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Place all Character Sheets here for Dog Fights.

Name:


Age:


Gender


Appearance: (Realistic Image, please)


Crime Committed:


Seniority Level: (Pup, Hound, or Mutt)


Assistantship: (Optional)


Work and Education Period: (Must Choose One of Each)


History: (Brief)


Other: (Optional)
 

Name: Amit Yedidya

Age: 32

Gender: Male

Crime Committed: Terrorism (Biological)


Length Imprisoned: 11 years

Seniority Level: Hound

Assistantship: Courtyard Jr Marshal

Work and Education Period: Laundry | Social Etiquette

History: Amit doesn't talk much about his life, aside from the immense loyalty he has towards his brethren and their cause. Ever since he was thirteen, Amit devoted every breathing moment to devising biological weapons and bombs for his terrorist group Magefah (Plague). He rarely stepped foot outside of his little cove, slaving away diligently within his personal lab. Over the years, Magefah bombers had struck several times in the U.S., gaining a horrific name for themselves, but never spreading any viruses of the sort. That was purely reserved for Amit's prized creation.


However, just as he came close to tasting success in developing a devastating strain of Necrotizing Fasciitis (flesh-eating bacteria), the Magefah's hideout was compromised. While his brethren destroyed the base with suicide bombings and took several U.S. casualties in the process, Amit had fled through an underground passage. Unfortunately for him, he was quickly tracked down and taken in.

Other: Amit still has a burning passion for Biology and the Magefah, believing that once he's free of the Hagur-343, he can easily rebuild the group from his smoldering ashes.
 
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NAME: Cybil Tash || NICKNAME: Pandora|| AGE: Twenty-two || GENDER: Female || SEXUALITY: Yes, please || INCARCERATION LENGTH: Sixteen Months || HEIGHT: 5'1" || WEIGHT: 110 ||​

☢ skills ☢​


"AIN'T NO PART OF ME THAT CARES WHAT YOU THINK, DARLIN'"

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|| WEAPONS ||

Primary Skills: Hand-to-Hand combat. Moses taught Pandora a mutated branch of Krav Maga - something she has since continued to invest education in. Her downfall is generally her size, but she's discovered effective methods to beset her weaknesses.

Secondary Skill: Pandora was taught a technique by Moses she refers to as "A Warm Glass of Milk" - a method of rendering a person unconscious via pressure points.

Crime Committed || First Degree Murder

Seniority Level || Pup

Assistantship || None

Work and Education Period || WORK | Laundry || EDUCATION | Painting & Crafts

|| SKILLS ||

She's Your Girl|| Cybil can and will flirt with anything that moves, and there's very little she won't do in that regard, to get the job done.

The Big Kaboom || Along with skills in combat, Cybil has an innate knowledge of mechanics, though on more than one occasion, she has been known to make things explode, instead of fixing them.

Helluva Bite || Cybil is a renowned card shark and has, in the past, gotten out of many a jam with a well played hand.

☢ appearance ☢​


"GO AHEAD AND STARE..."​
A typical wild child, Cybil isn't one for conformity, apparent in her vibrant orange hair, heavy make up and provocative wardrobe. Her skin, pale as a sheet and without blemish is the canvas for many tattoos, all of which bear a level of profound meaning.

Cybil is on the shorter side, and thin, but with prominent curves and toned musculature, neither of which she's particularly shy about flaunting. Her greatest features remains her eyes, deep blue and almond shaped, round and wide, set beneath highly arched brows and long, dark lashes, and her lips, full and heavily bowed, generally painted a rich shade of red or orange.


☢ biography ☢​


"...NEVER MET A RULE I DIDN'T BREAK."

If trouble had a name, it would be Cybil Tash. Born in LA, the only daughter to a well-known smuggler, she discovered at a young age a certain proclivity, as well as proficiency, for breaking the rules. Her penchant for getting into fights, partnered with the dangers of her father's career, drove Cybil, at a young age, to explore avenues of self defense. She trained under a man named Moses, who taught her several methods of hand-to-hand and close-quarter combat. Moses was also able to teach Cybil something entirely new and unexpected... a sense of purpose and self respect.

