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[layne, semi-hiatus.]

[Xwft]

Characters:

Name: Khalid John Asuno
Gang: Crazy Eights
Rank: Second in command & One of the most capable hitmen/assassins.
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Finished and open for any form of Rp

Name: Tracer Cress Donitrain
Gang: Angles Of Oblivion but also helps with the Crazy Eights
Rank: capable Medic & Figurative Mother
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Finished and open for any form of Rp

[Xwft]

Name: Khalid John Asuno
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Gang: Crazy Eights
Rank: Second in command & One of the most capable hitmen/assassins.
Age: 23
Gender: Male


Note I don’t usually face claim cause I can never find a pic exactly right for my children but in this case I found someone who is perfect Love my Richard Harmon. Also note don’t be often Murphy lovers of I don’t 100% stick to his actual looks i like to take creative liberty.

Face Claim:
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1)https://cdn1.thr.com/sites/default/fi...
This is his usual face the look that he gives most people on most days with no real exceptions. That bored are you serious look that is sometimes go darker and more sinister or is over taken but a sly grin if things go his way. Which the mostly dose.


2)http://www4.pictures.zimbio.com/mp/wj...
3)https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedi...
I am paring these together because they are both very similar. Khalid's look of force smile but death threat in his eyes.


4)https://pbs.twimg.com/media/ChoNQthXI...
Surprisingly Khalid does have a good side. A side that smiles and has fun. A softer side that actually cares. Though not many see and no one brings out easy. Wheather that’s for better or worse it’s debatable.
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Khalid despite everything often has his hair slicked back keeping it well out of eyes but not caring if a hair springs losse witch it often does by the end of the day. Does it matter him, not in the slightest and if someone has a problem with it so be it. That’s just the life of living in a gang you don’t always look picture perfect especially with Khalid who does the more…. Dirty work in the crazy eights. As for the colour of his hair it’s chocolate brown with lighter streaks of lighter brown cutting through it giving it almost a warm glow. If everything else about him didn’t say he would end you. His hair hangs just above his ears it often being shorter at the sides as he lets the top grow out longer. Further convincing of his cold heart Kahilds eyes are a stormy blue green grey mix. Like the ocean on a dark stormy day just adding to the darkness of his glares. His eyes are just another mask of ice and stone. One he wears with perfect precision with his lack of caring unwavering. His have the uncanny ability to almost see past people and see into all their deepest secrets. Knowing exactly what to say to agitate them and get the best reaction from them. In a way his eyes are very unnerving and not just because of his glasses. They way they show lack of emotion, as if there is nothing inside but a hollow shell. Yet all this is Khalid defending himself for a best even he himself doesn't know exist. There has been times, very few and far between, that his eyes have lightened. That they have actually seemed more happy. His eyes smiling when his mouth fails to do so. Though when asked about it Khalid will repeatedly deny it saying they are insane for thinking that of him.

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Khalid is of about medium build and fairly slim. With every movement you have see his muscles ripple under the pale skin, laying dormant but ready to spring and launch an attack whenever. Years of merciless hard training give him that. A strength many underestimate when seeing him. Thinking he is more bark than bite. Boy are they wrong. Khalid often looks relaxed, and almost smug uncaring looking on his face. Sometimes even in a way to confident way. He knows his rank within the gang and knows no one will dare do anything to him being they know the consequences, they know Khalid holes no mercy.. Yet despite his relaxed, not giving a care demeanor Khalids body is always ready. Aching to spring, even when walking though his own gang. Even though Khalid gets a lot of sun his skin just stays pale more likely to burn the brown, his skin staying completely unmarked but freckles and anything really. Though Khalid often wears longer sleeved things very rarely showing his shoulders. He often sticks with dusty jeans or something simple to move in with sturdy shoes that are often worn slightly. As for everything else Kahlid gently sticks to normal tops, sometimes vote to go with plaid tops to change it up a bit. Either way they are always in darker colours. Black, grey, navy blue, dark green colours that help hide him in dark places and don’t draw much attention. Usually he throws some sort of jacket over top whether it be a plain hoodie or his black leather jacket it depends on season and what he plans on doing for the day.

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Khalid has a few distinct markings or things like that. One of them being the dragon tattoo marking his right shoulder blade. There was no real reason Khalid got this tattoo other then just cause. He saw it, thought it looked cool and decided it was his. He got it after joining the crazy eights feeling like he needed something to put him apart from the rest. Something that made him seem less like a weak kid and more like an assassin from Crazy eights. So he got this, quite likes it and that’s that. Thanks to his choice of outfit most don’t see the delicate ink lines dawning his back but it’s there for those rare times he’s topless or in a singlet.
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Now unlike his other one this tattoo Khalid got was for a reason. One he won't tell anyone because of how much sentimental stuff it holds. Up the inside of his left collar bone is a string of three little birds. They are little and all coloured in black to it’s hard to tell the exact bird they are but Khalid knows all to well. A Dove. A Hawk. A Fantail. One for each of his losses. Dove for his mum. Hawk for his father. Fantail for his baby brother. The reason Khalid marked himself with their lost lives was so he didn’t forget. Khalid terrified himself one day when almost forgetting about them. He forgot he once had a younger brother, forgot what his parents were like and is scared him. So he got himself those tattoos. Three little birds flying up his collarbone as if the lost lives have finally been set free.
Where the trail of birds end sits a lone maple leaf the soft red of its leave sitting out brightly against the side of his neck. This is there for a different reason then the birds but there is no mistake why it’s there and why it’s a maple leaf. The maple leaf is a show of a new life he has found, his mentor. The old second in command who so promise in him and took a chance in the weak broken and beaten boy. He deliberately placed it on the end of the line of birds. At the end of death comes a new life that’s why the leaf comes after the birds. Not all death means the end of the world. His mentor gone now, where Khalid has no idea but he couldn’t bring himself to add another bird. So he kept the maple leaf keeping it as a symbol for the new life and love he found.

