MIGUEL, sidney

PERSONALITY

✻ loyal
✻ enthusiastic
✻ imaginative
✻ playful
✻ independent
✻ thrill seeker
✻ brave
✻ thorough
✻ assertive
✻ grateful

✽ sadistic
✽ impatient
✽ tactless
✽ selfish
✽ disorganized
✽ scatterbrained
✽ unforgiving
✽ harsh
✽ greedy
✽ pretentious

LIKES,

history

PARENTS, emilio & maria miguel
SIBLINGS, none

Having been through three foster homes during his childhood, one day he simply packed up his things and left. Course, it took about four attempts before he was actually successful, a child at fourteen was a bit better at running away than at eleven. It wasn't as though the foster parents were anything undesirable, rather, the problem was in himself, a bad habit of 'stealing' objects and selling them to other people. The decision to run away had sprung to his mind from the ideas of other orphans, though none had really attempted as he had. It was perhaps the best decision of his life, considering his chances of getting adopted grew slimmer and slimmer by the passing months.

He made it out on the streets, learning to be a thief and being good at it as opportunities came and went. Sometimes he'd do odd jobs for different people, whatever he could to scrape some money together for a meal. Eventually he had enough money to live a bit more securely, though there was always uncertainty, he lived for it, craving the adrenaline, that rush danger brought. Intoxicating as it was, there were definite times he was caught, let off only because he was still considered a juvenile back then.

He tried to steal from a bar once, it didn't go too well. A late night theft, the bar still filled with drunk people, he thought the staff would be busy enough to let him pass by unnoticed until he could get what he could and left. The staff, apparently a mere two men, were much more alert than he had anticipated, and he faced a nasty beat up from them, refusing to let him go even after that. He was nineteen at the time, an it wasn't quite the worst he had experienced. Though the man's words bit harder than his punches, shame for what he had done a new experience to the boy.

Eventually the did have to let him go, he spent a grand total of two nights in a private room before the older of the two decided he didn't want to have him around anymore. A few days later, he returned to them, acting smooth and asked if they needed help at the bar. Well, that raised some eyebrows, and they interviewed him curiously.

No, he had never prepared a drink in his life. No, he didn't have any previous experience in 'human relations'. Upon the approval of the older man, they started training him to be a bar keep, although he spent most of his first nights as a waiter, and cleaning dishes in the kitchen. Although he could never stop himself from seeking that thrill, the bar was perhaps the closest thing that he had to home and, more often than not, came back to it. His apartment turned into a secondary home instead, preferring to crash in the bar where there was more people and alcohol. They did eventually trust him enough, and was named part-owner of the bar.

Course, all the while late night excursions never stopped. What started as a small squad turned into a group, an it was later that they were dubbed a gang as their antics grew in varying scale. They vandalized, they stole, they mugged, they mocked enforcement, with little more than handkerchiefs over their faces to hide their identities and minor costumes to prevent anyone from knowing what they looked liked. All for a good time.

OTHER INFORMATION

He has a mild case of kleptomania, and it has persuaded him to design a 'trophy' room in his abode. Found within the room are several small knickknacks, treasures he had stolen, and just about the average piece of junk. Includes a chainsaw, leaf blower, pocket watches, wallets, an old typewriter, pens by the hundreds and many more.

He carries around a switchblade at all times. It's handle black, small etchings in red for minimal design, worn from age and use. He bought it in a yard sale once. It was dulled and costed a lot less than he thought it would. Once he had had it sharpened, and bit of practice with it, it has never left his side.

Addictions include smoking, alcohol and blood. Not in any discernible order.

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