Sonny is a man built from fire and steel, a former kingpin turned reluctant leader in the wasteland. His chiseled face, worn by years of war and betrayal, is framed by a thick, salt- and-pepper beard, his sharp green eyes cold as a loaded gun. He moves with the confidence of a man who once had the world at his feet and the wariness of one who lost it all. His battered leather duster, riddled with bullet holes and knife slashes, carries the weight of his past. A faded cross tattoo peeks from under his collar—a symbol of faith long abandoned, but never quite forgotten. He speaks in a low, measured tone, every word a promise or a threat.
Lucia is all sharp edges and stubborn resilience, a girl forced to grow up in the shadow of violence. Her dark hair, hastily tied into a messy braid, constantly slips loose, framing her piercing brown eyes that see more than she lets on. She wears an oversized apron over a worn leather jacket, combat boots scuffed from countless escapes and battles. Her hands, always stained with flour, grease, or blood, clutch a silver locket—the last memory of her mother. Fiercely loyal to Sonny but unafraid to challenge him, she moves fast, talks faster, and stands her ground even when she shouldn’t.
Cain is a figure out of legend, his presence alone enough to shift the tides of any encounter. His weathered face, lined with regret and ancient sins, carries the burden of a man who has walked through every hell and back. A faint, glowing sigil burns on his forehead, an eternal brand of his crime. Draped in a tattered cloak, his broad frame is imposing, yet there is something weary in the way he moves, as if the weight of centuries bends his shoulders. His deep, resonant voice speaks in riddles and warnings, his words lingering like an omen long after he’s gone.
Mr. Lucky is a nightmare dressed in elegance, his pristine white suit never catching a speck of dust, no matter how much blood is spilled around him. His slicked-back salt-and-pepper hair remains untouched by the chaos, and the deep scar running across his cheek only adds to his unsettling charm. His black eyes shimmer with amusement, as if he already knows the ending to every story but enjoys watching people struggle anyway. A silver coin flicks effortlessly between his fingers, always landing in his favor. He doesn’t raise his voice—he doesn’t need to. Every deal he makes is a noose waiting to tighten.
Patty Cake struts through the world like she owns it, a vision of post-apocalyptic glamor wrapped in sharp steel. Her faded pink waitress dress, torn and patched, is cinched tight over her combat boots and fishnet stockings. A cracked name tag reading Sweet Revenge sits above a blood-streaked apron, pockets filled with more than just kitchen tools. Her dark hair, pinned with mismatched diner cutlery, is styled in messy victory rolls, streaked with ash and grease. Her voice is smooth as honey, dripping with either charm or venom, depending on who’s listening. She doesn’t offer second chances—just the house special, served cold.
Big Tone is a human wall, towering over most with a build that looks forged in a scrapyard and tempered in fire. His dark skin bears the remnants of old burns and gang tattoos, scars of a past that never quite leaves him. A thick salt-and- pepper beard and shaved head add to his quiet but powerful presence. He wears a patched-up mechanic’s jumpsuit with the sleeves torn off, exposing arms thick enough to bend metal. His deep, rumbling voice is steady and reassuring—until it isn’t. He’s the kind of man you want watching your back, but never standing against you.
Mad Maxine is a five-foot-three storm of chaos, her wiry frame packed with an unrelenting, restless energy.3. Her jet-black hair, streaked with electric red, is tangled and wild, framing a sharp, angular face and a grin full of gold-capped teeth. One eye is sharp green, the other a cloudy white, an unanswered mystery daring anyone to ask. She wears a shredded leather jacket over scarred arms, her fingerless gloves stained with grease, ash, and something darker. Her machete, Mercy, hangs from her hip, its name a cruel joke. She doesn’t walk—she prowls, always hunting, always hungry.
The Toughs are faceless enforcers, built like brick walls and about as expressive. Scarred knuckles, thick necks, and cold, dead stares—they don’t speak unless necessary, and even then, it’s usually with their fists. Dressed in patched-up armor, scavenged from whatever poor souls crossed them before, they move as a unit, shadows of their boss’s will. They may not be the smartest, but they don’t have to be. They just follow orders, and orders usually mean pain.
The Woman carries the exhaustion of a thousand sleepless nights in her hollow eyes, her thin frame wrapped in layers of patched-up clothing more suited for survival than comfort. Her face, once soft, is now lined with desperation, but there's still fire in her gaze, a stubbornness that hasn't been broken yet. Her two children cling to her, wide-eyed and silent, their small faces streaked with dirt. She stands with the posture of someone who has begged before, who has learned to keep pride and survival balanced on the same fragile thread.
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