Along with his ink markings Khalid has a few that he didn’t chose to get. Scars. Most are faded and faint from all those years back when he was tortured by the low life thugs. At least a week of pure torture cause he didn’t have answers to their questions of course he had some scars from that. They are one of the few reason he wears long sleeves to hide the jagged lines and imperfections. The lines that show of a hunted past. Jagged lines circle around in upper arms made from knives and hot rods. Matching that are pale lines down by his lower back and some around his thighs. The are semi fade the wounds not being to deep, they didn’t want to kill him, but enough to scar him, to remind him. And he’s always reminded and every day she swears revenge on those who hurt him. Those who tortured him for over a week for information he didn't even have. Those who let him be tortured and didn’t feel and damn thing about it. He also has quite an impressive hole in his abdomen from a bullet. However that was purely his fault on a little assassination mission that didn’t exactly go to plan. That is the one and only scar he will laugh about, if he knew how, being that was his own dumb fault and did kinda deserve that. Yet once again part of Khalid no one sees. Along with all his scars and the dragon Tattoo. The one on his collarbone, despite being the most sentimental, is the one people often seen. (hide spoiler)]

[Xwft]

Khalid part 2
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To put in bluntly Khalid has no mercy. He’s not so much self centered as he is willing to do whatever it takes for him to gain something even at the expense of others. He doesn’t care for others, has learnt what happens when his heart rules over his head and it never turns out for the better. So, despite climbing to the rank of second in command, Khalid is very cold hearted never playing favorites and doing what he thinks is more beneficial. He knows he’s second in command and he flaunts that title, doing all the things the role requires but no in the usual way people would. When people ask him things he will give them an answer. Whether it was one they were looking for or not is debatable it mostly depends what mood he is in. Along with his lack of caring Khalid has a sharp mouth and a silver tongue, witty and harsh comments coming easy to him often being said before they are filtered. Only problem is his words favour no one, not even himself. If matters call for it he will put himself down if it makes a point or gets someone to stop pestering him. They also don't favour any one even if they are stronger or of higher ranks then him. Which can get him into trouble but with his status amongst the crazy eight no one dares act around him.They know of his short temper and know full well not to get on the bad side of it. If he won't just punish them with words he will use whatever means to get his revenge even if it involves knives.

As probably figured out Khalid is much more brawn than brains. He has no clue how to do any of the hacking stuff the others do. In fact some can say the only brain cells this boy has are the ones he puts into his biter witty comments. Yet he does hold some intelligence just in different areas and in nothing social. Khalid is rather talented in many forms of weapons being able to dual wield if necessary and his battle strategy isn’t all that bad either. Of course Khalid much prefers his daggers and blades more than guns. Though it depends on his victim. If it’s some normal citizen he might just opt for a sniper or something easy and leaving little mess for him to clean. Like a poison or any form of silenced gun. But if it’s anyone else Khalid always goes with knives. He likes seeing the look on peoples faces as he ends them. So he can watch them die and see their pain. The pain he was forced to suffer because they refused to help. Either way you just give him and job and he’ll get it done no matter if you only give him and name or if you give him a full out profil of his target. Khalid is an assassin, a hitman, a killer. He is merciless killer, he favours no one. The blood on his hands means nothing to him. Every life he takes is just another way he gets back at the world for the nightmare they put him though. He is the criminal that the police talk about and he loves it. They deserve to learn what a real criminal is like and Khalid will teach them.

Yet under all this. Under her cold heart, witty talk, vengeful needs, quick anger and merciless killing is a softer side. Why would he have gotten the tattoos he got if he didn’t care. Khalid is broken inside. He had seen things, felt things and done things he regrets with every part of him. Thing he would change even if it cost him his life. The years have beaten him into submission. He had learnt to stop fighting, learnt to stop wishing for a better life. Cause it never comes. As soon as you think it’s getting better it only gets worse Khalid has learnt that the hard way. Learnt to accept the way things are. Learnt to wear a mask for ice and stone to protect the last of what's inside. The last parts of an innocent boy who just wants his family back. Yes he goes about protecting this soft side the wrong way. Taking his anger out on others, taking his pain out on others because he has no idea what else to do with it. He doesn’t stop the chain of pain, he continues it being he never learnt how to stop it. Of course he never lets anyone see this softer side being he considers it a weak point, a broken link in his armour. And that’s what you do with broken links you protect them at all costs. Cause once someone notices and takes advantage of it you die. That’s the last thing that Khalid wants.

Weakness:
Thirst for revenge- Unlike some Khalid as a little to focused on his desire to get back at those who hurt him. Khalid can sometimes get blinded by his need to get back as people and sometimes can end up doing really dumb things just to satisfy his need for revenge

Lack of caring- Khalid doesn’t care about people.Or more like tried to act like he doesn’t care. He also doesn’t care about himself willing to put his own life on the line to prove a point or get what he wants. It’s almost a strength in a way because bribery doesn’t work on him. Though in a way his lack of letting people in is a weakness cause no one can help him when he needs it.

Socialness Khalid fails at social. He can’t talk nicely to people he can’t be inspirational and even his orders as second in command are sometimes to bitter. He can insult or scare someone into doing something yes but that is about all and even doing that can get him in trouble. He yells or back chats the wrong person and he’s done for.

