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Topic
Gang LeaderxStreet Fighter
(Enemies to Lovers)
Plot
Muse A is a famous street fighter known simply as The Viper, she is an incoming rookie who has managed to start making a name for herself. She has no family, and no one knows her real name. No one even knows where she lives. All they know is she is female, quick, and a hell of a good fighter... That's how she made her way up into The Vortex, the biggest underground fighting ring in New York City.
Muse B is the faceless leader of the most ruthless gangs in New York City, (Gang name). No real name, no family, and even if people see his face, they don't know his name. They simply know him as (Nickname). He has put his best champion into the ring at the Vortex. But when his champion gets beat by Muse A, he becomes pissed. Then he confronts her, realizing, he could make her better. All she had to do was join him. Become a street fighter for him. So he lays out a proposal. Come fight for him and he will give her training so she can become better.
Muse A declines, telling Muse B off. Muse B reluctantly retreats, but he's not done yet. He wants Muse A, she is everything that a street fighter is, but she can be so much more. So he has one of his gang dig up Muse A's past. Then he finds her home, and waits there for her. When Muse A arrives home, he greets her coldly. Then at once he starts firing away with words, digging into her past. Well, Muse A had just come off of one hell of a win against Muse B's champion, then about two more losses. So, she's tired, and injured, and he's ripping open old wounds about her past.
Finally Muse A relents, and Muse B is delighted, though he doesn't show it. A few days later, the training begins, and Muse B walks in the door. The two hate each other, and they are both very aware of it. But, they simply tolerate each other for the sake of the deal. But as time goes on, will their cold hearts warm up for each other?
Characters
Dagger Pack-Female(Muse A)
Lost Memories-Male(Muse B) |
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The Viper
"I exist on my own damn terms."
Personal Information
Full Name
Rylee Amelia Hunt
Meaning of Name
Rylee means rye cleaning
Amelia means work
Hunt means search for or follow wild animals
Nickname/Aliases
Ry(No one has called her that in years)
The Viper(Street fighter name)
Place of Birth
Scotland, United Kingdom
Age
Twenty three
Gender
Female
Species
Human
Race
Scottish
Gang
N/A(She's a loner)
Role/Job
Loner/Street Fighter
Sexual Orientation
Heterosexual
"If life gives you lemons... Add vodka."
Appearance
Rylee stands at a good 5'9 and weighs at about 156 lbs. She is incredibly athletic and incredibly muscular. Though it is hard to tell when she has clothes on, because it hides it very well. Her muscles aren't like most men's are where it bulges out of her clothes. Her muscles are pure lean, there is like no inch of fat on her. And despite her muscular body, it is not hard to tell she is a female. Her chest may not be huge, but it's not exactly that small either. Her skin is an even tan across her whole body, yes, probably from a nude beach. She can also be considered slender and lean. She has platinum blonde hair that is long and wavy, though she often keeps it up and out of the way, especially during fights. Her eyes are a striking grey that are often ice cold, but every so often on the rare occasions she is happy, they warm up just a little.
Her face is sort of round-ish but curves down into a pretty defined jawline. The most defining feature on her is her jawline. She definitely has a lot of scars from her childhood and her current life as a street fighter. But she doesn't care. She doesn't exactly flaunt them, but she doesn't really go through any of trouble to hide them. She has three tattoos, two of which are pretty well hidden when she has clothes on. One is on her ribs, which is a medium sized black dragon that stretches out across her left ribs. She has another one on her inner right arm, which is a serpent that is wound around a scepter, it stretches from her wrist to her elbow. Then the final one is on her stomach, which is a simple design of a feather, which is on her lower right stomach area. They were all kind of heat of the moment kind of things, so there probably really isn't a story behind them.
She typically wears dark themed clothes, black, dark blue, dark green, grey, etc. It is a very rare thing to find her in bright colors, and if you do find her in a bright color, then it is a shade of blue, her favorite color. She also does not dress up very much. She likes to stick to the basic pants, t-shirt, and tennis shoes. She'll put on a jacket or hoodie when she gets cold, or wear a tanktop when it gets hot. But she always wears some kind of pants, whether it be jeans or sweatpants. On a even rarer occasion she will dress up, put on a fancy top and some fancy pants, and maybe some short high heels. But the one thing that is practically impossible to get her into is a dress. Whenever she is fighting in the ring, she is in leggings and a sports bra. Sometimes some kind of tanktop, but typically not.
"Things have changed. I no longer give a fuck."
Personality
Rylee is definitely incredibly cold hearted. She does not like people and was not raised to be kind or generous or any of that. She was raised to be rude and mean. She was taught it's everyone for themselves in the real world. She was never shown love, so she doesn't really know what it is. Sometimes she feels happiness when she sees animals, mainly mammals. But, not really. She has an attitude that literally could be defined as go fuck yourself. She is incredibly sarcastic and rude. Despite that, she is surprisingly calm. Yes, she has buttons that can be pushed. But people don't typically push those buttons because she becomes incredibly pissed incredibly fast and her temper is even worse then her normal personality. Maybe deep down there is still some sweet, kind, innocent girl left, but there is very little possibility that it will ever show up again.
"You couldn't handle me even if I came with instructions."
Miscellaneous
Talents/Special Skills
-Hand to hand combat
-Knife fighting/throwing
-Incredible liar
-Incredibly agile
-Great marksmanship(Great with guns)
History
When Rylee was younger, her parents got into a bit of trouble so they moved to New York City, away from Scotland. However their troubles followed them there and a gang came and murdered Rylee's family. That same gang took little Rylee in, and she became part of a gang. They did not treat her well, but they didn't exactly treat her horribly. She was fed, had access to water, shower, clothes. But they did not shower her with love or affection. They were cold, didn't want to play, and the only time they ever wanted anything to do with Rylee was when they were teaching her to fight.
So at a young age, Rylee started learning how to shoot a gun, how to fight with a knife, how to survive, how to fight hand-to-hand. Anything and everything the gang taught her was something no child should have to go through. By the age of thirteen she was no longer a happy kid, but rather just as cold hearted and closed as the rest of the gang. But she was a hell of a good fighter and quick on her feet. At the age of eighteen she moved out and started street fighting. She never went back to her old gang or even tried to contact them. She wanted nothing to do with them. But she slowly started making a name for herself and soon found herself in the Vortex, the biggest underground street fighting ring in New York City.
Strengths
-Marksmanship
-Hand-to-hand combat
-Quick on her feet
-Liar
-Knows how to use one's strength against them
Weaknesses
-Female(Despite how quick and strong she is, the male race will always be stronger then her)
-Loner
-Her past
-Her sarcasm(Gets her into trouble sometimes)
-Stubborn
Allergies
-Nuts -Chicken Feathers
Languages
-Scottish Gaelic(Native)
-English(Learned)
Accent
-Scottish(Native/Faded)
-English(Learned/Prominent)
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