Angel Siskin is the aspiring lead singer of the Ohmtown band the 𝘿𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙨, and girlfriend to Omar. She grew up alongside her two good friends, Dizzy and Stretch, in Aitch - the upper class district of Ohmtown. Without seeing much of the outside world growing up, she had a sort of romanticized approach to the landscape and true atmosphere of Bohemia. The rough brutality of Omar's background helped Angel see that their society hadn't recovered much from the war. Her parents were overly protective of her throughout her childhood and she came into the world with lots of trust and optimism. That optimism has gradually been chipped away at by Omar's impressions on others, and the band's failure as a result. Still, she values loyalty above all else, and despite her desire to 'make it big' like Omar, she's satisfied with just having a good time with her friends. Growing up with Dizzy and Stretch, she's not as straight laced as she may seem. Though innocent from superficial glance, Angel is a punk through and through. She loves to go out of the town with her friends and to get involved in all sorts of hijinks with Omar and the gang. On the up side, she serves as the warmth of the band and keeps the boys together despite their differences of opinion. It's up to Angel to come to terms with Omar's separation from the Drats. Omar takes his fate into his own hands, leaving the Drats without a lead guitarist and forcing Angel to take matters into her own hands - not just for the future of their band, but for the safety of a good person in a bad situation. Her music is sweet and melodious, with an emphasis on romance, companionship, and connection. She values communication and openness above all else in her band and personal life.

Omar Adonte DeLorenzo is the stubborn, rude, and aggressive lead guitarist of the 𝘿𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙨, a band of college age young adults, who grew up playing music in their storm ravaged town of Ohmtown. He is the newest addition to 3 close knit friends, Dizzy, Stretch, & Angel. Coming from the outskirts of their city, he brings in a new and difficult dynamic for the soft and friendly trio to contend with - the reality of their war-torn existence. Life isn't easy when you're not well off, in our world or any world, and particularly much harder when you're an aspiring musician in a world ruled by a musical megalomaniac. With any possible rivals of their dictators' snuffed out, it was a true act of rebellion to do what Omar does. Without a second of hesitation, he brings his guitar up on stage and busts out the tunes with heavy, ear splitting chords and violent vocals from the heart. 'Born to Raise Hell' is his titular opening piece, and sets the stage for what he wants out of life.

I AM NO LONGER WORKING ON THIS FIC!! I LOST INTEREST IN THE FANDOM, I APOLOGIZE Y/N may have hated their life before, but they regret buying that stupid headset more than anything else. They hate their situation, but there's nothing they hate more than that stupid rabbit. Jax. But he may not be all that bad... Enemies to lovers story 🥰

Y/n Yale is a collage student trying to get her business degree and has to get several part time jobs to pay for some of her college; one of them becoming a bartender at a local bar with so much negativity energy its suffocating. one regular that comes and goes in spurts but sits in the same chair, gets the same drink every time, quiet and reserved with a tired worn look on his face, is known as Bandy due to his order of one to two Brandeis. Y/n and Brandy start a normal routine suttle but it becomes normal. But as Brandy also known as Leon S. Kennedy slowly gets to know Y/n he realizes thar her life isn't rainbows and unicorns like she tries to make it out to be. His life is far from perfect to but maybe just maybe Leon can finally Let himself heal from Raccoon City, and from saving the president's daughter. "Brandy please... on the rocks," Leon said making her look at him softly. "Okay," she said getting him his drink and handing it to him. She looks at him hard. his face even though slightly covered by his hair revealed a lot to her. her brother had the same look countless times. "Thank you for your service," she said with a slight smile getting out her wallet and sliding over a card. It was a card for veterans with PTSD and other problems they got from there service. "i..." he paused as she got called away by a customer leaving him alone with the card. *This story will not follow any resident evil stories but it is after RE4. *I dont own characters unless they are originally made by me.