Quick to anger- This is pretty straight forward but say one wrong thing and you unleash all of Khalid rage. Especially if it’s something about his brother or past life. In a way his brother is a weakness to. He will snap at anyone who bring him up and is merciless to those who do.

Strength:
Assassinations- Khalid works in the Crazy eights no duh he can do some serious damage with weapons. He was trained by the second in command and could be considered one of the best assassins in the group. Best thing he is isn’t affected by watching people die. Whether that's good or not is debatable.

Silver tongue- This could also be considered a bad thing but Khalid can back talk anyone and in any situation. Khalid does what he wants and if you have a problem so be it.

Battle strategy- Surprisingly Khalid is decent at this. He can quite easily sort out how to succeed a assassination and most of the time is works. He plans things to the tiniest detail and despite how it looks. He doesn’t run into things like assassinations and if he does he relies on his brute force which gets him surprisingly far.

Likes:

Night- Khalid left at night all those years back. He lived in darkness thrived running under the noses of those around him. Darkness his is cloke, his weapon to use and he does often performing his assassinations at night where getting in and out is easier.

Children- Khalid never admits it. EVER. But he has a soft spot for the younger ones like his brother. Often he doesn’t let it be seen but he never kills children and will always favour those kids of whose parents he kills. He takes care of the younger ones in the crazy eights only while people aren’t looking. But he cares for them, in a way thinking of them as the brother he lost all those years ago.

Watching those who let him suffer die- Call him sick but he really does. He loves watching those who let him suffer suffer themselves and might even go out his way to make sure he see. To make sure they get a slow death like he would have if the crazy eights didn’t save them.

Simple foods- Khalid has always like the simple things. He grew up eating carrots and ham for dinner so he prefers things that are simple. Gourmet things never really made sense to him. Why buy something so little for expensive. It’s pointless to him.

Coffee- Coffee back now! There is nothing like a bitter sweet drink to wake you up in the morning.

Dislikes:
Annoying people- This basically sums itself up. Don’t annoy Khalid he had a very short temper and has enough unspent angre he can easily use up.

People that pry into his business- Again pretty straight forward don’t ask him about his life and listen to him when he says to leave or he will stab you. DOn’t continuously pry Khalid has a sort temperiment fuse when it comes to his past and anything to do with him and his business.

Law- He will kill them. All of them with no regrets.

The words “it will be ok”- The last words his parents said to him before he left and got torture. The last words he said to his brother right before he died. Those words lie and he hates them. Thing bring back painful memories. You wont face is anger when saying this. No you’ll see a glimpse of his broken side but that’s the last thing you’ll see.

Fears:

Caring- Everyone Khalid loved died. Everything Khalid cared for was broken and destroyed. He hides behind his mask cause he is scared to let someone in. Sacred that is he lets them in they will die to and he can’t bare to face that reality again. He won't be able to deal with another loved one dying. If everything he cares for die then why not just stop caring. Then everyone will be safe.

His dreams- darkness his is friend but his dreams are not. He had woken so many times with tear stained cheeks. Has been shaken awake with people saying he was screaming. Khalid is mostly over that now, he rarely screams but he will cries. He keeps seeing his brother face. Keep watching him die, watching his parents be tortured in his place. Watching them all die for something they didn’t do and… it breaks him. He can only just live with knowing what happened he does not need to see it again.

Family:
Mum- Mariko Asuno Fate Unknown
Dad- Christopher Asuno Fate Unknown
Younger brother- Murphy Asuno deceased

Relationship status:
Khalid is a broken boy no matter how he denies it. He is scared to care unwilling to see another loved one die and thinking if he just stops caring the world will be safe from his curse. Yet what Khalid really needs is someone to care for him. Someone to pick up the broken bits of a boy and put them back together. To melt his heart of ice and break his wall of stone. He will deny it and push them away for as long as he can before he shatters. After it all he will become overly protective to the point of to much but all of it’s because he doesn’t want them to die. Though he will care for them. As long as they can get past his bitter personality they will see the shattered boy.

Theme song: Beth Crowley- Red

quotes:

I don’t scare easily

They say fight honorably. I say fight to win

We do what we have to do to survive

You don’t have to like it. You just have to do it


You want it done in 30 mins. I’ll get it done in fifteen.
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[Xwft]

Khalid's history. Warning it's long as heck
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____________________________History___________________________

He was born into a great family

Surprisingly Khalid had a good life. He had parents who loved him and a five year younger brother Murphy who looked up to him. They weren’t rich. In fact the lived in a tiny house with two bedrooms, a tiny bathroom, a hardly filled fridge, and a lounge that didn’t even have a T.V. Yet they were happy as they were. Unlike some families the found enjoyment in small things and actually talked to one another. Most nights they would go down to a park or river and stay there for hours just watching the stars or even going for swims in the summer. Then, after they were done and it got to cold or Khalid and his younger brother got to tired they would walk back home Khalid being carried by his dad his younger brother being snuggled up in their mother's arms. This was his life for many years, for at least nine. He went to a normal school, had friends, went to their houses and lived the life of a normal kid. Even then they didn’t stop their night walks. As Khalid got older he started to be the one to carry his baby brother the bond between the two brothers being unbreakable. Khalid was happy. He was a normal boy with a normal life and he loved it. He wouldn’t change it for the world. And now he would go back to it even if it cost him the world.

How did someone with a happy family turn into such a jerk?

