#nevernevada.bio

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Everyone suspects MIKHAIL WINNICK of at least one of the cardinal sins, but in Nevada, the worst sins are bound by blood and this is HIS: THE BROTHERHOOD OF ICHOR. HE rolled the dice TWENTY EIGHT YEARS AGO ago as a ENFORCER. Under the desert sun, they claim the act of MECHANIC. They’re often mistaken for RONEN RUBINSTEIN before those crimson colored glasses slide down their nose. MIKHAIL better get busy living, or they’ll get busy dying by the ripe age of TWENTY-EIGHT. There are no second acts in a marked life, and it’s measured out by the melody of DON’T LET ME DOWN BY CONOR MAYNARD.

DATE OF BIRTH: October 15th, 1993

GENDER AND PRONOUNS: Cis Man, He/Him

HOMETOWN: Las Vegas, NV

MARK: Jacket

CHARACTER BIOGRAPHY [TW: DEATH, MURDER, ABANDONMENT]

Mikhail worked hard his whole life to be the best at everything he did. He was a straight A student, joined the football team and even was captain of the debate team. Ever since he was old enough to realize the missing piece in his household he thrived to be the perfect child in hopes that his mother would come back. Even though he was only one when his mother decided that she didn’t want to a mother. His number one supporter was his older brother, Ezra. Ezra had gone above and beyond to make sure that Mikhail felt like he was able to take on the world even though the two boys couldn’t have been any different if they tried but his brother was his best friend, his entire world and that’s what’s lead him down the path he took after high school.

After high school, Mikhail thought he wanted to do something important with his life, like becoming a doctor or even a police officer but as his brother went down the path of the Brotherhood of Ichor, all he could do was try to focus solely on his brother so he joined along side of his brother and the both of them embarked on the journey of that together. When Mikhail was twenty-five is when things changed for the best and for the worst. He met Rue, Rue was intoxicating, charming, and everything he never really thought he wanted. The both of them fell into each other without looking back and for the first time in his life he was willing to give himself to someone that wasn’t his family. Although the whole relationship crumbled into pieces when he went to see his brother one night and found Rue standing over Ezra’s body.

Mikhail couldn’t believe his eyes. He didn’t listen to any excuses, demanded that Rue get the fuck out of his brother’s apartment and never look back. Clearly things were over between them and truthfully the loss hadn’t fully hit him until he had to call some members of the brotherhood to help him with the clean up. Of course, for some reason, Mikhail never spoke a single word about Rue and what he had witnessed. Rue also sent him money and told him to get as far away from all of this as possible but because of what had happened, Mikhail didn’t listen to the warning and the money remained untouched even two and a half years later where Mikhail has climbed up the ranks of the brotherhood and hopes he never has to run into Rue again... because he has no idea what he’ll do if he does.

MIKHAIL WINNICK IS WRITTEN BY ALYSSA.

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Everyone suspects JOSIE ANNE BARRETT of at least one of the cardinal sins, but in Nevada, the worst sins are bound by blood and this is HER’S: BROTHER’S OF ICHOR. SHE rolled the dice TWENTY YEARS ago as a RIDER. Under the desert sun, they claim the act of BARTENDER AT STYXS. They’re often mistaken for MADELYN CLINE before those crimson colored glasses slide down their nose. JO JO better get busy living, or they’ll get busy dying by the ripe age of TWENTY-SIX. There are no second acts in a marked life, and it’s measured out by the melody of HEY BY PIXIES.

DATE OF BIRTH: August 15th, 1996

GENDER AND PRONOUNS: Cis Woman, She/Her

HOMETOWN: Miami, FL

MARK: Jacket

CHARACTER BIOGRAPHY [TW: DRUG ABUSE]

Miami is known for its sunny skies and good times but the day Josie was brought into the world it couldn’t be far from. There was a huge storm and her father was out gambling when he was supposed to be at the hospital. Only showing up by the skin of his teeth to be there when she was born. Josie was going to be the one who counted for all the mistakes they had made before. She was going to be the child they did everything right for. Their golden child. In the beginning things seemed perfect. At least, on the outside that is. They may not have had a lot of money but her father worked for her to have a good home to grow up in. Sadly, the way he worked was through lies and thievery. Through gambling and selling drugs. He got caught up in his work.. and caught up with the wrong crowd causing their family to flee Miami when she was at the age of six. She was torn away from what little friends she made and she had to start all over in a new state, one far away from what she had known. To get them as far away from the trouble he had caused her father moved them to Las Vegas. But, he had ulterior motives. Where is the place to go into the business of gambling and thievery? Vegas, of course!

Her childhood was strange. There was a perfection her mother wanted to uphold now they had moved. She wanted everything to be perfect. She made them dress up and go to church on Sundays, made her daughter get the best grades, play sports, and always have the perfect attitude around others. But, what she didn’t want to talk about was when she would leave her daughter at school, practice, or friends houses because she was too high to drive. Or even when her father would gamble their grocery money for the week and they would have to steal dinner. Or how Josie would walk herself home from school to take care of her hungover parents. Saving her mother multiple times from overdosing until she finally passed. Josie was only twelve. A child still and she felt more alone than ever. While her mother was not the best they had their moments together that would make the young girl forgive her. When she would hold her mother on the couch and when her mother would tell her stories about life back in Miami.. And of her brothers. Brothers her mother only mentioned when she was high… ones she missed. She felt bad for brothers… and really wanted to know them. But, it wasn’t until after her mother’s passing she did anything about it. She was around sixteen when she met Jackson. She had finally figured out where he worked and she was shocked.. She walked right into his business with a polar pop in hand and asked to speak with him. Things didn’t automatically change and there wasn’t a storybook ending with a happily ever after… like she found her family and everything was better.

Josie was still working odd jobs and under the table just to put food on the table but she was just a teenager and her father still had his demons. Eventually they moved out of their home and into an apartment she paid for. When she turned eighteen she knew she had to make more money and working retail wasn’t going to cut it. So, she started working at Mirage. First she worked as a bottle girl and then moved onto dancing.. Because that’s where she made her real money. She was young and loved the money that was coming in. But, every time she came home she was aware of the drama. Her father was normally on the couch, passed out or away for work.

When she turned twenty-one she started working as a bartender at Styx. While money was good she wanted to get away from what she knew and needed to move out from her father’s place. At Styx she found a family she hadn’t really known before, people who cared for her, people who protected her. A brotherhood. A thing she had never known before… she felt safe for once. Not long after working there she earned her way into helping with The Brothers of Ichor as a prospect. Then she earned her leather jacket as a rider. Doing odd jobs whenever she was needed and keeping her position as a bartender. She handles her own.. Josie can be loud and in your face when tempted but for the most part she is quiet and watching. She is still trying to find herself… she’s finally on her own and working on being better than her upbringing.

JOSIE BARRETT IS WRITTEN BY CAIT.

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Everyone suspects MEIHUI SŪN of at least one of the cardinal sins, but in Nevada, the worst sins are bound by blood and this is SHE: THE WHITE SNAKES. SHE rolled the dice THREE years ago as a BLACK AZALEA. Under the desert sun, they claim the act of a PEDIATRICIAN. They’re often mistaken for PHILLIPA SOO before those crimson-colored glasses slide down their nose. MEI better gets busy living, or they’ll get busy dying by the ripe age of THIRTY-TWO. There are no second acts in a marked life, and it’s measured out by the melody of PUT YOUR RECORDS ON BY RITT MOMNEY.

