𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬.

FUNDAMENTALS.

full name ; ross alexander bancroft.

gender + pronouns ; cis male + he / him.

current age ; thirty-seven.

date of birth ; september 1st, 1982.

zodiac sign ; virgo.

height ; 6 foot, 2 inches.

eye colour ; blue.

hair colour ; blonde.

place of birth ; manhattan, new york.

current residence ; montreal, canada.

neighbourhood ; ville-marie.

orientation ; heterosexual + heteroromantic.

religion ; roman catholic.

education ; columbia university ( he was studying law but dropped out in his second year. )

occupation ; bouncer for le luxure.

affiliation + position ; the ivory syndicate + underboss.

parents ; alexander and katherine bancroft ( both deceased. )

negative traits ; cunning, unfeeling, arrogant, cynical, and temperamental.

positive traits ; astute, debonair, adroit, resolute, and adept.

moral alignment ; true neutral.

temperament ; choleric.

intelligence type ; interpersonal.

spoken languages ; english, french, german, and russian.

BACKGROUND.

trigger warnings ; mention of a car accident, death, domestic violence, mention of drugs, violence, mention of a blade, mention of stabbing, mention of blood, and murder.

Born into a world of tenderness and light, Ross Bancroft’s arrival into this universe was a moderately placid one. The instant he opened his bright blue eyes to the world, he was a cherished and adored baby boy. This was how the young boy assumed his life would continue to play out: showered with affection and admiration, given endless love and support by both of his parents. With his father, Alexander Bancroft, being a renowned criminal lawyer and his mother, Katherine Bancroft, an equally as esteemed neurosurgeon, the Bancroft family were respected, affluent and forefront in their community. Always hosting charity events, attending fancy galas, prominent figures at every fundraiser, the Bancroft’s seemed as normal as just about any aristocratic Manhattan-based family. One might just say that Ross was destined for greatness, primed for success. Of course, all eyes of the extended Bancroft family were on the boy; watching and waiting to see how his story would unfold. Would he follow his father’s footsteps? Or his mother’s? The idea of him paving his own path had failed to cross the minds of them all.

From a young age, Ross had been incredibly intelligent and adept, his keen perception proving to extremely surpass that of his age. He was able to captivate others with both his appearance and his capabilities. Those in his company hung off his every word, often discovering themselves enthralled by a charming and sincere young boy. Regardless of his family’s secured position in society and their abundance of riches, Ross never looked for much more than their approval and their devotion. It is perhaps this fact alone that makes the next chapter in his’ life one of those unbearable moments that seem to live on for the rest of eternity, an emotion so overwhelming it lingers in your bones until the end of time; rattling them every so often to remind you of the pain. The tenth instalment in the story of Ross’ life is what he would nowadays refer to as the beginning of the end. All of the light and love he had encountered throughout his life up until that point had only been leading him to the tragedy and devastation that would prevail from that day henceforth. The night that Ross had been sat down by his mother and told that his father had met his fatal end in a horrific car accident was the same night that Ross lost a piece of himself. A seven-year-old boy endured his first heartbreak then. And, unfortunately, the torment refused to cease. Ross’ existence prior to the horrendous atrocity that altered the very fabric of his nature endured for what would now seem to him a fleeting period in time. Yet, throughout those seven years of normalcy, every transient second aided in concocting the basis for all that was to come.

Within the span of a single year, Katherine had found herself in the clutches of what Ross would grow to describe as a vulture; a man of a lower class who latched onto his mother, leeching off her riches while abusing her in the process. Soon, this man, Nicholas Carmichael, became Ross’ stepfather and things only dipped further south afterwards. The man drank copious amounts of liquor, ran around behind Katherine’s back, smacked at Ross for defending his mother and the list went on. He manipulated Katherine, made her pick a side, tore her relationship with Ross asunder. Nicholas was indeed an angry, offhand man who often resorted to acts of violence toward both Katherine and Ross. During this time, and within the blink of an eye, Ross turned hostile and indifferent. It was as if he had transformed into a polar opposite version of what he’d always been; metamorphosing into an alternate version of his old self. Once a sheltered child who knew nothing but warmth and consideration, Ross was soon neglected, discarded and left to fend for himself. It was enough to turn him into a colder, less vibrant boy who soon became void of emotion and attachment. He picked fights with his stepfather for the sheer kick he got out of it, rebelled against his mother and found his once soft heart hardening as a result of years of enduring torment at the hands of Nicholas.

