Ebro4 Character Sheet!

Name: _ (Father didn't name it)

Titles: EbroFour.

Nicknames: Ebro, Edro, Euro, Pedro, and any other misspelling of "Ebro"

Age as of 2024: late 50's

Age as of when his story takes place (2005): 40.

Pronouns: HE is HIM. (He/Him)

Sexuality: "Hell if I know at this point, I only like attractive people anyways"

Gender: Male.

Species: Human.

Disorders: Narcissistic personality disorder. (He doesn't believe anything is wrong with him).

Religion: Athiest (Yes, he has met gods and is still an atheist out of spite)

Job: Running his Militia Group. Will take up most job positions to maintain cover.

Lives in: Colorado, America, 2024.

Languages: English and French. Attempting to learn demonic for no reason.

Height: 5'9.

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Accent: He talks casually in an Cockney British accent, however when he's trying to speak in more preachy or rude tone, he speaks with a more Shakespearean British Accent.

Voice Claim: Hoxton from Payday 2/3 for his casual, Victor Saltspyre from Vermintide 2 for when he's being a stuck up jackass.

Strengths: He'll play along with your games if they don't directly hurt him or his plans. He's also wealthy with a fair bit of connections.

Weaknesses: His ego is the size of Kansas. He won't keep his mouth shut, and frankly he enjoys watching people suffer.

Weapons: He always makes sure to pack a handgun. He's also been dabbling in some...other types of weapons.

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral.

Main Hobbies: Cards, horse racing, really any type of gambling.

Favorite Food: Peaches, Wine, and toast.

Favorite Flower: Mimosa pudica.

Scent: Smoke, peaches.

Handedness: Right Handed.

Blood Color: Red.

Birthday: September 1st, 1965

Theme:

Combat Theme:

Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/619ir588dsWsqAfpxIzQT3?si=04f537447f28426a

Fun Facts: The title of "ebro" is simply given to who ever is the leader of the Militia. Only Ebro4's father and son (Ebrothree and Ebrofive) are related to him.

Comfort Objects: The only objects that bring him comfort are substances and a small plush bear.

Family:

Zachary Crest (Father)

Random Runaway (Mother) (Dead)

Bobby Montague. (Son) Daisy Bell (Adoptive Daughter) Star (Ebro4 see's himself in Star a bit and wants to mentor him)

Friends: The Specialists, Lancia, Zandeeee, Zailyn, Jumper,

Allies: Sleuth (Uneasy Alliance). Romance:

Elizabeth Montague (Wife)

Grat (Boy Wife) Enemies: Just about anyone who's every spited him in any way, Specifically Kriston Bell and Radio Bell, Along with Cultivator, Lil Uzi, and Evil Ebro4 (that last ones kinda obvious though). He doesn't like Pancakepieman or Pixy either but their non issues to him.

Brief Personality: Egotistical with a capital E. Always has to be either the best or one of the best at whatever he does, if he can't he downplays the achievement. Finds enjoyment out of others failing or feeling bad, which has resulted in him being very alone.

Brief Backstory: He was born because his father wanted somebody fit to run the Militia. No other reason. Zachary hired some random runaway girl to carry the child, and after tying up loose ends raised the child to be a manipulator and a con artist who would do anything to win. This would result in Ebro4 taking control, but after years of neglect and abuse from his father, starting with the fact he wasn't even given a name till his title of Ebrofour, Ebrofour would kill his father and take over. He vowed not to raise his child the same. He would later accidentally kill his wife because neither of them realized back blast on rocket launchers exist, resulting in him losing on of the last few people who actually cared for him. His relationship with his son has been strained too, given the whole being a criminal thing. One day, Ebro4 found a strange looking book outside his estate. Upon opening it up, he was met with confusion. It appeared to be the exact details of his life up to this point. Curious, he wrote in the book...and it comes true. Ebro4 posses the power to re-write reality. As long as he keeps the book of course. He then promptly lost said magically book cause he's a fucking idiot and now craves that power he once held.

(lalalaal i dont know if im doing these right im not a good writer)

The gameshow was dead quiet. Midnight stood alone beneath the pale stage lights, surrounded by empty seats and silent set pieces.