DATE OF BIRTH: September 13th, 1989

GENDER AND PRONOUNS: Cis Woman, She/Her

HOMETOWN: Las Vegas, NV

MARK: Jade Tooth

CHARACTER BIOGRAPHY [TW: MURDER]

Being born into the White Snakes was something that not everyone was lucky enough to have. It came with honor and a sense of pride. Being young, it was something that they knew of but not to the extent as much as when they came of age. Meihui is the eldest daughter, she was born into the family to the second daughter of their matriarch. Meihue was always a happy child. Blissfully aware of what was going on around her. That or she ignored the doings of her family. Mei unlike her cousins never wanted to be on top. Part of that always made her feel as if she was an outcast of her family, yet she was still able to hold her own. Mei was a well-behaved child. She did always as her parents and elders told her to. She kept her nose out of trouble. Ideally for her parents was the golden child. This is some ways always came back to bite her in the ass as her parents really wanted nothing more than for her to become their next matriarch.  Mei had other plans for her life, one of them including medical school. There was nothing more for Mei had ever wanted to do than to help others, especially children. Mei had always loved children, even in her youth she babysat and nannied when able. She dreamed of one day having a family of her own. Mei’s parents were already ahead of her on this front as they already had a man lined up for her to marry. Not wanting Mei to be like her uncle who was ostracized from their family for marrying out of what they wanted.  Their family was rooted deeply in tradition and holding up to what they believed as well as what the White snakes were in need of to keep those closest to them safe.

Graduating at the top of her class wasn’t enough for Mei’s parents. Still wanting her to be as ambitious as the rest of her family, they pushed hard for Mei to marry Park Sūn. Still, they saw her as their golden child. Mei only being eighteen at the time agreed to marry Park. The two only dating officially for months before their wedding. His family wealth and being a great asset for the White Snakes. With this marriage it was a celebration of sorts for both their family and white snakes alike. Her parents overjoyed at the occasion agreed to pay for Mei’s dream to help others. Mei her senior year of high school had worked her ass off to get into the best pre-med college in Boston. The thought of having to be away from her family and the white snakes for the first time was scary. She had Park who as her husband agreed to move with her to try to make their new marriage work. The two after being married had a very rocky start to their relationship, as it was rushed as more of a partnership than a real relationship. Park able to work towards his career in Boston, working with her families business on the side. Both caught up in their own careers, Mei and Park grew apart. Mei finished her residency at the age of twenty-eight. She and Park both agreed to move home at this time. Being away from her family for all of that time was always hard on Mei and she wanted nothing more to be with her family again.

Years go by and though her relationship with Park was not always the best terms, they both had always wanted children. This was something that Mei had wanted since she was a child. The couple tried before moving home for two years with luck. Only to get the heart breaking news that there was a possibility she could never have children. The couple decided to start IVF with failed attempted after failed attempt. This left Mei utterly heartbroken. The one thing she had always wanted was out of her hands and out of reach. Mei though close with her family kept this park of their lives private. Mei who was once the golden child to her parents felt as if she had failed them on all fronts. Park, able to tell she was blaming herself for the failure on being able to produce a child of their own. With that, he opened up more than he had in the ten years they had been married. Park convinced her to try one more time and if they were not able to conceive a child of their own he would do anything to have her dream of having a child happen any way he could. This put him in a new light, yet the disappointment and hormones she was tentative to agree at first. This last time was successful and the couple were over the moon excited to finally be able to come parents. Their daughter was born nine months later and she became their world. It changed them both for the better. It brought them closer and made their once broken marriage to be stronger. Their was their world, and the felt beyond blessed to have her knowing she could be their only child at this point in their lives and careers.

A year quickly passes now. Mei has opened up her own pediatric practice with a friend she had made in her residency. They were able to switch off days of work making it easier for Mei to spend time with their daughter. Mei using the front of her office after hours to help out her family and The White Snakes. Any immediate emergencies within the gang Mei is always the first one on call to help. This keeps her both in the good graces of her family and Elders despite her self sabotaging the rituals to become matriarch. For Mei, Park and their daughter came first in her eyes. Something that had always been instilled on her since birth was now how her life was lived, family first, always. Mei was content with her life, family and career. Yet when all seemed be going well, that was when she was thrown for a loop. Her relationship with Park was flourishing now. She never expected to become pregnant on their own. Yet two little blue lines had changed their life completely. Mei and Park were over the moon to be blessed with another child after so much heartbreak. This time it was different as to their surprise, they were having twins. Mei only a couple months along went to the doctor because of heavily bleeding and concern she was losing the baby. Was shocked to find out it was a cyst that had exploded and SURPRISE they were having twins. The couple was expanding their family twice fold. Their twins daughters were born healthy and perfect though early which they had expected.

Now, Mei still works three days out of the week at her practice. As it has grown she is able to have other pediatricians work with her on days she is at home with her family. Mei still is actively involved with the White Snakes and her family. She remains close ties with them though to the outside world, no one knows she is apart of The White Snakes besides their enemies.

MEIHUI SŪN IS WRITTEN BY JESS.

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Everyone suspects KATE MONTGOMERY of at least one of the cardinal sins, but in Nevada, the worst sins are bound by blood and SHE has yet to roll the dice. HER fixation on the neon lights of Nevada started TWENTY-TWO YEARS ago but when the lights start to hum, they close their eyes. Under the desert sun, they claim the act of DOCTOR. They’re often mistaken for SOPHIA BUSH before those crimson colored glasses slide down their nose. KATE better get busy living, or they’ll get busy dying by the ripe age of THIRTY-NINE There are no second acts in a marked life, and it’s measured out by the melody of WITHOUT ME BY HALSEY.

DATE OF BIRTH: April 12th, 1983

GENDER AND PRONOUNS: Cis Woman, She/Her

HOMETOWN: Huntington, NY

CHARACTER BIOGRAPHY [TW: ADDICTION]

If there was one thing the Montgomery family wasn’t was normal. Allen Montgomery had a gambling problem and his wife Jennifer had two jobs to support the two of them and their four children: Phillip, Kate, Alaina, and Shawn. Of course, the two oldest took on the responsibility of raising the younger siblings and taking the roles as parents while their mother worked herself to exhaustion and their father went on benders keeping him away from the home for days on end. Phillip and his father always came head to head in matches while Kate was the one who hid the children in their bedrooms and put herself in the middle of the arguments to keep the peace in the house. She knew how much anger her brother had especially since it was affecting their lives. The two of them weren’t able to have the lives that children should have.

Although the older the Montgomery eldest children got, the more they learned about how bad the financial situation was for their family. At the age of fifteen, Kate had balanced the life of a teenager trying to get straight As and working a part time job to make a little money on the side to help out the family. Kate’s life would change in a way she never imagined it would change before and it came in the form of a boy named Landon Archer. The two of them were from completely different worlds, but shared one fact that they had the world’s shittiest fathers and in all of that bonding, Kate fell head over heels in love with the shady blonde boy. Of course, the two of them became the cute couple everyone envied and were planning on attending the same university. Although, the two of them knew they were meant to be together, they knew his father would never allow them to have a future together. Instead of waiting until the age of eighteen, the two of them went and got married at a courthouse with Landon forging his father’s signature on the paperwork. Her mother and her sister were the witnesses and everything was perfect until Landon’s father found out and forced them to annul the marriage. Before Kate could really understand what was happening, her father was packing them all up and at the swift age of seventeen, the young Montgomery woman had her heart broken.

The Montgomery family moved to Las Vegas shortly after and Kate closed herself off to the people around her, focusing on her school work and graduating with honors, swiftly entering the medical profession. As the Montgomery children got older, the more different their paths from each other became. The two oldest siblings went into careers while the other two found themselves embedded in the war boiling between the two important gangs that ran the streets. As hard as Kate tried to keep the siblings from breaking apart, it didn’t work and each of the Montgomery children moved out of the house their parents purchased and moved on with their lives… Kate followed the steps of her siblings and got herself a place while she put herself through the hard work of becoming doctor since it was in her nature to take care of those around her. A few years into her residency, she met Scott and their flirtationship turned into a relationship into an engagement and then a marriage. For the second time in her life she had another husband and she promised herself that she wouldn’t let go of this one without a fight... little did Kate know just how difficult it was going to get.

KATE MONTGOMERY IS WRITTEN BY ALYSSA.

