Thread: Vermilion Gang (Tres x Poppy)

Bay City was rife with crime, and there wasnt much that could be done about it. For generations, there had been warring mob bosses and syndicates. Each one vied for control of the city, and all of the spoils that came with it. Countless politicians and police officers were corrupted and paid off, pledging allegiance to one gang or another. It had gotten so bad that the police actually advised the citizens to not leave their houses after dark. When night fell, the town belonged to the gangs. And there was nothing they could do to attempt to change things. They lacked the manpower, along with the desire, thanks to the cash lining their pockets. The Vermilion gang was one of the citys oldest and most feared. The boss had control of this gang ever since he was in his teens. The Head of the Vermilion Gang ruled Bay City with an iron fist, the other gangs even respecting him. He made sure everyone had an area that they were allowed to manage, and that the gangs main money makers didnt interfere with others. The gang focused on kidnapping and ransom, followed up by sex trafficking. Some gangs specializes in drugs, prostitution or sex slave trafficking. There were even more illicit activities, like chop shops for stolen vehicles, forging documents or even managing fights. The Boss of Vermilion only had one surviving family member, having lost the others due to their lack of loyalty or from an attempted massacre of his kin at his sisters wedding. He was one of the few that was able to make it out alive. He never married, instead spending his time with the various whores and escorts that his gang protected and employed. One ended up becoming pregnant, and it was decided that she would give him the baby after it was born. The woman was set up handsomely in order for doing so, given a bar to run and protection. Vivian Vermilion ended up being her fathers pride and joy. There was nothing that wouldnt be done in order to please her or protect her. She had three personal bodyguards on her at all times, even having a gps and monitor implant to ensure her safety. His daughter was prepared from birth in order to assume leadership duties one day. Unfortunately, she wasn't the typical demure and polite girl. She had plenty of brushes with the law, gladly engaging in the killing and torture that her gang was known for. Her beauty was renowned in the city, with her long straight blonde hair and piercing dark blue eyes. On this particular night, Vivian had been summoned to her fathers office. She had been in her rooms in the very same mansion getting ready to go out to a club that night. But, it was only a brief walk to her fathers study. The mansion was multi-level, much too big for just two people. But, when one took into consideration the amount of staff and gang members that had to reside there as security guards from time to time, it made much more sense. The manner in which she dressed certainly didnt make her seem like a future leader of the Vermilion gang. The blonde girl had an eyebrow piercing, naval piercing and even more that couldnt be seen thanks to her clothes. Not to mention a copious amount of tattoos across her toned body. She wore a ragged pair of daisy duke jeans, with a garter belt and ripped thigh high stockings. The only thing that covered her chest was a tattered designer t-shirt. It was just enough to cover her nipples, showcasing her cleavage and even some under boob. For as distressed as her clothing looked, her accessories more than made up for it. She tended to gather jewelry from the various kills that her gang made, members bringing it to her as if it were offerings. Vivian preferred gold, decked out in plenty of items that showed her gangs loyalty. Many of the men in the group would die for her, and she knew it. Vivian demanded no less than absolute obedience from her associates. When she said jump, they said how high. To finish off her outfit, she wore a large fur coat. No matter the weather, she would still walk around in the expensive coat. It helped her cut an intimidating figure, and she was thankful for it. Her designer heels clicked on the marble flooring as she arrived at the intricate mahogany door to her fathers office. Vivian wasnt too concerned about what her father would want her for, as she tended to be in and out of his office. She knocked once at the door, not bothering to wait on a response to enter. Anyone else would have to be allowed in by his guards, after announcing who they were. She stepped through the heavy door, a smile on her face as she looked for her father behind his desk.