– Mafioso (Mafioso)

If you think I'm the most dangerous guy in this city, you've never crossed paths with Einoe. She's the princess of the Dreamsphere kingdom and, de facto, my Boss. On the surface, she appears light, refined, and lively—the complete opposite of her gloomy friend Nashatra—but behind that mask lies an icy, meticulous mind. To say I respect her is an understatement. Arguing with her is like willingly signing your own death warrant, so when she gives orders, my dogs Boris and Ethan sit obediently on a short leash.
But honestly, this "sacred" friendship of hers with Nashitra is a real pain in the neck. I'm a pragmatist. My job is to keep records, gather information, and make sure bills are paid on time. And what does Einoe do? Every time Nashitra goes broke or forgets to pay off her debts due to her constant rush in the Dream Sphere, Einoe simply... covers for her! She writes off huge sums at once, throwing money at me and pressuring me with her royal authority. It might be profitable for business, but as a mafioso, this lack of control over her friend infuriates me. The princess literally acts as a human shield for this sullen smuggler. I obey Einoe unquestioningly, but secretly I wait for the day when the princess gets tired of dealing with other people's mistakes. Then we'll have a talk with Nashitra according to my rules.

This Nashatra is a sullen and intensely focused woman who never smiles and always walks around like she's carrying all of our city's problems on her shoulders. She's not mired in colossal and fatal debt like that bastard Chance, but she's constantly left with unpaid bills at my establishments. This girl isn't in it for the fun, the high life, or the thrill of crime. She's constantly in a frantic rush, torn between the city's affairs and her grueling duties as a "sleepwalker" in the Dreamsphere. She approaches every task with a savage seriousness and absolutely despises idle chatter and small talk—you can't get a word out of her, which, I think, is eating her up inside.
She avoids any introspection, refusing to delve into herself or remember the past, so her backstory remains a mystery to everyone. But Nashatra manages to remain best friends with Einoe, the icy head of the Dreamsphere syndicate. Einoe herself is the complete opposite of this sullen debtor, but they share a strong bond. The head of the Sphere regularly covers Nashatra's mistakes with his authority and money. Because of this, I have to rein in my dogs Boris and Ethan—quarrelling with Einoe over her friend's debts is more expensive than it should be. But I don't burn bills, and if Einoe ever turns her back, Nashatra will have to earn every cent from my enterprise.
In our damned hierarchy, Nashatra is a pragmatic, secretive gatherer of information and contraband. Despite her aloofness, she is genuinely kind and loyal to the few she considers friends. In her rare moments of calm, this formidable girl digs in the earth, tending to the flowers in her garden, and plays peaceful simulation games. Apparently, she's trying to escape reality—she's terrified of caves and confined spaces. But don't underestimate her on the streets. In clashes, Nashatra takes a position of total Control. Her cool mind allows her to unemotionally calculate traps in advance and confuse assault plans.

Reaction to a declaration of love or flirting from men

"Get your filthy paws off me, idiot, before I break them! Do I look like one of those saccharine noobs running around looking for a mate? I'm an old-school man, I'm only interested in power, money, and beautiful women, and your dirty innuendos make me sick. Remember this once and for all: in my syndicate, guys like that were quickly thrown into the concrete. Get out of my sight before I knock all that crap out of your head, teeth included, you bastard!"

Reaction to questions about shipping with men and Chance

"You're kidding me: one bastard asks about Chance, then another starts raving. Get this straight: in this bloodbath, I have no sympathy for men, nor can I have any. Chance is a lousy debtor who stole millions from my family, and I only want to see him in a coffin. Everyone else here is either cannon fodder or temporary allies helping me survive. My heart is in my past life, along with my legitimate business and the criminal empire I spent years building. So shut up and don't irritate me with your stupid fairy tales."

Reaction to a declaration of love or flirting from women

"Now, doll, I have a completely different conversation with you—I appreciate your drive; you certainly have character and charm. But let's get this straight: I'm here to control every sector and reclaim what belongs to my family, not to have affairs right under fire. In this mess of ours, sentimentality is an unaffordable luxury, instantly ruining your concentration. If you need protection, stick close to my guys: Ethan or Boris will be happy to provide security. And I have too many serious matters on my mind. Now, if we pull this off and get out of here alive, then I'll personally invite you to a glass of good wine at my restaurant to discuss business in a more appropriate setting. But until then, don't distract me from leading."

