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"As lovely as this has been hon, if you aren't going toorder something... I can't get you a drink."
lennon valentine - male - bi. 28; november 22, 1990; portland, me. errand boy; bar tender. affiliated with most gangs. proud cat parent.
lennon is an errand boy, meaning he's just about dipped his fingers with most groups known to the los angeles' criminal underworld. due to this, lennon has learned to be quite cautious because while the city is known as the 'city of angels' with some of the shit he's seen? it's anything but.
being a bit of a flirt makes good money when you work the taps and putting on a charming smile can get quite a bit of info if you're clever enough. despite being a bartender for one of the neutral clubs he has done some more dirty jobs including clean up a few times.
independent lennon only got into the crime world because of a debt he owed, after a few years in the trade it was suicide not to continue with it and his number of resources were proving useful in bringing in cash. well that, as well as no gang or organization he had been involved with, would've left him alive.
known to be rather devious at times lennon isn't afraid to seduce the information out of someone after a little pillow talk. usually a go-between or sometimes deal in whatever he's paid to often in order keep the heat off the actual members. lennon is industrious that way, always making sure to earn his keep making him quite dependable.
however, every human had their flaws. whether this is a flaw or a gift can be debated, but lennon decent at lying, picking up on them and saying them smooth enough. the risks of his other job mean connections with other people are a liability or worse, leverage if he fucks something up. though he does want a relationship besides quick one-nighters for either entertainment or information. lennon is lonely, though he'd rather not endanger anyone besides himself.
lennon is the proud cat dad of an absolutely spoiled maine coon by the name of moose. the cat in question is a gentle giant even if he could do some damage with those massive paws of his. lennon adores his cat and probably takes care of moose better than himself sometimes.
originally from the east coast lennon moved to the city of angels at the ripe age of 19 with the hopes of getting life started. having just started college before he had his first encounter with the local gang, they weren't much but still managed to cause a lot of trouble around campus. his dormmate at the time, his sophomore year was actually a member of the gang and knowing lennon would help with just about anything at the time for some spare cash simply asked for a favor.
it seemed there were a few other small gangs that'd been eyeing the campus as fair game for new turf. the three had decided on a fisticuff, no weapons, last gang with the most men standing got the campus. the only reason lennon was recruited that he was a half decent boxer.
the fight went on as agreed to no issues other than a few pretty banged up guy here and there. lennon was doing pretty well at the time the fight was drawing to a close, he was only sporting a bruising eye and a split lip. but as the numbers had been dwindling down as it went on until it seemed his dormmates gang was going to pull through. . . but then someone yelled something and it happened.
it was supposed to be a clean fight. the guy wasn't supposed to pull a knife.
of course when the fucker who pulled the knife charged and everything went to hell faster than anyone could curse. during the shit show, lennon found himself hands stained red. the dumbass managed to turn the knife inwards when he went at him and stabbed himself but also managed to clip him with the knife.
now with an opposing gang member bleeding out and lennon himself cut pretty bad the no weapons agreement flew out the window. so he did what any sensible person would and ditched, which ended up backfiring right quick seeing as his dormmate ended up tracking him down. for ditching and nearly costing them the fight he owed them a favor. that's how he got involved with the whole mess because he owed them a favor.
he just didn't know it'd shape the rest of his life, had he, lennon might've just declined.
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gwendoline 'gwen' marcy adams - female - bisexual, 26; october 30th, 1993; los angeles, ca. waitress, thief. affiliated with; undecided.
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witty ⇂ while she's known for being hard to get along with at times, gwen is also known for her fun banter with patrons
hot headed ⇂ she is someone quick to anger, always looking for a fight
reckless ⇂ something she's never quite grown out of is her need to find herself in trouble, not so much nowadays but she has her moments
stubborn ⇂ if she sets her mind on an opinion, it's best you don't try to sway her as it'd be a waste of time
independent ⇂ growing up with no one to completely rely on gwen learned to depend and rely on herself
sharp tongued ⇂ sometimes without meaning it gwen can be harsh with her words and tone
blunt ⇂ speaking her mind about nearly anything and everything, it has gotten her into trouble over the years
sarcastic ⇂ witty and harsh as she is, gwen is also quite sarcastic playing to the banter between people
defensive ⇂ having grown up in environments that made her quite independent it also made her defensive about herself and her issues always finding a way to deflect
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partner ⇂ closed; gwen isnt good with feelings, past realtionships making the idea of someone having affection for her out of question in her mind. she prefers to chase them off with blunt and utter rudeness if she doesn't try and fight them first.