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Everyone suspects AMORY SIENNA JONES of at least one of the cardinal sins, but in Nevada, the worst sins are bound by blood and SHE has yet to roll the dice. HER fixation on the neon lights of Nevada started THIRTEEN YEARS ago but when the lights start to hum, they close their eyes. Under the desert sun, they claim the act of SHOWGIRL & ACTRESS. They’re often mistaken for LAURA HARRIER before those crimson colored glasses slide down their nose. AMORY better get busy living, or they’ll get busy dying by the ripe age of THIRTY-TWO. There are no second acts in a marked life, and it’s measured out by the melody of ESCAPE FROM LA BY THE WEEKND.  

DATE OF BIRTH: September 18th, 1990

GENDER AND PRONOUNS: Cis Woman, She/Her

HOMETOWN: Los Angeles, CA

CHARACTER BIOGRAPHY

If you had known Amory growing up you just knew she would be a star. She had dreams as big as the sun and an imagination to match. All she ever wanted to do was be an actress. She would put on shows for her family during the holidays giving all her cousins parts and making herself the lead. She would do school plays and was in a youth theater program. It’s all she ever wanted to do. But, her parents did not want that life for her. They wished she used her mind for a career that had more stability and certainty. They wanted her to be a doctor or a lawyer or anything but an actress. They allowed her to play her fantasies outside of school but wanted her to do well so she could get into a good college. The thing is she didn’t want that. Secretly she put in an application at the University of Nevada Las Vegas... and she failed to mention she applied for their arts program instead. Her parents were proud when she got in but wished she wasn’t going to Vegas. They never approved of the culture of the city.

When she got there she started working at a dinner Hamburger Mary’s where she learned all about drag and how to really put on a show. It was the most fun she could have had while working towards her degree in theater arts. Amory felt home in that dinner with those queens. They celebrated her and her dreams. She even got to perform a song or two from time to time. It was thrilling to have people support her dreams. But, it was something she was hiding from her parents. It was as if she was living a double life.

Even more so when she began working as a showgirl when she turned twenty-two. Oh how things changed for her. She loved working at Bally’s there was just something about the show that changed her life... not to mention all the hard work she had put into to even book the gig. So much so that she has been working that same gig for almost ten years now. The lights, the glamour, the cheers... it’s everything she loves. It took a long time to tell her family about her job but they soon realized that she was happy and accepted her career choices.

Amory is still hoping to make it to the big screen. She’s done small gigs here and there in commercials and she’d even done an episode of NCIS.. which she was certain was a start of something. The woman auditions regularly because you never know when you’ll get your big break.

AMORY JONES IS WRITTEN BY CAIT.

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Everyone suspects LAUREL SOUZA of at least one of the cardinal sins, but in Nevada, the worst sins are bound by blood and SHE has yet to roll the dice. HER fixation on the neon lights of Nevada started TWO MONTHS ago but when the lights start to hum, they close their eyes. Under the desert sun, they claim the act of ACTRESS. They’re often mistaken for MELISSA BARRERA before those crimson colored glasses slide down their nose. LAUREL better get busy living, or they’ll get busy dying by the ripe age of THIRTY-THREE. There are no second acts in a marked life, and it’s measured out by the melody of ANCIENT DREAMS IN A MODERN LAND BY MARINA.

DATE OF BIRTH: August 22nd, 1988

GENDER AND PRONOUNS: Cis Woman, She/Her

HOMETOWN: Los Angeles, CA

CHARACTER BIOGRAPHY [TW: HOSPITALIZATION, INJURIES]

BREAKING NEWS: 33 YEAR-OLD ACTRESS, LAUREL, HOSPITALIZED AFTER INJURY ON SET OF '… LIFE GOES ON.' That’s right, Laurel Souza was hospitalized while filming the fourth season of the hit show ‘… Life Goes On.’ Souza’s team released a statement advising the actress suffered from a clavicle fracture and was transported to the hospital immediately. More details of how the injury occurred have not been publicly released in an attempt at privatizing the incident as much as possible.

When she was a young girl, around 4, Laurel’s parents began urging her into the world of fame and fortune. Her parents were successful screenwriters and directors, both very well-versed in their professions. They always wanted to make a name for the Souza family name and they were thrilled when their daughter grew particularly attached to acting at such a formative age. She got her foot in the door by being in more than a handful of commercials before the age of 12, then she scored a recurring role of Addison Mars, who was a recurring mean girl type of character on a show called ‘Fowler: Mid to High.’ It was a coming-of-age show that aired and become popular for a couple years afterwards. That lasted her until she was 18 and ready move into the movie scene. She was cast as the main character in an indie film her mother helped write, but it never made it that far after being released. She dabbled in horror a bit after that, becoming one of the most recognizable faces of B-movie horror and slashers from the time she was 23 until 28. Her step away from horror was more of a leap into television again, mostly because she’d been cast as one of the main characters of a new show called ‘... Life Goes On,’ a family/romantic drama series that became quite popular after the first season’s release. Throughout her time as an actress in horror and throughout the duration of filming her latest series, Laurel was nominated for and won several awards across the board. She was invited to galas, red carpet premieres, and everything else an actress could ever dream of.

Then the injury happened. She suffered from a clavicle fracture while on set, putting her out for a couple months. Her absence would be so impactful that they had to come up with a reason for her character to disappear for an unknown amount of time. After the first month, Laurel went on vacation to Las Vegas. She figured the time away could be spent well and it’d give her time to reset while she healed. Her stay, though, would soon be extended after getting caught up in the wrong place at the wrong time.

LAUREL SOUZA IS WRITTEN BY HAZY.

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Everyone suspects XIMENA PEREZ of at least one of the cardinal sins, but in Nevada, the worst sins are bound by blood and SHE has yet to roll the dice. HER fixation on the neon lights of Nevada started TEN YEARS ago as a HACKER. Under the desert sun, they claim the act of BARTENDER AT THE WALL. They’re often mistaken for SOFIA CARSON before those crimson colored glasses slide down their nose. MENA better get busy living, or they’ll get busy dying by the ripe age of TWENTY-NINE. There are no second acts in a marked life, and it’s measured out by the melody of CINDERELLA’S DEAD BY EMELINE.

DATE OF BIRTH: October 21st, 1993

GENDER AND PRONOUNS: Cis Woman, She/Her

HOMETOWN: Tacoma, WA

CHARACTER BIOGRAPHY [TW: DEATH, MURDER, KIDNAPPING, ABUSE]

From a young age, Ximena had been the quiet type and so interested in the way technology ticked. She was capable of hacking into some of the strongest software, it was something she prided herself on but she always made sure to keep it to herself because the last thing she wanted was for her skills to land into the wrong hands without her control. It was her father asking her to help the family out that ultimately led her down the dangerous path that she ended up on. Once she was able to steal some money out from underneath some of the noses of the people her father worked for, it took a few months before it bit them all in the ass. She woke up to screams echoing through the house and instead of hiding like she should have she went out into the living room to see the white walls painted red.

It was when she realized she was the only Perez in her family left and the man who was literally caught red-handed informed her that her actions are what brought this all into motion. She thought about all the information her father had given her, her father had been working for some powerful people and thought getting his daughter to rob them would somehow help him get away with it. She had assumed her life would end that day along with her families but instead the man took her and insisted she start working for his boss. Being twelve years old with no where else to go, Ximena did what she was told and worked for the man who killed her family.

When Ximena was seventeen, she fell in love with the boss’s son, the both of them planned a life that would get both of them out of the grasp of his father. She bought every word he ever said to her and when they got away from his father, his whole demeanor changed and the more controlling and suffocating he got. Everything she had to hack was because he demanded it, if she didn’t do it... Things got physical so she kept doing whatever he asked to bring back the soft boy she fell in love with.

It took her five years to get out of his grasp and the only reason was all due to the fact he went to a bar one night and thought he could drive home drunk. After that, Ximena left the apartment and moved to Las Vegas. As soon as she got to Vegas, she embedded herself in the life of a normal person. She got a job at a bar and settled into what life would be without hacking. But as the years ticked by, the dark-haired woman realized that she could get money for her hacking abilities and bartending just wasn’t cutting it. She advertised but to this day has refused to work for only one person.