It all went down hill at Khalids age of ten. His brother, now only five years old, fell sick. For the start they just waved it off as a mere cold. However they quickly figured out they were so very wrong. Kahlids younger brother started sleeping more failing at replying to their prompts to get him to move. Khalid’s worry slowly increased as the days went on and the childish light faded from his brothers eyes. He stopped eating and started flinching at every noise no matter how small. When he started vomiting they knew this was more than a mere cold and something had to be done. Khalid held his baby brother thought the whole thing. Carrying his limp sleepy brother into the appointment room that cost them half their savings to get. He held his brothers hand through all the tests whispering words of encouragement like they did in all those books. After the tests were done Khalid was kicked out like a weak boy. He waited outside listening against the door refusing to leave his brother for a second. He heard muffled voices from inside his worry climbing suffocatingly higher every second that passed. Then everything shattered at the sound of his mother's broken sobs. Khalid couldn’t just wait. He burst into the room demanding to know what way wrong with his baby brother. Slowly his parents explained how Murphy had meningitis. What it was and how it affected him. With that his father picked Khalid up and took him out the room once again with a sorrow filled look. Khalid screamed at this point refusing to leave his baby brother in his time of need but his father held tight. He explained they were just going for a walk, that they were going to just clear their heads, the come right back. He even said that Murphy would be fine the lie rolling sweetly off his father tongue. However young Khalid bought it, promising his baby brother he would come right back then following after his father as the walked thought town. They only walked for a bit before stopping at a dairy. His father said to pick any one thing, anything he wanted. So Khalid did, picking a simple ice block. He had always been a boy of simple tastes. Then they left again walking back though the all to silent streets. Khalid followed his dad to the park the usually went to at night. Khalid's dad sat him down on a bench and said the most painful four words “Your brother might die.” Khalid just stared in disbelief feeling is world shatter as his father went one saying they didn’t have enough money for treatment. Khalid just fell silent looking at the half eaten ice block in hand. The first trigger to building his wall of ice and stone. Slowly rage built up in him, the only rage he had felt in years. Why would his parents waste money on a mere block of ice when his brother was dying! Noticing the change in his demeanor Khalid's dad put a hand on his son's shoulder but Khalid just shrugged it off screaming those fateful words. I HATE YOU. before throwing his ice block to the ground and running off tears trailing down his cheeks as he went.


He left him, alone and broken

Khalid did come home a few hours later unable to just vanish on his baby brother. Tears staining his cheeks his body shivering from the cold. He was welcomed by hugs and kisses his parents saying that they were sorry, that everything would be ok. When he asked after his brother they said he was sleeping. Said that he should sleep himself yet when he agreed they lead him into their rooming saying he could sleep in there. Khalid did so without complaint, letting them tuck him in and say goodnight yet he couldn’t help but notice the way they deliberately separated him from his brother. An action Khalid would not allow. They had tried to sound happy but he heard the underlying tone of pain. So almost as soon as they left Khalid got up and went to this brother. His limp body lay wrapped in blankets yet he was still shivering even in his sleep. Feeling his heart break Khalid crept towards his brother cuddling up beside him like only a brother could do. “It will be ok Murphy.” Khalid whispered before lying at his younger brother side the whole night. That’s exactly how things went for another four days his parents learning to stop fighting him. Every spare moment Khalid was next to his baby brother watching as his condition slowly deteriorated until he didn’t even greeting Khalid when he came in to the room. Until almost every part of Khalid's heart had broken. He stopped going to school ignored all his friends and just sat tears stained and broken in his brothers room. It was on the fifth day, the fateful day of death, that his parents took action. It was getting late and Murphy hadn’t woken for two days and hadn’t eaten for three. His breaths were coming in rasps and even Khalid’s soft words did nothing. So telling Khalid to look after his brother, said they wouldn’t be long before leaving the house. Khalid, not even moving, sat next to his brothers bed just watching the shallow rise and all of his chest. He was covered in a angry red rash yet he looked so pale. Sweat lined his small forehead and he shivered badby despite all the blankets being on him. It was then his brother woke for the last time. His eyes fluttered open meeting Khalids. His voice was weak yet Khalid heard every word. “I’m scared brother, I don’t wanna go.” Khalid heart shattered then and there being replaced but ice and stone. He got up silently lying down beside his baby brother who snuggled up in his arms. “It’s ok Murphy, it’s ok you’ll be ok.” he muttered softly holding his brother close humming a soft song to comfort him. Comfort him as his breaths slowly faded away. As his eyes glazed over no longer seeing. As his heart gave one more beat before succumbing to the sickness. As he died, right there in Khalid's arms.

He fought he ran, yet he still fell

It was dark when Khalids parents returned home ten minutes later to find a sobbing boy holding his baby brother corpse. And they didn’t even return with anything. All they brought were the red and blue lights that followed only seconds after the return. Khalid was told to wait inside. Told the lying words of everything will be ok. Low and behold things were not all ok. So Khalid lay in the room silent and holding his brothers slowly cooling body. Seconds later they came in. Tasers raised and point right at him demanding he leave. Khalid screamed as they came to him and pulled him away form his brother. He fought like a wild animal screaming like his life depended on it. It took two of them to drag him outside where is parents stood hands cuffed in the slowly falling droplets of rain. They came to him. Once again said it was going to be all ok. Saying they were wrongly accused and that everything would be sorted out once the police realised. Promising they did nothing but the police needed someone to blame and they couldn’t find the real criminals. Though this time Khalid didn’t believe them. Everything will be ok meant nothing will be ok. He asked, pleaded to know what was going on and all they said was it’s ok. In fact, those were the last things that they said to him. As the police dragged him away from his parents trying to put cuffs on him to, Khalid stopped being the good little boy. That good little boy had died as he watched his baby brother die. He spun around biting one of their arms until he tasted blood. He elbowed one in the gut hit a few around the head with a metal pipe before running into the night leaving his brother body behind and his tearful parents. This time he did not return.
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Told you his History was long
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The bittersweet taste of revenge.

