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[devilsgatewayhq]

Name: Isaac Gonzalez Age: 40 Time living in Tonopah: 10 years Occupation: Speakeasy Owner 'The Black Rabbit' Gang Affiliation: Sons of Silence Enforcer Neighborhood: Downtown Face Claim: Clayton Cardenas

Biography TW: (Child neglect / abuse (His upbringing), drug use, Murder, Crime, Illegal Car Racing, Infidelity)

Isaac Gonzalez's journey began with a turbulent start, far from what one would expect growing up in Chicago. Nurturing his drug-addicted parents was a daunting task, and being the subject of gossip in the town only added to the challenges. From his earliest memories, Isaac's life was overshadowed by the presence of his dysfunctional family, often resembling what some might describe as a struggling household. The community would avert their gaze as his family walked down the streets, clad in tattered clothes and appearing disheveled. Whispers would float through the air, labeling Isaac as the boy from the troubled home, a moniker that seemed to haunt him wherever he went. Childhood was never truly an option for him, as he shouldered responsibilities far beyond his years—cooking, cleaning, and fulfilling tasks that were unimaginable for a child. Rarely did a smile grace his face, for happiness was a foreign concept to him. Of his parents, he held a slightly closer bond with his mother, cherishing the memories of her singing lullabies and caressing his hair before bedtime. But these moments were fleeting, abruptly disrupted by outbursts of violence, which were skillfully concealed when he went to school. Astonishingly, nobody ever questioned the facade, leaving Isaac bewildered as to how they failed to perceive the anguish he endured. The ninth of October etched itself permanently into Isaac's memory. He returned home from school to find his mother's bags packed, accompanied by a remorseful note. She had chosen to save herself, leaving Isaac in the clutches of his abusive, alcoholic father. With fewer targets for his rage, Isaac became the primary recipient of his father's torment.

The beatings intensified, eventually forcing Isaac to abandon school and obey his father's every command. However, one night, after yet another vicious slap and amidst the scattered beer bottles, a confused boy sat on the floor, tears streaming down his face. Something within him snapped, an indescribable transformation. It was as if the world had crumbled beneath his feet as he gazed into the darkness above. On that fateful Monday evening, at 9:45 pm, the only sounds punctuating the air were his jagged breaths and the distant chirping of birds. Seizing an opportunity while his father slumbered, he doused the entire house in gasoline and, without hesitation, set it ablaze, believing it would be reduced to ashes. Departing before the fire consumed everything, he embarked on a journey that would last for years. Isaac remained on the run, returning only to find a trace of the house that once stood. He had unwittingly become the instrument of his father's demise, and no one ever questioned it. The authorities ruled that in his despondent grief over his wife's departure, his father had taken his own life along with his son, erasing any remnant of their existence. Isaac felt compelled to revisit the scene, seeking closure and reconciling with his actions.

However, the experience left him cold and consumed by anger, forever changed. The path to becoming a hitman was a hazy one, shrouded in uncertainty. Initially, he undertook a few assignments to alleviate his debt, but the requests gradually piled up. Dealing in illicit arms had always served as his escape—a talent he possessed and initially pursued for enjoyment. Killing people became easier than that. But when the realization dawned that it could yield substantial profits, Isaac's life took a drastic turn. Engulfed by the world of motorbikes and prospecting for a club, he pursued it relentlessly. Initially, for meager gains that eventually grew into a considerable fortune. With each vehicle upgrade, his profits multiplied, and before he knew it, Isaac had garnered a following, basking in the intoxicating allure of small town fame. His ability to flip an old bike and make it look brand spanking new was something they loved, and forged friendships with the right people.

For the first time in his life, he felt like he had a life to live. Until his world came crashing down around him, burned by the woman he'd fallen for. He'd spent all of six months going nomad, flitting around helping between charters, solidifying his name and giving him the chance to travel. And she'd played him like a fool. The day he was hauled off, all he could think of was revenge. Sentenced to six years, it felt like he was finally getting his karma for his father. Yet, four years didn't go as slow as he thought, and when he walked out early on good behaviour, he knew it was time to settle. Tonopah Valley, the Sons of Silence Charter.

