life is about surviving. it is survival of the fittest.
Leader
ALEX MCKINLEY
Normally the rule for the Red Scarves is to protect your own. However, this gang functions like a pack, and a pack is only as strong as their leader. Her older brother, Michael, founded this gang. He shot their father when he was 8 after their father broke a bottle of vodka on 5 year old Alex's head and ran out of the house with his little sister in tow. The other neighborhood kids heard the shot and climbed out their windows to meet up and find out what was going on. All home situations were similar - alcoholic parents who made the kids fend for themselves. After what had happened to their family, Michael and Alex started their own pack of kids who left their parents entirely, living on the streets. By the time they reached their teens, most of the neighborhood feared walking by the park where the kids had made their base. Most kids had gotten their hands on knives and Michael had a gun, the other kids following his lead when they engaged in theft or fights. These cases of petty theft then grew into control over territory and the kids' introduction into the world of the hit-man business. When they grew older, however, Michael's attitude began to wane. They were becoming more well off, able to live in homes rather than on the streets in tents made of cardboard, as murder pays well. Michael's attitude was becoming more and more like a playboy, using the money the gang made to fuel his obsession with drugs and prostitutes. This would not do. One night Alex stole her brother's gun and, using a pillow as a silencer, shot him in his sleep. The gang would not stand for a leader who made them look weak, a leader who did not look out for the gang's best interests and who did not fight as they once had. Alex took his place as leader, willing to remove anyone who gets in her way or the way of her gang. She is a ruthless leader, but due to her no-bullshit attitude, the gang members do not challenge her. Instead, her strength has earned their loyalty. If one of her own is kidnapped by a rival gang, an attack will be imminent. If her members are taken in by the police, they will receive the same treatment. The Red Scarves are now known for their fighting prowess, taking out competition and turning them into threats and displays of what happens when you get in their way. The gang was built on a foundation of murder and theft, a trait they will take any chance to remind people of, using fear to keep other gangs and the police out of their territory. Now she has ushered her gang into a new era, one of using the worst of tactics for a good cause. Many civilians live in her territory, being unable to afford better, but she treats them like her own. Money earned from jobs or from theft is given back to the poor, as though it was any consolation for living in gang turf. Other gangs know better than to see this giving as a weakness, however, or to take advantage of it, as all who she finds betraying her are punished as she sees fit, often stabbing them and letting them bleed out with one of her numerous knives or swords or machetes. Despite preferring physical combat weaponry such as blades, she possesses a heart of ice, quite possibly in a literal manner. Her flesh is cold to the touch and, no matter how warm it is, it always looks as though there is a cloud of steam whenever she exhales as though she were surrounded by snow. Due to the fact that she does not use this ability often, many people have started the rumor that she has sold her soul to an ice demon in order to protect her gang with powers, but is wary of using its power.
