The Life of a Gang

[Kolath]

Rules: Just some basics most should be obvious.
1. Follow all site rules (Duh)
2. Use (()) or [[]] to mark out OOC chat, and keep it to a minimum.
3. Never control another character without permission from that person. If you have permission just put a short ((ooc)) at the bottom saying so.
4. NPCs are free use, if someone else is using that NPC right when you want to show common cutesy ask if it is okay to use them now unless it clear they have finished with them.
5. If you don't post for 3 days we are going to skip your turn to post. If you are skipped 3 times in a row we will assume you lost interest and just keep going. This is just to keep the rp going. If you are going to be gone for awhile let someone know and give them permission to post as your character.
6. If I find more rules are needed I will add them.

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Profiles:

Name: Roger Kuust

Age: 19

Profession: Currently a held back senior in high school, has a part time job at a garage.

Physical Description: Stands 6'8", tipping the scales at a good 250 lbs. Roger is built large and solid, with broad shoulders, a wide neck, squared jaw, and heavy muscle. He keeps his black hair slicked back, thick with gunk, grime, and grease. About the only soft feature on the man is his hazel eyes. Otherwise he has a tough look about him. He has been scrapping most of his life, and working with his hands. His skin is tough and calloused, his nose set off center, slightly to his right after it healed badly following a particularly bad scrap.

Short history: Roger has had problems with structure and leaders most of his life. His earliest memories are of fist fights and wrestling matches with his elder brother when Daniel tried to boss him around. This trend followed him right into school, where he got into fights nearly once a week, usually with other, older, bigger students as Roger himself grew up quite short. For the most part this was left alone as "Boys being boys", since no serious injuries occurred on school grounds. The troubles followed him elsewhere though, playgrounds, the neighborhood, parks, often getting very violent and bloody. Roger himself started to turn into a rage-a-holic, prone to flying off the handle over the smallest thing. As he hit puberty it only got worse, hormones, combined with a heavy growth spurt left him the biggest, the strongest, and used to fighting and taking what he wanted. Soon it wasn't kids that he was picking fights with, but even some adults. A swing taken at a bus driver ended up getting him suspended for the rest of the year, leading to him repeating his senior year, not that he was a scholar to start with. His parents forced him to get a job when he was out of school, one he kept to this day, working at a garage. It's one of the few times he is not revving to fight, working on cars. Now he's fallen in with the gang, not out of any particular real desire other than enjoying a good row and knowing that they are the sort that can appreciate his talents and use his talents. He loves the fights, and is always willing to jump in and defend the gang's turf.

Name: Darla Marrow

Age: 17

Description: She is 5'2 and a half. She has shoulder length black hair and sharp facial features. Her eyes are light blue doe eyes and she looks much like a puppy shaking a bit as she usually does by habit. Her chest is nicely developed and she is a little petite because her parents didn't watch her health for a while. Though she is short, the most eye catching thing about her is her long legs. Loves to wear jean jackets.

Personality: Delicate, timid, playful, cheeky, nervous nature, flinchy, puppy like.... buuuut if you mess with her too far she can explode big time. She has a serious temper if you manage to push her over the deep end.

History: Grew up in a rough house with parents who always fought violently. They used to throw things at each other, but they would never divorce because Darla's mother didn't believe in divorce. Instead, it caused hell to break loose in their home and her mother would beat her once and a while. Darla often takes off and won't come back for days on end because she is spending time with the gang. Her parents wouldn't give a hang where she was and if she died or whatnot.

She found the gang was the only place she could go to forget about all the BS back at home.

Name: Stephanie â??Sparrowâ? Cooper

Age: 16

Description: She is only 5 feet tall and a hundred pounds, but she knows how to use her slight build to her advantage. She looks too cute to be in a gang, and doesnâ??t seem to have much muscle. She has large hazel eyes and long dark brown hair with sun-kissed gold and red highlights. Her breasts are rather large for her frame, and she tends to fix her skirt outside of school and home so that it is a lot shorter than it should be.

