Junction

*"What’s about to happen is just me blowin’ off some steam, hope you understand…"*

- Junction about to crack some skulls.

Junction. Of course it isn’t his real name, but at this point it’s the one everyone knows him by. He’s renowned as a popular anarchist and a mercenary for hire in the Gray Zone just trying to make a bigger name for himself, and to find his long-lost foster siblings.

## Appearance

Overall, looks worse for wear. 6’2” in height with short, messy and unkempt white hair with bangs long enough to hang over his eyebrows. He’s got sharp, yet sleepless eyes that are dark red in color. Has a couple cuts from scrapes he’s gotten into with others. Tall with very fair skin and a slim, muscular build. Doesn’t care much about how he presents his face. Carries a stop sign he ripped out of the ground himself before carving an axe out of it. He’s capable of swinging it around almost effortlessly with two hands.

Almost always wearing a black, sleeveless studded vest with a gray hoodie underneath, sleeves rolled up. and a pair of torn blue jeans that roll down to ankle-high gray and white sneakers. His jacket has a pair of buttons on it and he wears white handwraps.

## Personality

He’s known for leaving a bad taste in people’s mouths the first time that they meet him, as his general impression is of an insufferable, cocky foul-mouth with an itch for fighting. He’s considered a criminal by some and he knows it. And while yes, he *can* be a complete jerkass, if you can manage to stick around him for long enough you’ll find out that most of it is a rough exterior molded from his time alone in the Gray Zone. He cares deeply for the ones who he can call family, and is willing to put himself on the line for their safety.

His mentality on the job is a very simple one; That the customer is king. Whether it be as a bodyguard, a contract killer, or even just as an intel gatherer, Junction takes his line of work very seriously- which means not letting his morals get the better of him. In his eyes a job’s a job, and he’ll do just about anything to get some cash for information and to keep up his reputation… Not to mention his time in the Gray Zone has made him an effective brawler and the occasional killer.

Thanks to a rough and tumble childhood in foster homes, he’s got a soft spot for kids (especially orphans), and will react almost completely differently when left alone with one. Any unredeeming qualities of his seem to vanish, and he’ll keep them safe until they reach a haven or someone else can take care of them for him. Some have noted this about Junction, almost as if he’s trying to make up for something.

## Abilities

As expected, Junction’s fighting style is that of an full-frontal assault with his sign, and he’s able to swing it around with incredible strength to a point where bystanders have warned people to ‘not hesitate to run from him’. Oftentimes Junction will explain that his body is simply acting on its own, although he has proven to be an extremely intelligent and strategic character when it comes to fighting. While he doesn’t necessarily anticipate his opponents with strategies of his own before he starts swinging, he does analyze the weaknesses of whoever he’s fighting to help him win. His moves with his weapon range from swings, chops, jabs (with both ends), and smacking people in the face with the actual sign portion. The sign axe can also be used as a crude shield against melee weapons, but it won’t stop a gun.

## Backstory

Junction’s odds of being great were always against him. His parents had fled Britain while his mother was still pregnant with him, looking to pursue the American dream. As a newborn, he was often neglected by his parents as they were both working two jobs, until the two of them were arrested for illegal immigration. The only thing he could remember were the screams from his parents, calling out the name of their son as they were pried away from him. After that, he was put into foster care- the most hellish years of his life. The path of foster homes was one filled with torment, as Junction had an unlucky streak of being placed in nasty and abusive homes, never staying in one place for too long.

Not too long after his seventeenth birthday, Junction was placed in his worst foster home yet. His bed- no, his cot- was shoved into a damp, disgusting basement with the rest of his foster siblings. The couple running the place constantly fought, and in the nighttime, they could all hear them screaming at each other through the thin floorboards. Sometimes it would end when their voices gave out, and sometimes things got violent between the two. They were so caught up in their marriage problems that they expected Junction and the others to fend for themselves, with not a thought being provided for them or their well beings. Junction, being the oldest foster, was also expected to cook dinner for the family every night, take care of the grounds, and watch over the youngest siblings.

