Smirk

Backstory
There are many names Smirk has heard others call him.

Punk.

Rat.

Runt.

''He didn't care. He was used to it. As the youngest of 9 children, to parents who paid them next to no attention, he had to fight tooth and nail for even a sliver of a chance to survive the ruthless, uncaring streets of Brooklyn. Feelings won't get you very far here.''

Weasel.

Snake.

Thug.

''With his rough, uneventful upbringing, he fit right in with the violent crowds of the city's many gangs. He found he started to find...enjoyment in the most unlikely of places, simply through sheer boredom and uninterest in all the fighting and bickering.''

Gangster.

Legbreaker.

Debt Collector.

''When he moved from the familiar streets of the Brooklyn Borough to the Bronx, he didn't expect anything to change from his current situation. He certainly didn't expect his estranged grandmother to be the Godmother of the local mob. And he most certainly didn't expect to be chosen, by her directly, to take her place as the leader of her "pack", as she liked to call it, once she stepped down.''

Distiller.

Dealer.

Godfather.

''It was a huge step up from his past upbringing, but it brought him no more happiness than anything else he experienced. Once his dear grandmother was on her deathbed though, due to leave this life behind through a peaceful death, she taught him not to wait for something else to bring him happiness. To make his own happiness, however and wherever he sought to find it. And that's just what he vowed to do. For her. For himself.''

''After the burial one rainy night, he stayed, alone, to say his final goodbyes. He laid down the roses, and turned around, only to be met by a rather strange sight.''

''A beautifully carved wooden mask, cut into the shape of a hyena, dappled with brown spots, highlighted with yellow, almost golden paint, forever adorned with a face of laughter. Or perhaps...insanity? Either way, he was sold. It was an offer he couldn't refuse, even if he wanted to.''

He reached out for it with no hesitation...

Bio
Smirk is a mob boss from the Bronx Borough of New York City, and leader of the vicious Pack. Having inherited the gang at the behest of his estranged, yet much loved grandmother, he found the kingpin life to suit him rather well...for a time, at least. He soon found it to be lonely and, even worse, boring sitting behind a desk.

He soon began to wander the city, looking for something, anything that may intrigue him. With the acquisition of his mask, he found himself eagerly awaiting nightfall, loving the freedom of roaming the city unmolested, clobbering Wraiths with reckless abandon with his beautiful, beloved baseball bat, cracking jokes the whole way until the sun comes back up.

Basic Info

 * Code Name: Smirk
 * Real Name: Adrien Sharlow
 * Affiliation: The Pack Mob (boss), The Lasoa City Masketeers (self-appointed leader)
 * Gender: Male
 * Age: A modest 24.
 * Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
 * Birthday: 2/14 (February 14th)
 * Hair Color: An inky black. Also seems to be perpetually greasy.
 * Eye Color: A cloudy green.
 * Blood Type: A+
 * Height: 5"9'
 * Weight: 185 lbs
 * Unique Features: A scar on the left side of his mouth that makes it look like he's forever half-smiling. Some would say, smirking.
 * Spirit Animal: Spotted Hyena
 * Color Associated: Brown/Light Brown
 * Motivation/Inspiration: To see the bright side of otherwise unfortunate situations. At least, that's his excuse.
 * Weapon: A very well polished and ornate mahogany baseball bat.


 * (Potential) Alternate Masks: Either other animals that having some kind of "laugh", or animals that are deemed mischievous. Or would be associated with mobsters. I dunno.
 * Ultimate: Cruel/Sick Joke - Cracks a joke to motivate allies into hitting harder, cripples Wraiths to lower their attack speed.

Notable Personality Traits

 * Slides up and down the scale of cynical vs idealistic like a pendulum. On crack.
 * Tends to keep a rather laid-back, relaxed demeanor
 * Sarcastic most times and unafraid to crack lighthearted jokes at others expenses.
 * Knows when to joke around and when to shut it.
 * Comes off as douchey at first, but is overall well-meaning.
 * Has a tendency to gravitate towards that which is extremely hard to get, and in terms of relationships, those that are hard to please.
 * Is secretly very much a tsundere.
 * Acts dominant. Very submissive.
 * Big softie. Don't call him on it, for your own sake.

Likes/Dislikes
Likes :


 * Cracking jokes, both witty and mind-numbingly stupid.
 * Spouting off stereotypical mobster lines.
 * Giving people "da business"
 * His bat.
 * Margaritas.
 * Cigars.
 * Fine art, "shinies", or otherwise extremely rare and exotic things.
 * In terms of potential relationships, finds more submissive (i.e., shy or timid) partners to be more to his taste. Also seems to enjoy the more snooty types as well.
 * A very specific florist.
 * Cuddles.

Dislikes :


 * People touching his bat.
 * Beautiful art getting defiled by the uncultured.
 * Beer.
 * Not giving people "da business."


 * Having to put on his "serious" face.
 * Someone he associates with being bullied or taken advantage of, either be Wraiths or other people. Especially true if he has romantic feelings for said someone.
 * A very specific ex-boyfriend of previously mentioned florist.

Trivia

 * He lovingly named his bat, "Wisecracker."
 * Loves being a mobster simply because he now has an excuse to act like a Prohibition-era gangster.
 * Leaves roses on his grandmother's grave on both her birthday and her date of death.
 * Loves very fruity drinks. Mostly alcoholic ones.
 * Can drink most liquor like a champ. Gets tipsy over two glasses of wine.
 * Rolls his own cigars, a skill taught by his grandmother.