𝙺𝙽𝚄𝙲𝙺𝙻𝙴 𝚂𝙰𝙽𝙳𝚆𝙸𝙲𝙷

DESIRED CHARACTER.

i’ll be applying for THE GETAWAY DRIVER.

her parents gave her an ugly, stolen-from-the-bible name at birth, but her childhood nickname was angel—and that one stuck. after leaving home, angel found herself in the ballroom scene of new york, and was adopted into the iconic house of allure. though she’s left that family behind, their care has become a permanent staple on her life, as she chose a new passport with the name ANGEL ALLURE. it sounds somewhat much, but the extravagant name fits like a glove. there is and never will be anyone like her.

as for a codename, angel originally thought that shit was silly, told everyone to just call her angel. but while watching tv late at night, looney tunes was on—and she nearly shot out of her seat when the idea hit her. ROAD RUNNER, the perfect nickname for a getaway driver.

AGE, GENDER & SEXUALITY.

i put it in the requests section, but i would love to age the skeleton up to TWENTY-FIVE years old. i think it’s more in line with the faceclaim’s age, so i hope that would be alright. angel was born on APRIL 16TH, making her an aries moon and leo sun—which makes a lot of sense once you meet her. individuality, presence, loyalty, and creativity make up her core values, a perfect match in line with her birth chart.

aside from that, angel is a TRANS WOMAN, who uses she/her pronouns, though she’s okay with they/them as well. if you purposely misgender her though, she’ll kick your ass. though she is not 100% settled on sexuality—got the gender finally figured out, and now there’s that shit for her to think of too!—she currently id’s as BISEXUAL, and just generally does not feel very limited in her attraction to others.

HEADCANONS.

PERSONALITY. angel is what you’d call a damn good time. she’s always down for pranks or a party, anything that will make her laugh, or smile, or get really fucking high. she’s a bright ray of sunshine in a dark room, but every now and then, she’ll blind your eyes. angel might be fun, but angel is also incredibly reckless. she has no idea where it comes from, really—even back in her childhood, she was the type to set fires just for fun. she never fit into the perfect suburbia, she was always too different. but angel was never, ever ashamed of that difference, and fought to defend it. back at school, they tried picking on her, which was quickly met with a black eye—courtesy of angel. she found friends with the other outcasts and burnouts, picking up some of her worse traits from them. she just shines too bright sometimes, and that’s when even the outcasts and burnouts shy away.

there’s a different side to her as well, one that finds more comfort in darkness. spending a year and a half as a homeless, trans teenager in new york city will do that to you. angel did a lot of bad shit to get through those years, and it still haunts her every now and then. sometimes certain things set her off without reason, and angel decides to storm off instead of explaining. she’s also not exactly fit for “work” during her darker days, considering pills and booze are her best friends on those.

most people assume angel not to be all too clever, and sometimes that’s definitely correct. she has a tendency to speak before thinking, leading to stupid comments and questions literally all the time. it’s also probably why her smarts surprise people, because it’s not just the expected street smarts—she’s got book smarts as well. being raised in upper middle class bliss, with parents paying a... not-so-modest sum for private school, angel is pretty damn well-educated. if she hadn’t been kicked out of her parents home and after that, school, she would’ve likely gotten into some good colleges too. mostly, she loves art, both historically and creatively. which likely will pay off fantastically in art heists.

EARLY YEARS. angel was the black sheep of a good, christian household. her parents loved dragging her along to their megachurch, almost as much as they loved hitting her on the head with a bible once she misbehaved again. she was a good child, really—but in the early teenage years, it was like a switch had flipped. there was no reason behind it, nothing specific that set her off the way it did. she just stopped behaving according to their rules one day, and fucking hell, they were pissed about it. angel wanted to wear lipstick to school, angel yelled at her math teacher, angel got called into the principal’s office because she (allegedly!) had started an illegal enterprise selling cigarettes on school grounds.

it seemed that the more her parents argued with her about things, the worse angel’s misbehavior became. and over the years, she became a true problem child—and proud of it too! the entire town they lived in talked about her, she was the shame of their family, a disgrace to their community—and also very proud of that! her parents deployed all kinds of attempts to punish her, but they only incentivized her to get revenge.

arguably, it wasn’t even angel coming out as trans that caused them to kick her out. she’d been secretly getting hormone replacement treatments for months (thank god for the illegal cigarette money) and was pretty sure they noticed what was going on, but decided to stay silent as long as she was. when she finally spoke the words to them though, it was like a culmination of everything she’d ever done. angel was kicked out of the house with nothing but the shirt off her back, spending the next year homeless on new york city streets. it wasn’t until she first started coming to the balls, where a loving house mother took pity on her and gave her a spot on her couch, that things had finally started looking up for angel again.

TALENT. after some expensive driving lessons, angel’s parents decided to trust her with a car for her sixteenth birthday. they thought—hoped—it would teach her some responsibility. and that way neither of them had to drive her to school every morning (god forbid a child of their family was seen taking the bus like poor folk), so win-win. or not, considering she totalled it about two weeks after that—on purpose, a white mercedes benz felt like it belonged to the tiffany’s and mckayleigh’s of the world, not her. she was always a decent driver, even enjoyed the ride, but it wasn’t until years later that she truly picked it up again.

before her run as street racer, angel payed the bills with drag. it allowed her to pay rent to her house mother, and to feel like a true woman even if she didn’t have the means to pay for surgery quite yet. with her extravagant, flamboyant personality, strong stage presence, and surprising dance skills, drag was a great place for her. it allowed her to truly become angel, to transform mentally before she could do so physically. but fucking hell, she wanted to do so physically. angel suffered from intense feelings of gender dysphoria, and knew she had to find another way than drag to pay her way through transitioning.

