Yay! Ok, here we go:
Full Name: Shane Cady (goes by Candyman)
Age: 29
Sexual Orientation: Ace and aro
Open to any sort of relationship within this rp?: He’s not super into the whole relationship thing
Is there any specific role you'd wish for them to have, in the gang or otherwise: Planner/strategist. Uses information gathered by others to create plans of action
► physical appearance: Short (5’5”) and stocky, with medium brown hair and blue-green eyes.
Any specific defining features: Completely ordinary in almost every way. Like, almost strangely ordinary, so much so that most people have trouble recalling what he looks like.
►Background (Optional); Was a medical student at a nearby university until he was expelled for running an undercover drug ring. Became a part of the gang to escape homelessness after being released from jail.
Does this character have a background that you would wish for us to know?: Nobody knows much about him, and he prefers it that way
Looks great! okay, so long as everyone's ready, ill post a starter!
It all started with a short phone call, as most things in this 'family' do. minute, thirty seconds at most. Then, it was done. A short, crisp, one-sentence phone call.
"The Great Bear is dead. Report home immediately"
The shock was as immediate as the dropping of tasks and weapons. The flocking to 'home'. Now, all that's left is a group of people, barely knowing, or knowing each other all too well. Glances cast across the room.
Davie leans against the wall, his stomach buzzing, death is expected. It's a natural part of this job that each person was quite familiar with…but The Bear? The leader? Everyone always figured he was untouchable. No one expected this.
Tam had already been home for quite some time when the others arrived, the family. He lived here, called it home and meant it more than most did, so he was the one who greeted the masses. Who led them inside and tried to pretend the only reason he was in high standing with the family- his favorite lover, his leader- hadn't been shot right under his nose.
Shane sits down in a smooth leather chair, it’s arms worn with use and age. He leans back and rubs his hand over his eyes, stubble tracing his cheeks. Shane’s gotten next to no sleep since the Bear died, going through spotty, inconsistent records and making dozens of calls to get everyone back home. It’s nice to get a minute or two to rest now that everyone has finally arrived, but it’s moments like these when the news hits him hardest.
The Bear is gone. Forever.
Chris pulled up the white mask to cover the lower half of their face. They had already been on their way to surprise visit their birth family when the call came though, and immediately the course of direction changed. As the car pulled up around the back of the house, they rose their white hood so that their eyes were almost covered, and strode into the back entrance. Less people would see them that way, and they could watch from the shadows. The only way someone would know another body was present was from the soft clicking of heels along the ground. Great Bear is gone huh? Someone's asking to be murdered…
Davie cleared his throat as the room fell into silence. "So, who did it then?" He asks, his piercing eyes scanning the room. "Who's taking the credit?" he pushes himself off the wall, "C'mon? Who's willing to own up to it?" Anger, a usually non-existent, edge, creeps into his voice. "You did it, did what we couldn't do, congrats! Who was it?!" His first slams into the wall, the brass on his knuckles indenting it.
“I don’t believe that’s the most productive thing we could be doing right now,” Shane says softly. He stands up slowly, like he’s confronting a rabid animal. “Sit down, have a drink. No need to get nasty.”
Victor walked into the room, his piercing blue eyes scanning the room before he settles down. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, stressed at the fact that his boss had well. Gone. There were so many people in his life that he lost. And now this.
Tam pursed his lips, grabbing some of the whiskey the boss always kept stashed in his desk- it wasn't like he was gonna use it now- and poured out a couple glasses, passing them around. "Everyone calm down. We need to be methodical about this. Getting mad isn't gonna help anything."
As much as Chris would have loved to take credit for killing The Bear, it wasn't so much as a reward as it was a punishment. The Bear was the person who cared for the entire family, raised them into the people they were now, and with him gone it was clear that the family would soon start to crumble apart. Tucked away in the shadows of the room, Chris stood with their arms crossed over their chest, one heel propped up against the wall behind. Their eyes glazed over the room, at all the members who had gathered, but none would take it as hard as Tam. Chris knew that guy was close with their leader, in more ways than one, so one could only imagine the pain Tam was going through.
Now wasn't the right time to speak, even as the others did converse. The later they noticed Chris being there the better.
Chris never showed up for anything, hell, they hadn't seen these people in over a year. Only a phone call was all they graced the rest of the family with…
Victor shook his head at the glass. "The last thing I need to do right now is getting drunk, Tam." his accent was rough, thick. It sounded like he hadn't slept in a while. There were bags under his eyes, and they were heavy with grief. The right hand stood and began to pace, a habit he did when he was stressed or upset. He placed his hands behind his back and looked down.
Davie turns to Shane, his eyes scanning over him. He brushes his hair out of his eyes, "Have a drink? SO what? So one of you can poison me? Get someone else out of the way?" His tone slowly decreases in level, but not in venom behind his words.
"The only thing any of us needs right now is a distraction, sweetheart." Tam was as put together as he always was in a sharp Valentino suit. The only thing showing his stress was his nails, chewed down to the quick. "To The Bear, may he rest in peace." He raised his glass to the sky before taking a long sip.
(I'll be right back, I have something I need to do)
"Davie." His voice rung out against the tense air, pausing at the toast. He nods in acknowledgement. "The last thing we need to do is make this family fall apart. There shouldn't be blaming of anyone until we figure out what's going on and how it happened." He stilled before gazing over the room. "As of now, we have nothing to go off of. And this is going to be stupidly hard. I know that all of us are stressed. I know that all of us are angry. So right now, we need to work together to figure it out. We're a family. A family with a mole." He states coldly. "And whoever that mole may be, I would run if I were you."
“A fair and valid point. However, I do think there’s something important we’re missing here. Who’s taking the Bear’s place?” Shane asks bluntly, swirling the whiskey in his glass around.
(Who should be in charge?)
Davie straightens out his clothes and hair, taking a long pause to make himself a small drink, before offering a far different tone than before. "Moving on so quickly, eh, Shane?' He asks, narrowing his eyes, while maintaining a sickly sweet tone, "How thoughtful."
(Who should be in charge?)
(That right there is a valid question, I can take charge, just as I started the rp, but if someone else wants to, then they can kinda just…offer it, if their character suits it better than mine)
(I can do it, since he was the right hand… But I dunno if that's okay with anyone else.)
“Just practicality. No use crying over spilled milk,” Shane replies. “We still have a criminal empire to run, after all.” He leans back against the wall, his muscles subtly tensed for a fight.
(Idk, it’s probs something that should take a while to resolve but that seems like a good choice)
(I can do it, since he was the right hand… But I dunno if that's okay with anyone else.)
(yeah that'll be good! so, it'll take a while to naturally get to that, but im good with it being you! so we can just guide it towards that)
