Theo stands at around 5’9 and has a rather strong masculine build with strong wide shoulders.. His skin is rough with marks of the sun on it. It’s a very dark tan color, while as tan as somebody with a white ethnicity can be.
Theo’s facial features are enticing on their own. He has a rounder oval face but with a rather sharp jawline more toward the traditional male model appearance. His brows just exist to be noticeable, about medium thick but with thin coarse hair. His eyes are on the smaller side and an emerald green shade. He does have brown flecks in his eyes, a result of having central heterochromia. His nose is about medium side with a small defined curve that gives into round nostrils. His lips are about average lips.
His hair is very shaggy and unkept. Before it used to be put together soft luscious light brown waves but through the years spent in the gang, it has grown very curly, matted and sunbleached. It rests just at his nape where it gives away to uneven cutting done with a knife.
Theo’s face and body bear multiple signs of scars and burns. His major noticeable scar is the one that stretches from his brow bone to his chin. His second is the one on his top lip.
Theo has zero piercings but he does have a tattoo hidden along his breastbone that stands for the gang that he is in and another on his back that reminds him of the loving family he used to have.
Theo wears whatever he can find along the street. That seems to constantly be a pair of oversized black cargo pants and a casual, dirty, button up that’s normally just buttoned enough to hide the tattoos.
Theo’s personality is complicated due to a complicated past. There’s two sides of this man that one can see: the gang leader and the pathetic boy, as he describes them.
The gang leader is the one everybody gets to see. It’s the man that has been broken by the past but remains tough. He is distant, quiet, but stern. He is very cunning and intelligent. The gang leader is a skillful protective fighter that will do what he must for his gang.
The pathetic little boy is the man screaming for help on the inside. Theo is traumatized due to past events and is extremely emotional. He suffers from PTSD, anxiety, and depression. He cares greatly for his gang and spends every moment worrying about them. He worries about shelter, food, clothing, and surviving. This leads to many panic attacks a day and waking up to nightmares about his past.
Working(it distracts him)
Music/ Guitar Playing
Cunning Gang Leader/Fighter-He knows how to survive and not get caught breaking the law due to experience. He is also very smart and can think fast. This makes him a dangerous but honorable gang leader.
Good liar ~ Theo never shows his emotions, his face is always neutral. He could be lying and nobody would be able to tell.
Good hearing- Theo is constantly alert and can hear a pin drop. He knows when something’s going on before anybody else.
Mental Struggles- he’s had a rough past and it’s played a role on him mentally.
Poor Eyesight- He is blind in one eye due to a traumatic injury.
Trust Issues- He doesn’t trust anyone, everyone who has gotten close to him has died.
Mother ~ Elizabeth Carter (Status ~Dead)
Father ~ Daniel Likkings (Status ~ Alive)
Brother(s) ~ None
Sister(s) ~ None
Other family ~ Lost contact with.
(More details in RP but a quick summary)
Theo’s childhood started off peacefully with a loving household and good income. But that’s when the story ends. His mother got diagnosed with cancer when he was 7 years old and later died when he was 10. His father, who once loved him, grew distant with grief and started to rely on alcohol as a coping method. He grew angry with Theo and would often abuse him physically and mentally.
Theo, when he turned 12, started working on a farm to separate himself from his distant and abusive father. He earned income to keep the lights on in the house and clothing on his back. He took care of his father despite his father’s nature toward him. But one day, it all went south. He worked late one night and returned to his father’s wrath for being gone so long. His father leashed his anger out and took a knife to his throat and his eye.
Theo ran away from the fight and into the streets. He became homeless and his eye and throat soon became infected. The previous gang leader found him almost dead in an ally and nursed him back to life. The gang leader could cure his throat but nothing could be done for the eye. The infection made him lose vision in that eye permanently.
After the gang leader found him, he joined her gang. He grew emotionally and sexually attracted to her and earned his place in her gang. However, he got her pregnant by mistake and her body was unable to support a child. She died and a little bit of him died with her, causing the gang leader personality. He promised to lead her gang but he does so just for her honor, not because he wants to.
((Had no idea what to begin with but it's something heh))
Rain had started spotting the ground, slowly painting it dark. The grey-haired young man, Niké, lifted his gaze slightly, looking up at the dark sky that could be seen past the tall buildings of the city. A taller man next to the grey-haired one was babbling on about something but Niké had stopped listening a while ago, the other’s voice mixing with the buzzing in his ear.
For a few weeks now, Niké had spent time around a few members of the gang that he was supposed to infiltrate, mostly trying to get them to warm up to him and drop their guard since if he could get close to them, then he’d get a step closer to meeting the gang's leader. Theodore Likkings, a man that he had yet to meet but had already heard oh so many rumors about. It would be exciting to see just how much was truth and how much was just rum-
“God this fucking rain! I fucking hate it!”
Niké was pulled out of his own head and quickly looked over at the man next to him, now noticing how the rain had gotten worse, much worse, practically pouring down on the two.
“You’re not made of sugar, a little water won’t hurt you” Niké muttered as he pulled up the hood on his jacket in an attempt to shield himself slightly from the rain.
“Doesn’t mean I don’t hate it less you idiot,” the other man muttered back.
Niké simply rolled his eyes, not particularly interested in arguing with the other man. Jasper, being the other’s name, was a tall and lanky guy who, in Niké’s opinion at least, was pretty alright. Unlike some of the other people he’d been around lately who were assholes through and through. Only problem with Jasper was that he talked constantly.
