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[eren.]

Full Name:
"Nicholas James O'Conner. I prefer Snake though."
Nickname:
Snake. He goes by this for two reasons. One: So his real name wouldn't get revealed. And Two: For his stealth and his ability to sneak up on someone so effortlessly, just like a snake. You don't know it's there until you get struck by it. Also, he's silent
Gender:
"I hope it's obvious..."
Male.
Age:
"Nineteen."
He is one of the youngest in the group, but he doesn't let his age difference affect the way he looks at himself compared to the others. He doesn't see himself as the weakest link just because he's the young one.
Birthdate:
"October 27. That is all I'm telling you."


Hair:
"My hair? You are asking about my hair...?"
Snake has a very interesting hairstyle. Styled in a scene hairstyle, his hair is a tone between a sandy brown and a dirty blonde with black streaks in front, and just plain black,his natural color, from his ears to the back of his head. He has bangs that cover his forehead, cut perfectly to frame his face, just above his eyes. On the sides, it's longer going just a little passed his chin. Behind his ears though, it's cut shorter like a shaggy hairstyle would have.
Eyes:
"Bright Amber. Some people say orange, others say red, but it is in fact Amber."
Naturally a deep, chocolate brown, Snake's eyes are not keen in sight, therefore he must wear contacts. Instead of getting clear contacts, Snake chose colored contacts; bright amber colored contacts. An intimidating, eye-catching color that gives him a cold look, this is what he was looking for and it is what he got. Snake wears dark, heavy eye-shadow for, once again, that intimidating factor. A bold, black, smokey eye is what he usually flaunts, but sometimes he switches it up or just doesn't wear it at all.
Height:
"I'm 5'9, why? Do I look short?"
Weight:
"About 176 pounds I would say."
Clothing:
Snake has a very unique style when it comes to his appearance. He almost always wears a hat, whether it's a fedora or a beanie, he always wear a hat. Also, he alternates between a classy tuxedo (minus the jacket) and just a simple, plain, tight, grey pullover hoodie with dark jeans and vans. It all depends.
Piercings:
"I have a few."
A nose piercing that is an open circle that hangs like an inverted bull nose ring. He also has snake bites on his lower lip, again an open circle, and his ears are triple pierced, two on the lobes and one on the top of his ear, on the cleavage part.
Other:
Snake isn't a quirky person, he simply doesn't want his identity to be revealed all while being intimidating all at once.


Personality:
When you first meet Snake, you can come up with three words right away. Quiet. Awkward. And Selective. He doesn't like to talk at all really, and when he does, he's very selective with his words. He almost never has emotion in his voice, just the same monotone, dull voice. The only time he shows emotion is through anger and that is rarely. Every now and then he does snap. He is still human you know. Snake is also awkward when you first meet him since he doesn't say things normal people would. He was a broad vocabulary and uses it frequently. Also because he is a bit reclusive, he is anti-social. Not to the extreme where he's afraid of people, but just to the point where he's not sure what to say in certain situations. He prefers to not talk unless needed.
History:
"My life is pretty normal..."
Snake grew up a normal, quiet child. He has never been one to talk much. He had two loving parents who supported him through anything and everything, living in a quaint house, nothing out of the ordinary. All of that changed when his father left his mother unexplained one day. Ever since then, Snake hasn't quite been the same. He became even more quiet to the point where he didn't talk for 4 months. He lost all emotion and became reclusive. He's recovered since then, but he's fractured. He has held a major grudge against his father ever since that day. He joined the group to let off some of that steam and to get his mind off of things.
Likes:
- Not talking much
- Being alone
- Doing his own thing
- Being different
- Chinese Food
- The color red
- The color black
- Fruit
Dislikes:
-Being looked down upon due to his age
- Talking a lot
- People accusing him or everything
- When his group constantly argues
- People telling him what to do
- Bright Colors
- Vegetables
- Crowds
- Loud Places


Orientation
"Why do you want to know?"
Snake's Bi-curious. He leans more towards women though.
Crush:
"Nobody at the moment. I'm not really looking though..."
Relationship Status:
"Single."
Theme Song:
Ignore the Whisper - The Darling Thieves.
Anything Else:
"No,that is all."

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[eren.]

[Thank you for accepting me!]

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"he ain't jack the ripper, he's your ordinary crook."

After you stare at words for long enough they stop making sense and sort of all blur into one line. The half empty bottle of whiskey next to the punk probably had something to do with that too. Trevor rubbed his eyes and tossed his ragged notebook down on the worn coffee table and leaned back into the couch which like the coffee table had obviously seen better days. There were bags of money stashed around the crappy safe house but until things cooled down they wouldn't be able to spend more then enough to get by on so no suspicion would be raised. The cops were on high alert.
Next to his notebook full of plans and bank layouts was the most recent newspaper. A blurry secturity camera picture of Trevor and the gang with ski mask's pulled over there faces and semi automatic guns aimed at civilians in the cities major bank covered the front page. He looked at it again feeling a odd mixture of pride and shame at once he shrugged trying to brush away his emotions, Trev ran a hand though his green hair, his mohawk was a mess; but so was the rest of him. He had finished going over the new robbery plan he wrote up for what felt like a hundred times as soon as all the other guys came around he would let them see it but Trev wasn't going to go get them. He assumed they were in the house somewhere.
Going out was a nerve racking experience for Trevor atleast. He didn't know how everyone else felt but personaly he rather sit on the couch getting drunk by himself scribbling in his notebook then go anywhere. Trevor hoped this whole antisocial thing he had developed would blow over as soon as they hand enough cash to get out of the country and live and do whatever they wanted. The young man kicked his feet up and the table and looked up at the clock that hung in the wall across the room. By this time tommorow afternoon they would be hitting up the last bank they wanted to in this state then heading for the coast. If there think went as planned. He hoped to god that everything went as planned.

[OrangeNeon]

Chase felt his heart catch in his throat as he thought about going out again. Not usually having this much trouble, he wondered why he was so nervous. Glancing at his ski mask laying on the coffee table, he sighed and thought about wearing it. He hated wearing the thing, it was itchy and hot. Closing his eyes, he noticed how sore they were too. Having such recognizable eyes, he had to wear brown colored contacts every time they went out. That was another thing he hated about this. Two things from a list of many.
Leaning far back on the couch he was sitting in, he stared at the white popcorn ceiling above him. There were water damages marks, and mysterious brown spots. Frowning in digust, he closed his eyes again, not wanting to look. He felt a migraine coming on, which he got enough, and decided to go take some medicine. As he stood up, it got steadly worse, making black spots appear in his vision. Slowing walking tonhis bag, in fear of passing out, he rooted around for his medicine. Not being able to find it, he groaned and wondered where it was. Running a hand.through his hair, he tried to think of places he might have left it. Not coming up with anything, he leaned against the plain wall behind him, and wondered where he had put it.
That's when he saw the newspaper lying on the coffee table and saw his picture on the front. He was suddenly glad they had the ski masks, or that would have gone down badly. Turning around from it, he wondered towards the couch. Plopping down, he tried tonget some sleep, since his headache clearly wasn't goning anywhere. The longer he sat there, the worse his headache got and the more restless he got. He just couldn't get the plan for tomorrow off his head, but he didn't regret becoming a robber one bit. Chase was just a nervous person.