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Plot Two mafia bosses,one female,on male,reside in a large city,taking out those who need rid of.Eventually,at a party,shoot-out,whatever,the two meet.Will they become even bigger rivals? Or,will they develop a soft spot for eachother? |
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Name: Jade Thomas
Age:
23
Build:
Tall and has a slight hourglass shape
Apperance:
Jade has blonde hair that goes to her waist and green eyes with freckles splatered like paint on her face. Height: 5'7 Jewelry: A small gold cross and a lapis laluzi crystal pendent Backstory* Jade has lived a happy life Family* Jacob Thomas [Father],Malia Thomas [Mother] |
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File list...... ---
Loading..... --- Shadow Company --- <REDACTED> "Rowan" <REDACTED>
Age- looks to be early to mid-twenties.
DOB(MM/DD/YY)- 04/08/<REDACTED>
POB-<REDACTED> <REDACTED> County, OH
Sex- Male
Ethnicity- White
Nationality- American
Blood type- <REDACTED>
Height- 6"
Weight- 210LB
Languages Spoken- English, Scottish Gaelic, Russian
Status- AWOL
Married- N <Other stuff not included in file>
Zodiac- Aries
Accent-Midwestern accent with a slight bit of twang of hillbilly/the holler, causing Rowan to pronounce leash a bit weird and stuff like that.
Personality Type-INFP
Most Used Phrases- "In a hot minute," "You've got to be f**king kidding me,"
Habits(B)-Biting and picking his nails, cursing, bad temper, picks at scabs or cuts, holds grudges.
Habits(G)-Saying 'please' and 'thank you', apologizing to most, good manners.
Name origin- Irish. It’s derived from the Irish name Ruadhán, which means “red-haired.” (He isn't a redhead: skull:)
Named after- Sorbus aucuparia (Rowan also known as Mountain Ash) Which in folklore is the "Tree of Protection" and is said to protect against witches. It is also believed by druids to protect the spirits of the dead.
Hobbies-Equine Massage Therapy(Learning this IRL to be certified and do a career in this) horse riding, drawing, writing, playing Guitar.
Positive Traits-deep-rooted loyalty, creative, sympathetic, high-spirited, brave, charismatic, likable.
Negative Traits-temper, emotionally sensitive, deceptive, manipulative, power-thirsty, impulsive, petty.
Physical Appearance- Rowan has a rather larger build, being tall meaning he can never be 'skinny' but he isn't fat, most of his 'large' look is muscle(not workout kind but the kind that gets the job done.) He has rather long, chocolatey brown hair that is naturally very curly. He has icy pale blue eyes and a fully symmetrical face. His hair reaches down to his chest.
Voice- Rowan has an averagely deep voice, nothing harsh but not like a child, his voice is rather soothing and has a small bit of rasp every once in a while. Some describe it as someone being cozy in a warm, fluffy blanket with hot cocoa and a fireplace.
Disabilities- VSS (Visual Snow Syndrome, which is a Neurological Disorder)
Brief backstory-Rowan grew up in a middle-class family full of rather emotionally harsh parents who didn't understand how to take care of a child with deep-rooted empathy and overall fragile emotions. Because of this, Rowan struggles with his emotions controlling him instead of the other way around. His parents were overall emotionally abusive, making him believe he barely had control over his life, causing him to cling to the few things he could, including when he wanted to eat and how much. His parents had commented on his weight several times, causing an eating disorder to occur around 13. Being homeschooled his whole life has caused him to struggle with certain aspects of socialization. He went no contact with them around 18, right before he was lured into a secret Terrorist Organization, where he was saved from the said organization by a Southern American man who was the founder and commander of a PMC(Private Military Company). Rowan still has a deep-rooted loyalty to that man. |
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(holy cow does bro have a backstory XD shall we start?Questions?Comments?Concerns?) |
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(Really made him in-depth a few weeks back XD The man is caked and still needs more work- I do have a little warning, sometimes I disappear randomly due to sudden writer's block or a random busy schedule// |
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You may start if you wish, or I can, tho I might have to respond tomorrow after work// |
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(aight bet) Jade speeded through the night on the interstate,car engines revving.She skidded infront of a sketchy looking building before parking the car and heading inside. "Jade,good to see you." Pablo announced.Pablo had always been Jade's partner in crime,to say the least. "Pablo,good to see you too.Now,did any of you find where they are?" None of the men nodded yes or no. "Im taking that as, 'we tried and failed.' Correct?" The men shook their heads. "As long as you tried.Find her or we'll get shot at,again.We lost 15 people that night.It's not happening again." Jade snapped before walking out into the mansions marble hallway.She made her way to the kitchen,fuming. |
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Rowan heaved, his anger had gotten the best of him, he had lashed out, why had he lashed out? He couldn't quite remember, he knew he probably pushed the memory away, his brain a bit hazy on the corners from the alcoholic beverage he had been sipping, causing his carefully built restraint to crumble in front of a possible future 'allies' eyes. As if he'd ever settle with filth. But staring at the blond haired man at his feet and the glassy, ocean blue eyes it all brought him back to another place, another time, another man. He sucked in a deep breath his fist tightening around the hilt of the dagger in his large, calloused hand. His index finger ran beside the blade of the tool, slowly he started to take deep breaths. By now, his men knew better than to stick in the room when he lost his temper, they knew if they stayed there was a high possibility of death waiting for them. His eyes widened as he felt the phantom touch of a more calloused hand on his cheek, rough from over 20+ years in some military esc work. He could remember the southern drawl so clearly, like he had left that man only yesterday, that he hadn't betrayed that man so quickly, hadn't left him in the dust. He blinked back the water in his eyes, the cold, salty liquid seemed to burn into his eyes in their own special way, his nose burned like it did before the tears came, but as if hell he'd let himself cry! He wasn't weak anymore, alive or not he wouldn't let anyone see him cry. He almost laughed at himself, how had he ended up here after escaping a terrorist organization? Something so terrible like it was back then... He huffed, dropping the blade to wipe the small cut on his forearm from his enemy's blade. Rowan wasn't even quite sure Graves was alive, the tank incident he had caught word on left a big, gaping, hollow gap in his chest, leaving him breathless at times. He breathed in deeply, shaking his head as he walked over to the door, swinging it open with a little bit too much force than what was necessary just to release a little more tension before he went back into his 'work' mode, his posture automatically straightened, his mind going back to Graves again, the phantom tough on his shoulder in a small pat of approval, his- Rowan stopped those thoughts, a small scowl plastered over his features. His breaths were still deep, even with the sorrow that filled him, the turmoil threatening to consume him, which he would let it, eventually, like he always did. The tears would come when he was trying to sleep, trying to fall into an unconscious state the tears would come, sweep him away into another place, another time again and he'd hallucinate, maybe. It wasn't always he hallucinated on his own, usually, he needed other things to help him, but today, something felt off. |
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Jade sat down before pulling out a laptop,hidden in the counter.She pulled up records of when the event happened. Hm,two weeks ago. She sighed as the laptop had zero useful knowledge on it and pulled out a bottle of wine.The liquid poured into the glass before Jade took a sip.Boy did she need this.Hermendes walked in and sat near Jade. "Are we hitting the streets tonight or..?" Jade nodded. "Yeah,wanting to hit up the pub.Bring the guns though.We'll need them." Hermendes looked happy. "We shooting?" He asks,evil in his eye. "Hell yeah." |
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Sunny
