Vance Myers

◖Name◗
Vance Myers
◖Age◗
36
◖Gender◗
Male
◖Species◗
Human
◖Social Class◗
Upper Class

◖Language◗
English and Russian
◖Pets◗
Has a small fluffy grey kitten named Vee.
◖Height◗
6'5
◖Weight◗
135IBs
◖Hair◗
Red head

◖Eyes◗
Green eyes
◖Typical attire◗
Casual attire: Tee-shirt, typically with wild writing on it and jeans and sneakers Mafia: Tux.
◖Personality◗
Kind, quiet, sweet, but dont mistake him, he will fight his enemies and serve the group he works for,
◖Likes◗
his kitten, cake, shopping, money
◖Dislikes◗
Strawberries-hes allergic, Traitors, Sleezy women

◖Talents◗
Shooting guns, juggling, lockpicking
He also has a knack for drawing.

◖Goals◗
To one day rise in the ranks and serve as the boss's right-hand man instead of being a mere soldier.
To find true love.

◖Strengths◗
Optimistic, confident, hard working.

◖Weakness's◗
Has a hot and firey temper, stubborn, gullible

◖Fears◗
Spiders, the dark (he sleeps with a nightlight to this day), oddly enough despite his wish for true love-he fears it. Hes scared of any flirting or anything like that.

◖Hobbies◗
Drawing, shopping, hanging with his cat and watching movies.

◖Regular Routine◗
Weekends and nights are free time unless its an emergency. Otherwise, he wakes early and performs his patrols where told too by his superiors, getting in the occasional fight with others.

◖Philosiphy of life◗
"Treat me well and I'll treat you better."
The text is longer

◖Attitude to death◗
"I'm not afraid to die, I just don't want to be there when it happens."

◖Religon◗
Catholic.

◖More painful memory◗
He once got captured and had to learn and make sure he kept his mouth shut. He was on the verge of giving in to mental torture when he was rescued. A cut was made on his face down his eye. His eye was saved, but a scar remained.

◖Education◗
collage, art major and business minor. Was then trained in combat by mafia group.