History: She comes from a rough family, where her dad verbally abuses her with no help from her mom, so she tries to stay out of the house as much as possible like her older and younger brothers. She does her best to stay a good girl around her family so she can escape her troubles when sheâ??s at home. She a junior in high school, and guys seem to be drawn to her. She has had to beat a few of them up in the past to get them to stop staring, flirting, or pinching her ass. She never got in trouble for it because the boys werenâ??t dumb enough say that a girl beat them up. No one calls her by her name, and the only ones that know it are her family and the leader of the gang. Everyone else calls her Sparrow, including her brothers. She prefers the life in the gang to life at home, since it really is a better family than what she has.

Personality: Playful, occasionally flirty, has a long temper and gives fair warning to those who upset her before she takes them out. When she does explode, however, someone has to pick her up and carry her away before she can begin to calm down enough to deal with anyone else. Growing up with an older and a younger brother taught her not to back down from a fight, and to keep fighting as long as she can.

Name: Jacob â??Falconâ? Rawlins

Age: 20

Description: Falcon stands 6â?? 3â? combined with his broad shoulders and strong arms he was clearly a ladiesâ?? man. His copper red hair hung down to his shoulders and his piercing emerald eyes seemed at time to be able to read into your very soul. Though he is strong his muscles are long and lean not bulking out like so many other gang leaders like.

History: Jacob was the top student in his school. His mind was sharp and his I.Q. off the chart. But as so many that are extremely smart he was bored with school. They offered no challenge to him, he was already thinking in advanced mathematics that his teachers wouldnâ??t understand. He was a true prodigy, but to everyone else he was a trouble maker. There was no one there that could understand his gift so they saw it as a curse. So he made it one.

He turned his brilliant mind to trouble making. Ever since the age of six he would do things to the school to the other students all to outsmart the teachers, and he always got away with it. The only reason he ever got caught was when he turned himself in because he had become bored with their attempts to find who it had been. As he got older it moved out of the school and started into stumping the police, he learned all the tricks knowing how to get around all their detection methods.

He started to gang to start teaching otherâ??s his tricks because it had become boring just doing them himself. All he wanted was a constant challenge, and if no one gave him them he would make them himself.

Personality: Extremely intelligent he tends to sit for hours in his own thoughts. He says nothing that isnâ??t needed. Most think him as brooding but they couldnâ??t understand the thoughts going through his mind. He can beat anyone he puts his mind too and controls every member of the gang either through force or outsmarting them.

Name: Ryder Payne

Age: 19

Description: He has short blond hair and piercing blue eyes. He has the type of looks that you would see in an ambercrombie or aerepastal magazine just a much bigger build, but he does not act the part. He stands a little over six feet tall, and has quite an intimidating stare that can send chills down most peoples spines.

Personality: Tough, a bit sarcastic, and extremely sexual. He has a bit of a short fuse and is quick to get angry and get into a fight with some one.

History: He grew up and orphan from the age of seven. After his parents died in a car accident he literally had no one. Traveling from foster home to foster home he acted out. Often getting into fights in school and even in foster homes. He ran away from them at the age of fifteen and since has been on his own. It wasn't until he came across the gang that he discovered a family like atmosphere again. His addiction to sex is another thing that offers him comfort but it only lasts as long as the orgasm does usually and he is off to the next lay.

Name: Colby "Coal" O'Byrnan

Age: 17

Description: Coal is your stereotypical black Irish. His hair is black, his eyes are blue and his skin is perpetually tan. You'll find few freckles and no red hair on Coal's 5'9" body. He's whipcord lean with muscles like knotted rope beneath his much scarred arms from the variety of knife fights he's managed to get himself into with his quick mouth. Luckily he's got quick hands, too. He's always got a pack of Lucky Strikes tucked into his back pocket next to his switch blade and he's perpetually got a cigarette tucked behind his ear, chain smoker that he is.

History: Coal is the fourth of nine and as such tended to get a little lost in the mix as a child. He's got three older brothers, one older sister, two younger brothers and two younger sisters. The oldest is 23 and the youngest is 11. As such he's got fond memories of running around with his siblings, the whole clan of them, after going to the local Catholic church on Sunday. But beyond that he does not have a whole lot of fond memories. Most of his clothes are hand-me-downs and his parents have always been perpetually broke, his mother turning a blind eye to his father's drunken rages.

