Crime its everywhere the police say there on top of it but not in this city you have all sorts and they aight planning on getting caught.

You can be whatever you want wiether it be petty thug to drug carrier to mob boss or you could be on the straight and narrow but that wouldn't be very fun now. You could even be a cop trying to catch the criminals but one things for sure there's going to be trouble.

Rules:
No godmodding
No autohitting
Don't kill other players charecters without there permission
Be realistic
Have Fun

Bio
Name:
Age:
Appearance:
Personality:
Crimes:
Extra information

Name: Jack Johnston
Age: 20
Appearance: He's got dark black hair and brown eyes. He's 6 foot 1 and is medium build. He wears dark sunglasses, blue jeans and a black leather jacket. He always has a gun on himself for protection.
Personality: To people he is friends with he is a good person to have around as he can get you alot. For people who don't know him he's an asshole he wouldn't hesitate to kill someone if he didn't like them. He is smart and has got him out of a tough spot once or twice.
Crimes: Blackmailing, murder, drug selling
Extra information: He has been doing crime since the young age of 13 and has quickly made it big he's not extremly wealthy but he does have alot he runs several small businesses such as drugs selling to a protection agency.

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Name: Alexia Minososia
Age: 18
Appearance: Stands at about 5ft6, dark brown hair and beautiful green eyes, the right side of her lip pierced. She's usually seen in tight black skinny jeans, chuck taylors and a buttoned down shirt. She's not skinny, but far from fat, she is buxom but tries to hide it.
Personality: Alexia is a very easy going, friendly person, or at least that's her exterior, she hates letting people get close to her and she hates getting attached to anyone, she is quick to anger and sometimes takes things the wrong way and over reacts.
She constantly has a pistol on her, and carries a machete as well.
Crimes: Drug Trafficking, murder, Supply of alcohol to miners, attempted murder with malicious intent and arson.
Extra information: Alexia comes from a family that is very high up in society, she is said to be the black sheep of the family.

( accepted start when ready ) Jack was in an allyway doing the drug deal " we got the stuff here" he said holding up the suitcase. He had two guys to either side of him with gun incase the deal wen't pearshaped. The two groups swaped suitcases " nice doing business with you" John replied witohut much emotion before wlaking off and getting into a van.

Alexia was sitting out on the pavement, in front of the local liquor store, there had been nothing to do for the past three days, so she'd given up on looking for something to do and now was simply awaiting something to fall into her lap, as one would say.
She was just about to get up and find another place to hang around when to police officers walked slowly and haughtily towards her, Alexia rolled her eyes, ever since she'd gotten out of prison they had been tailing her, and weren't trying to be inconspicuous about it.
"What are you up to, there, Miss Minososia?" asked the larger officer of the two, Constable BeeCroft.
"What does it look like I'm doing? Absolutely nothing for you two to be harassing me about," Alexia pulled herself up and looked them up and down, "So, I'm going to take my leave." she began to walk away, but a large dark hand clamped over her shoulder and she was pulled back by the other officer, whom she only knew as Williams.
"Would you get off me?" she spat.
"Got something to hide, have you?" BeeCroft asked snidely, beginning to pat her body down.
Alexia shuddered, this pat down was nothing to do with searching for drugs, he was simply using it as an excuse to cop a feel.

Once he was finished, Alexia reefed her arm from Williams' grip and stormed off down the street.
She felt sick, now, dirty. But that wasn't the first or last time it would happen.
Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes and she wiped them away furiously as she punched the button at the traffic lights.

Name: Christian "Wretch" Mercer
Age: 23

Appearance: Christian stands a reasonable 6'2" with a atheletic build. He is no bodybuilder, but one does not have to search hard to find his muscles. He has medium length hair that is usually swept to the side, hiding as much of his face as possible. The bottom is dyed a bright blonde while the top layer is its natural black colour. His eyes are a very dark blue that usually hold some sort of menace he is planning. A tattoo reading, "WRETCH" spans across his chest just under his neck. Another distinctive feature is a long scar spanning from the right corner of his mouth and stopping just an inch before his ear. It gives his grin an eerie appeal by expanding it across his face. His outfit normaly consists of black dress pants, a white short sleeved dress shirt, and a black tie. Though, he has an extensive sneaker collection and wears a different pair nearly every day.

Personality: Christian is quiet and observant. He is not one to bring any sort of spotlight to himself and is surprisingly self conscious about the scar that adorns his face. Though, he'd never let anyone know it. He likes to go into a situation with a calm manner and get things done quickly. A sort of no-nonsense mentality. He is not quick to anger, but should he reach that point it becomes very unpleasant very quickly.

Crimes: Murder, rape, assault with a deadly weapon, stalking, drug trafficking, illegal weapons sales, and human trafficking.

Extra Information: He carries a large dagger in a holster that is strapped to his left leg, but his preferred weapon is an axe. He only brings that out for 'special' occasions. There is also a .44 Magum Smith & Wesson that conceals itself in another holster attatched to the right leg. He prefers blades, but he isn't stupid enough to bring a knife to a gun fight.

( accepted start when ready )

After he'd dropped the money off at the hangout he headed to the local bar for a drink. He ordered some Strongbow and began to drink it. He had his wits about him and had a gun in the inside pocket of his jacket.

