[Bob. and Damon der Nacht]

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This is Bob. and I's roleplay, so please don't post unless you're either of us!

Plot-
In the early 1900's, Probation is issued on alcohol. Many people are insanely mad, and then two gangs of bootleggers show up, making booze and selling it to the public as well as the police as a bribe so they'll get off their tail. Since both gangs are very successful, they soon get into bloody fights as they try to invade the other's territories, and soon it turns into an all out war.

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•Username•
•Character's Name•
•Gender•
•Age•
•Rank•
•Gang•
•Appearance•
•Personality•
•Relationship•
•Weapon of choice•
•Other•

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•Username• Bob.
•Character's Name• Vinny.
•Gender• Male.
•Age• 21.
•Rank• Ring-Leader.
•Gang• Hellfire.
•Appearance•

•Personality•
•Relationship• "No, and not happening."
•Weapon of choice• A dagger he keeps with him.
•Other• Nothing.

•Username• Bob.
•Character's Name• Knife.
•Gender• Male.
•Age• 19.
•Rank• Beta.
•Gang• Asylum.
•Appearance•

•Personality•
•Relationship• "I'm a player, man."
•Weapon of choice• Hand-gun.
•Other• Nothing.

•Username• Bob.
•Character's Name• Rouge.
•Gender• Male.
•Age• 20.
•Rank• Marker.
•Gang• Hellfire.
•Appearance•

•Personality•
•Relationship• "Nah."
•Weapon of choice• Anything.
•Other• Nothing.

•Username• Bob.
•Character's Name• Selena.
•Gender• Female.
•Age• 21.
•Rank• Distracter.
•Gang• Asylum.
•Appearance•

•Personality•
•Relationship• "All the guys here are jerks."
•Weapon of choice• Doesn't matter.
•Other• Nothing.

•Username• Bob.
•Character's Name• Joe.
•Gender• Male.
•Age• 23.
•Rank• Interrogator.
•Gang• Asylum.
•Appearance•

•Personality•
•Relationship• "No."
•Weapon of choice• Any form of gun.
•Other• Nothing.

•Username• Bob.
•Character's Name• Tegan.
•Gender• Female.
•Age• 20.
•Rank• Offense.
•Gang• Hellfire.
•Appearance•

•Personality•
•Relationship• "Yeah right."
•Weapon of choice• A knife.
•Other• Nothing.

•Username• Bob.
•Character's Name• Sonny.
•Gender• Female.
•Age• 18.
•Rank• Defense.
•Gang• Asylum.
•Appearance•

•Personality•
•Relationship• "I wish."
•Weapon of choice• Not sure.
•Other• Nothing.

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•Username• Damon der Nacht
•Character's Name• Gamble
•Gender• Male
•Age• Roughly 25
•Rank• Ring Leader
•Gang• The Asylum
•Appearance•
•Personality• Gamble is a fairly light-hearted man, who does his best to remain aloof and sarcastic no matter what the situation. Because of this he makes friends rather easily, and enjoy surrounding himself with people as he hates being alone with his rather jumbled thoughts.

His main quirk however, is his deck of cards, all of which have apples on their faces. Quite why this is, only Gamble truly knows and they also give his the alternate name of 'Apple'. He uses these cards to decide every action he takes, the result depending on a number of factors; possibly color, number or whether the card chosen is face up or down. This obviously puts him in many odd and sometimes dangerous situations, however he takes it all in stride, barely ever becoming angry or irritated.
•Relationship• He's not really interested.
•Weapon of choice• Two twin daggers
•Other• None

•Username• Damon der Nacht
•Character's Name• Missy
•Gender• Female
•Age• 22
•Rank• Distracter
•Gang• Hellfire
•Appearance•
•Personality• Missy is a rather charming girl, and she loves her role as the Distracter since she's quite partial to her skill. Most of the time she is alone, just thinking about what her life would be like if she hadn't joined the gang and how she can use her skill next, if it is needed. If she isn't alone, she's helping the gang with her role and doesn't usually say much.