When she turned fifteen, Cybil's father was killed in a disagreement with a fellow smuggler. Cybil was forced to find a way to survive on her own and made do the best she could, even if it wasn't always by the most legal of means. As she grew, while she never made much of an attempt to behave herself, Moses did eventually introduce her to a more suitable outlet for her energy than petty law breaking... Bounty hunting. When she was twenty, Cybil came across a bounty too big for her to handle, and outsmarted, she was nearly taken down by the man. For six weeks, she was held captive, tormented physically and mentally, until she was able to put to use what Moses taught her, and catching the man off guard, subdued, then killed him. To her detriment, the man turned out to be quite a well-known political figure, and Cybil was pursued for his death. Upon her capture, she was prosecuted to the full extent of the law and sentenced to life of 343.

Other | Despite a somewhat cavalier lifestyle, Cybil possessed a knack for tinkering with mechanics- something she'd dabbled in from the time she could comprehend the science of it. Her penchant for making things that explode, however, earned her the nickname Pandora, a name she's gone by since she took up arms as a bounty hunter.



 

Name: Farhanah "Hana" Kesse

Age: 43

Gender: Female

Crime Committed: Voluntary Manslaughter


Length Imprisoned: 25 years

Seniority Level: Mutt

Assistantship: Group Reflection Leader

Work and Education Period: Sanitation| English & Journalism

History: Hana lived a fairly normal life. Her parents immigrated into the U.S. from Ghana when she was child, no younger than six years old, to start a new life in hopes of prosperity for generations of the Kesse's to come. Hana's parents had her entire life planned out, from the outfit she would wear each day to the week to the man she would marry once she turned eighteen. And that was not an exaggeration in the least. Her groom to be was named Jabi Zimbawa, a tall, dark and handsome man exceeding her age by a decade at the very least. He instantly charmed his parents with his manners and bright future as a trauma surgeon, and couldn't wait to have Hana's hand in marriage. However, Hana harbored heavy protests; she didn't click with the man at all and any chances of romantic chemistry flourishing was squandered by her closeted sexuality.


Regardless, it was unheard of to disobey her parents, so she agreed to marry Jabi. The wedding was to be held immediately. And yet, the night before the event, she was horrified to learn of Jabi's true nature--violent, oppressive, gleeful at the prospect of controlling her every breath once the ceremony would come to a close. By the end of it all, he promised her a life of domestic enslavement and bountiful children. Hana had taken the revelation in a sickening mixture of silence and latent devastation. In a way, she wasn't surprised. She was always controlled beforehand, it was fitting to spent the rest of her days in similar fashion.

That was until she snapped on their honeymoon.

They had cake and it was delicious, but all Hana could think about was the knife resting to her left. It all happened rather quickly, but she remembered the event vividly. Detail for detail. Jabi's corpse laid face down in their bed, satin sheets stained by a massive pool of crimson, and bruises riddled Hana's arms and torso. She didn't regret a single thing, not even as she turned herself in to the authorities.

Other: N/A
 
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Name: Abraham “Twitch” Gerald
Age: 29
Time Committed: 10 years
Gender: Male
Height: 6’1”
Weight: 189 lbs


Crime Committed: Grand Theft, Murder
Seniority Level: Hound
Assistantship: N/A
Work and Education Period: Corpse Dispensary || Social Etiquette


[FONT=Marcellus, serif]History: Abraham grew up in a surprising life of lavish. His parents were renowned business tycoons, living in a expensive London house. To the rest of the world, they were a picture perfect family, all except for Abraham. Unable to sit still, disruptive, and constantly lifting things from stranger’s pockets, his parents were frankly disgusted with the child they’d created. His parents distaste for him only increased with the introduction of his tic. This only fueled Abraham’s crime filled intentions, never receiving the appropriate help for his disorders and only allowing them to grow.[/FONT]

Now, looking past Abraham’s eccentricities, he has a brilliant mind. A mind built for puzzles and planning and executing. Abraham found a rush in stealing, and that rush only grew the bigger he planned his heists. Abraham quickly became the man to go to get into any locked place, retrieve any locked up thing. If you someone needed to draft a flawless plan, Abraham was that guy. He worked with many criminals, big and small, and he had a proven success rate. Twitch was quite popular, all up until his final heist.