Khalid roamed the streets for almost a week managing letting rage and vengeance run him. Let it flow through his veins and guid him. Though he managed to survive quite well on his own stealing from pockets and making deals with those lower life folk. Khalid never lived a privileged life so he knew how to deal with lack of food and cold nights. In fact Khalid started to feel he could rock this style of living maybe even get up a band of other homeless children and rise up against the law. Treat them how they treated him. However this fantasy lasted a week. Khalid was a strong boy who hated the law and did everything he could to go against it or avoid it of course he was considered the best target. He acted to much like a gang member. While he slept they came and took him. He fought but the smacked him around the head and continuing carrying them off. He woke tied up in some underground tunnel with the smell suggest some things Khalid hated to think about. Khalid was so confused. He screamed for answers yet they never replied. He cried and fought his restraints yet nothing happened other than starvation. First they stopped feeding him. Watching as he got weaker. Khalid screamed and begged to know what it was they wanted from him. They didn’t talk, keeping him in isolation with his tears and thoughts for a few days. Left him tied tightly to the post his wrists and legs cut and bleeding from his struggles. Only when he was near dying of starvation did they talk. They Demanded to know all the information he knew on the gangs. Problem was Khalid had no idea what they were on about. He told them this, yelled it at their faces but they didn’t listen. How could a strong boy as him not work with the gangs? So the proceed to more painful mesures. They started with a whip. Slashing his body with a belt leaving bloody marks that gained them no information. Though it gave them a good laugh watching him scream and whimper as crimson rives roll down his bare chest. When he didn’t talk the knives came out leaving deep gorges in his skin. Blood marked every part of him at this point, everything's hurt. Something broke in Khalid then. As they beat him their laughter echoing around him. The iced that replaced his heart became solid the stone casing everything. He stopped caring. He lost himself. The innocent boy he was got lost replaced by a darker version. He stopped screaming for them, stopped begged and pleading. He started taking the hits and cuts bravely meeting their eyes as the carved his skin open. Didn’t even react as crimson waves poured down his body. Slowly the days melted all into one hazy breath. He would wake, be whipped, cut, bled, burnt even one point they ripped his nails off one by one. Yet he faced it all with no screams before his body went unconscious again form the blood loss. This went on for what felt like ages seconds blurring minutes, minutes blurring into hours and hours blurring into days. Yet they never killed him, either they thought he still knew stuff or they just liked watching him him bleed. Either way Khalid lived and Khalid was saved. The cold dirty blade bit into his skin once again prompting a wince but no sound. The thug yelled at him but Khalid didn’t reply just grinned a sick blood grin and hid a cringe as the knife as it dug deeper. That’s the last of what Khalid remembered of that day. The rest happen all to fast. There was the sound of guns, shouts and the guy in front of Khalid feel. Dead. Yet all the bullets missed him. Khalid peered through the smoke kicked up by the guns as ghostly looking shapes appeared. Khalid called out to them but they didn’t respond. In fact Khalid was so focused on them he didn’t notice someone was behind him until they cut his bonds and smashed a stick across his head.

He trained, he worked, and now he’s here

Little did he know he was taken into one of the gangs bases. The gangs he had be tortured to get information about. Khalid woke with a thumping headache in a place he didn’t recognize at all. Yet all his wounds were tended to even the ones that had gotten infected thanks to his unsanitary torturing conditions. Khalid tried to get up, tried to walk out the door got half way before he fell, his blood drained body refusing to carry his weight. Though he was caught. As he feel someone caught him carrying his limp body back towards the bed the soft words of “calm down little fighter” coming from their mouth. Khalid fought trying to escape their grip refusing to go silently. But the fight died as they lay him back down on the soft bed. He peered up at them, no… her, with half lidded eyes confused as to why she had helped him. Then she laughed. A soft sound he hadn’t heard in what felt like years. She said he had survived a great deal and infections still ran through his blood. She said to rest said they had great plans for him and that he would make a great warrior. She answered all the questions Khalid had not even letting him open his mouth before explaining. She told him everything. Apparently he was in crazy eights camp, that she wanted him as her heir. As the next second in command. And that's exactly what she got. As he became stronger his body recovering and the fight returning to his eyes she, the second in command, slowly built Khalid's trusted. Even after he almost killed one of their people and tried to run away. Even after he back talked her leader with a witty tongue he picked up from his weeks of being beaten. Even after she found him crying alone from nightmares and thoughts of his baby brother. Even after everything she stilled trained him. She still treated him like she was his mum, a mum he missed so badly. She taught him the ways of the Crazy eights, teaching him to be a master assassin and how he could get back at those who hurt him. The law who let him be beaten, let them go and watched with middle fingers raised. He let the fire of revenge power him, the fire of needing to prove himself. He didn’t care she was the only one the liked him. He wanted to learn, wanted to kill those who hurt him a wanted…. no needed to watch them die. He vowed that he would end them and he would watch it happen. At first, with his first ever assignments she took him on, it didn’t go well. He came back battered bruised and sometimes even shot. Yet it all paid off. The day his master left was the day he lived up to his title. The day he was promoted to second in command just like she had been. She went on to a mission and never came back yet reports said her target did die and the killer we never found. Khalid didn’t understand. Why had she left him. The last part of Khalid had broken with her death. The wall she began to break fixed itself. That was the only time he had cried after meeting her and that was the last time he has cried since. That’s when Khalid made another vow. He vowed to live up to her years of training and bring his gone mentor justice. He hasn’t lost his sassy tongue which he picked up over all the years. He had built his walls of stone and ice stronger as he refused to lose another loved one. He lead with a iron fist a silver tongue and a deathly gaze. And he still does to this day, still fighting his hunted past alone as a broken shell. And that’s exactly as he wants it to stay.

