfaces, lingerie and toys, romance, accents and intelligence. She likes to be seduced... And then taken. But on her terms. Tricky one ::) Offs are my offs.

[Outlaw Fallen]

So... I'm already considering a second character and stuck between using Matt Bomer and Coby Bell. Thoughts?

[Pink Professional]

Name: Daniel O’Hare
Nickname: Danny the Chopper, Buzzkill, Todd
Age: Thirty One
Sexuality: Bisexual
Blood Status: Hagure (Twilight Father)
Twilight Rank: B/0 (Speed)
Ethnicity: Irish Immigrant
Occupation: Owner and Head Chef of The Dragon Eye's Restauran. A Triad owned Restaurant.

Height: 6 foot 2
Weight: 196 lbs (Just shy of 89 Kg)
Hair Colour: Ginger
Eye Colour: Hazel
Distinguishing Features: Numerous scars dot his body in various places; most notably on his knuckles, where a few deep gouges have long since healed and scabbed up. He is shown nearly always carrying a battered, dingy ring on the same necklace as his tags, a memento of something?
Face Claim: Michael Fassbender

Personality: In Five words: Protective, Charismatic, Meticulous, Driven, and Flirty Good-Natured.

In a more detailed diagnostic of his character, Daniel O'Hare is a man who works hard for what he has, and will work harder still to keep it. He cherishes the moment, and the things within it, because he knows how rapidly it can be snatched away. Part of this is reflected in how hard he works and how stringent he is in preparing for the future. If it comes to his workplace, he finds the devil in the details; missing absolutely nothing and demanding absolutely everything. His nature is borderline-Obsessive when it comes to the Dragon’s Eye, because it is his life now.

Amongst the Triad, Daniel is known to be an extremely likable man. He is good-humoured, witty, smooth, and honourable. He doesn’t long leave debts unfilled, of any kind, and he is known to be a very good person to work for or with. If not for his over-flirty nature, or for his compensation, he would probably be considered an ideal business partner. Sadly, his Compensation leaves him more easily drained than most. His stamina is fine, but after being awake for more than six or seven hour at a time, his body almost demands more sleep.

Other than his Restaurant, Daniel is known to take the odd job for the Triad that involves a little more…force. Much like with his work as a Cook and a Businessman, he demands a lot from himself: forcing the meticulous professionalism in his duties as he does elsewhere. He does have a tendency to be a little more forgiving than other Twilights, often letting any lackeys who surround a target leave unharmed…That is unless the lackeys posed a threat to what is his. Then he, like any other Twilight or Hagure, can be a very, very brutal man.

History: Born in Dublin, Ireland; even from there, Danny was not safe from the influence of Ergastulum. The result of an illegitimate tryst between his human mother and her Twilight bodyguard, he was left to deal with the stigma of his father's affliction. His mother had once been a woman of a higher social class, hence the ability to own a bodyguard, but after Daniel's birth, she was given a payoff and told to leave. In Ireland, Danny lived a fairly comfortable life. His father worked odd jobs and his mother ran a pub. The two could afford Celebre for Daniel and for his father, and had enough left over to enjoy a few small luxuries. Life continued this way until Danny was in his teens. It was from his father that Daniel learned to cook, a talent that would blossom in later years, albeit in…unusual ways.

Eventually, as is so common for Twilights, Danny's father started to deteriorate rapidly due to the toxic effects of Celebre. He knew that the two wouldn't be able to live comfortably in Ireland any more, since Celebre was so difficult to get a hold of outside of Ergastulum. They had been getting the drug through one of his father's connections in the city, and so Danny's father called in a few favours and had Danny and his mother transported to Ergastulum; the only place that they would be able to afford the drug Daniel's life depended on. At first, Daniel protested fiercely against forcing the move on his mother, going as far as to stop taking his pills. When the Celebre withdrawals started, he was soon put straight, and he was put on the plane for Ergastulum with his mother, and his dying father.

A few days after landing, having set his son and wife up with a little shop in the city, Daniel's father died of Celebre poisoning. Things seemed fine enough in Ergastulum, and Daniel started working in his mother's shop; cooking in the back and selling the goods at a street stall. Business was good enough, but he noticed that if he ever accidentally showed his tags, his sales dropped instantly. In one case, even, he was beaten for selling his goods after his tags slipped out, and was hospitalised for several weeks with a number of broken bones and a concussion.

When he recovered, Danny found himself practicing more and more with how to defend himself. He found he was supernaturally dextrous, and honed his already skilled hands to wield a knife in ways that would make a human weep. His speed was one thing, but it was his precision that was perhaps most scary thing. It was always strange to Daniel that his talent for fighting would evolve from what his father had taught him so long ago about cooking.