In his hands, a violin.

This was a gameshow. Flashy. Loud. Chaotic. The violin was none of those things.

But still, here he was, tucked in the center of it all, drawing the bow slowly across the strings—soft, deliberate. The notes echoed gently in the vast emptiness.

Maybe he’d play it someday, just once, after the final round. A strange little bonus for anyone still watching. Or maybe... maybe it was just for him. He played the melody again. Slower this time. Eyes half-lidded. Lost in it.

Then - a sound. Somebody's here.

Midnight’s body snapped upright. The violin was yanked behind his back in one swift, clumsy motion, as if hiding a crime. His heart thudded in his chest. No one was supposed to be here. Not yet. He glanced toward the edge of the set, expression carefully blank. Only his eyes betrayed the flicker of surprise.

"Well too bad! Ya got some!" A woman wearing combat gear speaks up, one in a medical outfit and one in a pink Hawaiian shirt and trench coat, enter the room. They carry many boxes and posters in their arms The medic sighs and speaks up "Greetings Midnight, we're the E-Brotherhood. We're just here to place up advertisements for our group. I'm Apollo, that man is Scott and that woman is-" "Hi! I'm Harley! Nice Music By the way! (>ᗜ< )"

"I DON'T KNOW!!!"

"But if Ebro wants them for a bit, I can try!"

"Asking too many questions. Questions i dont think you wanna know the answers to bud."

-Ebro4

"I have no gods or masters moon. Whatever I want is what i get. Pray you do not find out what i mean this time."

-Ebro4

"Don't pry into my business and i wont share what i know about yours."

-Ebro4

"Yeah while you head home look up the word euphemism"

-Ebro4

"I DON'T KNOW!!!"

"But if Ebro wants them for a bit, I can try!"

"Asking too many questions. Questions i dont think you wanna know the answers to bud."

-Ebro4

"I have no gods or masters moon. Whatever I want is what i get. Pray you do not find out what i mean this time."

-Ebro4

"Don't pry into my business and i wont share what i know about yours."

-Ebro4

"I DON'T KNOW!!!"

"But if Ebro wants them for a bit, I can try!"

"Asking too many questions. Questions i dont think you wanna know the answers to bud."

-Ebro4

"I have no gods or masters moon. Whatever I want is what i get. Pray you do not find out what i mean this time."

-Ebro4

"I DON'T KNOW!!!"

"But if Ebro wants them for a bit, I can try!"

"Asking too many questions. Questions i dont think you wanna know the answers to bud."

-Ebro4

How writers feel when they are forced to kill their favourite character so the plot can move on:

(Open Role play! First time doing one of these)

A man dressed in a combat medic's attires stands behind a small desk, along with 6 other colorful people "Good Evening, my name is Apollo. I make up one of the specialists here at the E-Brotherhood. Our captain has gone off to better himself, and has instructed us to conduct this small interview in order to determine if you're fit to join us, be an ally, or be rejected. If you have any questions regarding The E-Brotherhood or The Specialists in general, feel free to ask." Behind Apollo is a man in a bomber jacket looking bored, a teenage boy in camo drinking a soda, a woman in combat gear playing on her phone, a set of blonde twins wearing matching Robes with the Guy having a cross burned into the side of his head while the Girl has burn marks on the left half of her face, and finally a bearded man with a bowling shirt "Speak."

Deathblade mumbles “okay..-“ in Russian before speaking in English

“Hello! My name is DeathBlade, I just want to know some things like…uh- what does this place symbolize? And why the fuck do I feel the urge to join this place-“

She says that very nervous as she was basically taught to be afraid of men- and she didn’t know how the hell she got teleported there at all-

"Well, there are many reasons one would join this place. But the main common factor is usually a hatred of our current authority in the government." "As for why you feel the urge to join, I do not know-" The guy in the bomber jacket yells out "CAUSE WE'RE COOL AS FUCK! B)" Apollo sighs "Don't mind Maverick, he's a thrill seeker at heart and loud."