Age: 19
Rper: Grey (grey4 on chatango)
Normally the rule for the Red Scarves is to protect your own. However, this gang functions like a pack, and a pack is only as strong as their leader. Her older brother, Michael, founded this gang. He shot their father when he was 8 after their father broke a bottle of vodka on 5 year old Alex's head and ran out of the house with his little sister in tow. The other neighborhood kids heard the shot and climbed out their windows to meet up and find out what was going on. All home situations were similar - alcoholic parents who made the kids fend for themselves. After what had happened to their family, Michael and Alex started their own pack of kids who left their parents entirely, living on the streets. By the time they reached their teens, most of the neighborhood feared walking by the park where the kids had made their base. Most kids had gotten their hands on knives and Michael had a gun, the other kids following his lead when they engaged in theft or fights. These cases of petty theft then grew into control over territory and the kids' introduction into the world of the hit-man business. When they grew older, however, Michael's attitude began to wane. They were becoming more well off, able to live in homes rather than on the streets in tents made of cardboard, as murder pays well. Michael's attitude was becoming more and more like a playboy, using the money the gang made to fuel his obsession with drugs and prostitutes. This would not do. One night Alex stole her brother's gun and, using a pillow as a silencer, shot him in his sleep. The gang would not stand for a leader who made them look weak, a leader who did not look out for the gang's best interests and who did not fight as they once had. Alex took his place as leader, willing to remove anyone who gets in her way or the way of her gang. She is a ruthless leader, but due to her no-bullshit attitude, the gang members do not challenge her. Instead, her strength has earned their loyalty. If one of her own is kidnapped by a rival gang, an attack will be imminent. If her members are taken in by the police, they will receive the same treatment. The Red Scarves are now known for their fighting prowess, taking out competition and turning them into threats and displays of what happens when you get in their way. The gang was built on a foundation of murder and theft, a trait they will take any chance to remind people of, using fear to keep other gangs and the police out of their territory. Now she has ushered her gang into a new era, one of using the worst of tactics for a good cause. Many civilians live in her territory, being unable to afford better, but she treats them like her own. Money earned from jobs or from theft is given back to the poor, as though it was any consolation for living in gang turf. Other gangs know better than to see this giving as a weakness, however, or to take advantage of it, as all who she finds betraying her are punished as she sees fit, often stabbing them and letting them bleed out with one of her numerous knives or swords or machetes. Despite preferring physical combat weaponry such as blades, she possesses a heart of ice, quite possibly in a literal manner. Her flesh is cold to the touch and, no matter how warm it is, it always looks as though there is a cloud of steam whenever she exhales as though she were surrounded by snow. Due to the fact that she does not use this ability often, many people have started the rumor that she has sold her soul to an ice demon in order to protect her gang with powers, but is wary of using its power.
Age: 19
Rper: Grey (grey4 on chatango)
Second in command
Kristen Baker
Like many others, Kristen grew up in the streets. At a young age, she was on her own and fighting her way to be more than a street rat, which is what many adults saw her as when she was little and still lived at home, and for a while after she just said to hell with it, and walked away from her family who didn't give a damn about her anyways. After she left, they looked for her for a few days, but never filed a report, or really tried to find her. It was then that she decided she had no family. Well, no family until she found her way into the gang who called themselves the Red Scarves. She's never been a very modest person, and unlike Alex, she is a little less no-bullshit, and does smile a little more. Don't be fooled though, she can go from smiling to holding a knife to your throat in less than a second, blink and you could bleed out.
Age: 20
Rper: Zane (ZaneBlack98)
Like many others, Kristen grew up in the streets. At a young age, she was on her own and fighting her way to be more than a street rat, which is what many adults saw her as when she was little and still lived at home, and for a while after she just said to hell with it, and walked away from her family who didn't give a damn about her anyways. After she left, they looked for her for a few days, but never filed a report, or really tried to find her. It was then that she decided she had no family. Well, no family until she found her way into the gang who called themselves the Red Scarves. She's never been a very modest person, and unlike Alex, she is a little less no-bullshit, and does smile a little more. Don't be fooled though, she can go from smiling to holding a knife to your throat in less than a second, blink and you could bleed out.
Age: 20
Rper: Zane (ZaneBlack98)
Gang members
Joel violet
Though a softy at heart, you’ll never find Joel acting like a shrinking violet. He is bold and brash, only ever taking ‘No’ from the leader. He has little respect for most, and it takes a lot to earn any, as he is very skeptical and tends to assume most are out to cheat, hurt, and lie. His lack of belief in other humans is the main reason behind most of his outward personality, and is caused by a life similar to that of many Red Scarves.
When he was young, neither of his parents were particularly responsible, and it only went downhill from there. They had a particular enjoyment of using what little money there was on alcohol, and a bad habit of getting more of it by passing Joel off for a few hours to anyone with 20-50 bucks and a need for him. Some just desperately needed help around the house, and others had far more deplorable reasons for ‘renting’ him. Sometimes, they overlapped, gaining his trust and allowing him to become more pliable to their will.