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Name: Tracer Cress Donitrain

(view spoiler)[ Nicknames: Tracer is also known as Tracy. She doesn’t really care what she’s called by, as long as it isn’t rude, but normally is only referred to as Tracy by her friends or those closer to her.
Age: 19
Gang: Angles of Oblivion.
Gender: Female

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Tracer has long thick dark black hair that falls down a few inches past her shoulders in black inky wave. In certain lighting her hair takes on a more blueish hint shimmering in the sunlight. Surprisingly it’s well kept being quite soft and like pure silk despite her living conditions. As for how she has her hair it’s generally kept in two different ways. When just walking around she keeps her hair out, tucked securely behind her ears showing off her sun browned skin and soft dusting of freckles. But when she’s doing something, like her ‘job’ or climbing something, she pulls it into a rushed scraggly ponytail keeping in there with a piece of polka dot fabric that normally rests around her wrist. For people that know her they can realize when she’s going to do something because she ties her hair up to keep it out her face. Her eyes are a soft chocolate brown that radiate warmth and are basically a window into her thoughts. Her eyes never show ill intent always being calm and soft inviting people to trust her. They crinkle in the corners when she laughs often gaining a playful sparkle in them when provoked.

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Tracer is a small girl. Her years of living homeless means she automatically skinny. She’s not dying but definitely could use some more meat on her bones but that what he gang is slowing doing to her. Though it’s not her slimness that is the small but about her. It’s her height. Tracer only just reaches 5.2 foot the average height of a 14 year old which his a few years under her actual age. However Tracer is proud to be short. Shortness makes it hard to do a few things yes. Like reach high up places or seeming menacing she needs others to help with that and does often yell out to people to help her reach things or give hr boots up to places. Yet short also means she can fit through small gaps which she often uses to her advantage. Her body was built more for slipping into places then it was to be big and scary. In fact her shortness is the reason she excels at clambering up buildings. Along with her slim small physique Tracers skin tone is a light and slightly sun browned with a small light dusting of freckles over her nose that can only be seen in summer when the sun darkens her skin. Like many Tracers clothes aren’t all that amazing, nothing to make people take a second glance but comfortable enough for her. She wears long tattered dusty brown pants with a few patched up rips here and there. Matching that is a lighter brown singlet and a white, normally grey, jumper top thing she wears over top or ties around her waist when it’s to hot. On her feet is just a plain pair of worn shoes or just bare feet is she can’t be bothered wearing her shoes. She has a old warn fabric satchel that she carries her few possessions in and takes with her when she goes to do her ‘job.’ The only weird thing about her clothing is the strip of reasonably thick leather wrapped around her left wrist. Tracers has poked many many holes in it and has stuck many many random trinkets and pendants onto it. Every time she finds a cute pendant or something she thinks looks cool or cute she adds it to her ‘bracelet.’ Sometimes on her down days she even makes her own pendants out of twisted wire and scraps of metal. It’s not uncommon for people in her gang to hand her found or made pendants themselves adding to her chiming band. It’s one of her few possessions and she always keeps it on in fear of losing it.

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Now Tracer has many scars. 90% of them are because of her father but a few of them are her fault and hers alone. Things like falling from great heights or messing up on her little ‘job’ dumb things she knows she did and can only blame on herself. She had many of those little scars all over her that and she knows the story behind them all. Often doesn’t care about her scars, the add character, are tails of battles she won. However Tracer has a long pale scar going down her back from her left shoulder blade down to her right hip. Tracer she says she got from falling down some stairs and hitting a side table at the bottom what she knows for a fact it was definitely not true. But Tracer can’t make herself blame her father. For some reason she can’t pin the blame on him. Yes it might be his fault but she can’t bring herself to stay it, so she makes stairs the bad guy. She’s not afraid of the scar, she thinks of it as a battle wound of a battle she survived. However she does usually keep her scare covered if she can, she doesn’t like the questions she gets. Few know it’s there and few have seen it.
Along with her scars and other imperfections Tracer also has a tattoo she got after leaving her father and used his money to get it. She always wanted one. Why she wasn’t sure but something interested her about graceful ink lines. But her father said no, and gave her more scars to show his point. So Tracer sees the Tattoo as a sign that she’s not under her father's power any more. Also see it as a sign she isn’t a weak girl. She will kick your ass if she has to or die trying. The ink lines stretch up her back right shoulder blade covering most of it in delicate ink lines. Her Tattoo is of a feather stretched majestically across her browned skin. Slowly the side of the father turns into little graceful birds that fly in delicate lines up the back of her neck. In a way it shows anyone can break the bond of their life and break away, just like she did. Tracer isn’t afraid to put that on show and let others see it, she proud of it in fact.