XIMENA PEREZ IS WRITTEN BY ALYSSA.

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Everyone suspects BROOKS AMATO of at least one of the cardinal sins, but in Nevada, the worst sins are bound by blood and this is HIS: THE FOXES. HE rolled the dice EIGHT YEARS ago as a VYGYVTSYA. Under the desert sun, they claim the act of BARISTA AT AMBROSIA CAFE They’re often mistaken for KYLE ALLEN before those crimson colored glasses slide down their nose. BROOKS better get busy living, or they’ll get busy dying by the ripe age of TWENTY-SEVEN. There are no second acts in a marked life, and it’s measured out by the melody of ECHO BY JASON WALKER.

DATE OF BIRTH: September 1, 1994

GENDER AND PRONOUNS: Cis Man, He/Him

HOMETOWN: Las Vegas, NV

MARK: Two upside down Vs on back of left shoulder

CHARACTER BIOGRAPHY [TW: DRUG AND ALCOHOL USE, ADDICTION]

As the second son of the Amato family, soon to be the middle of the older children, Brooks lived in his older brother’s shadow for a long while. Even after his other siblings were born, he still felt like he was like a little puppy that followed their oldest brother around wherever he went. When he was younger, it was one of his more naive traits, leaving him to abandon any questioning of his brother’s actions when it came to protecting the family. Wherever the eldest failed, Brooks had to fill in and step up to the occasion to be there for the family and his siblings. He was never great at school, no matter how hard he tried. The booksmarts just weren’t there for him like they were for his siblings and he struggled a lot, often times turning to Julia for help with academics or daring to tread on their older brother’s territory by asking if he could help. Of course, his requests to the oldest Amato fell on deaf ears. He was waved off more often than not.

As an impressionable teenager, he was influenced a lot by his brother’s antics. He got into drinking and drug use at the ripe age of fourteen, starting fairly safe with just weed and a some casual drinking. Addiction, though, ran through his veins quite quickly and Brooks ended up being hospitalized at least twice before his senior year. He got so out of control so quickly that he ended up in rehab just two months before graduation, but their family didn’t really have the funds to keep him there longer than a couple months. When he was released at eighteen, Brooks was clean for a while. He was clean enough for his best friend to take note of and she offered him a spot with the Foxes in hopes of keeping him busy, keeping him clean and giving him something to look forward to or work towards. He was hesitant at first, mostly because he knew how dangerous the scene could be, but he eventually began training with them. His best friend led him up in the ranks during his first few years, showing him the ropes because she’d been part of the organization for about two years before him. It was a great support system… at first. This support system turned into a small group that had planned that of an uprising against the members of the Lysytsya family. His best friend’s union became the face of a rebellion against them, and Brooks was part of it all. He grew to despise the family’s reign, finding himself more in the background of it all, but still so very present.

Flash forward to after the rebellion, after the Lysytsya family had been cast off of their throne (Lav aside), after Brooks had established his loyalty and rightful place with the Foxes… Brooks fell back into old habits. One night out with the wrong people and he remembered what it was like to turn to old habits as a form of escapism. A year after the rebellion, Brooks was admitted into rehab again, this time having it paid for by his best friend. She was the one who suggested it, too. He was in and out of rehab for a while after that, only recently becoming fully sober and fully clean. He’s also proving he’s worthy of keeping his position in the Foxes now, trying to save himself from going back to a life that was nothing but hell for him.

BROOKS AMATO IS WRITTEN BY HAZY.

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Everyone suspects HANYEOL KIM of at least one of the cardinal sins, but in Nevada, the worst sins are bound by blood and this is HIS: THE FOXES. HE rolled the dice TWO YEARS ago as a VYGYVTSYA. Under the desert sun, they claim the act of A BOUNCER AT VICKY'S. They’re often mistaken for IM SI WAN before those crimson colored glasses slide down their nose. HAN better get busy living, or they’ll get busy dying by the ripe age of THIRTY-THREE. There are no second acts in a marked life, and it’s measured out by the melody of FLAMES BY JUNGLEBOI FT ZAYN AND R3HAB.

DATE OF BIRTH: January 25th 1989

GENDER AND PRONOUNS: Cis Man, He/Him

HOMETOWN: Seoul, South Korea

MARK: Two upside down V’s on his forearm

CHARACTER BIOGRAPHY [TW: CHILD NEGLECT, MURDER]

Kim Hanyeol (westernized: Hanyeol Kim) was born into a family that never had much more than the clothes on their backs, their lives a constant worry over what they were going to eat the next day, or if they would be able to at all. His mother and father weren’t sure how they were going to feed their son, but they tried their best to do so despite the obstacles. Thinking back now, he never understood why his parents went along with their second pregnancy while Hanyeol was barely two years old, when it was already a struggle for them to feed the one son they had already. Of course, it wasn’t a surprise that he absolutely adored his younger brother whenever he was born, but it didn’t change the fact that two kids caused more strain on their finances than just the one. It wasn’t long before they realized that grim fact all too well, with barely a penny to their name and nothing to offer their children but love. Unfortunately, love wasn’t enough to supply sufficient living situations for two children that clearly needed much, much more.

 After Hanyeol’s fifth birthday, his younger brother barely three, their mother and father were offered enough money from a government agency to give up the sons they had already done all they could for. They were told that it wasn’t uncommon for their agency to take in boys around his age to prepare them for South Korea’s mandatory enlistment to the army once they were of age, and that the two brothers would be kept together. Little did they know, they’d be preparing Hanyeol for something that wasn’t the army at all, and he never saw his younger brother again after they were taken away from their home. He handled his first gun at the young age of twelve after seven years of grueling training underneath the agency, becoming especially talented in hand-to-hand combat, martial arts, and tactical skills.

The first few missions he was sent on were basic, armed with a simple knife and mainly used as a ploy to help their unfortunate target along to the actual assassin assigned to the get rid of them. Hanyeol was just a kid, so no one suspected him of being the one to lead them to their unlucky fate, and that was exactly what the agency wanted from him– to be a distraction. He made his first kill at sixteen, and he’d been relieved at finally receiving his first meaningful mission, at finally getting to be the one congratulated for his precise follow-through of orders instead of being the stepping stool for that person. Rising in ranks seemed to be the only thing that mattered to him, so the influx of missions in which he was assigned as the hitman after his first thrilled him. By the age of eighteen, he had one hundred and ninety-six confirmed kills and traveled to over thirty countries for missions given to him by his agency, as well as other unnamed groups or companies he was temporarily hired for through the agency.

 Around the age of twenty, Hanyeol was working primarily for himself, though still under the agency that made him who he was. They let him go his own way but called him in every now and then for a mission they believed only their best man could perform, and he was happy to do his duty and then fall off of the radar again until contacted again. Whether it be his agency or by word of mouth, it wasn't easy to get ahold of Hanyeol’s information, so he often took up whatever offers he was given since he figured that whoever it happened to be must’ve be desperate enough to have done what it takes to get to him. When he wasn’t out on a job, he’d fly by undetected in larger cities like Paris, or anywhere he had property no one knew of under names that certainly weren't his own. Over the years, Hanyeol had become increasingly curious about the whereabouts of his parents and younger brother, but he never dared to look them up in fear of discovering things that he wouldn’t want to know ( such as, whether they’re alive or not ).

But... curiosity had gotten the best of him, and when he went looking he only found a lead in the direction of Las Vegas, Nevada regarding his younger brother’s whereabouts. There was very little he cared about in the world, but. His brother was one of them, even though it’d been so many years since they’d been torn apart, even though his brother may not even remember him. While in Nevada, he took an opportunity to join The Foxes and with his skill and ability to do any job he was given, it wasn’t too difficult to gain their trust. In reality, he’s just biding his time until he can start asking around about his brother and understand why his name had been a dead end in Nevada for over five years. Hanyeol wanted to know the truth, whether he was dead or alive and where he was despite the answer, and wanted answers no matter the cost. He just hoped that he hadn't missed his chance.