He prefers to dress modestly, from color to the amount of his body covered, and often looks almost prim. It’s rare to see him disheveled, and uses it as part of his technique to intimidate others, a favorite pass time of his. He figures if people don’t believe they can hurt him, they won’t try to.
Age: 20
Rper: Athrodite
When he was young, neither of his parents were particularly responsible, and it only went downhill from there. They had a particular enjoyment of using what little money there was on alcohol, and a bad habit of getting more of it by passing Joel off for a few hours to anyone with 20-50 bucks and a need for him. Some just desperately needed help around the house, and others had far more deplorable reasons for ‘renting’ him. Sometimes, they overlapped, gaining his trust and allowing him to become more pliable to their will.
He prefers to dress modestly, from color to the amount of his body covered, and often looks almost prim. It’s rare to see him disheveled, and uses it as part of his technique to intimidate others, a favorite pass time of his. He figures if people don’t believe they can hurt him, they won’t try to.
Age: 20
Rper: Athrodite
Anri Espen
Anri's middle name is Hope. It's fitting, seeing as she always tries to look on the bright side. She had hope she would be somebody regardless when she realized she had been born to be spare parts for her older sister. She had hope things would turn out fine when her father lost his job and they had to move to the 'bad' part of town. She had hope things would be okay when said sister was on the verge of death, and she was expected, not asked, to give up a kidney, even though everyone could tell it probably wouldn't work.
She had hoped it wasn't a big deal when her family's habits got worse, and worse, and worse. She hoped, deeply, that she could run away without a problem. She hoped her mother wouldn't actually shoot at her. She hoped that wherever she ended up, they would have pity on her. Now, she hopes for different things. She hopes to protect her family-her real family. She hopes to give back to the people in her community, and make their lives a little easier. She hopes daily that tonight won't be the night another eleven year old comes stumbling in, sobbing uncontrollably with a bullet wound in their leg and a cracked thigh bone.
Age: 15
Rper: Athrodite
She had hoped it wasn't a big deal when her family's habits got worse, and worse, and worse. She hoped, deeply, that she could run away without a problem. She hoped her mother wouldn't actually shoot at her. She hoped that wherever she ended up, they would have pity on her. Now, she hopes for different things. She hopes to protect her family-her real family. She hopes to give back to the people in her community, and make their lives a little easier. She hopes daily that tonight won't be the night another eleven year old comes stumbling in, sobbing uncontrollably with a bullet wound in their leg and a cracked thigh bone.
Age: 15
Rper: Athrodite
Robyn Pratt
Kind, nice, caring, not your first thoughts about a killer. Robyn is all three, yet, a wanted killer. When she's not always out to kill, she like going out and about, doing whatever. Targets are easy when your gorgeous like she is. They never notice as you slip out a blade and drive it through them. She's had sex, maybe twice in her life, the others, hundreds of targets, she's killed half, and let the other half walk. She usually only killed the ones who put their hands on her. She didn't like being touched unless she allowed it. Tattoos cover a lot of her body, but there is still plenty of untouched skin. Her tattoos all mean something, maybe not to those who see them, but to her they do. They represent her defiance. She got her first when she was fifteen, and her parents were livid. They tried kicking her out, but she couldn't have that, so, she walked out. In that same day, she decided she needed money, but didn't want to actually work for it. Faking being a prostitute, she found the most loaded man she could, and killed him. Took all of his money, and left him in his house, with his pants down, but underwear still on. She found a joy in killing someone, and not surprisingly, she became a killer. From there, she joined a gang, mostly for protection, but also because why not. She doesn't go out and kill everyone, maybe 1 out of 30 people she meets she'll think about killing and only about 1 out of about 80 that she meets she does kill.
Age: 23
Rper: Zaneblack98
Age: 23
Rper: Zaneblack98