she was approached for delivery first. they told her to just drive to harlem, where they’d take a package out of the truck and she would get paid five hundred dollars as soon as she got back. angel didn’t ask what was in the packages, but she knew damn well what she was doing. as she drove deliveries, she found fun ways to escape from police notice. little sneak routes, some creative manoeuvring. it paid enough for her to get the surgery, and after that—angel wanted out. this time, though, the joy of being behind the wheel stayed with her. she found herself anxiously awaiting the next time she had reason to drive somewhere (gas money is fucking expensive, so she couldn’t waste any), speeding even when she was perfectly on time.

her first race was a reckless decision. she pulled her old, busted car into their sight and got laughed off. of course she didn’t win in that busted piece of trash either, but she got second place—very impressive for someone who’d never raced before. one of the sponsors pulled her over, said he’d get her a proper car, as long as he could get half of what she won for the next five months. and angel won a lot.

after her second crash, her house mother kicked angel out. it was an act of love on her part, telling angel to pick between reckless driving or a place in their family. she just never expected angel to be so addicted to the thrill that she would choose the former. but she had enough money now for an apartment, and angel didn’t look back. racing became an integral part of her life, which rapidly became ridden with crime in general. she hung out with big league criminals, partied with dealers, hooked up with thieves (bad decision, this one—she always woke up the next day with at least something missing from her apartment).

angel was too good at driving, really. she won races so often that other drivers felt cheated, saying ‘this young bitch must be fucking the ref’—earning a kick in the balls from angel, but causing her to be banned from the bigger races nonetheless. it was horribly unfair, but what could she do, launch a complaint to the illegal street racing committee? once the opportunity to join the crew came along, angel was pushing on desperate again, barely scraping by. she may have ditched her faith once she got kicked out of the house, but angel truly felt like this had been a blessing straight from fucking god himself. and damn right, he owed her one.

PLOT POINTS.

MORE THAN JUST. i’d love for angel to be pushed into a role that wasn’t just driving for once, as someone realizes she’s not just a demon behind the wheel. i noted that she loves art history as well, so it would be interesting to have that connect somehow. i also noted that she’s remarkably well-educated for a formerly homeless teen, which could also definitely be brought into play. angel kind of pigeonholed herself into being a getaway driver, it is where she feels most comfortable—so she’s rarely going to step outside that box. it would be very interesting to play her in a different capacity, one where she’s forced to step away from what she knows, what she feels safe in, and do more.

ACCIDENTAL FUCKUPS. i love the connection with the weapons specialist, and the promise of revenge that comes with it as well. angel, in all her recklessness, would just not realize she’d fucked up and left them behind. and quite honestly, it could just as easily happen again. i think it could go a lot of ways, honestly—depending on the other mun. either angel recognizes her mistake, or she pulls it again, and gets a served vengeance with a side of bacon for breakfast. with her reckless behavior, there need to be consequences sometimes, and hopefully angel will learn from them.

PAST MISTAKES. angel’s been through a lot of shit, really. she’s had many interactions with both organized crime and the police department, and likely doesn’t have the best reputation everywhere. however, she does have a ton of connections which serve her really well. but just once, i’d like to see her pull on the wrong thread. she’s left behind some more dangerous relationships, including when she ran “packages”, and i can imagine it’s going to get her—or even the crew—into trouble at some point.

CHARACTER INTERVIEW.

what made you initially join the crew and accept the offer?

“the doc, probably,” angel replied, words sounding somewhat slurred with the lollipop stuck in their mouth. she refused to take it out, it was cherry-flavored, and the last of her stash—so she intended to enjoy it to the fullest, conversation or no. “i was doin’ races, back then. but the big leagues didn’t like me much, so i was stuck in the small time ones. they pay small time cash, too.” shrugging, she leaned against the wall, wiggling her leg—phantom pains from former sores, that turned her memories into a strange, fake bit of hurt instead. “and the competitors were nasty, you know. led by desperation instead of exhilaration.” her voice was a little softer at the last part, knowing she, too, had been desperate. “doc bandaged me up, told me about, y’know—” angel gestured around her. “all of this. i doubted for a while though, but the promise of fighting big time capitalism through crime... i couldn’t resist such a sexy idea.”

how far would you go for the crew?

“i’m loyal, but for a long time, i had to focus on only myself to survive. couldn’t put anyone in front of myself.” there was a sad tone to angel’s words. she hadn’t liked being that person, refusing to help others. despite her... deviation from the path her parents walked, she was raised to be a fucking good samaritan! “now i’m just readjusting, i guess. i’m always down to help out others, but in the spur of the moment—i don’t know, my mind still slips sometimes. call it survivor’s instinct?”

what would you say is your greatest strength you bring to the table? on the other hand, what is your biggest flaw?

“oh, i see this is the therapy session. when i used to go for job applications, saying ‘my biggest flaw is my perfectionism and refusal to relax’ always worked like a fuckin’ charm. then they figured out i was a force of chaos who loved sleeping on the job, and out the door i went.” angel let out a laugh at the thought of those red faced managers, telling her off. it never helped much that she couldn’t keep herself from giggling whenever they tried scolding her—but how could you blame her when they looked so damn funny?! “outside of a job interview though, i’d say my greatest strength would be my creativity, and my biggest flaw my recklessness. you see, i have a tendency to get into trouble—but with that comes a doctorate degree in ways to get out of it again.”

what are your thoughts on being the good guy now?