Perhaps he got a little too cocky, but it was all or nothing at this point. His pursuit for the royal jewels required a team of the highest caliber, one that Twitch handpicked, but Abraham never expected to be so cruelly betrayed by his inside man. Suddenly Abraham found himself bleeding to death because his infiltrator decided he wanted the jewels all to himself. Maybe if Abraham had limped away, instead of strangling the lifeout of his companion, he would have avoided his fate in Hagur-343.

Other: Famed for his twitch, Abraham is fairly well known around the Hagur-343. He has a chronic motor tic disorder, which developed in his late teens and never went away. Abraham also has kleptomania and ADHD.
 
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NAME: Luca Vargas || NICKNAME: Lucky|| AGE: Twenty-Four || GENDER: Male || SEXUALITY: Hetero || INCARCERATION LENGTH: Nine years || HEIGHT: 6'2" || WEIGHT: 185lbs. ||​

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"WE FIGHT BECAUSE AIN'T NO ONE GONNA DO IT FOR US.'"

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|| WEAPONS ||

Primary Skills: Luca is a skilled fighter - though in no particular style. He generally follows an aggressive stance, more offensive than defensive. His skills also include the use of knives and firearms, though he's hesitant to use either in a fight.

Secondary Skill: Luca knows more than a thing or two about the construction of an automobile, and could probably put one together in his sleep.

Crime Committed || Grand theft auto, Assault and battery, Attempted Vehicular Homicide, Resisting Arrest

Seniority Level || Pup

Assistantship || None

Work and Education Period || WORK | Cargo Lading || EDUCATION | Math & Science

|| SKILLS ||

Gotta Catch me First || Luca is quick on his feet, as well as with words. He's known to outlast men twice his size in a fight, simply by outlasting their stamina.

I Got Yo Back || Luca's trustworthy appearance and habit of keeping his word make him a strategic ally in the arena and outside of it.

Expect the Unexpected || Luca has a few talents under his belt that are generally unexpected, given his history - namely musically related.

☢ appearance ☢​


"MOMMA DID A'IGHT"​

Luca is an attractive young man, with dark hair and darker eyes, and pale skin dappled by deep freckles. Tall and narrow, he's nevertheless built to withstand the environment he's been placed in. He generally has some form of facial hair, but keeps the hair on his head on the shorter side. On his arm, he has a fairly sizeable tattoo - one he's had since before imprisonment - and several scars across his body from fights in and outside of the arena.


☢ biography ☢​


"LIVE THE LIFE YOUR GIVEN."


Luca was born on the hard, cold streets of Little Havana, Miami. Thrust into the life of crime before he'd mastered basic English, Luca spent the first ten years of his life learning how to hotwire, gut and scrap-sell cars ripped from gated communities. By twelve, Luca had been inducted into his brother's street gang, Las Diez Manos. For the next several years, between car theft and illegal racing, Luc cut an impression into the Miami Dade's finest, but was never caught, adopting him the nickname Lucky by his fellow gang members.

When he was fifteen, Luca's brother got into a fight with a rival gang member and was stabbed. Several hours later, he died from his wounds, and Luca, blinded by his rage, took one of the stolen cars, a 2750 Ferrari Phantom, and drove it through the wall of the rival gang's hideout. Unfortunately for Luc, he missed his intended target, and the police arrived shortly thereafter.

He gave them a hell of a chase, but in the end, his injuries from the crash got the best of him and he was apprehended. His sentence was quick and ruthless, and shortly there after, he was spirited away to the 343.

Other: Luca is bilingual, has a significant knowledge of automotive engineering, and has been known on more than one occasion to be something of a Good Samaritan, going so far as to getting himself put in the Cage to protect a Pup.


 
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Name: River Ramirez
Age: 19
Time Incarcerated: Two weeks
Gender: Male
Height: 5’10”
Weight: 140lbs

Crime Committed: Murder / Corpse Mutilation / Torture / Kidnapping
Seniority Level: Pup
Assistantship: Therapist’s Secretary
Work and Education Period: Laundry || Painting & Crafts

History: River was always a very shy boy. Growing up in a tiny one bedroom apartment in the slums of Chicago, he was surrounded by crime his whole life. His mother, a drug dealer and user, barely had any part in his upbringing. His father had spawned god knows how many of River’s half siblings, involved in petty crime, drugs and gangs. But whatever crimes befell the rest of River’s lineage were nothing in comparison to his brother.

