Post by Rico Brooks on May 5, 2006 6:01:43 GMT 12
[Name >> Rico Brooks
[Age >> 17
[Gender >> Male
[Tribe >> Wildcats
[Rank >> Hunter
[Nationality >> English
[Politics >> Save your own skin as well as those you can trust.
[Romantic orientation >> Does beating her over the head with a club count?
[Appearance >> Rico was brought up in a family of bikers, his three older brothers had joined the local bike gang and so Rico followed in their footsteps, at 6'1 and built broad by working on engine cams and framework he is an impressive size for his age. With long black curls tied back into a pony tail behind his head and deep blue eyes that survey everything Rico strikes a definite image amongst those his age. Growing up a Bike fanatic with his brothers Rico adopted the look, he wears an old worn leather jacket with many badges of old rock bands and motorbike clubs sewn all over the arms and down the back, center across his shoulders is a snarling tiger with the words 'Live Free, Run With The Tiger' in gold italics sewn above it. Always sporting a pair of blue denim jeans covered in oil and an old white t shirt. His mid-shin steel toe capped boots always upon his feet.
[Attitude >> Rico loves to fight, he grew up brawling with his brothers as well as other bikers. He carries a long 15 inch serrated back combat knife he keeps slung at his belt in its leather holster for those chance meetings with someone wanting to take him on. He is generally well humored and likes to have a laugh when he can but will be extremely serious to the point of fanaticism if his ideals are contradicted.
[Notable History >> The loud clatter of falling tools ran through the garage and Rico popped his head out from under the Triumph he was servicing, two large men grinned down at him and he tried to scrambled backwards under the bike to get away, Kicking the stands holding the bike up one of the men gave a bark like laugh as the massive engine column dropped onto Rico's chest. Forcing all the air from him and crushing down on his ribs he squirmed in pain and tried to push on the bike. One of the men leaned down beside him, his leather jacket rustling with chains. His round stubbled covered head shook at Rico struggling beneath the bike " ...You got it bad kid...You and your brothers fucked up big time.." his southern accent rang through the garage, loud crashes and bangs rang through Rico's head as the other of the two began to wreck the garage. Sliding a half cut shotgun from inside of his jacket the man grinned with a manic glint in his eye. "...We are here to teach ya'll a lesson...you and your brothers are going to dissapear...your not from round here...infact your not even from this country so you little English boys wont be missed...and with the plague run most people out of town we will disappear in the dust cloud and know one will be none the wiser...plus...ain't nothing but kids left here..." he began to stroke the gun with his gloved fingers and Rico wriggled and struggled as much as he could, unable to even talk due to the weight on his chest, he was barely able to breath. Suddenly a voice cut through the noise " What the hell is going on ?! " came the voice of his eldest brother, turning the man beside him allowed Rico a glimpse of all three of his brothers stood in the door way. Vincent the brother closest to him in age dived at the second man wielding a crowbar and they both fell to the floor in a heap, punches being exchanged left and right. Rico's second eldest brother Dante made a dash for the office, an old converted store room where they kept a single barrel 12 gauge for security purposes. The man before Rico clicked his trigger and blood exploded up the office door. Rico's eyes filled with tears and he thrashed even more beneath the bike. Dante dropped to the floor with a thud and Rico knew he had just lost one brother. The bike began to tip, just alittle bit more and he'd be able to knock it over. Rico's eldest brother Donavan acted on impulse and dived into the office, smashing the door into the wall as the second shot rang out inside the office, one of the many pellets struck Vincent across the back and he arched, catching the crowbar across the head. He fell sideways slumped upon the floor, his eyes open and un-blinking. Rico saw his second brother die and he thrashed even more, finally the bike rolled off him and knocked into the shotgun totting man in front of him who was in the process of filling the shotgun, only one barrel was loaded before he fell the floor the bike trapping his legs. The gun snapped shut and he lifted it as Donavan rounded out of the office once more with the 12 gauge raised. Two shots rang simultaneously as the sawnoff and the 12 gauge exchanged fire. The man took the full force of the shotgun in the face and was wrenched backwards against the bike. Donavan took the brunt of the pellet spray in his chest and spun into the office, sliding across the floor as blood covered the small garage. Rico slowly pushed himself up from the floor as the second man ran from the garage. Rico was numb, he'd just watched the only family he ever had die in the space of seconds. His eyes watered and he dropped to the floor again, his mind raced, what would he do now? He had nothing. He stayed upon the floor for about fifteen minutes before he stood up shakily, Donavan would slap him and tell him to think clearly if he was alive at this moment, but he wasn't he was laid dead in the office. Rico stepped over his brothers and tried to steel himself, tried to hold down what threatened to come up from his stomach and he pulled open the second draw down on the desk, taking a wad of rolled up cash and his combat knife he lifted his jacket from the chair.