HANYEOL KIM IS WRITTEN BY LEM.

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Everyone suspects ZEKAI GURAY of at least one of the cardinal sins, but in Nevada, the worst sins are bound by blood and this is HIS: THE ASENAS. HE rolled the dice TWENTY SIX YEARS ago as a KOLEKSI. Under the desert sun, they claim the act of GUITARIST. They’re often mistaken for EMRE BEY before those crimson colored glasses slide down their nose. ZEKAI better get busy living, or they’ll get busy dying by the ripe age of TWENTY-SIX. There are no second acts in a marked life, and it’s measured out by the melody of MONSTER BY IMAGINE DRAGONS.

DATE OF BIRTH: June 8th, 1996

GENDER AND PRONOUNS: Cis Man, He/Him

HOMETOWN: Las Vegas, NV

MARK: Evil Eye Point

CHARACTER BIOGRAPHY [TW: ILLNESS, VIOLENCE, DRUGS]

From the moment, Zekai was born it was more than obvious his birth was no because his mother wanted another child, in fact, it was to make sure her first son always had a donor on site. At the age of two, he had gone through various blood tests to see if he would be a good match for everything that could possibly go wrong with Safet and if his father hadn’t put his foot down and demanded the tests be done and over with... who knew what kind of path Zekai would have actually ended up on. But, because of his father’s demands that put more pressure on the youngest Guray to be the son that could “be an actual” man.

Of course, all the resentment Zekai held was never aimed towards his brother. He knew it wasn’t Safet’s fault for being sick and in fact he probably would have done anything to make his brother healthy again so he didn’t have to hear his mother whine over and over about her precious baby boy. He spent most of his teen years, staying out late, getting into fights, and doing things to act out towards being completely unseen in his house. His father did everything he could to train Zekai to be the best and some of those trainings would leave the young Guray black and blue for weeks which he would simply shrug off and make the “you should see the other guy” comments. There was one hobby that Zekai picked up that he could say was his and his alone and it was his guitar. It was the one thing that kept him out of his head when it got too dark.

Zekai took the path of a Koleksi, being the one to collect debts by any force necessary and being someone who initiated people into the Asenas. He does whatever he can to be the “man” in the family and takes that pressure on his shoulders. Once you become a part of his inner circle, you are fiercely protected by him and he is not someone who should be crossed. He has been working in his position for the last six years and kind of expects the worst in everything that comes in his direction.

ZEKAI GURAY IS WRITTEN BY ALYSSA.

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Everyone suspects AYLA QUINN of at least one of the cardinal sins, but in Nevada, the worst sins are bound by blood and SHE has yet to roll the dice. HER fixation on the neon lights of Nevada started TWO WEEKS ago but when the lights start to hum, they close their eyes. Under the desert sun, they claim the act of BARISTA AT AMBROSIA CAFE. They’re often mistaken for PHOEBE TONKIN before those crimson colored glasses slide down their nose. AYLA better get busy living, or they’ll get busy dying by the ripe age of TWENTY-NINE. There are no second acts in a marked life, and it’s measured out by the melody of WALLS COULD TALK BY HALSEY.

DATE OF BIRTH: November 28, 1990

GENDER AND PRONOUNS: Cis Woman, She/Her

HOMETOWN: Phoenix, AZ

CHARACTER BIOGRAPHY [TW: DEATH, SEXUAL ASSAULT]

Ayla never knew her real parents. She was adopted at the age of one, taken in by an FBI agent who had gotten close to her case and knew that when a little baby had no other living family they'd be thrown into the system. Jamie Quinn didn't want that, no, and.. in reality, he was getting older. Divorced but with no children, he was already forty and married to his job. He wanted something else to live for. Ayla came into his life at the perfect time, and while he knew he couldn't take every kid into his home, it was enough that he would have her. She grew up knowing nothing but the love and care of her father, and his mother who took care of her when he was busy working. Never having a real mother growing up may have deprived her of some things, but she would've never had it any other way.

In a way, she always knew she wanted to follow in her father's footsteps. Even though he spent so much time away, the time they did spend together she was delighted with hearing his stories and exaggerated tales of his 'adventures' that he altered for a young girl to hear. But at the center of it all was her father, the hero who always saved the day, and she wanted that to be her. Ayla wanted to be the hero that her father had always been in her eyes- and while she grew up with the faith that there were heroes, somehow she'd turned a blind eye to the reality that not everyone was good. Always fixated on the hero of the story, she overlooked his opposition.. always imagined them as disfigured, Joker-like in their transparent villainy, and never considered they could look just like her. Maybe the most important message she'd never taken from the stories she grew up with, was that not every man was her father.

Her sophomore year was a turning point, when a senior set his eyes on her and wouldn't take no for an answer. Not when it came to asking her out on a date, and certainly not when it came to her trying to leave his house when he wouldn't stop trying to put his hands on her. Ayla never told her father what happened, couldn't bear to admit that she'd gotten herself into such a situation and.. when faced with danger, couldn't even be the hero of her own story. Studies had always been important to her before, but even moreso when she quit spending time with her friends and stopped tagging along to parties. From high school to getting her bachelor's for her major in criminal justice and minor in forensic psychology, her sights were set on becoming an agent like her father. It wasn't long until she succeeded, with the help of connections and the firm belief that she could reclaim her life and finally become the hero she'd always wanted to be.

After a few years she was recruited into the Violent Gang Task Force, with a mission to go undercover in Las Vegas when they were seeking outside help on their rising gang issue. It would've been too obvious to use their own people, so they sought help from the surrounding states and Ayla was chosen to be stationed undercover with the name Eden Donovan. Much of the beginning of her life as Eden was a blur, placed a a bartender and catching the eye of one Mason Torres. That was when everything became crystal clear. Her future was rewritten the moment they met, and she couldn't count how many times she had to remind herself that he was just apart of her ticket into the inner workings of the Asenas. It wasn't true, though, their time spent together was more real than anything she'd ever felt in her life and even though she wasn't really Eden, she wanted to be.

Ayla had gotten too deep. One, then two missed check-ins, and she was clocked one night when she was leaving Mason's apartment. They removed her from the case, gave her undercover persona a headstone and she worked hard to convince them that she was just.. doing her job. She was only given the green light to stay in her position monitoring from the outside, from Arizona, and most importantly away from Mason. Just when Ayla thought she couldn't possibly lose anyone else that she loved, her father passed. With the loss of one of the most important people in her life, she quit the bureau and fled to the comfort of the only other person she cared to be with. Mason Torres. Now, back in Las Vegas, she's going by her real name and wants to reconnect with the man she hasn't seen in two years and convince him that everything they had was real. Just.. not the name. No longer was she Eden Donovan, she was Ayla Quinn. She just hoped that he could accept that.

AYLA QUINN IS WRITTEN BY LEM.

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Everyone suspects ILYA PETROVICH LYSYTSYA of at least one of the cardinal sins, but in Nevada, the worst sins are bound by blood and this is HIS: THE FOXES. HE rolled the dice TWENTY-FIVE years ago as a POSNACHENI. Under the desert sun, they claim the act of a BARTENDER AT VICKY’S. They’re often mistaken for MIKE FAIST before those crimson-colored glasses slide down their nose. ELIJAH PETER FOX better gets busy living, or they’ll get busy dying by the ripe age of THIRTY. There are no second acts in a marked life, and it’s measured out by the melody of SULLIVAN BY CAROLINE’S SPINE.