Dante Ramirez had been wrong from the start. Something in his eyes even scared the baddest of men, the toughest of leaders. With his parents out of the picture and River his full blooded sibling, Dante took River under his wing. He was something of a little brother to the cartel his brother held high ranking in, and they all protected him fiercely. It was also because of how much they feared Dante, who’d been skinning cats and picking out the claws for as long as River could remember. Dante was the man the cartel asked to twist toenails and squeeze out confessions, and he always went a little too far.

Always went a little too far, until he went farther, and farther, and farther. Getting playful with the detectives who were desperate to put someone away for the gruesome crimes, sweeping girls up off the streets and leaving their limbs across the city. And when River was found standing over the mess his brother had made, he was painted into the quiet psychopath, the shy boy who was raised in a broken home and went off his rocker. And so, the public cheered as River was sent to Hagur-343 and Dante watched.

Other: Fluent in Spanish. Penchant for drawing.
 

Name: Chiko Grannis

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Crime Committed: Kidnapping, Illegal Drug Possession, Car Theft


Length Imprisoned: 10 months

Seniority Level: Pup

Assistantship: N/A

Work and Education Period: Welding | General Math & Science

History: Despite her seemingly pure and sweet disposition, Chiko has been involved in unsavory activities since she was a tiny teen. Growing up in the dirty slums of Detroit and living in a crammed apartment with seven people, she had to blow off steam somehow. Unfortunately, the easiest thing she could get her hands on were drugs, her favorites being heroine, LSD, and marijuana, while sneaking out endless times to crash raves and nightclubs. However, her sneaking streak smacked into a brick wall once her parents finally recalled her existence and confronted her about the dirty syringes hidden beneath her mattress. The conversation did not last long, instead climbing into a full out argument and soon, fists were flying while Chiko struggled to protect herself. None of her siblings reported the incident, as this was a natural occurrence and they feared facing a similar beating if they leaked information to the authorities.


However, Chiko was desperate to flee from home; the only thing holding her back was the youngest sibling of the batch, her little sister. If she left, she feared leaving the little girl completely vulnerable to abuse once she was old enough. Refusing to let that happen, Chiko ran away and took the infant with her, hitting the streets in the dead of night with her parents' car. Chiko was heading for Canada's border, though she stopped several times to obtain drugs and calm her withdrawal, which fed into her ultimate downfall. The car accident happened before Chiko could blink, an eighteen-wheeler ramming into the bumper and running her off the road, rolling down a steep cliff. It was a miracle in itself that both her and her sister survived the ordeal, though the child suffered permanent physical damage.

Chiko woke up in the hospital with authorities prepared to take her away as soon as she was physically able. With the charges of kidnapping and car theft filed by her own parents, endangerment of her sister's safety, and the possession of drugs in the backseat, Chiko knew that her life on Earth was over.

Other: Chiko still struggles with her drug addiction and tries her best to kick the cravings as a way to honor her sister and redeem herself. Unfortunately, she slips every now and then, smuggling in small doses to carry her over for the rest of the week. She's disgusted by her weakness, but slaps on a smile for the sake of it. Besides, showing sorrow on the Hagur-343 was a calling card for bad news and being taken advantage of.
 
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Name: Malcolm Archer

Age: 26

Gender: Male

Crime Committed: Dual Homicide and contamination of a crime scene

Length Imprisoned: 18 months

Seniority Level: Pup

Assistantship: None

Work and Education field: Corpse Dispensary/General Math and Sciences

History: Malcolm was graced with financially stable parents, two loving older siblings, and a warm atmosphere to grow upon. He didn’t embrace it all that well, even as a child, not having a clear grasp on how to compose emotions. He did exhibit empathy, he loved animals and his oldest brother, but had a hard time grasping physical contact and people wishing to know more about him. Even as a child, he found it bizarre that other children would pick and prod at him for personal information. He did not bond well with others, besides those in his own family.

Malcolm would get into a variety of trouble, but was never formally charged for anything. These troubles included minor fires, the sale of alcohol to minors(when he was also a minor), and a few breaking and entering cases. Malcolm would do these activities to try and fire up emotion within him, but it only made his situation more tiring. Malcolm, by the time he was twenty two, would meet a young woman by the name of Georgina. Georgina would, without her knowledge, pull Malcolm from his ways. Malcolm did not know if it was love or attraction he was feeling, but whatever the emotion, he enjoyed it.