Rico let the air rushing through the city streets cool him as he still let the tears roll down his cheeks, they were going to leave when his brothers got back, he was finishing up on his bike and they were going to leave New York because of the plague, they been safe while it washed over the city, they were down south making a deal with the men who showed up in his garage but now when they came back to pack up he had nothing, left to fend for himself here. His brothers he'd covered with thick matt sheets and he'd left the man to rot over the bike. Padlocking the place closed he'd written a warning across the front of the metal grid 'Stay Out, Stay Alive' though it wouldn't mean much to people as most of them had left through before the wall had been put up. Rico didn't want to leave, he just wanted to stay here. Soon enough he'd found himself unable to cry anymore, but found a new strength build up inside of him, a fire he could never extinguish. Anyone who crossed him he'd make them pay. He knew kids had been coming back here and there were gangs set up, he thought '...hell there's gotta be one gang that will take me in...'
[Reputation >> Rico keeps a light attitude on things until they get out of hand, then he cracks heads. Even if he knows someone will get the better of him he'll give it ago. His steel determination and impressive strength give him a Ironclad image, but if people get under his skin, he's a kitten. But the kitten has claws. Big ones.
[Age >> 17
[Gender >> Male
[Tribe >> Wildcats
[Rank >> Hunter
[Nationality >> English
[Politics >> Save your own skin as well as those you can trust.
[Romantic orientation >> Does beating her over the head with a club count?
[Appearance >> Rico was brought up in a family of bikers, his three older brothers had joined the local bike gang and so Rico followed in their footsteps, at 6'1 and built broad by working on engine cams and framework he is an impressive size for his age. With long black curls tied back into a pony tail behind his head and deep blue eyes that survey everything Rico strikes a definite image amongst those his age. Growing up a Bike fanatic with his brothers Rico adopted the look, he wears an old worn leather jacket with many badges of old rock bands and motorbike clubs sewn all over the arms and down the back, center across his shoulders is a snarling tiger with the words 'Live Free, Run With The Tiger' in gold italics sewn above it. Always sporting a pair of blue denim jeans covered in oil and an old white t shirt. His mid-shin steel toe capped boots always upon his feet.
[Attitude >> Rico loves to fight, he grew up brawling with his brothers as well as other bikers. He carries a long 15 inch serrated back combat knife he keeps slung at his belt in its leather holster for those chance meetings with someone wanting to take him on. He is generally well humored and likes to have a laugh when he can but will be extremely serious to the point of fanaticism if his ideals are contradicted.
