Name: Vince
Age: 18 (Depends, it changes with the plot)
Hight: 5 foot 8
About: He is funny and quiet, but gets loud when you get him going. His personality changes with the situation, but he is VERY felaxable and open-minded.
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Age: 25
Height: 5 foot 10
Likes: Mechanics, Cars, Fighting, Brandy and Hanging Out.
Hates: Girly Crap and Bullies
About: Originally from what is now Napa, California. Zane is a bounty hunter with a knack for building and fixing things of all kinds, a knack that he has decided to put to use in a Mechanic's shop right next to Alastair's music shop. Some call it bad locating but it has purposes like the fact they can stay in the same house that is above the shop. Due to the lack of jobs hunting he has made the Mechanic shop a primary source of income. Not that he really needs it. After meeting his best friend Alastair he had picked up a hobby of playing instruments, favoring drums.
He tends to be laid back, sometimes a little too much for the situation. For example when people shoot at him, just starts to make jokes like crazy. His love for pizza is only second to is love for making the craziest machines, from tanks to fucking robots in all sizes. His smart-ass attitude tends to get him into all kinds of different fights, from smarting off in bars to dealing with the cops. His hands calloused from fighting and mechanics but that means nothing to the raven haired man who, considering his nature, is a lot more kind and open with much confidence. He is a very protective guy, a kind of caring friend that could have got him killed. With that level of caring you can expect him to become a hard ass from hell, bitching and cursing when someone close does something stupid and puts themselves in danger.
With the way he holds himself it's as if he hasn't a care in the world, but everyone has a past and he is no different.
Now his confidence and fighting has it's reasons, a reason with info he wouldn't just give out unless he was to fight with it of have some trust in the person. Or they have something about them that isn't human or he has blackmail. This reason being (One he mostly trys to hide) that he is a demon, a Desaten which is a kind that gets it's nourishment from conflict and war. A kind that was responsible for lies thrown around to start wars, the whisper in wind and the shadow playing puppeteer. Different kinds need different levels of conflict, some being able to just live with arguments and others NEEDING horrible fighting.
Name: Alastair Love
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Age: 21
Height: 5 foot 9
Race: Human
Likes: Music, Art, Making Cloths and Red Wine
Hates: Bad Singers, The Smell of Strong Perfume and Smoking
About: Originally from Boston, Massachusetts. Alastair has started to make his living off a nice Music shot conveniently placed next to his great friend Zane, the two of them sharing the apartments above like a couple of collage students. They live about the same way too. A noisy guitar player and loud singer, his whole shop has been soundproofed and windows bared. Not saying he is bad though, he is good enough to make money at it. Along with being able to play them, he is also able to fix and even make interments of all kinds. Being by a mechanic has it's uses as he has access to metal works along with a privet room in back for some special kind of work.
As anyone who might know him even a little, Alastair has a habit of being a talker. He has a oddly placed Austrian accent that had been picked up from his mother, one he works with in his music. He is fairly polite until you start being rude to him, then he can be just as bad. Most of the time he can be seen with his gitar a oddly colored white one with silver metal on it. As odd as it looks it sounds perfect and the color almost seems to glow when it's played well. while he is polite it won't stop him from trying to flirt, and he isn't just going to look for girls. But it can be said that with the same gender he may flirt but never get to seirous unless he really liked them, which in itself if rare as fuck.
He is a bit of a sugar-holic from hell, all kinds of caffeinated things and sweets he will destroy them. This tends to make him slightly hyper most of the time, though it mostly adds up to being chatty and pacing. While he normally mellows after a while if he gets a shit-ton he will get tired and find some plate to crash for a while. Any time in between dealing with his shop is spent on a little hobby he has in the upper floors, one that he wouldn't be as willing to talk about until he knew you. Though this would account for his style and vent off some of his creativity.