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Unlike many of the people in gangs Tracer is a decently sweet girl. In fact she’s one of the nicest at the in the whole of the gangs. Yes her life hasn’t been lovely no homeless child, then gang child, has had a good life.Yet to Tracer that doesn’t mean you have to become all mean and grumpy. Now even Tracer can get fiery and worked up and when she is everyone better stay clear of her way for at least 24 hours because whens she’s reached the point of utter Rage she doesn’t know the difference between the person/s who annoyed her and the people trying to help. That's a trait she knows she gets from her dad and she hates it. Yet in no matter how much training she has she can’t full hide the monster in her. Now that might make Tracer sound like a horrible person but in reality it take AGES for her to get to that point. Someone has to do something terribly wrong for her to even show signs of getting worked up. She had learnt to hide her anger, learnt that anger doesn’t solve anything, so tries to be peaceful and calm.

Tracers normally personality is genuanlly very soft and caring, being a medic does mean she has to be calm. Plus and she’s more than willing to share her kind heart with everyone. She lover younger kids caring for them like the parent they need, but she basically loves everyone. People are innocent until proven guilty. Which can make Tracer very gullible. She can easily be twisted into believing lies and her innocent caring nature can easily be used against her. Being a semi trained medic Tracer wont turn down someone who is hurt, unable to turn a blind eye if someone is suffering whether they are classified as good or bad. Tracer is the type of girl that has to help, she can’t just stand idly waiting and she can’t for the life of her watch someone suffer rather putting herself in the line of danger then witness someone else go through it. She is the mother of the gang helping those in need, being a listening ear to those who cry and being a shoulder to those who break.

Now Tracers sweetness also comes across in the way she gets her money. Tracer is a thief or pickpocketer in other words. That’s what she calls her ‘job’ outside of being medic, I mean it’s what she does for a living so she calls it her ‘job.’ Surprisingly Tracer is very good at it and hardly ever gets caught. But this is were Tracer becomes very wired. She returns the stolen property/wallet a few seconds after taking it. She doesn’t even take everything useful only what she needs. Now some may say that she’s no taking everything so it’s harder for the owner to realize something missing, when really is because Tracer doesn’t want anything, It’s someone else's stuff not hers she only takes what she badly needs. Amazingly people never catch on she’s that she’s the one stealing the stuff as well as returning it. People always thank her and continue on their was completely unaware they lost a few dollars.

Amazingly Tracer isn’t all innocent. She acts it yes, being a darling who cares for everyone and see the silver lining and the good. Though Tracer has seen some dark things. She had witnessed her father drink himself to a stupor every night. Felt the pain of a belt across her back. Then as she got older and joined the Angles she saw worse things. As she was promoted to medic Tracer saw people bleed, saw them die, held their hand and light faded from their eyes. She had heard the pained screams, held onto the last words whispered through dying lips. She has witnessed things it pains her to talk about, things she never wants anyone to witness. Hence why sometimes she can get a bit mother bearish not wanting people so go though what she has and does. She can’t afford to see another person die in her hands with her being helpless to stop it. There is only so much a girl can take.
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Tracer part two
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People- Tracer is strangely friendly and she has made it her personal mission to befriend everyone she can at the angles and in the Eights. Even people out the gangs she genuinely wants to make a good first impression.

Mother of the Place-Tracer loves them all and being one of the oldest she generally secretly watches out for them all. She knows what life's like when it’s hard she hates seeing others go through it. She would much rather sacrifice her safety to save others.

Saving Lives- Tracer is a capable medic but that doesn’t mean she likes her job. The only thing she values on her job is saving lives. The feeling she gets when seeing the people she helped running around happy and alive.

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Angry people- Tracer has had more than enough experience with grumpy people and she doesn’t ever want to see anyone succumb to the same fate she did. If she ever sees someone being yelled at Tracer has a habit of join the situation and trying to defuse it.
Alcohol- Had bad experiences with that stuff.

Fights- She hates seeing people being hurt when there is not reason for them to be. That's when Tracer usually comes in and tries to help.

Not returning stolen stuff- In other words Tracer always returns most of the stuff she took. She doesn’t see the need to collect wallets so she take only what she needs and returns the rest. She hates it when she can’t find the person to return it to.

Making enemies- Tracer like befriending people. She hates it when people take a disliking to her and normally goes out her way to fix it.

Weapons- She doesn’t see the need to do damage to another person. She’s had to much of experience with knifes and even bullets so she will never touch any weapon if she can help it. The only thing she does is a bit of hand to hand if need be but mostly just uses it to disarm people.

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Pickpocketing- Tracer thought that was the only ‘job’ that she could do without actually committing too much of a crime. So over the years she taught herself to do pickpocket perfectly but she always returned some stuff and never seems to take everything.

Getting out of situations- Tracer doesn’t run away when in a sticky situation. Tracer stays and likes to talk things out. Surprisingly it works quite well. It’s not that she has a way with words, she kind of does but that’s the the real reason. With not kids she just seems so innocent to be the one to commit the crime. Within the gangs Tracer is known as one of the nicest and though people might to be nice and might think her annoying for being to nice Tracer is a hard person hate. Most people tend to have a sweet spot for the Mother of the .

Seeing good in others- Tracer always tries to bring the good out in others and sometimes does succeed at doing so. However this can also be a con. Not everyone has a good side and her had learnt this the hard way.

Medicine-Once again Tracer is the medic of the gangs. She saves lives and though she hates what she sometimes sees she knows she needs to stay with her job.

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Trust- Unlike much people she has trouble not trusting then actually trusting.

Her niceness- Tracer has always been called to nice and sometimes that is very true. She often leaves herself to open for someone to backstab her and just rely full on trust which doesn’t work out in the streets.