DATE OF BIRTH: September 27th, 1992

GENDER AND PRONOUNS: Cis Man, He/Him

HOMETOWN: Las Vegas, Nevada

MARK: Two upside down Vs behind his right ear

CHARACTER BIOGRAPHY

At some point, everyone looks back in order to learn from their mistakes, but Ilya Lysytsya is forced to looked forward. When the Foxes attacked their leaders, the last of their corrupted line was taken in the night and abandoned just where all rejected prospects buried their own bones. For two years, he was an unmarked prayer at the stripped dinner table of the Lysytsyas that clung to no more than the memory of ruling. 

The youngest fox hid in the most vulnerable of places, burrowing himself in the caves he could find and clinging to the survival that was nothing more than an instinct ground into his bones by his family. He’d suffered significant injuries, but Ilya’s head had been stripped of the reasoning for his motivations. The chance to use his voice, determined by his the Lysytsya blood that ran along his body in blue ribbons under his skin, had lost its charm as aphasia and amnesia nestled into the cracks of his ailments. Ilya survived solely because his body told him to, and he endured solely because it was the only definite concept he knew. For two years, he ventured close to the city that beckoned his return only to turn away and run back to the silence of the desert. 

He’d eventually find his way home through a muscle memory and an ache to find what sense of familiarity pushed him away from sand and stone. Curiosity brought him back to his sister’s door, but Ilya’s survival has only become more complex. As the youngest Lysytsya, his claim was no stronger than the other Foxes because of how many brothers and sisters stood between. He was no more than an embellishment on their family tree to show just how long their rule could last if tragedy struck, but no one ever believed Ilya would ever do more than sit like an heirloom on a shelf. He was trained like the rest, but their responsibility was never instilled in him the say way. Though, that may be what spared him of the ignorance that his brother’s wore a top the crown their family crafted for themselves.

Ilya was born in Ukraine as all his siblings were, but his home was always the brightest city surrounded by bare necessity. He was given the same strike of motivation and threat, but he knew it was a script when it came to him. Ilya was the spare, and his success was measured by no more than the family’s limit of expectation. It also meant they were free to experiment with how he would be raised especially since his brothers took after their parents passed. Their rule had been the only muddy memory he had until the night of the take over. Ollie Fox and Boris Fox had trained their brother with a sense of envy against his youth and how he was spared their father’s hand, but they had revealed their flaws. Ilya had sought of the grace they lacked when he flocked to his sister and aunts in their absence, learning the power of a light step that his brothers lacked. Discretion became Ilya’s power, and he built a bridge between chaos and order. He trained in Nevada for dance, and Ukraine to use that poise to take it away from others. For quite some time, Ilya had been one of the few men trained in ballet for the sake of the kill.

Ilya still faced trial with the weight of his own name. His brothers looked at him to carry a legacy even in the lower ranks, and he was strung up on the expectation of taking risk but never aching for them. Many described Ilya as a contrast to his brothers, but those who managed to get close noted that he was the most like Ollie than the rest. He had simply built a cage for the untamed fox similar to his brother that raged inside him.

Standing as one of the last living Lysytsyas and the former rulers of the Foxes, Ilya faces more threats than he can imagine. He wears a collar by his former allies but only time will tell if this submission is made in the ignorance of his current state of mind, or true understanding. What will come when Ilya looks back and remembers?

ILYA LYSYTSYA IS WRITTEN BY DANII.

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Everyone suspects ISAIAH NASIR of at least one of the cardinal sins, but in Nevada, the worst sins are bound by blood and this is HIS: THE BROTHERS OF ICHOR’S ROAD CAPTAIN. HE rolled the dice FIVE YEARS AGO ago as a RIDER. Under the desert sun, he claims the act of TATTOO ARTIST. He’s often mistaken for RIZ AHMED before those crimson colored glasses slide down his nose. IZZY better get busy living, or he’ll get busy dying by the ripe age of THIRTY-FIVE. There are no second acts in a marked life, and it’s measured out by the melody of WHEREVER I MAY ROAM BY METALLICA.

DATE OF BIRTH: November 11th, 1987

GENDER AND PRONOUNS: Cis Man, He/Him

HOMETOWN: Brooklyn, NY

MARK: Jacket

CHARACTER BIOGRAPHY [TW: DEATH]

Isaiah Nasir was raised in a three-story townhouse in Brooklyn, New York alongside other children not unlike him — other children who, for a variety of reasons, could not stay with their birth families. Some children had been given up, others had been taken away, others had been left behind. Some children were prone to outbursts, some were withdrawn, some were people-pleasing, some were rebellious. Isaiah was a little bit of everything. He was cordial and cooperative with those smaller or meeker than him, but those who were bigger or meaner were not so lucky. If a fellow child chose to belittle, ostracize, torment, or undermine an undeserving party, they had their head slammed into a desk, hand stabbed with a sharpened pencil, or skin marred by crooked teeth marks. Few staff members would admit it, but these actions were often deserved — and even more troubling, they regularly achieved their goals. Torment eased, balance was restored; and though he had to endure the consequences, Isaiah felt his actions were worthwhile.

However, the staff’s sympathy for Isaiah’s sense of justice faded along with his youth — a rambunctious child was one thing, a disorderly teenager was another (and in the eyes of the legal system, too). The staff knew they were likely powerless against Isaiah’s need to smoke cigarettes and tag blank walls with krink markers, but what they hoped to do was at least prevent him from “landing any real jail time”. Teenage Isaiah had scoffed at the idea of it, but once he realized “art therapy” meant “one hour a day dedicated to drawing WITHOUT anyone breathing down my neck or asking ‘can you draw me’ six thousand-fourty million times”, he was all for it. It was a mutually beneficial agreement, and calmed the tensions between Isaiah and the home staff. After all, the hours Isaiah spent at the home drawing were hours he was not spending in a holding cell.

Even as Isaiah and the members of his home aged and got their heads shrunk, chaos abounded. The values were simple — respect, responsibility, honesty, and caring — so why was it so difficult to abide by them? Years would pass, and Isaiah would come to understand it this way: each child (each person) was as complex as the circumstances which created them. Just because something worked for him didn’t mean it worked for everyone else — but even so, didn’t everything run smoother when people tried to agree? When people cooperated? When no one tried to assert themselves over the other? Isaiah learned that this attitude, while virtuous and not incorrect, would get him fucked up in a moment’s notice if taken onto the streets. Shit was tough — he had to be tougher.

“Peaceful methods only work on people who care about peace. People who conduct themselves violently, who do wrath for wrath’s sake, cannot understand and won’t be swayed by peace. Tolerance can only go so far.” Is what Miriam told him. Miriam was the head bartender and co-owner of Vig’s Bar, a dimly-lit dive where Isaiah got his first real job. For the three years prior, Isaiah had been making petty cash off drawing logos, show posters, and merchandise for the local heavy metal bands that played at Vig’s — but bar-backing there was the first steady situation he’d ever had. And he was 18 now, so he could not, under any circumstances, fuck it up. Miriam understood this — about a decade earlier, her girlfriend (a tall brunette named Claire who Isaiah had terrible a crush on, likely because she was so extremely unavailable) had been in a similar situation — so she took Isaiah under her strong, heavily-tattooed wing. Soon, Isaiah was living in Miriam and Claire’s spare room, riding and repairing motorcycles with Claire’s brother on the weekends, and learning to tattoo from Miriam’s go-to artist.

Isaiah loved Miriam for her kindness as well as her strength. Isaiah wanted to be like that. He wanted to be tough, fair, caring, generous, intelligent, and loyal. He wanted to do for others what Miriam had done for him. A handful of years after they’d met, he spoke these words at her funeral, crying as Claire held his hand.

Claire tried to hold Vig’s down, but she couldn’t make it work. Rent was rising. Bands were moving out west. Clientele dwindled. Vig’s closed. Claire moved to Oregon, leaving Isaiah with an apartment he could barely pay for. The veil of grief was thick and heavy — Isaiah wallowed for about two weeks before he began to hear Miriam’s gruff voice in his head, telling him to get his ass up and get to work. For her was the mantra. He’d do it for her.