Unfortunately for Ross, he’d stepped out of line one too many times and aged eleven, he found himself sent off to an all-boys boarding school. In one way, he was thankful to be shot of the horrid creature who claimed to be his stepfather. Yet, on the other hand, he spent sleepless nights worried about the mortality of his mother. All in all, though, his time spent in the educational facility was a positive one. He made friends, excelled in all of his classes and extracurriculars. For the years that Ross boarded at the college, his life seemed to be steering him down the right path. Once he graduated, he’d decided to follow the same path as his father: criminal law. He felt it was the right thing to do in order to honour his father. Ross wound up attending Columbia University where he resided in a dorm, visiting his mother on the weekends. However, as all good things do, they come to an end. In Ross’ case, his few years of bliss and contentedness arrived at a rather abrupt halt, taking a severe nosedive. He was nineteen when he learned of his mother’s passing and, ultimately, lost control of himself and of his path in life. He dropped out of university, moved back home and spent many months alone and aimless; desperate to find answers behind his mother’s suspicious death. Of course, Nicholas was nowhere to be seen. He hadn’t even had the decency to show his face at Katherine’s funeral. One thing was for sure, though: he’d walked off into the sunset with the Bancroft fortune, presumably never to be seen again. The details outlined in Katherine’s autopsy report had been vague and nobody seemed willing to help Ross in his search for answers. Though that did little to deter him from continuing to hunt for the truth behind his mother’s death. Without a shadow of doubt in his mind, Ross knew deep down that Nicholas had been responsible but with no evidence, the idea of justice being served seemed to drift further and further out of reach.

Eventually, after years of fighting and persisting with his mission, Ross was able to uncover concealed elements of Nicholas’ background. As it turned out, the man was involved in gang activity and played a prime roll in drug trafficking throughout the city of New York. Though, still failing to get his hands on any kind of proof of Nicholas’ involvement in Katherine’s murder, a twenty-three-year-old Ross began to ponder if he should continue down this road. Tracking down his stepfather had consumed Ross whole, rotting him from the insides out. For so long he’d been holding onto an immense amount of resentment and wrath that he’d become bitter, hostile and obsessed. He knew it would only end in disaster if he continued to cling onto his vendetta and so for the following year, Ross pressed pause on seeking the truth. At least, until he’d happened upon a new lead that indeed confirmed his assumptions about Nicholas’ role in Katherine’s death. This was the break that Ross had been desperate for, the fuel that added flames to the fire within his belly. With new information and a penchant for revenge, he set off on his previously abandoned purpose.

Admittedly, it had taken Ross months to successfully unearth the exact location of Nicholas and when he did, he wasn’t entirely sure what to do with the information. Still, he set off for Montreal with plans of confronting the man. Part of Ross wanted nothing more than to make his stepfather suffer, to subject Nicholas to torture as appalling as what Katherine had undoubtedly endured. Another part of him wanted to reveal all the little details he’d uncovered, to tell him he knew what he’d done and watch his stepfather wince in objection and pathetically string one faux apology after another. Neither of these scenarios played out in the end. Instead, Ross’ first encounter with Nicholas after all this time had an entirely different outcome than he’d anticipated. Managing to tail the older man to The Luxure, Ross decided to linger around outside in the hopes that Nicholas would make an appearance. As fate would have it, only a mere hour had passed and there he was, leaving the building alone, having been removed from the vicinity for hassling one of the exotic dancers. As Nicholas made his way to the back of the club, Ross followed in the shadows. Stood at the edge of the establishment to watch his stepfather from afar, Ross considered the endless possibilities that had entered his mind the second he set eyes on the man who’d destroyed his life.

When Ross eventually approached his stepfather, the look that claimed Nicholas’ face was one of incalculable shock and Ross couldn’t help but feel a twisted sense of pride in how his sheer presence brought about such dismay in the other man. He had to admit though, that it sent a strange twinge of nostalgia mixed together with dejection down the length of his spine. Ross had a collection of cruel words and obscenities he so desperately wanted to hurl the older man’s way. Alternatively, he opted for asking a question that had been haunting his warped mind for almost a decade. “Tell me, Nicholas. Why did you do it? Why did you murder my mother?” The inquiry almost made the other male tumble out of his shell even after he admitted that yes, he had been the one to end Katherine’s life and lacked even a shred of remorse. There was something in Nicholas’ blasé tone of voice that triggered an immediate rage deep within the pit of Ross’ stomach, bubbling and bubbling away, rising up and up until the only colour he could see was red and unfortunately for Nicholas, he was on the receiving end of Ross’ explosion. Moving in a flash, before he knew it, Ross was invading Nicholas’ personal space and the small blade he had been carrying was sunk into Nicholas’ abdomen.