Alexia crossed the road and began to walk slowly down the street, rummaging in her bag for her wallet, she pulled it out and looked ahead at the bar in front of her, she hadn't had a drink in a while, she could use one, a vodka, maybe a scotch...
Alexia made up her mind and went into the bar, it was mostly full of middle aged men, except for a man at the bar that looked only a few years older than herself.
"Scotch, on the rocks... Make it a double..." she said, quietly, pulling up a bar stool and sitting, placing her bag in her lap.

Jack wasn't usually sociable with people he didn't know but decided on this occation he though he owuld for once. " you from around here?" he asked Alexia

Christian wandered across the street, his eyes very concentrated on the bar infront of him. That was where the girl had headed and that was where he would follow.

He had been leaning against a building on the corner like he did most nights when the girl stormed up to the traffic button. She seemed to be very upset by it. A smirk played at the corners of his lips as he scanned her over. She seemed the type that would be interested in business. She could either buy or be bought. Christian knew lots of people that would pay big money to have a little time with a girlie such as herself.

He hadn't had much business in a while and he was bored, therefore, he pursued. He paused outside of the bar, scanning the area briefly for anything that should be taken into account. Satisfied there was nothing too amiss, he entered the bar and slid into a stool at the very end. He had done one quick scan when he entered and didn't dare look at the girl afterwards.

Christian simply ordered a Screwdriver and waited.

Alexia sipped her drink as she waited, the Scotch burned on the way down but she felt more relaxed now, she tossed her hair over her shoulder and glanced around the bar, she noticed another man had arrived, she scanned him over briefly then turned back to her drink, then surveyed the other man who she had first come to notice when she came in, he dressed smartly.
Alexia sighed, she was bored again, she needed some action.

Jack got a call on his mobile so he answered it, it was one of the people that worked for him saying there was a big deal going down that they were going to crash and the deal was supposed to be worth alot. " Ok i'll be right there i'll just get an AK-47 from the gun store" he said quietly before standing up and heading for the door leaving half of his pint behind.

Alexia watched the man leave, he'd said something about and AK-47... She had three of them at home.
She shrugged and went back to her drink, that was almost gone, she downed the rest and summoned the bar man over to give her a refill.

She shivered slightly and rubbed her hands up and down her arms, biting onto her lip piercing out of habit.

Christian couldn't help but smile. The bar was all but empty now. Just him and his quarry with no one else to stop him. She didn't seem old enough to drink, so perhaps he could pull of the undercover cop bit. But, where was the fun in that? A different idea came to mind.

He slid from the stool and took up residence in the one directly next to hers. He hadn't tried his hand at flirting in a while and now seemed as good a time as any. "Beautiful evening, no?"

Alexia looked over the glass at the man, he had moved up from his place at the end of the bar.
She swallowed her drink, "It is, rather." she said with a small smile.
The man wasn't bad looking, but had an intriguing scar, it was barely noticeable, but Alexia didn't allow her eyes to linger, she didn't want to seem rude for staring.
"Any plans for tonight?" she asked, circling the top of her glass with her forefinger, and looking up at him.

He shrugged, glancing from his forefinger playing the glass to her gaze. "That depends on you. If you let me buy you another drink, I'll have a plan. If not..." He shrugged once more, letting a smile unfold over his features.

This might prove to be easier than he thought. Though, he wasn't about to make such assumptions so quickly.

Alexia thought, she had enough money to buy herself another drink, more than just one, but who was she to pass up a free drink?
"You can buy me a drink, but don't be too intent on getting me drunk, I don't go down easy." she said, polishing off her second glass.
This was certainly a first, no one had bought her a drink before.
She was slightly flattered.

He raised an eyebrow, laughing quietly. "That sounds like a challenge I am willing to take." Christian ordered her another drink as well as one for himself. He had left his other at the end of the bar and had no intention of getting out of his seat to get it. "Might I ask what the traffic button on the other side of the street did to make you so upset?"

Name: Charlotte 'Charlie' Bower
Age: 17
Appearance:

Personality: deceptive and enticing, Charlie can draw most people in before she goes for the kill. She likes to play at being weak and naive, someone who is easily lured, and just as you think you've got her she becomes a diffrent person, a criminal with the worst intent.

Crimes: serial murder, drug abuse, underage drinking, assault with intent to kill, robery, supplying drugs and alchohal to miners, con-artist, possesion of illegal weopons, assault using weopons, illegel weopon distribution and trade, occasional drug dealing, assisting in murders, stalker, brutal murder, burning of property, torture, the list goes on

Extra information: Charlie is a bit of a sadistic pyromaniac. She has a blood lust that can't be curbed. She is attractive and young therefore it is easy to get victims. She simply promises a good time, sometimes even gets money, and when it's least expected kills or tortures in whichever way takes her fancy.

Alexia laughed shallowly, he'd been watching her, no, that wasn't at all creepy.
"It wasn't the traffic button, it was the fucking police..." she growled, emphasizing the cuss word.
"And I'd rather not go into it, please." she said boldly, sipping at her fresh drink.

This man was certainly interested in her, Alexia was wary, very wary, what exactly was he interested in?
But he seemed like a nice enough fellow, so she kept her inhibitions to herself.