Now on one can say he is a push-over, because he will fight. In fact this is the reason for the odd looking guitar, It doubles as a special weapon the he and Zane had made for him and him alone, enchanted to where only he could use it as a weapon. This ability to use it makes him question his origins though as he never knew most of it due to the lack of family members. This is also a reason for many valuable stones ans such lining the walls of the shop, hence the need for bared windows.
Name: Jax
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Hight: 5 foot 11
Likes: Guns, Blades, Training and Vodka
Hates: Cowards and The sound of Crying
Looks: His most notable feature is the cyborg parts and red cyber-eye on the left or his face. The working right eye is a contrast to his blue hair (Kind of like Ben Whishaw's hair
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About: Jax was a soldier from a group called A.R.K. that got hit with C4 explosives. Undergoing heavy surgery he as finally brought back as the first cyborg solder on A.R.K., but do to shrapnel piercing through his left eye into his brain he suffered some mental complications resulting in emotion confusion and no understanding of it. Along with the emotional loss he lost all memory of his past before A.R.K. Trained so well on combat it was seen fit to let in take front line once more into a secret battle in MT. Carmel , Pennsylvania. During the coarse of the battle he encountered a fallen solder who recognized him. With the solders final words he spoke of the past Jax had long forgotten and his family before he smiled brightly and said "It was good to see you again, Brother." And died. Afterwards he left A.R.K. and found a new home in a small town where he met his new friends Alastair and Zane, becoming the drummer for the band.
Angelo Detamore
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Born on July 30, 1986.
Hometown - Spearman, Texas.
Born in the upper part of the southern state Angelo had a normal family. Father was in the police force for five years before he left for the military (Marines) . Mother was extremely smart, working for the government as a scientist. If it did not seem normal to others it was for him, and it was no wonder he became what he was.
He had taken on a job training with spies/Splinter Cells after getting in touch with them though his mother. He had always been athletic when he was a teen, playing football and such so he was fit enough to handle it. He soon became well off as a highly trained Cell but soon found something more interesting.
On one job he was sent on he encountered some Mercenaries that had been hired by the target for protection. Trying to bargain with him after he unarmed them in the night, he found that the pay was much better and he could be his own boss if he wanted. It was a much better idea at the time thus; he dropped all contact with his former boss. He ran with the little band of Mercs for a time, mixing brute strength along with his stealth to make an intimidating combo even to the crew he was with.
He was so much disliked for his skill by the others that on one job they let him run it on his own. It was a five-man job but he was told it only took one. Needless to say it didn't end wee and found him caught by the target. Beaten senseless for information he knew nothing about he was throw into a nearby river. It ran hard and fast, causing even more damage before he washed up on shore.
Being found by a few teens nearby he was taken to a hospital to receive care. With nothing on him, none knew him, but after blood tests and searching his face turned up. He woke up to find people asking questions, but he was unable to answer. He had lost all memory of everything, the damage to his head causing amnesia.
He recovered for a few week, during which time he was found by his former boss who looked to know what had happened to him. He didn't get his answer. Angelo was offered his job back at the agency, to which he agreed but in turn, he was to be told of who he was. Well it took them about three weeks to get through some of the detail of himself, but he felt he was missing something. They had held back things they didn't want him to know, using this to keep him under their thumb. They refreshed his memory on his skills, ever talent coming back with ease.
But it didn't feel right, so he took his leave on a 'vacation' to 'find himself'. He took up residents at a random apartment, searching for jobs to take and the past he couldn't remember.
Angelo Detamore.
Trained Fighter, Mercenary, Splinter Cell and Spy.
Now the Soldier in the Dark of his own past, seeking answers and someone who knows him.
[Angelo tends to have dreams of his lost memories but he tends to brush them of unless they are proven it be real in some way. He also has flashbacks from time to time during somthing stressful that somehow relates to the memory.]
[As a Spy he has had to travel around to a lot of other countries, there for knows a few different languages, though are a little rough: Russian, Swedish, Italian]
[He is skilled in hand-to-hand combat as well as a assortment of guns. But he prefers his hand gun or a knife.]