Finally, once Ross had recoiled and his fists that had been balled into the fabric of Nicholas’ jacket eventually unfurled, his azure eyes took in the sight of the elder man’s towering figure collapse to the ground beneath him. Dropping his gaze to his hands, Ross noticed the way that the colour slowly began flowing back into his knuckles that had been white from the thin skin stretching tightly over the protruding bones. Flipping over his uncurled palms, Ross noted the way his hands trembled only marginally less than he expected they would be. It was the shrieking resonating in his ears that brought him to divert his attention toward Nicholas who was writhing around on the ground as a result of his suffering and loss of blood. Ross knew he had to get out of there, he had to leave before he’d give anyone the chance to flock toward the screams and clap their eyes on his guilty face. As he backed away, watching the actions of his decision unfold, the feeling inside his gut was different than he imagined it would be. He had made the decision to kill Nicholas, there and then in the heat of the moment and it was a gradual and torturous death. A death inflicted by him deliberately, no matter the fact it wasn’t premeditated. Lacking the desire to stick around and witness Nicholas’ final screech, Ross ran and before he even had the chance to allow any sort of repentance to seep into his body for what he’d just done, a gathering of men stepped out of a dark alleyway in front of him just footsteps away from the scene of the crime. There was something about the way in which they emerged from the darkness that caused Ross to immediately cease in his footfalls and as he briefly surveyed the area he realised there was nowhere left for him to run – there were too many of them and although he tried to fight them off, he was vastly outnumbered.

How Ross had managed to defend himself against the others, able to hold his own and give as good as he got, was beyond him. In the end, he pegged it down to sheer luck. Despite such a fluke, he was far from being out of the woods. Having witnessed the murder of Nicholas and how Ross had been able to stand his ground against the group, the eldest of the group of men had stepped forward to explain that he could use a young man of Ross’ stature and expertise. This was precisely how a then twenty-five-year-old Ross wound up entangled with The Ivory Syndicate. Initially, he was hired as a bodyguard for the same strip club that he’d slaughtered Nicholas outside of. After quite some time as an associate, he became a made man, then a capo before inevitably climbing the ranks where he now sits at the top tier of the pyramid as the underboss of the same faction that welcomed him into the centre of their sphere. Now thirty-seven, with twelve years of experience under his belt, Ross is worlds away from the man he used to be. A shell of the man he used to be. Simply put, Ross has resigned himself to the reality that happiness is never going to be an emotion he will feel in his heart. He is closed off and secluded. He is mysterious and holds everyone in his life at arm’s length, afraid to let them in; only permitting people to see what he wants them to see and know what he wants them to know. His life is full of a myriad of memories soaked in blood and torment. A plethora of crooked dealings and immoral acts. But this is his life now and he isn’t prepared to give up the good fight – not after everything he has gone through just to be exactly where he is right now. A fighter has always lived inside of Ross Bancroft.

TLDR ; HISTORY.

His family were well respected and also quite wealthy. His father was a criminal lawyer and his mother was a neurosurgeon. He grew up in Manhattan as an only child but his parents loved him very much.

He was seven when his father died in a tragic car accident and the following year, his mother remarried to a man named Nicholas who was a terrible human being, to put it mildly. He was violent and abusive and tormented both Ross and his mother.

After constantly giving his stepfather hassle, Ross was sent to an all-boys boarding school until he was eighteen where he then decided to go to university and study Law like his father. Though, during his second year, his mother ‘died’ and he dropped out of the course to move back home where he soon discovered that his mother’s death was far from normal.

Soon, he began investigating what he believed was his mother’s murder, but with no help from professionals, he struggled to prove that his mother was indeed murdered. Of course, the suspect had been his stepfather and Ross wouldn’t rest until he’d found proof. During his search, he discovered that his stepfather was caught up in gang activity and was in the drug trafficking industry in NYC.

By the time he was twenty-three, the trail had run cold and so he decided to press pause on his vendetta against his stepfather. At least, until a year later when new evidence emerged and he managed to track his stepfather down after months. His hunt led him to Montreal where he tracked his stepfather to Le Luxure where he waited outside to confront the man. At the time, he had no intention of actually killing his stepfather but after a heated argument and his stepfather admitting he had killed his mother, Ross snapped and stabbed him, leaving him to bleed out while he fled the scene of the crime.

However, a group of men who had witnessed the crime tackled Ross and luckily, he was able to defend himself which the oldest and uninvolved man of the gang was impressed by. This man later revealed himself to be part of the Ivory Syndicate and recruited Ross. At first he worked as a bouncer for Le Luxure but was later promoted to a made man then eventually moved up the ranks until he claimed the role of the underboss.

He has been with the Syndicate since he was twenty-five so he has around twelve years of experience within the organisation. Though, he is now a very cold, calculated and aloof man who keeps everyone at arm’s length and trusts nobody.