He'd spent years flipping bikes, with his pay out waiting. When he got out of the cells, he decided to do something new. A speakeasy bar, where he could listen to all the jazz he wanted. Amidst his newfound small-town notoriety for a booming business where the Sons were free to use for their own needs, he took a quick liking to the Sons of Silence Charter. When, a group that seemed to deem him worthy. Isaac possessed the connections and the mindset for the life of a member, and fate drew him in. Though he aspired for the presidency, he respected the hierarchical structure, acknowledging that it was a privilege reserved for members that'd been there from the beginning. Years of unwavering loyalty granted him a title he never anticipated—Enforcer. Isaac served the organization faithfully, whether through riding or undertaking various nefarious endeavors. He'd found his true calling, albeit one no better than his father's, in his prime. He'd become a reflection of his past, willingly committing himself to any task that would ensure the club's prosperity—be it arms deals, riding, cocaine, or a host of other ventures.

His moniker, "the Beast," was not unfounded. At times, "psychopath" seemed more fitting, dependent on his mood. Now, at the age of 40, Isaac sat alongside his club finally, a constant force ensuring loyalty and safeguarding against betrayal. Infamous for his brutal persona and his seemingly psychopathic tendencies, he instilled fear even in the most ordinary of individuals, leaving them trembling in their boots. Authorities recognized him for his stint behind bars, but his people relied on him. Isaac was an unrelenting and ruthless individual, unafraid of taking lives or dealing with people. His sole concern lay in providing for himself and his team, and anyone who obstructed that path would pay dearly, as no one dared to cross a Son. But now he knows she's back. Things will never be the same.

Headcanons: 

Despite his reputation as a feared enforcer, Isaac is a skilled negotiator when the situation calls for it. He can smoothly navigate delicate discussions, using a combination of intimidation and persuasion to ensure favorable outcomes for the Sons of Silence. This talent has proven invaluable in securing profitable deals and maintaining the gang's influence in Tonopah Valley.

Isaac has a complicated relationship with his own emotions. Years of suppressing his feelings and resorting to violence as a coping mechanism have made it challenging for him to express vulnerability. He often masks his true emotions with sarcasm and harsh words, fearing that showing any weakness could be exploited by his enemies.

Isaac's speakeasy, "The Black Rabbit," is a hidden gem within Tonopah Valley. It's located in a secluded area, accessible only to those who know the secret entrance. The interior is adorned with vintage decor, dim lighting, and a stage for live jazz performances. Isaac takes pride in curating a sophisticated atmosphere where patrons can escape reality and indulge in the allure of the Prohibition era.

Isaac is a connoisseur of fine whiskey and has an extensive collection in his private study. He enjoys hosting tastings for his closest friends and business associates, showcasing his knowledge and passion for the art of distilling. The study also serves as his sanctuary, where he can retreat from the chaos of his criminal activities and enjoy a moment of solitude.

Isaac has a knack for fixing vintage motorcycles and cars. In his free time, he immerses himself in the restoration process, meticulously bringing old vehicles back to life. It's a therapeutic activity for him, allowing him to focus on the intricacies of mechanics and craftsmanship.

Isaac is an insomniac, plagued by vivid nightmares that are remnants of his troubled past. Sleepless nights are not uncommon for him, and he often finds solace in long, solitary rides on his motorcycle, allowing the open road to temporarily free him from his haunting dreams.

Isaac has a collection of antique pocket watches. Each watch holds sentimental value for him, representing different chapters of his life. He carefully maintains and winds them, considering them a symbol of time's power and the control he exerts over his own destiny.

[npcproject]

NPC 008 The Lance

[fraternum-momentum]

[moeblob]

OCs today because I really missed them. Since I wanted details still but with less effort (aka no shading) I opted for their DND AU versions.

Not pictured: Paul (a Pauladin if you will) messing up and probably nearly dying for the fifth time.

[bitchfitch]

MOTHER FUCKER SPOTTED T POSING. GAY SHIT IM GOING TO HAVE TO BANISH THE CHILD FOR TO ENSUE.