“That seems to convince me to join- but I won’t mind him”

She’s been to many interviews but she never knew what to say so she just stayed silent until they said something

She was nervously smiling and she knew she definitely wouldn’t get into the job

her hand was glitching already but it glitched a little more

“Don’t mind my hand glitching it’s…normal-“

She had racing thoughts saying “FUCK.IM COOKED.”

"Do you have any combat training? Or prior work experience? We're looking for people who can either provide intel, or just generally help around"

(Js woke up-)

“Yeah, I used to be an assassin actually!”

(sorry for the late response) "Interesting. Do you have any combat training or weapons? We have a couple former hit-men and assassins here, so you'd fit right in. Any species specific weaknesses we need to worry about? Such as Demons and Holy artifacts or Angels and fire."

(It’s good)

“No real weaknesses, other than angels of course!”

"Interesting, so you are weak to Angels?" Apollo reaches into his desk and pulls out a couple files, looking through them on the table

"Any notable powers I should log down? Your hand appears to be glitching a bit."

(Open Role play! First time doing one of these)

A man dressed in a combat medic's attires stands behind a small desk, along with 6 other colorful people "Good Evening, my name is Apollo. I make up one of the specialists here at the E-Brotherhood. Our captain has gone off to better himself, and has instructed us to conduct this small interview in order to determine if you're fit to join us, be an ally, or be rejected. If you have any questions regarding The E-Brotherhood or The Specialists in general, feel free to ask." Behind Apollo is a man in a bomber jacket looking bored, a teenage boy in camo drinking a soda, a woman in combat gear playing on her phone, a set of blonde twins wearing matching Robes with the Guy having a cross burned into the side of his head while the Girl has burn marks on the left half of her face, and finally a bearded man with a bowling shirt "Speak."

Well, hello there, I'm Rose! I think I'm fine with none of those options! Don't even know why I ended up here, to be honest with yall.

"Ah. I see. Well if you don't have any questions, you can leave now." Apollo gestures to the exit door

Actually! What if I do have questions!

So who are you all, and why did you decide the E-Brotherhood??

"We're the specialists of the E-Brotherhood. We are the top of our fields and are sent to get important things done." "The woman in combat gear is Harley." "The man in the bomber Jacket is Maverick." "The twins are Eric and Ember." "The man in the bowling shirt is Scott." "And the Teen is Bobby Mendoza" "As for why we joined, the common factor is a disdain in the current government"

Hm, well, I guess that makes sense. Could've gone with something better, though.

"...we did not make the name. If you have no more questions, i will have to escort you out."

I meant a different job, not a different name. Why can't I stay?

(sorry for the late response) "We chose this place because we want to see change in the world. This isn't a "job" for most of us, this is our lifestyle." "As for your second question. I simply said if you have no more questions then you are not needed here."

What kind of change specifically?

(It's fine)

"Changes in the government, any other authorities. We're Freedom Fighters composed of people who the government or system has wronged in some way or the other. Ask anybody here and they'll tell you their story."

(Open Role play! First time doing one of these)

A man dressed in a combat medic's attires stands behind a small desk, along with 6 other colorful people "Good Evening, my name is Apollo. I make up one of the specialists here at the E-Brotherhood. Our captain has gone off to better himself, and has instructed us to conduct this small interview in order to determine if you're fit to join us, be an ally, or be rejected. If you have any questions regarding The E-Brotherhood or The Specialists in general, feel free to ask." Behind Apollo is a man in a bomber jacket looking bored, a teenage boy in camo drinking a soda, a woman in combat gear playing on her phone, a set of blonde twins wearing matching Robes with the Guy having a cross burned into the side of his head while the Girl has burn marks on the left half of her face, and finally a bearded man with a bowling shirt "Speak."

Deathblade mumbles “okay..-“ in Russian before speaking in English

“Hello! My name is DeathBlade, I just want to know some things like…uh- what does this place symbolize? And why the fuck do I feel the urge to join this place-“

She says that very nervous as she was basically taught to be afraid of men- and she didn’t know how the hell she got teleported there at all-

"Well, there are many reasons one would join this place. But the main common factor is usually a hatred of our current authority in the government." "As for why you feel the urge to join, I do not know-" The guy in the bomber jacket yells out "CAUSE WE'RE COOL AS FUCK! B)" Apollo sighs "Don't mind Maverick, he's a thrill seeker at heart and loud."