Six years after Miriam’s death and 28 after his birth, Isaiah decided it was time to get out of New York City. He’d never been anywhere west of Massachusetts, and he was antsy (or as Miriam would have said, shpilkes).So why Nevada? Well, why not? He knew the bike ride out there would be phenomenal, and he knew he could make money tattooing there. He had fuck-all to lose, and a lot to gain — because, y’know, he’d say to anyone who asked, the venn diagram of people who like motorcycles and people who like tattoos is practically a circle.

Isaiah’s interest in motorcycles, tattoos, and leather led him (naturally) to the Styx. It was his sense of justice, order, and politics that led him to The Brothers of Ichor. He spent five years riding with them before being promoted to Road Captain. He strives to be a dynamic, honorable Road Captain; and faithful guide to his Brothers. He is tough, fair, caring, generous, intelligent, and loyal. He enjoys heavy metal, horror films, whiskey, and spending time with his black cat named Obituary.

Isaiah Nasir believes in the collective. Paramount to him now is the concept of family. Family is a moving, breathing thing. It is a group of people, willfully chosen or otherwise, who pledge adherence to shared values. Family is a group of people existing in intermittent states of vulnerability, strength, compassion, and firmness. This is the way to truth, to life. Self-reliance leads only to isolation, stagnation, destitution; without others, there is nothing. Family — the collective, the group, the whole, the unit of many —is everything.

ISAIAH NASIR IS WRITTEN BY OZZY.

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Everyone suspects CALLIOPE PENELOPE CLARKE of at least one of the cardinal sins, but in Nevada, the worst sins are bound by blood and this is HERS’S: BROTHERHOOD OF ICHOR. SHE rolled the dice THIRTY YEARS ago as a ENFORCER. Under the desert sun, they claim the act of BARTENDER AT THE WALL. They’re often mistaken for CHLOE BENNET before those crimson colored glasses slide down their nose. CALLIE better get busy living, or they’ll get busy dying by the ripe age of THIRTY. There are no second acts in a marked life, and it’s measured out by the melody of NO BODY NO CRIME BY TAYLOR SWIFT.

DATE OF BIRTH: April 6th, 1992

GENDER AND PRONOUNS: Cis Woman, She/Her

HOMETOWN: Las Vegas, NV

MARK: Jacket

CHARACTER BIOGRAPHY [TW: MURDER]

Callie was born in a terrible place in life. Her mother gave birth and realized that motherhood was not the life she wanted and left Callie and her father when she was 4 months old. Other than a tattered picture of her, Callie had nothing left to remind her of the woman that was only a fleeting memory.

Growing up with her father wasn't always so bad though. Cliff owned his own auto garage and attempted to try and raise his daughter to be someone that wasn't going to fall into his habits. Though he loved her, his rap sheet made it difficult for him to provide how she needed, and he knew that people would look down on her. But Callie didn't care. She got to hang out with her dad everyday and even though she wasn't the best in school, she still did what she needed and managed to pass. It wasn't exactly the best life but it was one that she loved.

As Callie grew older, helping her dad  in the shop became a routine. She knew that he needed the help, and that they didn't make near enough to hire more people, so Callie basically did it all. Between that and her extra side jobs that she did, the girl was so focused on trying to keep them afloat that she didn't realize how far into the hole that her dad had gotten. When Callie was 17, she game home from work one night and found her father dead in the shop. A gun shot wound to his head. Once she looked around and figured out what happened, it made the loss even worse. Her father had gotten in over his head with gambling debt and it was either he die...or her. Since she only had a few months till she was 18, Callie spent that time couch surfing with friends and laying low till she would officially no longer be a ward of the state.

When Callie was 20, she ended up becoming friends with someone who she probably shouldn't have, but she needed someone on her side. And with that friendship came the promise of a family that could bring her in. On her 21st birthday, Callie came into the Brotherhood of Ichor as a prospect, and by the time she was 23 she was a full fledged member. And finally felt like she wasn't alone anymore. Working her way through the ranks, Callie became and Enforcer and stayed there realizing she was good at it. Plus it gave her a chance to figure out who really took her father from her. The woman knows its a fine line that shes toeing by sticking her nose in where it doesn't belong...but nothing was going to stop her from seeking her revenge.

CALLIOPE CLARKE IS WRITTEN BY LEX.

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Everyone suspects MARLEY ROSE CALLAHAN of at least one of the cardinal sins, but in Nevada, the worst sins are bound by blood and this is HERS: THE ASENAS. SHE rolled the dice ONE YEAR ago as a HEIST SPECIALIST. Under the desert sun, they claim the act of DINER WAITRESS. They’re often mistaken for LILY JAMES before those crimson colored glasses slide down their nose. MARLS better get busy living, or they’ll get busy dying by the ripe age of THIRTY-THREE. There are no second acts in a marked life, and it’s measured out by the melody of GETAWAY CAR BY TAYLOR SWIFT.

DATE OF BIRTH: May 23rd, 1988

GENDER AND PRONOUNS: Cis Woman, She/Her

HOMETOWN: Jerome, AZ

MARK: None

CHARACTER BIOGRAPHY [TW: SUBSTANCE ABUSE, CHILD NEGLECT, VOMIT]

Here’s the thing about growing up surrounded by ghost stories: eventually, you can’t help but want to become one yourself.

There were all the famous ones, of course. Anna Hopkins and the Connor Hotel. Sammie Dean and Husband’s Alley. Claude Harvey and the elevator incident of ‘35. The first stories Marley ever knew were ones about ghosts. Jerome, Arizona had been brimming with them, the small town’s only claim to fame being its exaggerated history and embellished tales; anything to get curious tourists into its shops and their money back into the empty pockets of its residents, all 401 of them.

Despite tourist attraction status, it felt as if Helen Callahan’s pockets were always empty. The two Callahan women lived in a house that could hardly be considered a home, if considered a house at all. It had always been just the two of them (three, if you counted Helen’s growing addiction, or the revolving door of men that would be considered impressive for a town so small), as Marley’s father may as well have been a ghost himself. His was not a story her mother had ever cared to share however, and Marley had always known better than to ask, though his presence (or lack thereof) continued to haunt their doublewide for years to come. By her high school years, there was little more to Marley’s life than making sure her mother didn’t choke on her own vomit in the middle of the night. Picking her up off the kitchen floor at three in the morning, clothes in disarray, pupils blown. Throwing her into the shower fully clothed in hopes of getting her to sober up quickly enough to drive Marley to school and get to work so they could get the lights turned back on.

This would not be the rest of her life. Playing the role of her mother’s keeper, holding her breath for the day that the woman would wake up and become the mother Marley knew most of the other kids at school had; the mothers who made pancakes in the morning, or attended school events, or asked how you were doing, and not just when they wanted the last twenty you had in your wallet. Marley knew she had to get out of Jerome before her mother consumed her entire life, the way she knew Helen had felt Marley had consumed hers. So, from a young age, Marley had a plan. She would finish high school, sock away whatever money her mother couldn’t get her hands on first, and the minute that diploma was placed in her grasp, she would get in her mother’s beat up truck and drive far, far away, until Jerome was nothing but a distant memory in a cracked rear view mirror.

It was a simple enough plan. Almost foolproof. She’d kept her head down and to herself, out of trouble. Friends were easy to keep at a minimum, considering nobody wanted much to do with the local junkie’s kid, but Marley knew it was better that way, anyways. There was no use in forming attachments when they weren’t something she’d be bringing with her once she left. Nothing would deter her from her plan–not even the new boy senior year, with a crooked smile and soulful eyes that had seen places far bigger than their little slice of Arizona, places he longed to get back to. They were similar that way, even if his desires pointed towards places he’d already been and hers for all the ones she’d yet to see.

It was enough, though.

“I’m gonna leave this place behind, you know,” she’d promised over lunch, soggy cafeteria french fry pointed across the table like an accusatory finger. “And everyone in it.”