Even though she can charm, she doesn't really flirt inside the gang. Maybe a little teasing here and there, but she's never considered an actual relationship with anyone. If she ever has had a romantic past, it doesn't come up anywhere. Since she's a girl in the gang, she isn't really required there but chooses to be since she has nowhere else to go other than the gang since her parents died and she's not eighteen.
•Relationship• She flirts, but never has fallen in love.
•Weapon of choice• Her charm.
•Other• None

•Username• Damon der Nacht
•Character's Name• Ace
•Gender• Male
•Age• 23 or 24
•Rank• Interrogator
•Gang• Hellfire
•Appearance•
•Personality• He's not very sparing with his job. Ace isn't afraid to torture someone, and does his job willingly and without fear. As he saw his parents get murdered, he is quite twisted with his ways. Most people give him the information right away before they break, because he will indeed chop your arm off without fear. His killing is painless, he simply breaks your neck although he waits before he does in case they break before it.

If he shows any kindness, it is usually after he has his hands clean and had the body out of the room. He'll talk for a little while with someone, but it's usually very brief and he's quite closed off. He's not the man to bring in some poor abandoned kittens and raise them, he's more the type to take them and give them to someone else if he doesn't just leave them there without noticing at all.
•Relationship• Eh. Too involved with his work.
•Weapon of choice• Scissors, various knives, pliers, a hammer, and drills.
•Other• Yes, I know he's Luck Gandor from Baccano. Love the series. >.<

•Username• Damon der Nacht
•Character's Name• Jace
•Gender• Female
•Age• 20
•Rank• Marker
•Gang• The Asylum
•Appearance•
•Personality• She's very quiet but when she does talk to you, she's a very honest person. Even though she spends most of her time in silence, her real self shows in through her artwork. Her realism is amazing, and she can draw like no one else that most people have ever seen. It's truly surprising what she can do with a simple can of spray paint. A few years ago, the gang pooled together some money and bought her a sketchbook. She was thrilled, and now she keeps it with her, the cover rubbed smooth and drawings crammed in neat little squares.
•Relationship• She considers one sometimes.
•Weapon of choice• She's not violent.
•Other• None.

•Username• Damon der Nacht
•Character's Name• Jaxter
•Gender• Male
•Age• 19
•Rank• Offense
•Gang• Hellfire
•Appearance•
•Personality• Jaxter is very rash and he likes to do things his own way, even though he's nineteen and his parents said that he'd outgrow his childish manner. But, he didn't. He's outgoing and likes to be himself, even if the gang doesn't really like it that way. He'll say what he wants to say and sugar coats nothing, even if it is what the person doesn't want to hear at that moment; he doesn't care.

But, if someone tells him to do something and is a higher rank than him, he'll follow it with no questions asked and no hesitations whatsoever, even if he is a little bit scared. He's very loyal to Hellfire, and would give his life to protect the other members, which is why he is so willing and stubborn; he just wants the best of the best for the group. Even if it may make him seem as childish as he does to most people.
•Relationship• It crosses his mind sometimes.
•Weapon of choice• A shotgun.
•Other• None

•Username• Damon der Nacht
•Character's Name• Axel
•Gender• Male
•Age• 22
•Rank• Defense
•Gang• Hellfire
•Appearance•
•Personality• Your traditional perfectionist. He's obsessed with everything going a certain way, and will freak out if even one hair is out of place with someone. He hates to admit this habit, but it shows with him and it is often revealed. His appearance is always kept up, he cuts his own hair if he has to. And if he finds that something isn't perfect in his mind, he'll adjust it until it is all good, even if it might be something he's not supposed to touch.