rivals ⇂ khalid ausno [xwft]
friends ⇂ lila hart [me; npc]
enemies ⇂
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gwendoline marcy adams is the product of what happens when two high school sweethearts happy ending turns sour. gwen's parents were young when they had her, she was unplanned and most of the time unwanted. her mother, leah tried for a while to be a mother to her, only to really give up when gwen could pour herself some cereal. leah wasn't working, but she claimed disability for migraines that caused her to be unable to work, her father james however managed to bring home a measly paycheck. yet for some reason food was always scarce.
the neglectful behavior continued on until one day gwen was sick of stomach pains and hunger clawing at her insides like a rabid animal. she stole for the first time at elven, it was enough for a bag of bagels of which was hidden in under the bed of her tiny bedroom. gwen made them last as long as she could often times only eating half a bagel when she felt desperate for it. from then on it became habit, she did everything from scavenge money from the streets, discreetly take a dollar from her mother's purse or what would eventually be her downfall; pick pocket.
at the age of thirteen headstrong and reckless gwen got caught pickpocketing and taken down to the station. it was there she'd meet a cop she will always refer to as ‘officer friendly’, he was the one who realized the situation and eventually got child services involved. from the on officer friendly was a near constant in her teenage years.
foster care was not kind to her. there were some who tried and others who saw the benefits and decided to have someone to work around the house. very vividly gwen can recall one foster father backhanding her across the face and leaning in with his coffee breath to tell her to ”know her place.” it was then on gwen's goal in life was to take no shit and cause chaos.
after eventually getting kicked out of enough families from bad behavior and starting things with either other foster kids or worse blood children, gwen was moved to a group home. it all just escalated from there. not only did she increase the amount of fights she started, but gwen started to enjoy them. gwen never finished high school, something of which was another source of trouble, having dropped out and bailed on the group home at sixteen with two hundred dollars to her name.
from then on it was life on the streets. at seventeen she got an under the table job washing dishes at a diner and managed to keep it. at the age of eighteen gwen smoked her first cigarette and watched coworkers laugh as she coughed teary-eyed from inhaling the smoke like a dumbass, the same year she pressed a still hot lighter to the inside of thigh in a test of pain. nineteen she started to street fight and eventually starting winning, got promoted to waitress and paid the first rent on her shabby apartment. at twenty gwen earned a scar from a split lip and what she calls her ‘cat scratches’ from falling onto some broken glass during her fighting.
by the time she reached twenty-one, gwen was a firecracker and a damn decent fighter, but a knife to her abdomen could have cut her life short. it's to this day gwen thanks her past self for carrying a lighter on her because if she didn't? her parents would be i.ding her in what would've been a mugging gone south. however she managed to remember in a movie as a kid, something about burning an injury to close it. so gwen removed her belt, heated up the switchblade she carried on her and clamped down on the belt while she held the heated knife to her skin. the act of cauterizing the wound nearly made her faint and she still can remember the smell of burning flesh enough to make her head spin. if there's one thing she was lucky with its that it didn't get infected.
after her near-death experience, gwen smartened up some, just enough to be known around the underground as ‘the blonde menace’. she was notorious for starting fights with gang members as well as around gang territories.
gwen didn't just improve her fighting, no she got better at her thieving to pulling off a few joint robberies here and there. gwen never really joined a gang formally despite being known in the underground though she's run into them a few times on a robbery or even just out in some of the more neutral bars.
if gwen isn't 'working' and selling her finds then she's actually working. her blonde hair done up in a ponytail with that ugly powder blue dress and apron that her boss calls a uniform. she works a lot, her pay is shitty, and gwen hates what she's doing with every fiber of her being but it's enough to keep the lights on with some scarce food in the fridge. the hunger she gets working either of her jobs? nothing a few cigarettes can't help settle before she's able to heat up a frozen pizza.
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crutches⇂ a partial nicotine addit, though she denies it at ever turn.
disabilities⇂partial deafness; hearing loss in her left ear caused by a head injury
tinnitus; ringing or buzzing noise in one or both ears that may be constant or come and go
weapons⇂ her own fists, knives, brass knuckles or crowbars
skills⇂⇁ street fighting
⇁ some basic first aid
⇁ starting fights
⇁ pain tolerence
weaknesses⇂⇁ can be cocky
⇁ connecting with people
⇁ kids
⇁ her temper
likes⇂⇁ cheap alcohol
⇁ adrenaline highs
⇁ the color red
⇁ sparring
⇁ vanilla icecream
⇁ cinnamon gum
⇁ ironicly ugly lighters
dislikes⇂⇁ black coffee
⇁ arrogance
⇁ unfair fights
⇁ losing
⇁ the devils marauders
⇁ police