Soon though, he found his mother suffering for his blood. A member of the Anti-twilight groups found out about his father and mother's relationship, and started to pester her incessantly. At first it was simple harassment: but soon enough it became stalking, and then it grew to threats of violence and rape. One time, he caught the man attempting to pin his mother down, while he was out; and he managed to break it up by calling the police. He knew he had to obey the three laws, and it burned him to do so.

A few weeks of silence had Danny thinking his mother was safe, and he started to go about his normal routine. Ever since he'd sharpened up his skills, he'd started to take some more high-paying wet work. He didn't tell his mother about it, for fear of scaring her, but in a week and a half he'd gone from a D/5 to a C/1 and was rising in rank and favour rapidly. At this point, he was working for members of the first wave of the Imperial Nines Triad. All of the extra work was netting him a tidy profit, and he decided to invest it into a business; A restaurant. He moved out of his mother's place to work on the restaurant: renovations and the like.

A few weeks later, he got a disturbing message from his mother and rushed home to find her bleeding and on the floor, and the original assailant was back. This time, he had a couple mercenaries. The two men tried to overpower Daniel, but he quickly sniffed them out as Twilights and smashed their skulls against the wall. Just as he was about to do the same thing with his mother's stalker, he ordered Daniel to stop. Daniel knew he couldn't directly harm the man. It was the Twilight's first law, after all. He gritted his teeth as the man started to lay into him, punching and kicking and abusing Daniel. He took the beating without flinching, but as soon as the man turned to move towards his door, Daniel grabbed his wrist and glared into the man's eyes. He offered him a simple warning. "You will pay for this."

His mother died from the injuries, and Danny was left alone in Ergastulum. The thugs he'd beaten were a much higher rank than him, and he was promoted in rank all the way up to a B/0. With his new rank, and with the connections he'd made with the Triad, he offered them a trade; His service for a chance at revenge.

The sting was simple. They invited the man for a meal, and the man had greedily accepted. He didn't know much about The Imperial Nines Triad; no-one did back then. When food was served, it was some of the most splendid looking dishes that either had ever seen. The man greedily bit into the food, and after two bites, he was clawing at his throat. It was like his throat was on fire, and blood leaked out of every orifice; his eyes, his ears, his nose. The Triad member clapped, and in walked Danny. He stared at the man, watching him die from the poison in the food. He leaned in close to the dying man, before speaking into the man's ear. "I warned yah.”

A day later, he started renovations on his restaurant; turning it into the Dragon Eye's, and he began his unofficial affiliation with the Imperial Nines Triad. Ever since, his establishment has served as a popular hang-out for the Triad's members, and even has the honour of hosting a number of important events and parties. All of this thanks to the hard work and devotion of Daniel. He has been in this partnership for a good 5 years now.

Weapons: Knives (Primary) Handgun (Secondary) - If Daniel is doing Wet Work for the Triad, he is normally seen with a set of six knives, all about four inches in length and serrated. He is skilled enough with them that he can peel flesh from bone and muscle without breaking a sweat. If he is forced to, he can throw the knives, but he has a backup Sig-Sauer P226 for when keeping at range is the most important part of the mission.

Rarely, Daniel will be tasked with a different type of wet-work. For Daniel has a unique talent with poison that makes him even more terrifying than his tag would have you know. No one knows how many victims Daniel's poisons have claimed, for they are nigh-undetectable, given sufficient prep time.

Skills: Cooking and Business work, General Mercenary Work, Poisons and Toxins.

O&Os: Most anything is up for debate, excluding; Scat, Vore, Gore, Beastiality and other Toilet play.

[Timeless]

>3> All these new addition to the faceclaims.. I approve of this greatly!

I read your sheet, Renegade! I'll be PMing you in just a bit to edit some stuff in your profile but everything else looks very good!

[Flower]

So... I'm already considering a second character and stuck between using Matt Bomer and Coby Bell. Thoughts?

For this setting and depending on your concept, I vote Coby Bell. :-)

[Timeless]

So... I'm already considering a second character and stuck between using Matt Bomer and Coby Bell. Thoughts?

I was about to get to this, but Flower got the same idea. I would say Coby Bell too. XD

[Amelita]

Flower has graciously offered me her intimates-shop owner concept, which I'm of a mind to accept. Just as an update ::)

I'll work on a sheet tonight <3

[Flower]

Glad to help. I might change my work in progress to a restaurant owner. Everyone likes food.

Edit: Just noticed Pinks idea. Pm incoming.