Personality: Some of those scars he's collected have been from putting himself between his mother and his father because, frankly, nobody else had the guts to. Coal's quite the little smart ass, always waiting with a quip. He's not afraid of getting in trouble, though he'll definitely rely on his friends to back him up. Unlike most of the other guys in the gang he isn't huge and he doesn't come off threatening, usually just a bit cheeky. Of course, he does love the look of surprise when that blade goes snikt and opens in his hand.

Name: John and Alex Switalski
Age: 16

Description: Standing a 5' 8" the twins could easily be overlooked if it weren't for the pounds of muscle packed onto their compact frames. Both are star wrestlers with John at 215 and Alex at 189. Both their heads are shaved year round, leaving their faces sharply angular with jutting chins and matching roman noses. The obvious difference between the two is John's badly set broken nose. When they aren't wrestling they box. When they aren't boxing they lift. When they aren't lifting they're found hanging out with the gang of kids that they usually run with.

History: Their father was a victim of of Hitler's armies in Poland and their mother died in childbirth. Their father sent them as infants to live with his aged uncle in the states before the invasion. Their uncle brought them up in combat sports and both wanted nothing more than to prove themselves to their adoptive father. He died when they were ten and they live with their cousin who works long hours as a secretary. Since she is always out the boys have the run of the house and are free to do as they please outside of school.

Personality: They're fiercely competitive, not only with each other but anyone else who thinks they can beat them. Average grades in all classes but gym make them seemingly invisible to everyone at school but friends and coaches. Although they would fight to the death for the other the twins are prone to wild fights over seemingly insignificant things. Whatever the outcome they're invariably planning a prank on someone else within ten minutes. Their other great passion is practical jokes and they're almost as good at those as they are at wrestling.

 

[Kolath]

Re: The Life of a Gang (No posting yet.)

So much had happened in just the last few days. Ever since that mistake three days ago Jacob and his gang had been on the move. He had made once major mistake, when they had met with a rival gang in the school yard trying to put some things behind them, it had started a fight. In the middle of that fight the leader of the other gang pulled a knife and tried to kill Jacob. Jacob had reacted with the skill of years of training. With a quick move he had disarmed him and put the knife back into the leaderâ?¦the only problem was the other leader had tried to duck at that moment and instead of striking a non-vital spot the knife had sunk into his heart.

The other leader was dead before he hit the ground. Everyone was in shock seeing him laying there, only Jacob could think clearly at that moment still running on adrenalin. â??MOVE!â? he called to his gang and they had all responded retreating and disappearing down a alleyway.

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That was three days ago, Jacob, or Falcon as he was better known and called by all his gang, sat in a rundown factory, high on a balcony. The gang had been moving from place to place. They were all down on the factory floor doing whatever they wanted. Right now Falcon was just lost in his own thoughts.

 

[Kanna]

Stephanie had done her best to battle her way to Falcon's side in the fight, costing her a great deal of pain that came from several lovely knife cuts on her arms, shoulder, and one leg. Some of them were deep, several of them shallow, but they all hurt like a bitch, though she wasn't going to admit it yet. She sighed and glanced up at Falcon worriedly. Sure, he was silent most of the time, but the fact that he hadn't really said a word in the past three days.

She rummaged through her bag, the one that had always been packed in case something happened at home where she couldn't go back. She'd had it packed for years, since her dad had gotten more and more abusive toward her. It had been sitting just inside of her bedroom door just for an instance like she had before the fight with the other gang.

She had gotten into a verbal fight with her father a few hours before they were on the run, as had been sadly normal for years with her, and they both finally snapped, much to her mother's dismay. Her father kicked her out, and she grabbed her bag and took off to the park, to wait for the gang at their usual spot. When she finally saw Falcon, she shouldered her bag and followed their leader to what would be their reason to escape the city.

