Mob Boss // Caleb Sinclair

[Caleb Sinclair]

CALEB SINCLAIR

Real Name: Caleb Solomon Sinclair
Age: twenty-nine
Gender: male
Rank: civilian
Affiliations: his gang as soon as I think of a name
Canon/OC: OC
Face Claim: Saints Row - Protagonist
Other Characters: Captain Cold, Weather Wizard, Pied Piper

Appearance:

The Mob Boss and Civilian
Caleb is a Caucasian male with dark brown eyes full of ideas and roguish charm, and short, dark brown hair he gels back and keeps well styled. He has a particular appearance he likes to keep and a style he possessively calls his own, though most would joke the unshaven look he often favours is simply being too lazy to get out the razor. He says such people just don't know what ruggishly good looks are.

Underneath his styles and clothes is a strong build, and more muscle than one might expect at a first look. His muscle is a lean kind, but cut enough to take hits and dish 'em back just as hard. At the same time, however, there are plenty of people with broader shoulders and broader chests than he has. He doesn't mind about that, though.

If it wasn't already obvious: Caleb takes good care of himself, and that also applies to his sense in fashion. This boy knows what's hot at the moment, and knows what looks good and what colours suit him best. He tends to favour a classy casual kind of style, sunglasses, aviators, suit jackets or bomber jackets. Really, his clothes depend on how he wants to present at the time, but they're always stylish.

Personality:

That Damn Arrogance
Caleb can be quite endearing to those who know him. He can also be incredibly grating. If you asked him, however? He would say there was plenty to love and that anyone who doesn't has the problem. He's pretty damn convinced he's awesome personified, in fact. Whether this arrogance is his true opinion of himself or another part of his sardonic humour, however, is difficult to tell.

The Loyal Soldier
Caleb is an incredibly loyal individual and would take a bullet for any of his crew, but, at the same time, he would become damn furious if any of his crew thought to do the same for him. He is far from naive. He knows people die, especially on the streets. That doesn't mean he cares to see it happen to those he knows, however. He especially doesn't want to see it happen because of him.

Snark in Spades
There is rarely a moment when wit isn't on the tip of this boy's tongue. He is as quick with sarcasm and snark as he is with a gun, and there are those that would consider his humour just as dangerous. Word to the wise, though? Be wary if he doesn't have a joke or questionably clever remark at the ready.

Laidback and Casual
Caleb appears quite down to earth and possesses a casual attitude towards the violence and gang activities he sees every day, as well as a rather optimistic view on his survivability and the success rate of certain operations, even when it looks like the entire day might go to maggots. His optimism isn't unlimited, of course, but it takes quite a lot before he'll mutter a quiet 'fuck my life.' 

Questionably Sociopathic
Then again that attitude might come from how he could be a borderline sociopath. He isn't about to harm animals or children, but he does have a terribly casual outlook on murder and tends to shrug his shoulders when civilians outside the thug life have come to harm. He isn't a terrorist, however. He doesn't go out of his way to harm random people, either. He just doesn't care if they are harmed. He pretty much considers himself the charming rogue character in a party. 

Surprisingly Compassionate
While he won't weep for strangers, those he considers stupid or those who were simply in the wrong place at the wrong time, he is compassionate towards his crew and friends. If they're upset he feels it, and usually wants to fix such bad feelings in anyway he can. Even if all he can do is sit and listen. He can also be rather accommodating when it comes to his friends' interests, even when he's not the least bit interested. He doesn't promise it won't be obvious when he's not interested, though.

Pretty Damn Protective
Protective of his crew, his friends, and those he'd call family, nothing can trigger his temper like endangering those he cares about. This is one of the only things that can break through his normally casual and almost optimistic nature, and reveal the dangerous man that lurks beneath his disarming attitude.

A Retaliatory Bastard
Remember how he's protective and how targeting those he cares about is a bad idea? This is why. Hell has no fury like a man who believes in the law of retaliation, and Caleb fully believes in a tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye, and most importantly a life for a life.

Incredibly Streetwise
Caleb knows the streets like he knows the back of his hand, and has been a part of the gang scene since he was 'a kid'. He started at the bottom rung of the ladder, was the kid who was new and filled with nervous energy, and now he's the adult who has settled quite nicely into himself and his role as the new boss.

A Charismatic Leader
Despite his faults, his humour, and his casual approach to most life threatening situations, Caleb is a charismatic leader. He has his head in the right place, and can give a mighty fine talk when it comes right down to it. He doesn't act like the hardarsed mob boss most might expect from his kind of lifestyle, but he knows what he's doing.

And a Bit of a Nerd
Caleb is a mob boss, a self-proclaimed badarse, and a bit of a nerd when it comes to fashion and seventies and eighties music. So it isn't uncommon to find the latest fashion magazine open on his coffee table or thrown into the back of his car, or to hear old songs blaring through his music player rather than hardcore gangster rap or whatever song is at the top of the charts.

Powers:

Absolutely None
Unless you include an uncanny ability to piss people off, make his crew give him that look, and make jokes at the most inappropriate times as special powers. 

Abilities:

Natural Born Leader
There's a lot people can claim about Caleb, but they can't claim he's a bad leader. He might decide that the most insane, potentially suicidal ideas are an excellent plan on occasion, but that doesn't mean he doesn't know how to lead. He knows how to use his crew and their strengths, and always keeps their capabilities in mind. He doesn't risk people and their safety lightly.

Weapon Proficiency
An expert marksman and weaponry technician, Caleb knows his way around firearms. If it shoots bullets Caleb knows how to use it. He knows how to use it if it shoots rockets too, but rocket launchers can be pretty difficult to get his hands on. So can grenade launchers for that matter. It's a bit of a shame, really.