[anotherhumanpet]

[peppermint-twst]

you’ve heard of twst characters becoming self-aware of their fictional world, now get ready for…

twst nrc student npcs becoming self-aware of the fact they have no faces…

[poisonder]

theyre a little silly your honor

[pirateofrohan]

remember in da2 when marethari went into the alienage and everybody bowed? that was weird, right?

[rathologic]

truly respect patho2's changes to the willows... the whole time in 1 I've been thinking "it would be nice if anna's interior reflected her being a hoarder of medicine by amassing a collection of other objects, thereby offering insight into her character and creating a sense that she has despoiled or disorganized the house by living in it" and 2 did hit that spot on.

[fooltofancy]

lads i have just noticed the lolorito statue in vesper bay.

[devilsgatewayhq]

Name: Dean ‘Jagger’ MacNally Age: 60 Occupation: Bike Shop Owner in Eureka, CA Time living in Tonopah: He has been in Tonopah for the last month, he is visiting town, currently residing in Eureka, CA Neighborhood: Webster Village Gang Affiliation: President of the Sons of Silence - Eureka Charter Face Claim: Karl Urban

Biography:

Dean MacNally was born in a small Catholic infirmary on the outskirts of Dublin. When he was just four weeks old, his father abandoned the family, leaving his mother to raise three young children on her own. Growing up in poverty, Dean made the difficult to quit school against his mother's wishes at the age of 15 in order to assist his mother with whatever bills he could. Despite his strong Catholic faith, Dean could never find it in his heart to forgive his father for abandoning their family without a trace. By his eighteenth birthday, he had made the choice to leave Ireland behind for good. His oldest brother had already established a life for himself in a quiet Nevada town named Tonopah Valley. With the help of a friend he had met on his various encounters with the law, Dean was connected with someone who had been in expert in document forgery, and in no time had a one way ticket to America. Before turning twenty-one, Dean had found himself in trouble with the law more times than he could count. By his twenty-fifth birthday, he had landed himself in prison for eight months, serving a sentence for a felony drug offense. He found a home in Tonopah Valley, the same place his brother had called home prior. Here, he met Sonny Walker and with the help of Michael Monroe, Serkan Tezel, and five others the Sons of Silence was founded. The motorcycle club ignited a deep passion for Harley-Davidson, and he spent his time and effort helping it become what it now is today. It was in this new chapter of his life that he crossed paths with Allison "Ally" McAbee, and they immediately fell head over heels for one another. Dean and Ally wasted no time tying the knot in an intimate courthouse ceremony. Rowan was their first-born child, and shortly after, they were blessed with twins, Riley and Maeve, followed by the arrival of Aiden a few years later. Dean cherished the role of being a father even more than being a member of the Sons of Silence. It allowed him to become the father he had always wanted for himself.

Over time, Ally received a call from her father, delivering the heartbreaking news of her mother's passing. He needed help managing the small family diner her parents had owned for over fifty years. Without hesitation, Ally agreed, and Dean supported her. They made the decision to relocate to Ally's hometown in Eureka, California. All four of their kids were grown, and the only one who agreed to move had been their youngest, Aiden. Dean, in turn, secured a transfer to the Eureka charter, gradually working his way up to earning the president patch. However, upon learning of the growing tensions brewing back in Tonopah, he, along with a few other Eureka members, decided to come to the aid of the Tonopah charter, offering help and manpower wherever it was needed.

Headcannon:

His best friend was Cole’s uncle, Michael.

He was Cole Monroe’s sponsor as a prospect.

His favorite word to use is cunt, no reason.

He goes by Jagger, a nickname he earned while in prison.

Ally is the absolute love of his life, and he would do anything for her.

He loves being a father more than anything else in the world

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

if Fatui evil why do the Mondstadt NPCs near the teleport clap when Baizhu sends out his healing snake huh

[cadrenebula]

Vierapril - Day 3 Rest

[starryseasart]

doodle of my current dnd 5e character, Knick Knack, soulknife kenku rogue :)

[anotherhumanpet]

For once, Jaden decides to indulge in a bit of selfishness and relaxation. It's his birthday after all, and he's got enough sick time loaded in the bank to miss plenty of shifts. So why not use the PTO to call out and sleep in on a lazy morning?