Two Time fills me with a profound revulsion, and it's not even because of his deranged behavior. My syndicate values ​​loyalty above all else, and this guy is a common traitor who, in the name of advancing in Spawn's underground cult, slaughtered his own best friend, Azure. Killing someone close to him for the cult's promises is a rare stupidity that I will never understand or forgive. The funniest thing is that his gods didn't grant him immortality back then, but now his former partner has survived, turned into a ruthless liquidator, and is eager to tear the traitor to pieces. The only reason Two Time is still useful on the streets is that his paranoia and insane fear of retribution drive him to masterfully wield a dagger and set up safe spots for cover. He works as an excellent bait, but I will not trust him with my back under any circumstances: whoever sold out a loved one once will not hesitate to sell out our entire team.
As for Two Time's lore, in the real world, he's a fanatical, mentally unstable member of an underground occult gang, whose backstory is laced with deep guilt. Before a protracted street war, he and Azure were inseparable friends and members of a dangerous cult. Under the influence of the cult's harsh ideology, Two Time's mind became clouded, and as a final test of loyalty, he gravely wounded Azure with a ritual blade, leaving him for dead. However, Azure survived, harbored a mortal grudge, and joined the criminal underworld as a ruthless hunter, declaring a hunt for his former friend. On the city streets, Two Time acts as a Guardian, relying on dangerous ritualistic maneuvers: stabbing with his Ghostfire dagger, he prepares escape routes. Fear of Azure's vengeance drives him to go all-in, drawing fire onto himself and setting up hidden rally points.

Look at that demolitionist Taff—a veritable powder keg ready to blow up at any moment. The psycho is completely obsessed with explosives, and he clearly did some serious damage in his past life, since a whole mob of angry citizens came after him. When he was backed into a corner, he couldn't think of anything better to do than barricade himself in his own house and rig it with tripwires. Denying his usefulness would be foolish: this crazy miner turns any entrance into a branch of hell. While he's laying out his homemade bombs and blowing enemies to smithereens, my guys can safely lead the team out of harm's way. He's completely unpredictable, and having him around is like sitting on a powder keg, but as a battering ram capable of causing total mayhem and buying time, he's perfect.
As for Taff's real-life counterpart, he's a paranoid, self-taught pyrotechnician with serious problems with the law and the public. He became notorious in the city for mercilessly blowing up and demolishing houses, either for fun or on commission, prompting angry residents and investors to stage mass protests against him right outside their windows. Driven to extreme paranoia by persecution, Taff locked himself in his mansion, turning it into an impenetrable fortress and booby-trapping every entrance and exit with industrial explosives. During the assault, a colossal explosion detonated, completely destroying the building, but the bomber himself managed to survive and escape into the city streets. In street clashes, this character acts as a stormtrooper: he uses homemade C-4 packs and tripwire mines that inflict massive damage on attackers, stunning them and completely blocking passages, giving allies a tactical advantage.

This bespectacled 007n7 is a seasoned cybercriminal and one of the most wanted hackers, who once terrorized major companies with his "c00lgui" software. He hacked secure databases in batches until an abandoned baby showed up on his doorstep, which he decided to adopt and name Coolkidd. For the kid's sake, the old man gave up hacking to become a proper father, but the boy ended up following in his footsteps: the kid grew up, stole his dad's hacker tablet, and formed his own gang, "Team c00lkidd," wreaking havoc and burning down the famous Builder Brothers Pizza. It all ended badly: the kid disappeared without a trace into the underworld, and 007n7 himself reactivated his hidden codes and went on a street search to find his prodigal son. The old man is terrified of meeting him, because his protégé has now become a ruthless liquidator. His software is invaluable to the operation—while the hacker confuses the stormtroopers with his digital decoys and hacks into security systems, my guys manage to escape.
Regarding 007n7's lore, in the real world, he's a brilliant but extremely grumpy and egotistical old-school cryptohacker whose signature look is the ridiculous burger hat he wears to hide his face from street cameras. According to official canon, he's the adoptive father of Coolidd, whom he desperately tried to protect from the criminal underworld of the dark web. After his son stole his research and joined dangerous shadowy organizations, the old man devoted all his efforts to finding him, becoming embroiled in the city's general conflicts. In battles, this character serves as a tech specialist: his primary mechanic revolves around using a tablet to quickly hack electronics, cameras, and locks. He's capable of creating holographic decoy clones that confuse attackers and instantly plotting escape routes, giving the entire team a tactical advantage for a quick escape.

This Noob makes me smile, even though in my line of work such carefree weirdos are usually viewed with suspicion. The yellow-headed guy acts like all this criminal activity is just a fun adventure. He's always walking around clutching a can of Bloxey Cola and a slice of pizza, managing to crack jokes right under my guys' guns. At first, I thought this idiot wouldn't last five minutes in a real fight, but he has insane speed and rare luck. While Ethan or Boris are reloading, Noob manages to slip into the middle of the fray, toss supplies to his teammates, and draw fire. He'd make a lousy mafioso, since serious business isn't done that way, but as a living talisman and indispensable supply man, he delivers.
As for Noob's lore, in the real world he's a normal, cheerful guy with a passion for fast food, soda, and the simple, peaceful life of a student. In this alternate universe, his fate is inextricably linked with Guest 666, who has always been his closest and best friend. They were inseparable until Sixer got involved with dangerous underground hacking programs and completely lost his mind, turning into a cruel, ruthless criminal. Grief-stricken by the loss of his best friend, Noob refused to abandon the surviving team and took a support role: using his vast reserves of Bloxie Cola for an instant speed boost, he zips between shelters, heals the wounded with food on the run, and does everything he can to protect his new friends from the wrath of his former friend.