Expert Street Brawler
Well built and quick on his feet, Caleb has a fair physique for hand to hand combat. It isn't just in his build, however. He also has the training to back it up, and is an excellent martial artist. He doesn't partake in ninja shenanigans like many of the masked heroes do, but he is a trained fighter with plenty of experience in dirty brawling. Expect crotch shots.

Defensive Driving
Caleb is a very skilled driver, and has built plenty of experience through practice and defensive driving classes. He can drive both an automatic and a manual, and doesn't have too much trouble adapting to any car he might find himself in possession of. He is also a skilled motorcyclist.

Devil's Luck
This isn't a true ability, but a lot of people could argue that Caleb has the Devil's Luck. It would certainly explain a couple of things; like how he manages to survive the crazy circumstances he often finds himself in, and how he hasn't managed to get himself too badly injured yet. He also hasn't been carted off to the jail house yet, despite his criminal dealings and how things tend to blow up around him.

Graphic and Fashion Design
Caleb is secretly an incredibly skilled and artistic designer.

Equipment:

Lots of Guns
Caleb always carries a handgun on him, but he has other guns available when he needs them. He just keeps them stashed in various safe houses until the day he might need a shotgun, a sub-machine gun, or something equally more destructive. He doesn't have a single licence for any of them, either. Legalities? Screw that.

Smartphone
The most sophisticated piece of tech Caleb knows how to work. This phone holds the numbers of all his crew, his various contacts across the city, his contacts outside the city, and a couple of useful apps such as GPS. He also has Angry Birds on it. And a couple dating sim games. He'd never admit to the dating sims.

Contacts
His contacts deserve their own mention, because these are the people that get Caleb his guns. And his cars. And off the record medical attention. And any and everything else he or his crew might need.

Weaknesses:

Human Physiology
Though able to defend himself and difficult to keep down thanks to that damn luck, Caleb is just a normal person. He bleeds red, his bones can break, and bullet wounds hurt like a bitch. He can die like any normal man.

His Friends and Crew
Despite how he's the boss of the gang, and should be, you know, kept alive if possible, Caleb would take a bullet for any of the people he is close to. He doesn't much care about the rules of leadership when his friends are in trouble. At the same time, if any of his friends are hurt, he develops tunnel vision focused on paying back whoever hurt them.

Most Advance Technology
Though reluctant to admit it, Caleb is pretty technologically impaired. He can can use his phone without fumbling, and the same goes for general computer use and hooking up game consoles, but anything more complicated? He can't get his head around it.

Devil's Luck. Again.
Remember that luck? Well, it's a bit of a double edged sword. While it has allowed Caleb to avoid massive injury with some of the stunts he pulls, it has also landed him in some unique and massive kinds of trouble. He's always found his way out of it, but not without swearing.

Knife Play
It deserves a mention that Caleb is utter rubbish at knife play.

History:

Caleb shares little about his childhood and old home life, but there are some tidbits he doesn't care if he lets slip: he didn't start on the streets, he didn't take part in the thug life until he was a couple years older than sixteen, and he doesn't care much about his father. He went to high school and even collage, and he was eighteen when he started getting mixed up in gang activity. That's as much as his closest friends know.

What everyone doesn't know, however? He studied design at collage, and had typically high grades in all his projects. His collage funds were paid with what money he earned through the gang. He is incredibly fashion conscious. And he actually did graduate; many believe he must have dropped out because of how involved he became with the thug life, but that isn't the case.  

Instead of leaving the gang and pursuing design as an occupation, however, the people he had met drew him deeper into that street lifestyle. Over the years he gained a reputation, rose through the ranks, and eventually found himself in the position to lead. Which he did and still does. He wouldn't be nearly as invested in the lifestyle as he is, however, if not for the crew and people he's devoted himself to.

He's pretty much at his happiest right now.

RP Sample:

{a reply to Hikaru Fukui's sample}

Well, so much for that car. It was a shame but they didn't have time to cuss out the cops, 'cause the police were still shootin' and and Caleb wasn't all that interested in the jail house or tasting lead. He wasn't too interested in playing princess, either, but that seemed to happen on occasion anymore. He'd have to pout at Hikaru for it later.

"Over there he says." Caleb snorted, climbed from the car and slid over the bonnet, making a break for the door as soon as his feet hit the road. Hikaru had it open, and he was right behind the other man, kicking the door shut as soon as he was inside. "I'll have to pick out petticoats for you later, princess, he implies." And it looked like he'd decided to snark, rather than pout about it.

He couldn't deny that getting the hell out of dodge was the better option, though. He might have nothing against shooting cops, but there was a lot more of them and he only had a handgun on him. His second didn't have a larger gun on him right now, either. It was another thing that was a bit of a shame in just the span of a couple of minutes. Seemed they were on a bit of a roll, huh?

What the hell kind of place had they ducked into, anyway? He dread to think, considering the screaming. The last time he'd heard screaming like that was when he had to duck through a Justin Beiber concert to avoid trouble, and he'd walked away from that feeling like he needed to have a shower or shoot the singer. Possibly both.

Caleb shuddered at the memory and moved to follow Hikaru. He blinked when he saw what was on stage. It wasn't some kid who sounded like his balls hadn't dropped, at least? No, he could clearly see these were all very masculine, very healthy males. Strippers, actually. And then there was Hikaru. Caleb's gaze might have dropped to his friend's lap when he spoke about having better. "You gonna prove that to these ladies or is that a spoiler?"

[Miss Gsptlsnz]

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