Gullible- Tracer relies on trust and general kindness and others don’t. That’s all that needs to be said.

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Her Father- She always fears the will return. She knows it’s unlikely but knowing he still remembers her is freaky.

Getting caught- It’s not exactly getting caught that scares her it’s the thought of that they might send her back to her father. And the fear that this time she wouldn’t be able to get away

Being recognized- Again it’s her father. She fears that someone will notice her as the missing girl and take her home. She knows full well that’s unlikely but she can’t help the fear play around in her head.

Turning into her father- Tracer has been known to have anger fits. In that time she’s been known to actually to damage to others. She knows she has her father blood in her and is sacred it’s going to show she scared she will become like him and give someone the same sacre she has.

People dying- She has already seen someone die in her hands, already watched as someone dies with her being unable to her. She watched the blood coat her hands and everything she touched. She remembers the young girls name. Emori. She had been dragged into the Angles camp a bullet wound in her chest. Tracer and tried, so so hard she had tried but she couldn’t do anything. The young girl died in her arms while Tracer sung a sweet melody easing the girl to her death. It hurt, so badly to sit helpless while being coated in the blood of a dying girl. So now Tracer refuses to let someone die. She fears every time someone comes in hurt that they will die. They haven't yet, Tracer has always kept them alive. But having so many years with now after scene death her luck is bound to run out. Especially when tending to hitmen.

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Tracers History
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From the start Tracers life wasn’t the best. She doesn’t remember much from about the time when she was a baby but she remembers from around the age of 6. Her mum was a lovely person, their house was sweet and she pretty sure she had a brother though there are no pictures of either of them. However she doesn’t remember much about them because one day, they left. Why or how or when Tracer has no idea. She was tucked into bed on night then woke up alone. Sadly that's when her father took control. She was aware of the fights and screams coming from downstairs but never thought into it. Until she found her mother crying in the bathroom a nasty gash down her back. Tracer, being the innocent 6 year old she was asked what was happening, tried to help and even got her brother in so they could fix mum. That’s when ehr strange fascination with helping people came from. From the look her mum gave her when she was done patching her wound up. The happy, I feel much better look which was all younger Tracer saw, though her brother clearly saw everything. Then, a few days later they were gone leaving Tracer alone and in tears. Her father was also broken but in another way, he took the pain of his wife leaving and taking his only son and in a way made it worse. He drowned out his troubles with alcohol, like he didn’t even care for Tracer his last remaining daughter.

Now Tracer was only about 6 so had no real idea what was wrong with her father ir why mum and brother weren’t coming. She didn’t understand why he came back from his job then locked himself in his room, the T.V blaring random words through the whole house. Tracer hoped it would be a one time thing but as the days turned into week and weeks turned into mouths. Tracer was still young so living without help from others was hared. At first she exploited that fact and stayed up all night curled on the couch with her fluffy blanket and all the sweets in the she could get her hands on with the T.V. playing her favorite show. She did that for about a week or two before she realized the situation she was and in fact it was not to amazing as it first seemed. So as her father tried to drown the day in his own room Tracer had to make her own dinner, fix her own wounds and quite literally look after herself. Slowly, as sad as it sounds, Tracer got used to it. She wasn’t alone, she still went to school had friends was a chirpy young girl as most are. A large smile on her face and decent grades. It was only at home when things changed but not by much. Tracer clearly got the soft calm nature from her mum being she learnt to cherish the semi isolation. Saw it as a challenge to overcome more the a plague. She became strangely good at cooking, bandaging her own wounds so she was dubbed the class medic, and even set her own bedtime. She was thriving. Until her father infiltrated her peace.

She thought her father was out of the count and didn't care what she did but learnt one day that he definitely wasn’t ignoring her. She made to much noise and he came down to fix it. Now let’s just say her father was abusive and not say more. Now Tracer had to look after herself and avoid her father at all costs. It wasn’t very pleasant. As she got older Tracer realized she couldn’t live like this. School was getting harder then getting home to make dinner and shower all without making noise. So one night when she was about 14 Tracer packed her bags and left thankfully without her father noticing, until the next morning. Tracer was walking down the streets trying to find a place to stay when a police man walked past. Tracer didn’t mean to hear what they were talking about but it was hard when they were talking about her. Apparently the father had called the cops on her and now they were looking for her. And Tracer knew she couldn’t return. For half a mouth Tracer had to stay in hiding so she wasn't found or noticed. The only way she could move around was in the cover of night until the search was called off and Tracer was assumed dead. It took the other half of the mouth for the whole her disappearing thing to calm down so Tracer could actually go out in public. Well at least Tracer could care for herself, she could make food and clean her own blood up. So she lived... barely.

Tracer tried to live alone like that without committing any crimes, she didn’t want to hurt anyone. But she broke that rule within a mouth. It was only two mouths after she ran away did she make her first pickpocket. Then as the years drew on she got better. However she still always return the stolen stuff to the owner or the police, who have thankfully stopped looking for her. She was about 16 she was found by the angles Of Oblivion her skills being said useful and they took her in as both medic and partly cook. Once finding she was indeed quite skilled with medical care they got her to help with the Crazy Eights to being they were allied and hitmen got much more damaged than anyone in the Angles. That was the same age when she went home only to find her father was no better and hadn’t forgotten her like she hopped. She hoped he would have been better but he wasn’t. She doesn't talk about her last experience with her father she just puts it in her past and doesn't bring it up. Now Tracer lives with the Angles making it her mission to befriend everyone and save as many lives as possible, which so far she is succeeding at.
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