Sparrow, as she was known by everyone outside of her family, finally found what she was looking for in her bag. She found a few bandage to wrap the worst of her wounds so they didn't bleed out too much if she moved wrong. Once she had her wounds bandaged, the girl sighed and started to wander around the old factory. Honestly, she didn't like it too much because it was rather dark and spooky, but she figured she needed to quell her silly fears. The old pipes groaned, the doors squeaked, and every little sound, from rats to footsteps, echoed loudly, causing the sixteen year-old girl to jump and become rather nervous for sometime. She poked her way around, going from door to door, box to box, avoiding the rats and cockroaches as best she could. Even still, every now and then, one would seem to appear out of nowhere and startle her before she went back to what she was doing. She was resourceful, and she was looking for anything that could be useful if they had to run to a new place again.

 

[miavance68]

Darla groaned as she felt someone walking down her alleyway. Someone had woken her up. Yet again for the 4th time that night. Rubbing her eyes, she slowly sat up as the newspapers fell down. Yes, she did often sleep under newspapers on a clearer night. Her parents didn't want her in the house after all. Suddenly, she realized she had spotted Sparrow and the corner of her mouth turned up just a bit. "Hey, Sparrow!" she said in a cheerful voice slowly standing up so the newspapers would fall off her and to the ground.

She had been up late doing much a similar thing like Sparrow had. She had a rucksack with her containing some crackers, juice, rope and a blanket she snagged from her parent's closet. Rubbing her eyes, she grabbed the bag and walked over to her fellow gang member. "What's cracking?" she gave an unsteady smile while looking in Sparrow's general direction. Sparrow was a great friend of hers since she joined the gang. It was nice to know that they each had their own type on the gang. Of course, there were only two girls. But, that was all they really needed.

 

[OverlordMatt]

John finished a set of fifteen pull ups and dropped off the pipe, landed softly on the factory floor, and hugged the nearest wall. The acoustics of the old place gave sounds a hollow reverberating that carried through it eerily. He crept in the direction of the girls' voices and within five feet of the pair before he strolled out confidently, meaning to scare them and said. "Hello ladies. How does following a murderer suit you? Does it, excite you?" he asked in an undertone with a slight grin.

Alex slipped in through the boarded up window and brought two large bags of groceries with him. "Hey guys I've got some food!" He called and walked toward the clear area that Falcon's balcony overlooked. Alex had always thought the nicknames had been rather preposterous. Why did he have to be a bird? He was huge! Alex simply shook his head and unpack the sandwich materials and cokes he had procured on his errand run.

 

[miavance68]

((Sorry if my slang is off sometimes I'm from the UK))

Smiling to Sparrow, she said cheerily, "Damn... I got this blanket... I don't know what it's made of but it's so soft and warm. I'd love to snuggle with you under it!" she said jokingly however only half since she did sorta admire Sparrow a little. It made her blush at how cute she was. She just wanted to hug her sometimes. Then, suddenly her heart nearly stopped as John popped out of nowhere. "Damn, mate... what was that all about?" she was giggling though despite the fact John's sudden arrival nearly gave her a heart attack. "Oh yea... follow Falcon... I don't mind... it's kind a cool... you know he'll watch our back..." she smirked nervously as she usually did. Never a full, 100% confident smile.

Then, she heard Alex not too far back mentioning food. She beamed ear to ear while continuing to stand close by Sparrow. "Swell, guys... more food!! Gee, I wonder if we really will have to go on the run again like that one other time back in the day..." she thought aloud with a pensive expression on her face. She almost wished they did because it really was an enjoyable time with the gang although it was for doing something so horrible or unexplainable. Hey, if you were in a gang, clearly, not everyone was going to be up to good 24/7. She smiled to both twins timidly and held onto the straps of her rucksack tighter.

 

[Kanna]

Sparrow blushed slightly and smiled at Darla. She didn't mind at all snuggling with the older girl, even if it led to some fun. Her thoughts were elsewhere, both on trying to block the pain from her wounds, and Falcon. It always bothered her when he went silent and separated himself from them. When John came out and scared Darla, well, she was getting used to the rats scaring her, so she didn't jump quite as high as the other girl. She laughed, though, balling their fists at her sides to not sock the wrestler in the nose as was a reflex to her. "I would follow Falcon anywhere, John. I trust him. He wouldn't do anything to hurt us on purpose."