He’d barely bat an eye. Had the nerve to look amused even, as he merely smiled that crooked smile in her direction, and shrugged his shoulders. “Then I guess I’ll just have to come with you.” He replied, leaning forward to take the fry from her fingers, right between his teeth.

Almost foolproof.

And a fool Marley was. He made her small town feel galaxy wide. Told her stories of the places he’d been, where he longed to go, what they could see together. Her attitude towards Jerome hadn’t changed, but her plans did to make room for the boy. They spent their afternoons after class planning and daydreaming: where they would go first, things they would do, the different odd jobs they could pick up. Both of them, bright eyed and in love, planning their future.

So she wasn’t sure what had changed. Why, as graduation grew nearer and their plans closer, something in her shifted. She’d chalked it up to nerves, to the realization that this thing she’d held on to, the only thing that’d kept her going all these years, was finally happening…but it was more than that, and she knew it. Knew that as she watched him walk across that stage, cap and gown and all, that she’d had her mind made up. She could’ve left then, in the commotion of the occasion, get lost in the sea of families trying to locate their graduate, but selfishly, she’d wanted one last night with him. One last night of pretending that the next morning would come and they’d hit the road and he’d be there in the passenger seat right beside her.

He wasn’t. She hadn’t even given him the chance to say goodbye when she snuck out from underneath his embrace early that morning, careful not to wake him as she crept towards her mother’s truck, a meager bag full of her belongings stashed beneath her seat, and did exactly what it was that she promised him she’d do not even a year prior. The first offense on the long list to come.

Initially, her life on the road wasn’t all that she’d hoped. The money she’d saved hadn’t lasted her nearly as long as the guilt over what she’d done had, and her mother’s beat up old truck even less than that. Less than six months after she’d left, Marley considered returning home with her tail tucked between her legs, half-formed plan of showing up at his door and begging for forgiveness, to tell him no adventure was worth it if they weren’t experiencing it together. Callahan women were good at begging: she’d heard Helen plead plenty. For the electric company to turn back on their air, for her dealer to let her get him back next time, for whatever boyfriend at the moment to stay.

It was the thought of the last one that eventually snapped Marley out of it. Hadn’t this been exactly why she’d done this? To not end up like her mother?

So, she didn’t return home. She did, however, use what her mother had inadvertently taught her: how to trick a man. At first, it was for nothing more than a place to stay. A bat of an eyelash, a stroke of an arm, and she’d scored herself a bed for the night. But over time, her operation grew, as did her spoils. One night in a bed turning to six months of playing house, of being doted on–expenses paid for, joint bank account access, men and women eating out of the palm of her hand for what? The notion that she loved them?

It was almost too easy. The familiarity of it coming back to her, the rush that’d come with loving and leaving…what she’d once considered the worst thing she’d ever done, now serving her on her path to achieving the life she’d always dreamed of. One where nothing was off limits, where the world and all it had to offer was hers for the taking. And so, she took. From anyone who was stupid enough to let her. Each time, risking a little more, just to see what she could get away with.

Nearly fifteen years later, and Marley Callahan had all but disappeared, each new mark requiring a different name, a different life, to operate under, all with the help of her partner, picked up along the way to forge new identification documents as needed. Her latest alias had been taken up nearly a year ago: Anastasia Hartley, and her mark? Dominic Murphy, a mechanic from Las Vegas. Not her usual target, but an easy one, perhaps the fastest she’d ever found herself with a rock on her finger and a man eager to make her–to make Anastasia–his wife. He didn’t have much, but enough to get Marley and her partner in crime to wherever it was they were heading next.

Only, she’d been found out. Somebody had been watching, and what they saw had intrigued. While Anastasia’s fake engagement fell apart, Marley’s skills were contracted by The Asenas as a heist specialist, her long resume of swindles and trickery deemed useful for their operations. It’s been an odd six months since for the ghost, suddenly returned to the land of the living, but Las Vegas was just another haunted city. It almost felt like home.

MARLEY CALLAHAN IS WRITTEN BY TABITHA.

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Everyone suspects BLAKE LUCAS ROUSSEAU of at least one of the cardinal sins, but in Nevada, the worst sins are bound by blood and this is HIS: THE BROTHER'S OF ICHOR. HE rolled the dice TWENTY FIVE YEARS AGO as a TREASURER. Under the desert sun, they claim the act of CO-OWNER OF ROUSSEAU'S / DEALER. They’re often mistaken for MAXENCE DANET-FAUVEL before those crimson colored glasses slide down their nose. LUKE better get busy living, or they’ll get busy dying by the ripe age of TWENTY-FIVE. There are no second acts in a marked life, and it’s measured out by the melody of MY.LIFE BY J.COLE FT. 21 SAVAGE & MORRAY.

DATE OF BIRTH: April 21, 1997

GENDER AND PRONOUNS: Cis Man, He/Him

HOMETOWN: Las Vegas, NV

MARK: Jacket

CHARACTER BIOGRAPHY [TW: DEATH, DRUG MENTION]

Life wasn't always this draining. It used to be fun, free, and full of optimism. But that was in the past now. For a second, Luke had a future. A gifted child with a good head on his shoulders, his teachers would say he'd be a businessman, a lawyer, and one of them even suggested the president. However, things quickly changed for the worse once he turned eight. With his mother leaving the family, his older brother in the army, and his dad working too hard to pay attention, Luke found himself losing interest in classes and lashing out. The boy was smart, but he was too stressed to focus on anything, and being disruptive was as much of an escape as it was a role to take to avoid reality. Luke had always been close to his siblings, looking up to his brother and father, protecting his mother and his sister. When his mother left, his image of a perfect family shattered quickly. He saw his father suffer and overwork, he remembered the calls he made to his brother who wasn't even home, he remembered crying himself to sleep when nobody was looking. It wasn't about living anymore, it was about surviving.

As he grew into a teenager, he wanted to help his father as much as he could, they had always enjoyed a close relationship and he felt like he needed to contribute more to the family now. Ever since he was young, he had admired his father's role in the Brotherhood, and now that he wasn't a kid anymore, he started closing in on the organization and actively trying to participate more. Slowly, he found himself rising to the rank of treasurer. Life seemed good, it was stable, and he was recovering from his mother's departure. Then, the worse that could happen had happened. His father disappeared or died, the answer changes depending on who you ask. Personally, Luke finds himself conflicted, two sides inside of him picking at his brain trying to convince him of one or the other fate. He couldn't believe that their father, the strong man who brought him and his siblings up, the gang member, would just die. He had to have been hiding, right? At least that's what his brain convinced him of thinking. Perhaps, it was escapism, perhaps it was his way to cope with another traumatic event.

Luke grew up in Nevada, seeing the bright lights and the City of Sin throughout the years. He remembered working as a store clerk trying to make some money to help keep his family afloat and pay for his college education, but quickly quitting once he saw that dealing paid far better. He found himself targeting an audience that would pay a premium for his product. A pretty boy, educated, and in a suit could enter any fancy restaurant or hotel and establish a conversation with businessmen or frat boys who'd be interested in what he had to sell. Work smarter, not harder.

You reap what you sow and Luke definitely found himself enjoying the new luxuries that his side hustle would give him. He threw away the books and lecture notes, changing them for alcohol, drugs, dancers, and the high life of a playboy. He transferred himself from studying finance at the University of Nevada, Las Vegas to some online university where he cheated his way through and half-assedly listened to the lectures. He had learned what he needed to and now just wanted the degree just for the sake of fulfilling his,now gone, father's wishes.

Smart, manipulative, a survivalist. Luke wasn't a genius, but he was far from being dumb. A balanced mix between book smarts and street smarts. His temper gets the best of him, though. He can be loud, obnoxious, and a little too reactionary at times. When it comes to business, he analyzes and finds the better alternative to each plan. When it comes to his emotional side, he's a mess. Luke grew up too fast, matured too fast, in some areas he's a grown up and in others, he's still a petulant teenager who throws a fit if he doesn't get his way.

BLAKE ROUSSEAU IS WRITTEN BY LEXA.