Nyx Roscoe

-Dumbass

-Madame Bitch

## Description

Nyx has always been a very feisty woman with an even feistier need for adrenaline and respect. Being on the crux of insanity and sanity her entire life she stays behind the grey area of psycho with some morals and decent respect for those who treat her with due kindness. Never once raising a hand against another unless there is reason or they have done something unforgiveable.

## Background

***'I will fight for my freedom like a cop fights for justice, with as much blood shed as possible'***

Nyx Roscoe was Originally born in the city of Melbourne Australia, Under the name Faelin Boone, Her family a revered and very wealthy bunch who owned quite a few profitable companies, however a suspiciously dangerous house fire caused everyone in the family to perish, except for young Faelin who was in the care of her Nanny. But even that wasn't going to last long as mere days later she was abandoned in an alley beside the corpse of her Nanny who had been an accomplice to the death of the Boone family and heirs, merely wanting to keep Faelin for herself but when her connection found out that not everyone in the family was dead, he made sure that the woman caring for the child would soon perish, not having the heart to go after the baby himself.

Left to the elements Faelin was later discovered by a young boy, Oscar, no older than 8, he carried the babe back to his home where 6 other siblings awaited him, they were all orphans of course, left to fend for themselves as they hid from the authorities, a little band of miscreants who stole and fought for their own survival and freedom.

Years Later when Faelin was 6 their little collection of orphans was found by local law enforcement and they were forced to flee after one of their own had been promised money to show them where they were. Scared and not knowing any better she ran, refusing to stay and fall victim to the system her older friends had taught her about since she could even remember, 2 of them got out, herself and the eldest, the one who had found her to begin with who was now 14 and relentless in protecting the young girl who in his eyes had become his sister. He himself had been chewed up, spat out and abused by the system and the people involved, having escaped his foster home at the age of 5 after being beaten by the man who had adopted him to begin with.

Oscar being 14 now refused to leave her side, teaching her the ins and outs of the streets, who to hide from and who to approach, having made a new home for them in an old abandoned subway station, where a few other punk headed teenagers called home and refuge, all runaways. They lived happily for a year before Oscar and Faelin had gone out to meet with some people who Oscar hoped were going to help them, but were actually dealing drugs in the area, which drew the attention of local law enforcement.

When everyone scattered Oscar was left with an illegal pistol in his hands and a massive bag of coke shoved into his pocket, framed. He tried running with Fae, trying his best to get them out of there but they were soon cornered. As a last resort he pulled the pistol, aiming it at the police officer ahead of them whilst he screamed for them to leave and let them go, that he was framed and that he can tell them who the real criminals were, but when another rounded the corner to see the young boy holding an illegal firearm they shot, emptying at least 20 rounds onto the young boy as the young Faelin screamed nearby, watching the horror play out in front of her.

When it was all said and done they had to drag both her and Oscar back to their cruisers as she wouldn't let go of him, no matter how cold he had gotten or how tired she was, she just repeated nothing but "he didn't do it" over and over again, which wasn't enough for the cops, it never was. When they finally managed to pry the young girl from him they took her back to the station and did the paperwork, needing to do blood tests and the rest in order to get an ID on the child, finding her real name they were left clueless as to how she went from living in Melbourne to Victoria, but chalked it up to being lost in others care for 6 years.

The first home they placed her in was a quiet one, but she did nothing but cry and scream in the night every time she woke up with a start, having developed night terrors since the death of her best friend, the family couldn't handle it for more than a week before sending her back to the agency, where they made her stay and sleep on the hard plastic chairs in their waiting room for a week before they found her a new home, which became her hell for the next few years. The family that adopted her was a 30 year old named Jared Garthen and 28 year old Madeline Garthen who had 2 kids of their own, Mia and Harden Garthen, both kids were quiet and never spoke out against their father and with good reason, every week on the dot he would drink a not so healthy amount of beer and let whatever anger boiled in that mans gut out onto the kids and his wife, to begin with it was never directed at Faelin, but that only lasted a week before he started focusing it all onto her, blaming her existence and adoption for his unhappiness and whatever else he could think to blame her for.

No matter what she said, the family paid off child services and police officers to keep quiet or played the angelic family with the troublesome orphan. So she was stuck there for another 6 years before she finally ran away after being clocked over the head with a bat and waking up black and blue, she couldn't stomach leaving the other kids to this fate but she couldn't let her life be controlled by a system that didn't want her or want to help her. So when she ran away she took nothing more than her backpack from school, her bike and a couple pairs of clothes, the rest was just Jareds pocket knife and his cash from his wallet that she had stolen over time. Now her chance was here and with what life she had left in her she pedaled her bike from suburb to suburb before stopping in a small town far enough away from where she was that she was happy to stay for more than a night, and that night turned into a week, then to a month, before she knew it, she had a small den built in an old security room by the train tracks, underneath a bridge somewhere.