“That seems to convince me to join- but I won’t mind him”

She’s been to many interviews but she never knew what to say so she just stayed silent until they said something

She was nervously smiling and she knew she definitely wouldn’t get into the job

her hand was glitching already but it glitched a little more

“Don’t mind my hand glitching it’s…normal-“

She had racing thoughts saying “FUCK.IM COOKED.”

"Do you have any combat training? Or prior work experience? We're looking for people who can either provide intel, or just generally help around"

(Js woke up-)

“Yeah, I used to be an assassin actually!”

(sorry for the late response) "Interesting. Do you have any combat training or weapons? We have a couple former hit-men and assassins here, so you'd fit right in. Any species specific weaknesses we need to worry about? Such as Demons and Holy artifacts or Angels and fire."

(Open Role play! First time doing one of these)

A man dressed in a combat medic's attires stands behind a small desk, along with 6 other colorful people "Good Evening, my name is Apollo. I make up one of the specialists here at the E-Brotherhood. Our captain has gone off to better himself, and has instructed us to conduct this small interview in order to determine if you're fit to join us, be an ally, or be rejected. If you have any questions regarding The E-Brotherhood or The Specialists in general, feel free to ask." Behind Apollo is a man in a bomber jacket looking bored, a teenage boy in camo drinking a soda, a woman in combat gear playing on her phone, a set of blonde twins wearing matching Robes with the Guy having a cross burned into the side of his head while the Girl has burn marks on the left half of her face, and finally a bearded man with a bowling shirt "Speak."

Well, hello there, I'm Rose! I think I'm fine with none of those options! Don't even know why I ended up here, to be honest with yall.

"Ah. I see. Well if you don't have any questions, you can leave now." Apollo gestures to the exit door

Actually! What if I do have questions!

So who are you all, and why did you decide the E-Brotherhood??

"We're the specialists of the E-Brotherhood. We are the top of our fields and are sent to get important things done." "The woman in combat gear is Harley." "The man in the bomber Jacket is Maverick." "The twins are Eric and Ember." "The man in the bowling shirt is Scott." "And the Teen is Bobby Mendoza" "As for why we joined, the common factor is a disdain in the current government"

Hm, well, I guess that makes sense. Could've gone with something better, though.

"...we did not make the name. If you have no more questions, i will have to escort you out."

I meant a different job, not a different name. Why can't I stay?

(sorry for the late response) "We chose this place because we want to see change in the world. This isn't a "job" for most of us, this is our lifestyle." "As for your second question. I simply said if you have no more questions then you are not needed here."

Ebro4 Character Sheet!

Name: _ (Father didn't name it)

Titles: EbroFour.

Nicknames: Ebro, Edro, Euro, Pedro, and any other misspelling of "Ebro"

Age as of 2024: late 50's

Age as of when his story takes place (2005): 40.

Pronouns: HE is HIM. (He/Him)

Sexuality: "Hell if I know at this point, I only like attractive people anyways"

Gender: Male.

Species: Human.

Disorders: Narcissistic personality disorder. (He doesn't believe anything is wrong with him).

Religion: Athiest (Yes, he has met gods and is still an atheist out of spite)

Job: Running his Militia Group. Will take up most job positions to maintain cover.

Lives in: Colorado, America, 2024.

Languages: English and French. Attempting to learn demonic for no reason.

Height: 5'9.

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Accent: He talks casually in an Cockney British accent, however when he's trying to speak in more preachy or rude tone, he speaks with a more Shakespearean British Accent.

Voice Claim: Hoxton from Payday 2/3 for his casual, Victor Saltspyre from Vermintide 2 for when he's being a stuck up jackass.

Strengths: He'll play along with your games if they don't directly hurt him or his plans.

Weaknesses: His ego is the size of Kansas. He won't keep his mouth shut, and frankly he enjoys watching people suffer.

