Shelby/Hooks

Right place, Right time : Shelby's everywhere. Sewers, clubs, desert, Mexico. You name it and for some reason feel the need for errant explosions or delusions, hit me up and Shelby could come walking around the corner.

Homeless and lovin' it : Shelby calls the alley home, and in her more tender moments, will even add to the talk circling the burn-barrel and share a bite to eat. She's held in good regards with most of her ilk. "Shelby? Oh, Shake. Yeah she's alright. Get her talkin' about one of her theories you'll be there for an hour. But she's alright."

Penchant for Crime : There happens to be a couple of warrants out for a girl around 5 feet tall, with short blonde hair and tanned skin. Theft, 'B n E', vandalism, suspected gang affiliation. The works. The picture generated from witnesses coming in to give descriptions is about the vaguest drawing ever, though. Might actually be a guy.

In the Know : Streetwise 5, Area Knowledge 5- If something big's going down, or about to, more often than not she would be able to point a finger in the general direction. Or, more likely, just show up for the fireworks.

Music Soothes the Savage Beast : Shelby is a big music nut. She's into all kinds, and if you're in a band or just a local DJ at a club, she's probably heard and danced away to your stuff.

Canadian Terrorist. Eh? : A couple years back, a serial arsonist hit Toronto for months, then just vanished, never being caught.

We need guns. Lots of guns. : Shelby's making a break into the market, particularly the black one. She's networking, and so far her name's come across a few niches here and there; A reliable push for drugs, and a tighter lipped whisper says she's able to get her hands on 'Fireworks'.

Dynamic Duo: Shelby is rarely seen anymore without Vasili, her business-oriented partner. Big guy, 6ft worth of Russian in a decent suit. Really polite, willing to talk your ear off about nearly anything in that cosmopolitan sort of way. But he's Shelby's right hand man, diplomat, comrade-in-arms, PR...And sometimes babysitter.

Moving up in the world. 40G. : Anyone in the gang scene has heard of a new one perking up and encroaching on Prosperity-- The Shelbyville Saints. So far their colors have only staked claims to a few smaller areas, the biggest one being Washburn Recycling on the northern side of Prosperity, and their turf is expanding erratically-- different neighborhoods and locations around the city at what has to be random.

And upon request, soon to be coming to Prospect.

Prospect's very own Bazaar! : To be located in the Abandoned Apartments. Streetwise required, but please, come one, come all. It is known to be the property of one Shelby and her band of merry Saints, and it flies the flag of neutrality. If you come here, you are not fighting, you are buying. Broker your own deals after negotiating for your stall, have family-friendly 'shopping' RP, come to meet people or talk business in one of our modestly priced backrooms. It's everything, and anything, with the added bonus: security. We don't care who starts the shooting, but we guarantee we'll finish it!*

*this is not a money back guarantee.

Oh. And Fuck hats. Hats are for pussies.