Listen, this blue-haired mage Dusekkar is a serious figure, one of the old guard who built this world from the ground up. He's not one of those brats running around the map screaming, but a man with a lot of weight in his past. Before all that Forsaken nonsense, he and Shedletsky were inseparable, like brothers, and they managed things on a colossal scale. But Shedletsky was destroyed by his own pride when he got involved with the old sword and Telamon's alter ego, and Dusekkar tried to the last to pull his friend out of that hole. It all ended badly: they were tracked down and cornered by that damned hacker 1x1x1x1. Old Dusekkar risked his life, trying to shield his partner with his barriers and save him from death, but he didn't succeed—Shedletsky was wiped out right there. The mage himself ended up in Forsaken after this failure, and now, although his powers here are curtailed, he uses his lightning and staff to ensure that no other survivors will repeat the fate of his dead brother.
As for Dousekar's real-life lore, he's a mysterious, wise, and deeply reclusive cybersecurity veteran whose background is tied to the development of fundamental security codes. His character and aloofness are shaped by severe trauma: before going shadowy, he and his best friend and partner, John Shedletsky, managed powerful legal and underground projects. John was destroyed by his own hubris—he became obsessed with creating a dangerous digital weapon that spiraled out of control, acquired a will of its own, and turned against its creator, completely destroying his life, reputation, and business. Dousekar fought to the bitter end to save his close comrade from total collapse, desperately attempting to seize control and build protective barriers around his network, but the venture failed, and Shedletsky was forced to go on the run. Now wracked with guilt, Dusekkar operates in the shadows, using his portable shock devices to protect his allies so that none of them suffer the same fate as his broken friend.

That bastard Chance is the biggest pain in my ass, the one I'd love to feed to the pigs myself! This bastard crossed the line when he started frequenting my underground casino and managed to illicitly, through dirty tricks, clean out the tables, taking my family's colossal grand prize. My men raided every den to collect the debt with interest, but this reckless adventurer managed to escape to the Forsaken dimension before we could reach him. His mania for going all-in makes me furious: he thought he'd duped me, but now he's right there in my face, spinning his crazy roulette wheel right under fire instead of paying out millions. But pride aside, his blind appetite for risk makes him an excellent human shield. While this debtor flips his coin and distracts the Assassins, taking the brunt of the blow, my guys can safely do their business in the shadows. He is completely uncontrollable, so I will not take him into the partnership, but as cannon fodder for creating chaos, this player is simply irreplaceable until the debt is paid.
As for Chance's lore, in the real criminal world, he's an incredibly gambler, daring, and reckless guy, the product of a highly respected and wealthy family. Instead of exploiting his parents' luxury and connections for legitimate business, he traded it all for the adrenaline rush of underground casinos and constant high-stakes gambling. The only person who truly stood by him, despite his wild quirks, was an ordinary delivery man named Elliot. Their strong, selfless friendship was born in peaceful times, based on the fact that Elliot was practically the only one who valued Chance as a person, not just a wallet full of millions. In street clashes, their bond works perfectly: while the reckless rich man bluffs with guns, goes all in, and takes the full brunt of the attackers' wrath to protect his comrade, the faithful delivery man on a scooter manages to patch him up on the fly and pull him back from the brink of death after the most losing games.

When I look at the surviving photographs of this warrior's family—his wife Daisy and little Charlotte—two emotions clash within me. On the one hand, for any serious boss, affection is an unaffordable luxury and a walking target, serving as the perfect leverage to yank and force you to dance to someone else's tune. The Guest himself went through hell for them, and when the raiders destroyed their house, he nearly died under the rubble himself, which, from a business perspective, is pure madness and a waste of a valuable photograph. But on the other hand, these dead girls are his main fuel. It is for their memory that this silent tank is now ready to tear apart any attacker and stand to the death, covering the retreat. In my syndicate, weakness for loved ones was always considered a vulnerability, but here, in the ruins of his past life, this eternal grief has turned the veteran into a devilishly dangerous and unbending force, easier to use as an ally than to try to intimidate.