[Notable History >> The loud clatter of falling tools ran through the garage and Rico popped his head out from under the Triumph he was servicing, two large men grinned down at him and he tried to scrambled backwards under the bike to get away, Kicking the stands holding the bike up one of the men gave a bark like laugh as the massive engine column dropped onto Rico's chest. Forcing all the air from him and crushing down on his ribs he squirmed in pain and tried to push on the bike. One of the men leaned down beside him, his leather jacket rustling with chains. His round stubbled covered head shook at Rico struggling beneath the bike " ...You got it bad kid...You and your brothers fucked up big time.." his southern accent rang through the garage, loud crashes and bangs rang through Rico's head as the other of the two began to wreck the garage. Sliding a half cut shotgun from inside of his jacket the man grinned with a manic glint in his eye. "...We are here to teach ya'll a lesson...you and your brothers are going to dissapear...your not from round here...infact your not even from this country so you little English boys wont be missed...and with the plague run most people out of town we will disappear in the dust cloud and know one will be none the wiser...plus...ain't nothing but kids left here..." he began to stroke the gun with his gloved fingers and Rico wriggled and struggled as much as he could, unable to even talk due to the weight on his chest, he was barely able to breath. Suddenly a voice cut through the noise " What the hell is going on ?! " came the voice of his eldest brother, turning the man beside him allowed Rico a glimpse of all three of his brothers stood in the door way. Vincent the brother closest to him in age dived at the second man wielding a crowbar and they both fell to the floor in a heap, punches being exchanged left and right. Rico's second eldest brother Dante made a dash for the office, an old converted store room where they kept a single barrel 12 gauge for security purposes. The man before Rico clicked his trigger and blood exploded up the office door. Rico's eyes filled with tears and he thrashed even more beneath the bike. Dante dropped to the floor with a thud and Rico knew he had just lost one brother. The bike began to tip, just alittle bit more and he'd be able to knock it over. Rico's eldest brother Donavan acted on impulse and dived into the office, smashing the door into the wall as the second shot rang out inside the office, one of the many pellets struck Vincent across the back and he arched, catching the crowbar across the head. He fell sideways slumped upon the floor, his eyes open and un-blinking. Rico saw his second brother die and he thrashed even more, finally the bike rolled off him and knocked into the shotgun totting man in front of him who was in the process of filling the shotgun, only one barrel was loaded before he fell the floor the bike trapping his legs. The gun snapped shut and he lifted it as Donavan rounded out of the office once more with the 12 gauge raised. Two shots rang simultaneously as the sawnoff and the 12 gauge exchanged fire. The man took the full force of the shotgun in the face and was wrenched backwards against the bike. Donavan took the brunt of the pellet spray in his chest and spun into the office, sliding across the floor as blood covered the small garage. Rico slowly pushed himself up from the floor as the second man ran from the garage. Rico was numb, he'd just watched the only family he ever had die in the space of seconds. His eyes watered and he dropped to the floor again, his mind raced, what would he do now? He had nothing. He stayed upon the floor for about fifteen minutes before he stood up shakily, Donavan would slap him and tell him to think clearly if he was alive at this moment, but he wasn't he was laid dead in the office. Rico stepped over his brothers and tried to steel himself, tried to hold down what threatened to come up from his stomach and he pulled open the second draw down on the desk, taking a wad of rolled up cash and his combat knife he lifted his jacket from the chair.
Rico let the air rushing through the city streets cool him as he still let the tears roll down his cheeks, they were going to leave when his brothers got back, he was finishing up on his bike and they were going to leave New York because of the plague, they been safe while it washed over the city, they were down south making a deal with the men who showed up in his garage but now when they came back to pack up he had nothing, left to fend for himself here. His brothers he'd covered with thick matt sheets and he'd left the man to rot over the bike. Padlocking the place closed he'd written a warning across the front of the metal grid 'Stay Out, Stay Alive' though it wouldn't mean much to people as most of them had left through before the wall had been put up. Rico didn't want to leave, he just wanted to stay here. Soon enough he'd found himself unable to cry anymore, but found a new strength build up inside of him, a fire he could never extinguish. Anyone who crossed him he'd make them pay. He knew kids had been coming back here and there were gangs set up, he thought '...hell there's gotta be one gang that will take me in...'
[Reputation >> Rico keeps a light attitude on things until they get out of hand, then he cracks heads. Even if he knows someone will get the better of him he'll give it ago. His steel determination and impressive strength give him a Ironclad image, but if people get under his skin, he's a kitten. But the kitten has claws. Big ones.