Rearrange something that he so carefully 'made perfect' and he'll freak out if he notices it, which is why most people in the gang have learned that his adjustments are not the ones to touch. Definitely not the ones to touch if you plan on living a peaceful life. If he thinks you're going to touch something he switched around, he'll protect it like a freaking guard dog. Most people regard him as insane.
•Relationship• He's too obsessed with his perfectionism.
•Weapon of choice• His fists
•Other• None

•Username• Damon der Nacht
•Character's Name• Fox
•Gender• Female
•Age• 23
•Rank• Defense
•Gang• The Asylum
•Appearance•
•Personality• Fox is a kind girl, and she won't hesitate to help someone out who needs it. Even though no one knows that she really is a girl, sometimes it shows in her actions. If someone is hurt, she'll be the one who steps forward when everyone else shies back like scared horses then slink off with excuses to do other stuff. Despite this, she never lets anyone touch her, and will freak out if someone does. She's just afraid to be found out and kicked out by the Asylum, it's like her home that she's lived in for more years than she can count.
•Relationship• She sometimes considers it.
•Weapon of choice• A two-bladed knife.
•Other• She obviously crossdresses.

•Username• Damon der Nacht
•Character's Name• Cain
•Gender• Male
•Age• 19
•Rank• Hostage
•Gang• Currently kept by the Asylum
•Appearance•
•Personality• A truly nervous boy, he is very paranoid and constantly checks over his shoulder for any danger at all. If someone stops him in the street or something to ask him the time, he'll flip. He doesn't have any mental illnesses or anything, he's just very nervous. He honestly has no reason to be, he was just born that way.
•Relationship• He seriously doubts he'll fall in love with any of his captors.
•Weapon of choice• None.
•Other• None.


[Can't do the rest right now, my little brother is throwing a fit. >.<']

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[Let's start!]

Gamble-
quietly observed what the people in his gang were doing, watching as wine and beer were made. This stupid probation had made them hundreds of dollars so far, and he knew there were more to come. He flipped through his deck of cards and looked about, wondering how this day was going to go by. Today they were going to be shipping some moonshine to some guy that wanted some pretty badly. He'd offered them quite a bit just to get the liquid. He could make it himself. I didn't know that people could be so addicted to stuff like that. He thought, getting up from the crate he had been sitting on and checking around for any cops that might pass by their territory. Or possibly Hellfires.

Missy-
was walking around town, her hips swaying in the usual way as the guys she walked past 'subtly' checked her out. As her role of Distracter for the Hellfires, she was quite happy with the way things usually went, and right now she was going to go and buy some supplies for the gang that Vinny had asked her to get. She may be young, but she'd earned a high place and was proud to be a part of the gang. In reality, she didn't really have anywhere to go but the gang, and she was too afraid to go anywhere else. She felt safe with everyone, even if her gang did kill people for information. That place was her home.

Ace-
brandished the scissors he owned at the person he was interrogating, a grin on his face as he looked into the terrified eyes of his victim. "Now, sir, we can get this over with nice and easy or I won't have to use these, now, wanna let the cat outta the bag?" He asked him, and the face of the man got even paler, and his mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, his terror not allowing him to speak for a little while before he burst. "T-The Asylums are probably gonna go downtown today to do somethin' I'm not s-sure what it is though." Whimpered the man, and Ace pt down the scissors with the same grin. "Thank you for your info, sir, we got that over quick. Now get ya a-- outta here before I change my mind." Head down, the victim ran out of the room, eyes not leaving him. A usual start of the day. Hopefully, he'd get more victims before the day was over.

Jace-
was currently renewing the Asylum's symbol, a large white skull with blood dripping out of the eyeballs. She'd drawn it a jillion times this morning in her neatly squared notebook and was thankful that she had, the paint she was using came out well as if she was sketching it straight onto a canvas. Gory as it was, Jace was grateful to draw something. As an artist, she just wanted to keep her hands busy and that was why she had her trusty sketching book with her. It had costed ten bucks, as it had a pretty cover and lots of pages. As she painted, she cradled it in one arm, concentrated on making it look nice. She saw their Ring Leader, Gamble, walk by, but she didn't acknowledge him.

Jaxter-
eagerly paced on the Hellfire's border, wanting to just protect his gang and prove himself. He liked it that way, but so far no one was really coming by, and he hoped that someone eventually would. People just crossed by their territory, nervously whistling as they knew that this was the land of the Hellfires, as even the normal civilians knew about them, the bootleggers that practically ran the business. His eyes narrowed as he thought of their competition. Those stupid Asylum people, thinking that they're better than us in every way possible...

