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Name: Joel Michelli
Age: 13
Job: None although he likes to believe he is in a gang.
Personality: Joel is an interesting kid. He believes that he is strong, in charge and a threat. He tries to tell people that he belongs to a gang and is always trying to act tough. Whether it's for attention or he actually believes it, no one knows. Besides this, Joel is known to be hitting on Joleigh whenever possible. Unlike what he says, he hasn't ever tried a cigarette, tasted beer or kissed a girl. His ego is large as well as his lies.
How you ended up here: Joel was born to a hooker and her boyfriend, an Italian man who was part of an Italian gang. It was only a few months after Joel was born and he was in the back seat of his father's SUV when a gunfight broke out in lower Manhattan, killing Joel's mother and father. The police arrived, finding the baby in the back seat unharmed and brought him to an orphanage. He was taken care of for the first twelve years of his life until deciding that he wanted to join a gang like his father did. After spending three weeks in the cold, he decided that he couldn't do it on his own anymore and began back to the orphanage only to find it had closed down. While wandering around, trying to think of what to do he stumbled upon the group.



Name: Erin Gabriel
Age: 11
Job: Change begging.
Personality:
Curiosity killed the cat.
Throughout her life, curiosity had always gotten Erin into trouble. Whether it was stealing a piece of candy to see if she would get caught, to trying her first cigarette. She always tends to do things that she really shouldn't be doing but it isn't out of rebllion, more so out of ignorance and the lack of moral values. She really isn't living to live, more so to have fun. She doesn't think that she's in any danger walking around New York by herself and doing what she wants. Erin is more concerned with whether she'll be able to try a new type of beer than whether she'll have dinner that night. The bold, odd child is lacking a parental figure in her life and is on the path to becoming a destructive addicted, if not already, teenager.
How you ended up here: Erin knows nothing about her mother or father, besides the stories that old foster mothers would tell her about how her parents were King and Queen, or two superheros that were on a mission and would be back to live with her soon. She spent the first ten years of her life is dysfunctional homes like these where she was surrounded by too many people doing the wrong things. At the age of five she was given her first beer from a boy, Joe, who was sixteen at the time and was also a member of one of the foster homes. At age eight she stole a pack of cigarettes from the worker at the home and tried one of them out, not knowing how to do it at first but eventually catching on and becoming addicted. She only ran from the home eight months ago after being tired of the same old, same old. She's been wandering New York ever since and only stumbles upon the group on the Fourth of July.

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Name: Katrina Early
Age: 16
Job: N/A
Personality: Katrina is sometimes a loud, spontanious girl. Despite her condition, she always is willing to help people and is usually always sympathetic, no matter if the person just killed someone or not. She is what most people would call a hippie considering she's a strong believer in peace and love. Katrina is also a vegetarian, refusing to eat meat and she's basically obsessed with the enviornment. Katrina likes to find the good in everyone, or atleast pretend there is good in most people. Behind her optomisitc self there is a hurt girl. One that likes to sugar coat the hate in the world just to satisfy herself and make herself think that everything will get better in time.
How you ended up here: Katrina was born to a nice couple, both of them twenty-seven at the time. She had one older brother, two years older than herself. Both of Katrina's parents worked as dentists and they lived a content life for about eleven years. Katrina did well in school, sports and music. She made friends and the teachers seemed to like her. But everything began to turn when Katrina was eleven, her brother thirteen. He began to be involved with the wrong crowd, a group of the hardcore type kids who spent most of their days skipping class and getting high. It wasn't long until her brother ended up in juvi for stealing packs of cigarettes and smoking them inside the school buidling. This was basically the crash and burn point in their family's life. Her parents were constantly arguing and on Katrina's twelfth birthday, her mother left. Katrina was scared and felt very lost, missing her mother dearly so she set off. At first she intended on finding her mother, thinking she would go to New York City, only a few miles away from their Long Island home. She took the train to the city, eventually having to sleep over because of how late it was. She found the group at the age of fifteen and took a liking to them so she was allowed to stay.
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Name: Brandon Black
Age: 14
Job: Theft
Personality: Brandon likes to think of himself as a lost soul. He is always taking pity on himself, thinking his life is horrible and that it isn't his fault at all. He acts helpless at times, not bothering to change things for the better. Besides this, Brandon has grown onto drugs and alcohol quickly. He's always injecting every and anything into himself and the large scars on his wrists show that he isn't afraid to hurt himself. He doesn't really act depressed, though. He's usually taking it out on other people or acting innapropriatly to show that he doesn't give a shit about life. He does things at times that are straight out curel and throughout his fourteen years on the street, he's been punished for these things but it never seems to set into his narrow mind. Brandon doesn't think of anyone as authority to him and he is often scaring people because of his strange beliegs and tactics.
How you ended up here: Brandon's life started out on the streets and it'll most likely end here too. His mother, fifteen at the time of his birth, was kicked out of her home because her parents couldn't afford abortion or another mouth to feed. She spent time at friend's house but knew she couldn't rely on them and one night Brandon was born, leaving his mother in the dirty, cold alley way. She died off in only a few minutes but had draped her son in the clothes she was wearing, dialing 911 before she died. The police showed up, finding the small child crying and the woman dead. Brandon was admitted into an orphanage where he stayed for the first eight years of his life. This was where he started to show signs that proved he was a bit mental. He would begin to experiment on the other kids, cutting their skin and hair and trying to make new things out of it. Eventually he decided to run to the place he loved the most, the streets. Brandon isn't a part of the street group only because Tyler won't let him stay with them but he is usually seen hanging out with them.
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Name: Milagro ["Miracle" in Spanish] Rodriguez
Age: 13
Personality: Milargro is confused and scared. She speaks little English and really speaks to barely anyone at all. She doesn't know who to trust anymore and is so scared of being deported that she usually runs from anyone American. Milagro is normally thinking that people are talking about her in English only because they know she can't understand her so one of her goals is to learn English or atleast meet someone to translate for her. America has been sort of a let down compared to all of the great things she heard about it. Most of her hope is lost of finding her father and she feels very alone.
How you ended up here: Milargo was born on December third, in Cuba. Her father had just snuck out on a raft with his two brothers, hoping to get to America so that he would be able to come back and rescue Milagro and her mother. After five years of living in the slums of Cuba, Milagro's mother passed away of double pnuemonia and she was left orphaned. Luckily, one of their neighbors looked out for her, feeding the child and letting her sleep over whenever they had extra food or it was a stormy night. Milagro always had hopes that soon her father would arrive and she would be saved and brought to the promising land of America. After twelve years without him, Milagro was able to pay a group of Cuban men to let her ride with them on the raft they had constructed. Two years ago they arrived on the sandy coast of Florida and Milagro was once again on her own. She sold off her mother's gold watch, a wedding present from her father, and was able to pay for a plane ticket to New York, the place that her mother spoke of. Milagro was sure that her father would be waiting for her at the airport but he wasn't so she followed the crowd into New York City. She has been in the city for about ten months and is struggling to saty alive when she finds the group.
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