forum Homeless gang rp! (closed)
Started by @blue_topaz
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Yes, it's usually, if I may…

"Sisi WENT to the store, then lookED around for the requestED supply. He sighED as he didn't find anything and grabbED something else instead."

@ElderGod-Carrots

okay so rn we have four characters who will be in the gang/group from the start, @Carrots is Liam in or not? It would be helpful if he was in, bc we'll have more people out of the gang than in if @Qxeenscryche 's character is also outside

Hello and yeah, Liam is in the gang already :)

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Name: Maximus "Max" Nathan Kallos
Age: 20
Biological sex and gender: Male, and male
Sexuality: Pansexual
Appearance:
Height: 5'11
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Hair Color: Light Blonde
General Features: With light blonde hair separated down the side, some of the strands are close to clouding his vision, but he doesn’t seem to mind it much. If someone was to look closely though, they would see the soft undertones of ash brown, his original hair color, tucked under the dyed lighter blonde. Max dyes his hair regularly to maintain his hair color as well. Although his eye color is a typical dark brown, they seem to brighten under the lighting. Sharp features make up most of his face, paired with an expression that normally spoke of disinterest whilst being observant. He has a muscular build, trained up from his years of martial arts and helping around with manual labor to support his mother and himself. There are scars scattered across his body from a range of different experiences of working, in particular, a burn scar mark on his left arm that came from his younger self when he tried to cook for his mother. He usually tries to hide this with long sleeved shirts. Max also has ear piercings on both his earlobes and the tattoos in the pic, except the ones on the fingers and outer palm.
(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/427615350125887499/461946295897292800/f0835904f3818c7a4021e759e11f41b6.jpg)
Typical Wear: Anything comfortable
Personality: At first sight, Maximus seems like the type to not care about anything, disinterested towards all around him and concerned with only his own matters, however, upon getting to know him more, often people find him to be softer than they expected. Distant at first, he grows warmer as people get to know him, his cautious side slowly letting down his guard to allow others in past his walls. Upon getting to know him, he is caring and loyal towards his friends, willing to rush to their defense if they need his help. On the battlefield, he is able to keep a calm and cool mind to address things logically and rationally, however, when he loses his cool and gets angry, he will go into a rage and become more impulsive, relying on the battle instincts he has gathered over the years.
Powers: Pyrokinesis
Fears: Losing his loved ones/family/friends
Backstory: You'll see
Place in the story: Inside the gang

(Is he okay?)

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Name: Maximus "Max" Nathan Kallos
Age: 20
Biological sex and gender: Male, and male
Sexuality: Pansexual
Appearance:
Height: 5'11
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Hair Color: Light Blonde
General Features: With light blonde hair separated down the side, some of the strands are close to clouding his vision, but he doesn’t seem to mind it much. If someone was to look closely though, they would see the soft undertones of ash brown, his original hair color, tucked under the dyed lighter blonde. Max dyes his hair regularly to maintain his hair color as well. Although his eye color is a typical dark brown, they seem to brighten under the lighting. Sharp features make up most of his face, paired with an expression that normally spoke of disinterest whilst being observant. He has a muscular build, trained up from his years of martial arts and helping around with manual labor to support his mother and himself. There are scars scattered across his body from a range of different experiences of working, in particular, a burn scar mark on his left arm that came from his younger self when he tried to cook for his mother. He usually tries to hide this with long sleeved shirts. Max also has ear piercings on both his earlobes and the tattoos in the pic, except the ones on the fingers and outer palm.
(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/427615350125887499/461946295897292800/f0835904f3818c7a4021e759e11f41b6.jpg)
Typical Wear: Anything comfortable
Personality: At first sight, Maximus seems like the type to not care about anything, disinterested towards all around him and concerned with only his own matters, however, upon getting to know him more, often people find him to be softer than they expected. Distant at first, he grows warmer as people get to know him, his cautious side slowly letting down his guard to allow others in past his walls. Upon getting to know him, he is caring and loyal towards his friends, willing to rush to their defense if they need his help. On the battlefield, he is able to keep a calm and cool mind to address things logically and rationally, however, when he loses his cool and gets angry, he will go into a rage and become more impulsive, relying on the battle instincts he has gathered over the years.
Powers: Pyrokinesis
Fears: Losing his loved ones/family/friends
Backstory: You'll see
Place in the story: Inside the gang

(Is he okay?)

@blue_topaz

he's perfect! I'll just put him in the description, one sec)

here's my starter, aand we're off!)

Morrigan shot the sun a black-eyed glare so fierce that she imagined it melting right out of the sky. Stupid sun. Stupid sweltering heat. Everything was humid and burning and uncomfortable. And naturally, she had decided to wear her leather jacket with a tank top underneath, so there was no way in hell she was going to take that off and expose her arms. Squinting up at the infernal glowing orb in the annoyingly blue sky, she wiped the sweat from her forehead and pushed her curtain of thick black hair out of her face. No elastic bands to tie it back either. Just fantastic.

Still, she tugged the sleeves of her jacket down further so as not to accidentally flash a fresh cut, slipping her hand into the messenger bag she had slung over one shoulder and brushing her fingers against the pistol hidden inside. Just in case. Morrigan didn’t know why she was so angry today, but she was afraid of accidentally lashing out at the group back at the warehouse, so at the first report that they may be under someone’s radar she was out and scouting. They all knew that the chances of being found out were tiny, but no one wanted to take any chances, especially not those on the run from their families. Family. Her mind briefly flashed to that dark corner, the minefield of memories. No. Now was not the time to remember. It was never the time to think back, at it would never be time either.

Shaking her head as if to clear it, Morrigan peeked out of the alley she was positioned in, a silver necklace slipping out from under her neckline and hanging down. She ignored it and scrutinized the unusually empty street. Where were the people? The cars? The stray cats (ew, cats. She hated cats.), the dogs? Something felt off about it, and she felt dread uncurling in her stomach. Her ravens, Huginn and Muninn, hadn’t returned with a warning call yet, but she was still nervous, uncharacteristically jumpy. The hair on the back of her neck prickled and she instinctively tensed, preparing for an attack, for something to jump out of the shadows. But there was no one. Not even a single whisper of a ghost, much less a living person. She had to be going insane.

Clenching her fists so hard that her black nails dug into her palms, almost drawing blood, Morrigan let out a forced breath to ease her paranoia. There was no one. Only the sun, an empty street, and the dark figure crouched on the roof above her that she hadn’t seen yet.

(dun dun dun)
(aaand we’ve begun!)
(it's long sorry)

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3:30. 3:30, the moment Sisi got out of school on his last day. He'd be a senior next year, but his junior year was the worst year of his life. The bell rung overhead, Sisi grabbed his things and was one of the first guys out the door and into the sweltering heat. He ran down the street, the heated breeze casting his brown hair to warm up. The heat soaked into his hair as he ran down the abandoned streets, a fleeting bliss in his chest. He was free! For the summer.
He slowed to a stop, his breath hardly gone from his chest. He was a very good runner, he ran track for a while, he knew what it was like to be overheated and tired.

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( if they're in the gang do they still go to school? Really sorry, i missed some background info)

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Cool, fair warning this week i'll be on and off. I have a drama thing///