Malcolm would propose when he was twenty four, and plan to be married seven months later. During this time Malcolm would fall into his old ways, continuing to sell illegal items and lighting small fires. Malcolm’s happiness would not last, and the day after he was married, he would find Georgina in bed with one of the groomsmen. Malcolm’s vision wouldn’t recover for another three hours, but he claimed that he woke up, found Georgina’s body stabbed over a dozen times, and the groomsman strangled to death with the bed sheet.

It was proven that Malcolm killed the groomsman first, then took his time with his bride as he was able to feel something for the first time in his life. Rage. He would go to contaminate the crime scene, placing pieces of evidence to frame the groomsman and have him hang from the ceiling by the bedsheet. Malcolm would have gotten away with it too, had it not been for the fact he gotten greedy and stolen his wife’s wedding ring to sell it.

Other: While he never drank or consumed his produce, Malcolm would grow addicted to cigarettes and will sell anything to get his hands on it. He also goes by Archer in his prison, being called Malcolm or Mal somewhat irritating
 
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Name: Chloe Wilma Conrad

Age: 28

Gender: Female

Crime Committed: Triple Homicide and mutilation of a corpse, arson

Length Imprisoned: 10 years

Seniority Level: Hound

Assistantship: Teaching Assistant(English)

Work and Education Field: Welding/Painting and Crafts

History: Chloe’s home wasn’t always stable, her mother constantly bringing in new men after Chloe’s father would pass away of illness. She tended to do alright around the home though, making sure her mother was fed, that Chloe herself was well educated, and that whatever man that walked into the home felt welcome. Chloe, by the time she was fifteen, would be graced with a little baby brother, who she loved above all else(and claims to this day that she still does). Chloe’s little brother, Addi, was constantly watched over by her when their mother could not handle the stress of it all.

Chloe’s life would take a turn for the worst by the time she was eighteen, when her mother would bring in the last man into the house. This man was constantly abusive to both Chloe and Addi, but treated their mother with utmost respect. Because of this, their mother would not believe their cries of agony and begging to let him out of the house.

Chloe would snap one day when the man took her down to the basement and gave her a beating he claimed ‘she would never forget’. While down in the basement, Chloe would manage to kill the man by accidentally smashing his head in with a weight. Panicked, Chloe ran to her mother and begged her not to call the police on her. Chloe’s mother, in return, suffered from a heart attack moments after running down to the basement to see the man’s body slumped on the floor. Grieved and unsure of what to do, Chloe, in a state of shock, set the house on fire.

No one is quite sure what happened to Addi, but Chloe claims, out of all the deaths, she is not responsible for what happened to Addi. Addi’s body would never been found, but she would still be convicted of his murder.

Other: The mutilation of a corpse charge came when the police discovered that a particular part of the deceased male was missing, although Chloe claimed not to know what happened to it. Chloe has a horrible stuttering problem and occasional short attention span due to a previous injury. One eye is also slightly glazed over, but she claims her vision is fine.
 
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Name: Bahram John Jones

Age: 35

Gender: Male

Crime Committed: Assault, drug possession, child neglect, theft

Length Imprisoned: 11 years

Seniority Level: Hound

Assistantship: Co-Guidance Counselor

Work and Education Field: Cargo Loading/English and Journalism

History: Barham was born in a quiet town in Northern Ireland, living rather cozily until his mother decided to pluck him away from his father to go live with a man she met in England. Bahram was about nine when this occurred, and much to his surprise, he bonded well with the man his mother met. The man, going by the name of Sean, taught him how to box, take a hit, and most importantly, how to play dirty-and how to catch someone playing dirty. Bahram would find joy in the boxing sport, and by the time he was in high school he'd be well known for it.

Bahram would, by the time he was twenty one, co build an underground ring where spectators would bet on who would win each match. Bahram went into the ring under the name of Spine-Splicer, who would reign supreme for many years. Bahram's success would soon crumble, his partner getting into a variety of drugs and other illegal activities. Bahram would look over his partner's son, until one day he had heard that his partner was in a bit of trouble with his dealers. Bahram had to bring three grand from his partner's home to the meeting place, leaving the son alone in the home for at least six hours.