Junction found himself in a constant mental exhaustion, overwhelmed and emotionally drained. And yet, because of all of these responsibilities, he had determined that he was perfectly able to take care of himself. He swore that the day that he turned eighteen he would step away from the life he was pursuing and provide for himself- though he’d soon find out things wouldn’t turn out that way.

One afternoon, the boy got into a heated argument with his foster parents. The man who he never considered a father slammed Junction against the cabinets, slowly choking him out. As the cruel world around him began to fade from his eyes, Junction snapped, striking his foster father in the abdomen with his knee and slamming his head against the corner of the kitchen counter, killing him. Stepping away from the scene he had created in horror, Junction knew it was now or never to make a getaway. With nothing but the clothes on his body, the young man headed for the hills, filled with the guilt of abandoning his siblings.

After making his getaway, Junction spent a few months wandering around the Gray Zone on his own. He comforted himself in the fact that he wasn’t cooped up in some cramped house anymore, finally the only one responsible for himself and his well-being. Because of his adaptations he developed as a foster child, Junction was able to keep himself safe at such a young age whilst also converting to a life of crime.

In the present, Junction is now twenty-one years old, and has really come into his own within the Gray Zone. Known amongst others as a bit of an anarchist, he’s made quite the name for himself through mugging, ransacking, and trashing buildings in an attempt to gain more traction in his mercenary work. He hopes that one day, with enough money and information, he’ll be able to reunite with his long-lost foster siblings, and to give them a better life outside of the Gray Zone.

## Relationships (WIP)

* Amber:

Even if the Crimson and Junction are nearly two polar opposites, they do have one major thing in common; Being soldiers of fortune. The two have worked a handful of missions together, the sign-wielding maniac on the front lines while Amber does recon. While they make an effective team, Junction tends to downplay how quiet she always is, which has nearly gotten him shot in the past.

* Clemmins:

You know the saying looks can be deceiving? Clemmins lives by those words. Wearing a fancy kempt turquoise suit, this guy can cause some serious destruction with his explosives. While in the outskirts of the Gray Zone tagging a building, Junction was interrupted by the demo expert, who wanted to challenge the anarchist to a duel. The battle was shorthanded as Junction came out on top, though he decided to stay in touch with Clemmins because of their similar goals and banter, and they see each other as friendly rivals. If Junction ever needs to find Clemmins, the sounds of explosions ought to give a good sense of where he is.

* Knight:

In the middle of a night of bar-hopping, Junction had found himself in a surprisingly classy bar... Well, as classy as seedy poor-lighted boozers can get. Of course, the man stood out from the crowd, although he wasn’t the only odd man out. Near the back of the bar stood Knight, wearing a leather jacket and a gas mask. Despite Junction’s intentions to stay unbothered, it wouldn’t be long before the two got to know each other when a fight broke out amongst the crowd. Nowadays the two have a bit of a dysfunctional friendship, mainly because of their contradicting lines of work, however Junction appreciates his ability to put up a fight.

* Sasha "Sashima" & Aika:

There’s a lot of kids in the Gray Zone that have been abandoned by their parents, though it’s not everyday you find someone substituting themselves as a guardian anymore. For this reason, Junction has some serious respect for Sasha. He’ll frequently run into the vigilante out in the open, but oftentimes she’s the one getting the jump on him for a brawl. While the two are on decent terms, he doesn’t tend to stick around long when Sasha is accompanied by the little girl due to her increased intensity around him.

## Trivia/Future Ideas:

* Has a British Cockney accent.
* Avid smoker.
* Fantastic survivalist.
* His favorite food is beef wellington.
* Almost exclusively listens to bad punk and ska.
* Has a weakness for chamomile but won't admit it.
* When making breakfast, he pours milk first, *then* cereal.
* Surprisingly, doesn’t have his driving license.