CHARACTER BIOS
THE KID
IT LOOKED EASY ON TV… Get in. Grab the loot. Get out. Get paid. Simple. What could go wrong? EVERYTHING. Inexperienced. Cocky. Angry. WAY OUT OF HIS LEAGUE. He thought he had it all planned out. He had been watching the place for days. No one had come in or gone out or turned on a light or run the shower for over a week. Vacation? Business trip? Didn’t matter to the KID. All he knew was NO ONE WAS HOME. What are the odds that as soon as he got in, the tenants would show up? In a rational universe, not very likely. But this is NOT A RATIONAL UNIVERSE. This is a universe walking the balance between coincidence and intelligent design. In this universe... THERE ARE NO ACCIDENTS. Now he’s trapped in the closet and hiding for his life. At least it couldn’t get any worse, right? WRONG. When the KID becomes silent witness to a forbidden love affair and a brutal organized crime hit, he has one goal…
GET OUT ALIVE.
GET OUT ALIVE.
THE LOVERS
HER BEAUTY WAS UNRIVALED. Had she been born into a wealthy, educated family, she might have been a movie star or a socialite. But she wasn’t. She was one more unwelcome addition to an impoverished brood of bastard children. Never enough money for food or clothing or heat. NEVER ENOUGH MONEY FOR ANYTHING. As she grew into an increasingly beautiful woman, she made herself a promise. Whatever it took, she would never want for money again. All that was needed was to find a wealthy man. Any wealthy man would do. A doctor. A lawyer. A stockbroker. It made no difference to her. But she was young and inexperienced. And what the young don’t know is that the prize will always go to the MOST POWERFUL MAN IN THE ROOM. And once he has you, YOU BELONG TO HIM.
HE WAS HIRED TO PROTECT HER. Talented. Trained. Trusted. Trusted by one of the most powerful men in the criminal underworld to protect his most valuable possession. An assignment his EMPLOYER would only entrust to his most loyal associate. Nothing could have distracted him from this most sacred of responsibilities. HE WOULD GLADLY LAY DOWN HIS LIFE FOR HER. Emotion is a force of nature. Much like gravity, it begins with a barely noticeably attraction. But time gives it strength. In order to protect her, he began to learn her. Her likes and dislikes, her habits, her moods. He learned to follow her in a crowd. To anticipate whether she would move to her left or her right. What would make her laugh or cry or angry or bored. HE BEGAN TO KNOW HER AS SHE KNEW HERSELF. And she loved him for this. And he loved her for loving him. NEITHER WAS PREPARED FOR A LOVE THAT WAS STRICTLY FORBIDDEN.
HE WAS HIRED TO PROTECT HER. Talented. Trained. Trusted. Trusted by one of the most powerful men in the criminal underworld to protect his most valuable possession. An assignment his EMPLOYER would only entrust to his most loyal associate. Nothing could have distracted him from this most sacred of responsibilities. HE WOULD GLADLY LAY DOWN HIS LIFE FOR HER. Emotion is a force of nature. Much like gravity, it begins with a barely noticeably attraction. But time gives it strength. In order to protect her, he began to learn her. Her likes and dislikes, her habits, her moods. He learned to follow her in a crowd. To anticipate whether she would move to her left or her right. What would make her laugh or cry or angry or bored. HE BEGAN TO KNOW HER AS SHE KNEW HERSELF. And she loved him for this. And he loved her for loving him. NEITHER WAS PREPARED FOR A LOVE THAT WAS STRICTLY FORBIDDEN.
THE GAS MAN
MURDER IS A CRIME. ASSASSINATION IS AN ART.
This is the philosophy by which the GAS MAN lives. Unlike most professions, the success of a hit man lies not in how well known his work is but rather in how many have never heard of him. The GAS MAN is a master of disguise. He comes and goes as he pleases, hiding in plain sight. He is one of the millions of tired straphangers on the subway. He is that guy sitting at the back of the movie theater. He is your bus driver. Your dentist. Your mail man. He is everyone. He is no one. By the time you realize who the GAS MAN is…
YOU'RE ALREADY DEAD.
This is the philosophy by which the GAS MAN lives. Unlike most professions, the success of a hit man lies not in how well known his work is but rather in how many have never heard of him. The GAS MAN is a master of disguise. He comes and goes as he pleases, hiding in plain sight. He is one of the millions of tired straphangers on the subway. He is that guy sitting at the back of the movie theater. He is your bus driver. Your dentist. Your mail man. He is everyone. He is no one. By the time you realize who the GAS MAN is…
YOU'RE ALREADY DEAD.
THE EMPEROR
WAR IS A YOUNG MAN’S GAME. And as a young man, no one was better at the game of war than he. He kept his friends close. He kept his enemies guessing. His cleverness was matched only by his ruthlessness. He was feared and envied by all he knew. From nothing, he had built a mighty empire. But he had no one with whom to share this wealth. No one to hold or to laugh with. For all his power and money, he had never had to courage to give away his heart. UNTIL HE SAW HER. A young woman whose smile could render a weapon useless. Whose song could bring peace and sleep to his ever-restless mind. He had to have her. To possess her for himself. BUT ONLY THE FOOLISH MAN BELIEVES THAT THE HEART OF A WOMAN CAN EVER BE FULLY POSSESSED.
THE STREET HUSTLER
Everybody knows somebody like this guy.
He sees the world in a very simple light. It's get or get got. Once you figure out which one you wanna be, be that and don't look back. Not the smartest kid in school, but he can always see the angle that everyone else missed. This Kid is probably never gonna make it out the hood, but he wouldn't want to leave if he could. This is his home. These are his streets. And one day...
HE'S GONNA BE BIG!
Least that’s how HE sees it.
He sees the world in a very simple light. It's get or get got. Once you figure out which one you wanna be, be that and don't look back. Not the smartest kid in school, but he can always see the angle that everyone else missed. This Kid is probably never gonna make it out the hood, but he wouldn't want to leave if he could. This is his home. These are his streets. And one day...
HE'S GONNA BE BIG!
Least that’s how HE sees it.