Bahram would not give the money, but rather assault the man who kept his partner hostage. Bahram and his partner would stagger out, before Bahram would be left alone and caught by the police(covered in blood). Bahram had stolen items off the dealers, including rings, cash and more drugs. Bahram would be convicted of child neglect, drug possession with intent to sell, first degree assault, and theft of other valuable items. Bahram didn't mind being sent to prison, and rather enjoys the aspect of fighting for his freedom. Besides, the prison gives him time alone to think

Other: Bahram has multiple tattoos, including broken angel wings on his arm. He is well suited to boxing, stitching, and knows how to patch up wounds pretty decently.
 
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NAME: Wicker Simonova || NICKNAME: Wick|| AGE: Nineteen || GENDER: Female || SEXUALITY: Hetero || INCARCERATION LENGTH: Six months|| HEIGHT: 5'8" || WEIGHT: 115lbs. ||​

☢ skills ☢​


"WE'RE ALL BAD GUYS HERE.'"


|| WEAPONS ||

Primary Skills || Wick's top skills are largely her ability to think on her feet, and ironically enough, her mental instability, which leaves her with very little conscious thought to her actions.

Secondary Skill || Wick is a gifted 'reader' of people. Having been burned in the past, she's learned how to read traits and body language to determine a person's motives and even, occasionally, their intended actions beforehand.

Crime Committed || Premeditated first degree murder, Arson

Seniority Level || Pup

Assistantship || None

Work and Education Period || WORK | Laundry || EDUCATION | English & Journalism

|| SKILLS ||

Doe Eyes Though || Wick knows when to turn on the innocent act, and has on more than one occasion given a person pause in the arena, using her wide-eyed youthfulness.

Batcrap Crazy Isn't all Bad || Wick has nearly no conscience, when it comes to what she does in the arena or on the outside.

☢ appearance ☢​


"I WANT THEM JUST LIKE HERS..."​

Wicker is tall, by wiry - thin from too many years of malnutrition and lack of sunlight and exercise. Dark hair hangs in waves, with thick bangs that cover her brows, and her eyes, enormous, as a bright, pale blue. Despite being a full grown adult, Wicker appears far younger than she is, and this is something she had, on occasion, put to good use. The bangs she wears are a recent change, largely inspired by her victim's wife...


☢ biography ☢​


"ALL HE HAD TO DO WAS LOVE ME.."


Wicker Simonova has no recollection of her childhood. Confined to a home with thirteen brothers and sisters, she spent a great deal of her life under the thumb of an oppressive father and mother. Starved for affection, Wicker began a dangerous dance at a young age with an older neighbor, but when their affair was discovered, Wicker's father forced her to end the relationship, mercilessly beat Wicker and locked her in the basement for two weeks. Eventually, when it was discovered by their government that Wicker's parents were spies, selling secrets to the enemy, they were executed and the children handed over to the government.

Wicker escaped captivity and after pooling money any way possible, she returned to her childhood home, determined to find her lost love. When she discovered that he was married, however, something within Wicker snapped and without hesitation, she returned later that night with her father’s gun and shot the man and his wife, before she burned their house to the ground. She was found sitting outside the ruined structure, picking dirt from her nails.

It was determined that Wicker was sane enough to stand trial, and shortly thereafter she was sentenced to life on 343.

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Name: April Lauren Shaw

Age: 36

Time Served: Seventeen years

Gender: Female



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Crime Committed and Time Served: First Degree Murder(25 year sentence), kidnapping(five year sentence), resisting arrest(some time with an officer


Seniority Level: Hound


Assistantship: None


Work and Education Period: Cargo Loading, General Math and Sciences


History: April was born in a simple family, with simple parents and simple siblings with simple ideals. April detested their mundane ways, despite the love and affection she would be granted. April had never been diagnosed as a child, but she firmly believes she has a form of sociopathy, and unshakable pride began to form from that belief. She desired an excitement, gratification, and utmost respect from her family and peers. She did nothing to deserve such sentiment and would flunk out of high school at the age of sixteen. During this period, she ran off from home and met a twenty two year old college student who picked her up during her hitchhiking expeditions. Initially, the man’s plan was to kidnap April Shaw, to take her to his home, and to kill her. However, the two clicked, and with a snap of fate’s cruel fingers, the man took April home and decided to let her stay awhile. His name was Victor Lockheed, a man who had been released from prison a year prior for the sexual assault of a fellow college student. The charges had been dropped, and thus, Victor had served almost no time. Together, Victor and April would begin their lives with a bang.