On one particular day she found herself riding her bike down the same road she usually liked to go down as it was the quickest path to the nearest shopping center, however she found herself stopping at the front of an open garage, attached to a very nice home, one she knew well to belong to a grumpy old man in his 40s, Kyle Roscoe, but this time he was sitting in front of a car, cigarette hanging between his lips as he worked on the engine of an older 2008 HSV W427, it set off a spark in the young girls eyes and she found herself walking towards the man, despite having had a rough interaction with him before where she found herself ass planted on the curb, but now she was fearless, too caught in the car to really care. "Is she yours?" she asked softly, looking over the vehicle as she walked to the front door and opened it, "Yeah she is mine, get lost kid" he would retort before seeing her eyes light up the moment she sat in the drivers seat and set her hands on the steering wheel.

"Wheres your parents?" he asked, deciding not to destroy her fun just yet as she looked over the steering wheel to the engine, which was bare as the bonnet had been removed for easier access, "dead, but I can look after myself-" she stated confidently, ignoring him now as she hopped out and watched him fix the cooling system. "Well, you can't just show up on random strangers properties, you could get yourself hurt-" he berated, but she didn't flinch, merely watched him drop his wrench and get frustrated as he couldn't fix the hosing. "Replace the hose entirely cause if its split its completely done for Mr, and be careful, the lug nuts on your front left wheel are really loose, I saw the tire move when you leaned on the front of the car-" He went to say something but she was already riding off on her bicycle, leaving him dumbfounded that a child had upstaged him and saved him a lot of grief later with the tires.

From that point on she would stop to watch him work on his car for a good week before he started giving her food and then one night he told her to stay, taken aback by this young girls spunk and aggression, her passion for living her own life her own way. So he nicknamed her 'Nyx' the same Nickname he had given his late wife before she had passed, for Nyx was such a respected and feared goddess for her power and feminine beauty that not even Zeus would cross her, so he thought it fitting. From that point on he started raising her, getting her enrolled in school again and teaching her what he knew, when she turned 14 he allowed her into his true life's work, a gang, one he had been running since he himself had turned 14, She already knew the basics, petty thievery, vandalism and the rest but when he knew she was ready they taught her more, how to steal cars and how to break into ATMs, over time she started to show up the members of his gang and even himself at times, becoming a well loved member.

She spent the rest of her teenage years being arrested, sent to juvie, then doing more crime in a repeated loop, never letting anything settle her fire for life. When she had turned 18 however she was helping her adopted father with a massive drug deal in their warehouse before they were raided, holding the fort, 40 of their own members against 20 SWAT, by the end of it, she was left injured, cornered and out of bullets when her adopted father stood in the way of the officers and took the heavy fire so she didn't have to let her life end too quickly, watching yet another person she had been cared by in her life drop dead was something that turned her mind something dark, she never spoke when she was falsely charged for 17 counts of murder and multiple counts of assault, the cops had no one else to blame but her and two other of the gang members that were still alive, but because she had caused such a ruckus and such an issue they pinned 80% of it all onto her and not wanting to go against their higher ups, evidence of this corruption was buried, ignored and left behind as she was sentenced to life in prison.

Expected to be there until she died she was compliant, especially when 3 years into the sentence she was being transferred, but one slip up and she was out of the bus and on foot, running for miles and dodging bullets, she had one chance and she wasn't going to let it destroy her, especially now as she finally managed to lay low enough that she wasn't found, in the coming days she found some old connections of her fathers and decided to get a fake ID and move to America, where she prayed to be forgotten taking on the name Nyx Roscoe, after her adopted and only father. Her biggest teacher and closest family.

## Work

**-Stripper/Dancer at The VU**

**-Full time Criminal**

## Appearance

Nyx is a 5'8ft woman with a curvy yet toned build, usually dressed in something very punky or perhaps along the lines of 'streetwear', Pale blue feline like eyes and sharp angular features, always wearing a light mix of makeup whilst sporting a bold throat tattoo. Usually, more often than not, her dark gray hair is pulled back into multiple braids. most identifying is the massive cross tattoo on her back which she claims to have been done by none other than Kyle Roscoe himself, she refuses to tell much more to this story.

## Family

 Father
 Brother
 Sister
 Adopted Father

## Notes

Just some characteristic Notes for her:

* Hates Cops or anything Political
* Refuses to accept gifts/money if she has nothing to give back
* Isn't the best conversationalist if she doesn't know you
* Loves adrenaline and fast cars AKA, a speed demon from hell