She did want to be with Falcon. She had known him for a while, since before they had brought the gang together. Even then, he had still been calling himself Falcon. She knew why, but he wouldn't tell her his name. She picked up an old book from one of the piles of discarded junk, and stuck it in her backpack. She would read it when she got to it.

As soon as she heard Alex come back with food, she started toward him, wrapping her arm around Darla's waist to lead her on to Alex. As soon as she reached the twin, Sparrow glanced up at Falcon who was still up there brooding. She left Darla's side and made her way up to the balcony where he was sitting. She did her best to hide the cuts on her arms so he wouldn't get too upset at her. "Falcon...please. Get something to eat. You're no good to us as a leader if you starve."

 

[miavance68]

Looking towards Sparrow, she smiled anxciously looking towards Falcon as well as Sparrow guided her over to Alex. "Heeeyoo..." she said smiling to Alex weakly as Sparrow went off to speak with Falcon. Rubbing her eyes, Darla looked towards Alex in slight envy, "So, how did you sleep last night?" she was clearly jealous he was at home probably sleeping... in bed. Her eyes had dark circles under them. For the past three days, Darla couldn't go home because her parents didn't even want her back there. She came home late at 3:00 in the morning the day of the murder and she was overworked. They told her to go and slapped her clear across the face.

She hadn't been at her home since that day.

 

[Kolath]

If there was one thing that Falcon was it was observant. He had been brooding sure but that didnâ??t mean he had seen everything that had been going on down below him with the rest of the gang. It worried him a little that John brought up the question if they were ok still following him. he wasnâ??t sure they should follow him anymore.

Sighing he saw Sparrow coming up and leaned back against the crates. â??You know you should be worrying more about yourself Sparrow. You got cut up pretty bad in that fight. You shouldnâ??t be moving as much as you have been.â? He looked up at her completely ignoring the fact she was worried about him.

 

[Kanna]

Sparrow shook her head and kicked him in the leg. She winced when she made the motion, but she didn't care. "You're being a prat, Falcon. I've known you for a while, and I know that you need to take care of yourself. So go eat something. Now." She shook her head again and folded her arms as she watched him. "Stop thinking about me. Yes, I'm wounded. Yes, I got messed up in that fight. You know that I'm not going to stop moving long enough for them to heal right unless you tie me down and force me to sit still. And no, that's not an invitation." She held her hand out to him, waiting for him to take it and come with her.

 

[Kolath]

Falcon looked up at her as she kicked him raising an eyebrow at her. he smirked and slowly stood but as he got up he rather suddenly grabbed her his arm slipping under her knees and around her back lifting her up bridal style. â??You know you kick like a girl.â? He smirked more and carried her down from the balcony before setting her down on a crate where she could stay seated and still be with the group as they ate. He whispered to her softly, â??Oh and I will take you up on that later.â?

He stepped toward the others a little more, â??Hey guys.â?

 

[miavance68]

She turned and looked at Falcon and Sparrow as she was now eating with the twins. She laughed as she spotted Falcon carrying Sparrow. "Hey, guys, h-having fun?" she gave that playful, shaky smile. However, she desperately wanted Sparrow to sit down next to her. At the same time, however, she enjoyed seeing those two bond together. There was something special between those two, no doubt. Of course, who couldn't love Sparrow, she was adorable and desirable! Looking towards Falcon, she gave a nod of approval and said in her nervous tone, "H-hey, Falcon, how are you doing?"

 

[Kanna]

Sparrow hated being carried like she was something delicate, but Falcon was notorious for being a pain. He was almost a foot and a half taller than her, and much stronger, so she simply folded her arms and frowned as he carried her down. She blushed and hit him in the shoulder with the heel of her hand when he mentioned she kicked like a girl. "I am a girl, dimwit. Of course I kick like one." Once he finally set her down, she stood to move her crate a bit closer to Darla, sticking her tongue out at the leader. "I told you that it wasn't an invitation."