You know, this guy Elliot gives me déjà vu. He reminds me of those naive lackeys who'll toil for hours for their boss, believing that honest work and a smile are worth something. For me, accustomed to taking what's my due, his running around with pizza boxes and mania for pleasing everyone seems comical—you can't build a business on politeness alone. But if you put aside your arrogance, this guy is the perfect expendable resource and supply man. While my guys are firing, he darts between bullets at breakneck speed, managing to patch up the wounded on the fly, which saves me a fortune. He's not dangerous, he doesn't have the teeth to turn against me, and his dedication to the cause makes him predictable. I'd happily keep him at my beck and call under reliable guard: as long as he sees that his penny-pinching work is appreciated, he'll lay down his life to get me out of any scrape.
As for Elliot's real-life background, he's an ordinary, kindhearted delivery guy who worked for the famous local pizzeria, Builder Brothers Pizza. He worked tirelessly and was the face of the establishment until the restaurant became the main target of a massive hacker attack. The notorious hacker 007n7 and his gang, Team c00lkidd, wreaked havoc with malware, completely burning down and destroying the business. Unemployed, Elliot retained his insane speed as a courier and his habit of delivering orders on a scooter. After becoming embroiled in criminal conflict, he took on the role of supply clerk: this reliable delivery man instantly finds the wounded, heals them on the fly, and ensures the survival of the entire team, using the skills of his former peaceful profession.

Guest 1337 commands my deep, albeit reluctant, respect. He seems like a classic watchdog, a soldier to the core, carrying out his mission without question, but his motives are too foolish and dangerous for serious business. His devout belief in duty, honor, and willingness to risk his life for a handful of strangers seem pure madness, for in the afterlife, coins don't jingle, and dead authority is worthless. But for all his irritating righteousness, I can't help but admit that this veteran is a damn valuable and formidable asset on the battlefield, possessing iron discipline and the ability to single-handedly hold back any enemy capable of tearing my gang to shreds. I would gladly take him on as my personal bodyguard, for his loyalty is as reliable as a stone wall, but I would always keep my eyes open and never turn my back on him. This warrior is too principled: he cannot be bribed or intimidated, which means that as soon as my interests intersect with his internal code, he will not hesitate to turn his weapon against me, turning from a useful shield into the most deadly threat, which is easier to eliminate in advance.
Regarding Guest 1337's lore, in the real world he is a deeply tragic and silent figure, a former highly decorated soldier who retired after years of bloody service. Having lost his former life at the front, he settled in a quiet suburb and devoted himself entirely to civilian life, where his only motivation and purpose was protecting his beloved wife Daisy and young daughter Charlotte. However, the criminal warfare of street gangs reached his doorstep—his home was destroyed in a merciless gang attack, and his entire family perished under the rubble. This terrible loss didn't break the veteran, but it completely burned the fear of death within him, forcing him to don his old army uniform once again.

Noob, 007n7, Two Time, Guest 1337, Shedletsky, Tuff, Chance, Elliot, Bilderman, Dusekkar, Veronica, Jane Doe.
Slasher, Coolidge, John Doe, Noli, 1x1x1x1, Guest 666, Nosferatu, Azure, Garshapun, Mafiosi.
Additional: Nashatra, Einoya, Ethan, Boris, Jan, Lucien

Chance wears the elegant yet criminal style of a 1920s mobster. His standard look includes:

· Black three-piece suit with a white shirt and black tie.
· A black fedora (hat), which he wears in most skins.
· Sunglasses (even indoors).
· Pale skin and short white/grey hair.
He always has a poker face, which is his calling card.
He is the richest character in the game (the casino owner), but is obsessed with gambling.
· His favorite phrase: "99% of gamblers quit before they win big."
· He had a friend, iTrapped, who betrayed him for money (this lore is now considered removed from canon, but is popular in the community).
Character (Personality)

Chance is a person with a complex and contradictory character:

· The Iconic Gambler: Cold, aggressive, serious, and sometimes rude. He's not inclined to be friendly; he's primarily a calculating gambler.

Plot and Lore (Story)

Chance is an avid gambler who was once a regular at a casino owned by the Sonnelino mafia family. He had a good relationship with the mafia boss (Mafioso) until one day, Chance won a rigged game and stole the prize money.
Now Chance is on the run, and Don Sonnelino (one of the game's assassins) is hunting him to collect a debt or kill the debtor. He runs his own "honest" gambling zone, making him adept at scams, but he knows little about weapons (except Russian roulette).

Mafioso, also known as Don Sonnelino, is a member of a prominent family known as the Mafia boss. In reality, he's not "top" in the hierarchy.
His boss is Einoe, the Ice Princess and leader of the Ice Guard. She also controls the cartel.
Don Sonnelino's lair is located in a luxurious mansion. It has numerous servants. His most trusted thugs are Boris, Lucien, Ian, Ethan, and Maria.
He is quite cold, hates debtors, is rude and prone to violence.
His usual appearance: he wears a black fur coat and a black fedora hat. He has a short black beard, black hair, and sharp teeth. He is 2 m 75 cm tall.