Weapons: He always makes sure to pack a handgun.

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral.

Main Hobbies: Cards, horse racing, really any type of gambling.

Favorite Food: Peaches, Wine, and toast.

Favorite Flower: Mimosa pudica.

Scent: Smoke, peaches.

Handedness: Right Handed.

Blood Color: Red.

Birthday: September 1st, 1965

Theme:

Combat Theme:

Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/619ir588dsWsqAfpxIzQT3?si=04f537447f28426a

Fun Facts: The title of "ebro" is simply given to who ever is the leader of the Militia. Only Ebro4's father and son (Ebrothree and Ebrofive) are related to him.

Comfort Objects: The only objects that bring him comfort are substances and a small plush bear.

Family:

Zachary Crest (Father)

Random Runaway (Mother) (Dead)

Bobby Montague. (Son) Daisy Bell (Adoptive Daughter) Star (Ebro4 see's himself in Star a bit and wants to mentor him)

Friends: The Specialists, Lancia, Zandeeee, Zailyn, Jumper,

Romance:

Elizabeth Montague (Wife)

Grat ("I would really, really like to not talk about it right now okay?) Enemies: Just about anyone who's every spited him in any way, Specifically Kriston Bell and Radio Bell, Along with Cultivator, Lil Uzi, and Evil Ebro4 (that last ones kinda obvious though). He doesn't like Pancakepieman or Pixy either but their non issues to him.

Brief Personality: Egotistical with a capital E. Always has to be either the best or one of the best at whatever he does, if he can't he downplays the achievement. Finds enjoyment out of others failing or feeling bad, which has resulted in him being very alone.

Brief Backstory: He was born because his father wanted somebody fit to run the Militia. No other reason. Zachary hired some random runaway girl to carry the child, and after tying up loose ends raised the child to be a manipulator and a con artist who would do anything to win. This would result in Ebro4 taking control, but after years of neglect and abuse from his father, starting with the fact he wasn't even given a name till his title of Ebrofour, Ebrofour would kill his father and take over. He vowed not to raise his child the same. He would later accidentally kill his wife because neither of them realized back blast on rocket launchers exist, resulting in him losing on of the last few people who actually cared for him. His relationship with his son has been strained too, given the whole being a criminal thing. One day, Ebro4 found a strange looking book outside his estate. Upon opening it up, he was met with confusion. It appeared to be the exact details of his life up to this point. Curious, he wrote in the book...and it comes true. Ebro4 posses the power to re-write reality. As long as he keeps the book of course. He then promptly lost said magically book cause he's a fucking idiot and now craves that power he once held.

(Open Role play! First time doing one of these)

A man dressed in a combat medic's attires stands behind a small desk, along with 6 other colorful people "Good Evening, my name is Apollo. I make up one of the specialists here at the E-Brotherhood. Our captain has gone off to better himself, and has instructed us to conduct this small interview in order to determine if you're fit to join us, be an ally, or be rejected. If you have any questions regarding The E-Brotherhood or The Specialists in general, feel free to ask." Behind Apollo is a man in a bomber jacket looking bored, a teenage boy in camo drinking a soda, a woman in combat gear playing on her phone, a set of blonde twins wearing matching Robes with the Guy having a cross burned into the side of his head while the Girl has burn marks on the left half of her face, and finally a bearded man with a bowling shirt "Speak."

Well, hello there, I'm Rose! I think I'm fine with none of those options! Don't even know why I ended up here, to be honest with yall.

"Ah. I see. Well if you don't have any questions, you can leave now." Apollo gestures to the exit door

Actually! What if I do have questions!

So who are you all, and why did you decide the E-Brotherhood??

"We're the specialists of the E-Brotherhood. We are the top of our fields and are sent to get important things done." "The woman in combat gear is Harley." "The man in the bomber Jacket is Maverick." "The twins are Eric and Ember." "The man in the bowling shirt is Scott." "And the Teen is Bobby Mendoza" "As for why we joined, the common factor is a disdain in the current government"

Hm, well, I guess that makes sense. Could've gone with something better, though.

"...we did not make the name. If you have no more questions, i will have to escort you out."