It took less than a year for April to slither into his life, and it wasn’t Victor who suggested what came next. For the next two years, April and Victor took ten souls in their small apartment. April would not confess to any of the assaults made on the women, but it was discovered there was evidence that Victor was the one who assaulted them. In fact, April and Victor would only be accused and prosecuted over one murder. April had lured her neighborhood friend to the house, where she and Victor killed her. April claimed it was by accident, that her friend Evie had gotten drunk and fallen down the stairs. There was evidence of assault, as well as stab wounds. April and Victor would be convicted together and sent to Hagur together. April plotted and waited for nearly fifteen years before going into the Dog Fights. How she won, she doesn’t like to say, but she gave her years to Victor. He is currently free, while April is serving at least ten more years. She believes he will come for her, and receives items in the Cargo Hold from him.


Other: Victor committed none of the murders. April claims that he was the manipulative one in the relationship, but she was the one fully in control.
 
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Name: Antonina “Nina” Cutov
Age: 34
Gender: Female
Appearance: Nina is quite a beautiful sight, and she is well aware. Standing at an intimidating 5'11", with impossibly luxurious long brown locks, Nina has a very commanding presence, one she uses to her advantage. Her eyes are a deep, hypnotic blue and she sports a lustful, curvaceous figure. Cherry red lips accompany a sharp jawline, and the only noticeable imperfection is a pink scar on her collarbone running down to her shoulder.
Crime Committed: Fraud, Embezzlement, Extortion, Money Laundering,
Seniority Level: Hound
Assistantship: N/A
Work and Education Period: Laundry, Communication Skills

History: Born the youngest daughter of a Mafia family in Romania, little Nina knew if she was ever going to get somewhere, she needed to play her cards right. From a young age Nina was using her puppy dog eyes and long lashes to get whatever she wanted from her father and his cohorts, and this method of doing things stuck with her throughout her entire life. She was the youngest daughter, always belittled and doted upon and shoved to the side because they thought she was incapable. Her older brother Dmitri was in line for the throne, and Nina just didn’t like that one bit.

Her father had acquired a casino after some dirty work and was going to give it to Dmitri to run as a base of operations. Despite proving herself far worthier countless times, they still refused to give her the power she deserved. Nina did what she had too, murdering her own brother in cold blood and taking the casino for herself. Things ran smoothly for a long time, smoother than they probably ever would have with her stupid brother on the throne, until someone tipped the feds and had her casino busted.

Prison wasn’t an ideal situation, but she could find a way to put that under her thumb, too...
 
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Name: Ivette (Ivy) Bianchi
Age: Twenty-two
Gender: Female

'Daddy's little girl can do no wrong...? Watch me."

Crime Committed: Soliciting a Police Officer, drug possession
Seniority Level: Pup (three weeks)

Assistantship: None
Work and Education Period: Cargo Loading/Social Etiquette

History: Raised in a gated community, afforded the best care and schooling and allowed no want or need unmet, Ivy's upbringing was not one that generally constituted a life of crime. Handed everything she wanted and more, Ivy quickly learned that love was bought and a tantrum or even the threat of one could make life considerably easier. By the time her parents realized just the sort of person Ivy was becoming, it was far too late to correct the problem, and their busy lives hardly made this any more convenient. Unfortunately for them, their best efforts, in the best therapists, tutors and coddling money could buy, were met with resistance, and it unleashed an ugliness in the young woman that would spread into a virulent rebellious streak, leading her down a path best avoided.

By eighteen, Ivy had all but abolished their hopes and dreams of another Bianchi marvel, and she had become the black sheep - a scar on her father's near perfect record. So when she was cut off from the family and left to survive on her own, it was little surprise Ivy fell further. Ironically, it never occurred to Ivy's parents that what they were seeing was a cry for help - and eventually, that cry turned into a wail... then a claxon. When Ivy was finally arrested for solicitation and drug possession (an intentional and well publicized incident) she expected her point would finally be made...

She did not expect for her family to abandon her to the court's judgement, nor to find herself on her way to the prison ship Hagur...

Other: The Bianchi name has been highly esteemed in the world of politics. Every male member of the Bianchi family has had his foot in the door politically or possessed to some degree a high social standing since the late 1800s.
 
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