Axel-
was currently rearranging some random gang member's room, careful to make sure that the books on the shelves were stacked by both colour and size, and frustratedly threw one onto the ground that he couldn't fit into a category. I want this to be perfect! Stupid book... He thought, his pouty face coming on. Of course, everyone in the gang knew that they shouldn't bother their partially welcomed perfectionist when he was mad. He gritted his teeth and dug his nails into his palm, thinking of where he should put it. For a twenty-two year old man, he was rather immature.

Fox-
carefully buttoned up her white shirt and then buttoned her black jacket most of the way, letting the red tie show and a bit of white. Her cross-dressing was a very difficult and careful thing to do, and she always was nervous that someone would find her out. Thankfully, no one had so far since she'd joined the Asylum, and was glad that no one ever asked about why she was so caring or why she was the first to help someone. They just thought that she was a nice guy. It might not always be that way, Fox. You need to be careful. Very careful.

Cain-
nervously bit his nails and looked through the small slats of the crate that he was shoved into, his arms and back aching as he waited to be let out for interrogation. He felt like crying, as they'd already punched the crap out of him and broken his jaw. His tongue felt strange and thick in his mouth as he tried to move it around. How was he supposed to talk if he couldn't even manage to barely open his mouth?

[R0be0]

Vinny was in the Hellfire base, there was some beer being made today, and of course he had to overlook it. Sometimes he saw a couple of gang members take a few sips, though he didn't mind. If they were going to be drunken, than that would make them better fighters if per say The Asylums tried to raid. When someone was drunk they wouldn't have much control, and so it would be easy for them to get into more bloodier, and more damaging fights. Vinny was used to just throwing away his men easily, because he knew that even if they did end up having less members than the Asylum crowd, they were still much stronger.

Knife was in the Asylum's land, of course he was, as the Asylum's beta he was allowed to do anything he wanted to on this land, as he continued to walk along, he soon saw Jace - the marker, re-newing the symbol. A smug smirk covered his face as he approached her, and leaned up on the wall by the symbol, "You know, most girls would faint at the honor of being so close to someone as good-looking, and amazing as I am." He said, the smirk on his face never dying.

Rouge was working on another symbol for the Hellfire's land. He was a pretty skilled artist, and he knew what he was doing. The Hellfire's symbol was a snake, with red tiger claws slashing through it. He knew how to draw it with his eyes closed, because Vinny had made him draw it in a lot of places, over and over again. Once or twice, he had even been told to draw inside the Asylum's territory, that hadn't ended good. And he had a long scar on his neck from a knife-wound he had gotten there.

Selena was walking around, aimlessly some would say, but she was thinking. There was a lot on her mind since she even joined up into this gang life, and at first she wasn't sure she even wanted to be a part of it, though here she was as the Asylum's female distracter. She was glad though, that she didn't have to fight all that much, because in her heart she was far from being an aggressive and nasty person. She was a bit confused though, and she didn't like being confused.

Joe walked towards the crate in which he knew where there was a hostage being held. He smirked, he loved his job. He kicked the crate once, then twice. The smirk never dying. "You're going to wish that you were never born Hellfire!" He snapped, as he opened the crate and grabbed Cain roughly by one of the arms, as he guided him to where he would be interrogated. It was a room, a small dirty old room. Joe quickly removed a gun from his pocket, "now I want you to tell me everything you know, that is unless." He gripped the gun, "you don't value your life."

Tegan was wondering what was going to happen today, true she didn't have much plans of having done anything herself, but she was like that. She liked it when people did random things, and then she could be amused. She loved it when some gang members got into a fight or something, and she often found that priceless. She loves a good joke, and so she liked it when anything funny happened. Surprisingly for a bloody gang, in the middle of a war, she could find a lot funny with them.

Sonny was just relaxing today, she didn't have anything that she was assigned to do, and so she didn't plan on doing any extra work when she didn't even have to. She wasn't a lazy person, though she figured, why waste energy when you don't need to? She was like that, she didn't like work all that much, and the only thing keeping from calling her lazy was her love for sports. She did love them and she used to play them a lot before she joined all this gang business.