When Jasper didn’t get a reply, he soon started babbling again about all different kinds of things. Sometimes it could be hard to keep up with what he was talking about as he often changed subjects almost mid sentence.
Suddenly, Jasper grabbed him roughly by the arm and pulled him through a door before Niké had time to protest or even react.
“You seriously need to open those ears of yours Niké.”
“What? It’s not my fault you’re talking about a thousand things at a time, I can’t keep up,” the grey-haired one replied as he pulled his hood back down and looked around, shaking the other’s hand off him. Jasper seemed to have pulled him into some bar, if it was for drinking or just to get shelter from the rain was unclear, maybe even both? In any case, it was nice to be out of the rain, he didn’t share Jasper’s hate for it but getting all wet wasn’t too comfortable.
He knew that Jasper and some of the other members were still vary about saying too much about the gang but he had been making progress with them, having them include him more and more when doing minor things for the gang. Niké wasn’t yet a member of the gang but he hoped to be soon, since it would make his job much easier if he was.
He didn’t look too closely at the other few people in the bar, he didn’t feel nervous being around and near criminals, he’d been one of them once and in most cases, they weren’t half-bad people, they just did bad stuff. The fact that he was now working for the other team, as a cop, didn’t change the fact that he still saw these people as no different from regular law-abiding citizens, besides, just because someone looked like a “bad guy” didn’t mean that they were.
As Jasper left him behind and made his way over to the bar, Niké took a seat at a table, pulling out his phone to look at while waiting for Jasper to get back. So far today hadn't been very eventful, but it was still early in the day so it wasn’t much of a surprise.
Theo enjoyed the rain for the most part. He liked to think of it as the releashing its tears in the hope it lost in humanity. He felt that lost hope signifigantly. With Flynne gone, the world had grown colder and darker. Her gang seemed to grow angrier and ambituous with her. They seemed to always be wanting to cause a little chaos whereas he just wanted to survive and make a better life for them. That's what Flynne would have wanted anyway.
Flynne had been the love of his life, many years ago. They were both teeenagers so he didn't know how accurate "the love of his life" was to use to describe them. They were close knitted to each other, ever since she found him on the street and saved him. One could argue that she was the one that turned him from depressed to a kicking ass criminal but that was on the countrary. He did what he could to survive. Sometimes that meant breaking a little law here and there.
As for the law, he didn't really care too much about it. He thought it was silly to try to control everyone across the world and bound them with unjust and unequal punishments while claiming they were. It was also silly to divide the world into evil and good. There was not a separation of the two. People were people, it was the police deciding who's morally right and who's morally wrong.
Of course, that's not why he was in a bar. Although, he had to admit, the feeling of liquor down his throat felt soothing. He wondered if the bartender had figured out he wasn't going to pay for his drink. He didn't know, she seemed to be awful flirtatious with him. He would never flirt back though, not unless it came to it. Not with Flynn on his mind and the meeting that was going to happen.
There was a newcomer wanting to meet him and join his gang. He had been sending groups of gang members to check out the newcomer and they all gave reports about how promising the man was. He just seemed to not be a very good listener which could be overlooked. After all, he wasn't the best at seeing but he was still here, leading a group of criminals.
God, was that really what his life had come to now?
He had sent Jasper to oversee that the newcomer ended up here without giving him any information about his whereabouts. He couldn't trust anyone these days and wanted this meeting to be private. He heard the door bell ring and turned to look from his spot at the counter. He saw Jasper and some man with gray hair. He had to admit, his facial features looked more soft and feminine and less like a gang guy. It didn't look like this man had an ounce of hate to him.
"Send him this way," Theo told Jasper when the man was close enough to him. Time to find out if the feminine man really had what it takes to be part of his gang,"You better not be pulling my ear here with him."
Jasper soon returned, putting down a drink on the table and sitting down. Niké looked up at him, opening his mouth to speak as he put his phone away again but, like always, Jasper was quicker than him to speak.
“He’s over by the bar, he wants to talk to you.”
“What?” The man looked at Jasper with a confused look before turning his head towards the bar to see who this he was.
“Man you really don’t listen well,” Jasper chuckled softly at the confused man, “Theo’s here, I told you that like three times on the way here.”
Niké got up as he rolled his eyes, “Make sure I’m actually listening next time you try telling me something important…” he muttered. He was well-aware of the fact that him zoning out was a problem but he couldn’t really help it, he’d tried getting rid of it for years now and it had slightly improved, his focus was slightly better when he really needed it to be but it didn’t change the fact that his mind would go somewhere else mid conversations.
Making his way over to the gang leader, he took the time to look him up and down, not so quickly that he’d appear nervous and not so slowly that he’d look as if he were sizing him up, just getting a proper look at him. Theo looked a lot like how he’d looked in the pictures Niké had been shown, if anything then he seemed to be slightly more tanned than what it had looked on photos.
The man was rough-looking and he’d been through a lot, that was clear yet when he sat there by the bar he didn’t look very threatening. In fact, he looked a bit sorrowful.
Niké took a seat next to the man, crossing his arms before resting them on the bar counter before he looked at Theodore, “You wanted to see me? I’m Niké,” he said. Even with people he knew well, he wouldn’t talk all that much, so he definitely wasn’t gonna talk a bunch now, the man in front of him would have to ask the questions, he would simply answer them for him.