 

[miavance68]

"What invitation, Sparrow?" she said looking towards her while pouting jokingly. "Y-you mean I didn't get an invitation, but he did? That's no fair." she winked at Sparrow then yet again busied herself with eating a baloney sandwich. She had lived off baloney at one point because they were on the run for 15 days once... she thought she would never be able to eat it again. But, it put an opposite affect on her and now she loved it.

 

[Kanna]

Sparrow shook her head and pursed her lips. "It wasn't any kind of invitation! Not for him and not for anyone right now! I just went to tell him that he needed to eat, he started fussing about me, and I said something I shouldn't have and now he won't let it go." She shook her head again and made herself a peanut butter sandwich, chewing on it slowly so she wouldn't attack their much larger leader. She was glad that they could have some food without having to resort to stealing it...so far.

 

[miavance68]

"Agh... I hate when guys do that..." she smirked rolling her eyes and then continued to eat her sandwich while glancing towards Alex. "So, Alex, what have you guys been up to lately? Anything good?" She smiled weakly, "Glad you got so much food... I haven't eaten in three days..." her stomach groaned as she realized how fast she was actually eating.

 

[Kolath]

Falcon glared at Sparrow sticking his tongue out at her. â??Well its not a guys fault when the girl makes a comment like that. Especially when the girl is Sparrow.â? He smirked and picked up a sandwich and ate it slowly moving to one side looking over the group again like he had been.

 

[miavance68]

"Gosh Sparrow..." she said suddenly dropping her sandwich and squeezing her in a tight hug, "I just want to keep you in my pocket!" she laughed cheerfully. Sparrow was one of the only people she could feel 90 percent confident with. She was just so cute, sweet and like her big and little sister at the same time. Then, she pulled away blushing slightly and started eating again. Between bites she said, "H-haha... u-um sorry, Sparrow... i-if I got a little carried away there..."

 

[Kanna]

She blushed a bit but she didn't wait for the older girl to let her go before Sparrow kissed her cheek lightly. "What can I say? I'm pocket-sized for your enjoyment, Darla." The younger girl knew that her friend was always a bit more relaxed around her than with the guys, and that made Sparrow feel a bit better. The two of them seemed to feed on each other's energy, and it made them almost inseparable. Sisters and best friends. "No worries. I don't mind. I've gotten used to being little, though some people are too tall for their own good."

 

[miavance68]

She giggled softly, "Alright, thanks, Sparrow..." she whispered softly in her ear. Then, she lied back on the ground used to doing this already. She nearly lied down on Falcon's foot causing her to quickly apologize with shaky voice. Tall guys just sometimes freaked her out. He was a good guy, no doubt, but he made her nervous too just because of his intimidating height.

 

[RyDub]

Ryder Payne was always late it was just something that he did well. After the brawl with the rival gang it seemed like everyone scattered. Ryder went to the place he was calling home at the time which was nothing more then an old abandoned house with a prison like mattress to sleep on. As soon as he was there he took off his clothes and threw them in the fire pit, he doused them in a gas and dumped it on his clothes before throwing a match onto the pile lighting it in flames. He patched up a large gash on his stomach with a quick bandage then got dressed.

Ryder never got comfortable where ever he stayed and always kept his things packed. Once he was fully dressed he put the flames out in the fire place now that the clothing was ash and left straight towards the abandoned factory. Constantly looking over his shoulder to make sure no one was after him in a constant state of paranoia, until he got to the factory. He found window with the loose boards over in and jumped through startling everyone. "Hey guys did ya miss me?" Ryder asked smiling at his fellow gang members.

 

[miavance68]

"Hey, Ryder!" she called smiling to him in a twitchy way. "What's up?" she slowly sat up and stuck her tongue out at him. "You're late as usual." She got up and walked over to him to give him a playful punch in the stomach. Then, she chuckled and turned back to the rest of the gang.

Ryder was a cool guy, though sometimes he was a little too late and sexual for her taste.