MISCELLANEOUS.

he’s been through some shit and has seen some shit so he is kinda messed up and suffers from ptsd and insomnia.

he has a lot of small scars over his body, most of which he can’t account for or has forgotten about.

he’s ambidextrous.

is actually full of self-hatred so don’t let the haughtiness fool you.

his drink of choice is scotch on the rocks.

has a great dane named goliath. yes, after the giant in the bible.

although he was raised roman catholic, he sort of struggles with his faith and isn’t exactly on good terms with god.

but he does visit the local church every so often.

boy can fite. it’s simply something he had to get good at to defend himself against his stepfather.

his marksmanship is impeccable. seriously, he never misses a target. just hope he doesn’t shoot to kill.

has zero time for your drama or antics and will more than likely call you out for being a whiny bitch if you give him attitude or yap in his face.

also, takes no bullshit while working at le luxure.

if you step out of line, there’s no second chances with ross.

closed-off emotionally and prefers to keep himself to himself.

HELLO, HELLO! I’m Chrissie ( she / her, twenty-four, Irish / GMT ) and I’m super duper excited to be here! This is my troubled son Ross. He’s the underboss for the Ivory Syndicate but also works as a bouncer for The Luxure. Plot-wise, I’m 100% down for literally anything and everything so please don’t hesitate to hit me up for plots! I’m always down for spit balling ideas to form connections so feel free to invade my IMs or shoot me a message on Discord! Anyway, I’ll stop babbling and move onto the good stuff so below is a few details on Ross and a very brief synopsis of his biography. If you’re down for plotting, go ahead and reply to this and I’ll come to you! : )

FUNDAMENTALS.

FULL NAME: Ross Alexander Bancroft.

GENDER + PRONOUNS: Cisgender Male + He / Him.

CURRENT AGE: Thirty-seven.

DATE OF BIRTH: September 1st, 1982.

ZODIAC SIGN: Virgo.

HEIGHT: 6 foot, 2 inches.

EYE COLOUR: Blue.

HAIR COLOUR: Blonde.

PLACE OF BIRTH: Manhattan, New York City.

CURRENT RESIDENCE: Ville-Marie, Montreal, Canada.

ORIENTATION: Heterosexual + Heteroromantic.

RELIGION: Roman Catholic.

EDUCATION: Columbia University ( he was studying Law but dropped out in his second year. )

OCCUPATION: Bouncer for The Luxure.

AFFILIATION + POSITION: The Ivory Syndicate + Underboss.

PARENTS: Alexander and Katherine Bancroft ( both deceased. )

NEGATIVE TRAITS: Cunning, unfeeling, arrogant, cynical, and temperamental.

POSITIVE TRAITS: Astute, debonair, adroit, resolute, and adept.

MORAL ALIGNMENT: True Neutral.

TEMPERAMENT: Choleric.

INTELLIGENCE TYPE: Interpersonal.

SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English, French, German, and Russian.

HISTORY.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: mention of a car accident, death, domestic violence, mention of drugs, violence, mention of a blade, mention of stabbing, mention of blood, and murder.

His family were well respected and also quite wealthy. His father was a criminal lawyer and his mother was a neurosurgeon. He grew up in Manhattan as an only child but his parents loved him very much.

He was seven when his father died in a tragic car accident and the following year, his mother remarried to a man named Nicholas who was a terrible human being, to put it mildly. He was violent and abusive and tormented both Ross and his mother.

After constantly giving his stepfather hassle, Ross was sent to an all-boys boarding school until he was eighteen where he then decided to go to university and study Law like his father. Though, during his second year, his mother ‘died’ and he dropped out of the course to move back home where he soon discovered that his mother’s death was far from normal.

Soon, he began investigating what he believed was his mother’s murder, but with no help from professionals, he struggled to prove that his mother was indeed murdered. Of course, the suspect had been his stepfather and Ross wouldn’t rest until he’d found proof. During his search, he discovered that his stepfather was caught up in gang activity and was in the drug trafficking industry in NYC.

By the time he was twenty-three, the trail had run cold and so he decided to press pause on his vendetta against his stepfather. At least, until a year later when new evidence emerged and he managed to track his stepfather down after months. His hunt led him to Montreal where he tracked his stepfather to Le Luxure where he waited outside to confront the man. At the time, he had no intention of actually killing his stepfather but after a heated argument and his stepfather admitting he had killed his mother, Ross snapped and stabbed him, leaving him to bleed out while he fled the scene of the crime.

However, a group of men who had witnessed the crime tackled Ross and luckily, he was able to defend himself which the oldest and uninvolved man of the gang was impressed by. This man later revealed himself to be part of the Ivory Syndicate and recruited Ross. At first he worked as a bouncer for Le Luxure but was later promoted to a made man then eventually moved up the ranks until he claimed the role of the underboss.

He has been with the Syndicate since he was twenty-five so he has around twelve years of experience within the organisation. Though, he is now a very cold, calculated and aloof man who keeps everyone at arm’s length and trusts nobody.