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Gamble-
had finished walking along the territory, not noticing that his Beta had decided to fool around a bit with Jace. His hands were busy shuffling his deck, as if out of instinct. They kind of were an extra appendage to him, the thing that he kept closer than his daggers and less than his life. Running his fingers through his dark hair, he came back inside their borders and quietly watched everyone making the booze, eyes not leaving the progress. Of course, they could just kill the guy and mug him, but he'd said that they were going to make the real thing today, not some water stuck in bottles. Yes, they had done that before. Just a gang's dishonesty.

Missy-
stepped into the store, sighing as she saw some drunken men yelling at the cashier to lower the price, guns in their hands. Poor dude, I should probably help him. Or maybe I can just walk out with what we need. The second option won over the first, since gang money was scarce, as usual. Walking to the back, she grabbed what she had been ordered to get and walked out, the guy behind her looking more shocked than he had when the men had been cornering him. As she began to head down the street, she heard a gun shot, and knew that they guy was dead. So what? His flour costed twenty bucks!

Ace-
cleaned his hands, liking the feel of the warm water on them as he washed away the blood. Of course, he'd had some blood on his knuckles from giving the guy a nice shiner before, and quite possibly breaking his nose. That didn't matter. The guy's life was spared so he might as well be grateful that he'd been relatively merciful for the first one of the day. Who's my next appointment, I wonder? Will someone get killed today? He thought, shutting off the water and looking out at the rest of the people making moonshine, glad he had scissors in his hands instead of what everyone else had to use. He preferred killing to anything else around the gang.

Jace-
sighed and turned around from her work, hearing a man's voice. It was their Beta, Knife. "Kid, you aren't perfect yet." She offered with a slight laugh, shaking her head as she looked down at the paint in her hand. A person flirting with me... What to do? I could play around a little, but Gamble might get ticked if he sees me flirting with his second-in-command. No one wants that. So might as well get this over with. She thought, then turned around again and resumed painting, doing more detail on the blood, shading it to make it seem as if it really was dripping.

Jaxter-
was now quite bored, staring out as he continued pacing, just waiting until someone who thought that he was stronger than him came by. And soon, he got his wish. A man strode up to him, a smirk on his face. "'Ay, kid, whatcha doin'? Shouldn't ya be in kindagarten" He sneered, overlooking his burning eyes, pale skin and bright red hair. "You b-----d! If you think that you can just come an' waltz by hea, you're quite wrong." He snarled, drawing out his shotgun with malice in his eyes. The guy paled and stuck his hands up, but Jaxter had already gotten behind him and had the gun in his mouth, fingers lightly squeezing the trigger, but not hard enough to shoot. "I go, I go!" Slobbered the man, staring, nearly cross-eyed, at the weapon. "I'm afraid not," Jaxter growled, "You're trespassing."

Axel-
was continuing with his fit. His eyes burned, and he threw the book at the wall and kicked it when it fell to the ground. Yes, he was more childish than a six-year-old, and couldn't even be thought of as a gangster, really. His brash attitude led him to being a bloody fighter, and he always liked things to go his way or he'd really flip out. That was why he was allowed to stay, and why everyone put up with him around here. Otherwise, he'd be long dead.

Fox-
had finished dressing and walked out, looking around at everyone, dark eyes hiding her worry of being found out. Why did she not want to be a girl? Every one of the guys here were stupid and they only liked girls for appearances. No, she didn't want to be around people like that. Which is exactly why most guys here thought that she was gay. Of course, she was straight, but she didn't like girls in her guy form.

Cain-
yelped and then winced from the pain in his jaw and his feet scrabbled for a hold as he was dragged along by Joe and then shoved into a room. He rubbed his face and backed up a bit as the other male pointed a gun at him. What do I tell him? I can't lie or they'll find me. I don't wanna die... And then, in front of another guy, he started to cry. Feeling like a wimp, he stared at Joe. "T-the Hellfires are g-gonna attack you guys t-today." It hurt his mouth to talk and he didn't want to die, and he felt embarrassed and weak for crying.