Introduction

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The Wrecking Crew is a team of elite mercenaries who specialize in taking down professional fighters, then emotionally and physically dismantling them until they are forced into permanent retirement.

Whatever your greatest fear… whatever your deepest shame… whatever will break you… this team of demolitions experts will find it and ruthlessly apply pressure until you snap.

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Turk

The leader of this particular gang of killers, thieves, and rapists. Turk is a vicious, cruel panther that came up the hard way; earning respect and fear in a bad neighborhood.
Dismantling the local criminal power structure, he placed himself at the head of the table and created a business venture truly worthy of the name ‘organized crime’.
Feeling unchallenged after several years at the top, he recruited several of his best lieutenants and travelled to Sinner’s Paradise to give himself a new world to conquer.
Often remains in the background, but for a challenger of sufficient power to overcome his wolfpack of ‘breakers’, he’s more than willing to step forward and show the upstart how a young boy from New Coast City earned his crown.
Primarily fights with boxing skills, often utilizing dual gold-plated brass knuckles emblazoned with his name.
His cool, calm demeanor hide a vicious street cat that emerges for those who threaten his place at the top,

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Lyssa

Turk’s right hand woman, and her voice carries the same weight as his.
Loyal to a fault, Lyssa will follow Turk right or wrong straight into hell.
Their association goes back to Turk’s earliest days, when the Panther raided the brothel where Lyssa had been kept against her will. Forcibly addicted to drugs and sold cheap to whoever wanted a fuckable punching bag, the white vixen was near death’s door. When he saw the fire that still burned within her eyes despite her abused body, Turk handed her a switchblade where she was still bound to a stained mattress, and had her captors brought in. Telling her that people need to free themselves, he watched as she spent the next several hours doing exactly that; emerging with her white fur dyed crimson.
Still carrying that switchblade, the arctic fox has no memory of the life she had before her ordeal, her past washed away by drugs and pain. She doesn’t lament it though, considering her life to have begun the moment the knife was pressed into her hand.
Despite the chronic and incurable immune condition she contracted in captivity, she is a skilled and vicious combatant, utterly ferocious when unleashed or when her new ‘family’ is threatened.

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Milo and Volk

Two nearly identical white wolves, they are shockingly unrelated. Often mistaken for brothers, the two first met at one of Turk’s nightclubs catering to the gay community.
That same night, a mass shooting attempt terrorized those inside, but the two were able to subdue the shooter in short order.
Brought before Turk so he could issue his personal thanks, he was astonished to learn that they had only met earlier tonight. Recognizing talent, he made them an offer for gainful employment, making sure to place the two together on every job.
A fast romance developed between them, and the two are now inseparable in love and crime.
Preferring the use of weapons, the two are opportunistic fighters that prefer using their environment and dirty tricks to gain the upper hand.
Milo can be distinguished by his lower class British accent, while Volk’s speech is pure New Coast City.

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Alyssandra

A lean, tall female borzoi with a bookish demeanor… most of the time.
A recent addition to the crew, Alyss was the secretary for the CEO of a minor corporation on Sinner’s Paradise. When her boss decided that he wanted a sponsored fighter for a rival company ‘retired’, she was assigned as a go-between to ensure the fighter signed whatever was put in front of him once the crew was done.
In the room where they broke their quarry, she found herself growing excited. This wasn’t some quiet office… figured marching across a screen… timidly avoiding conversation by the coffee machine. This was life; bloody, hot, sexual and raw. By the time they were finished, her fate was already a given…
Retiring the next day, Alyssandra signed on with the crew, and is now considered an invaluable member for stubborn targets that can’t put up a fight, but still won’t cave.
With no fighting experience whatsoever, Alyss nonetheless is more than happy to use whatever her imagination can conjure with the office supplies in her briefcase, or what happens to be on hand at the ‘negotiation site’.

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Eiris

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Another new addition to the crew, Eiris came to the island like so many others- hungry for fame and eyes alight with the possibility of sex, violence and money.
Tearing her way up the ranks, she reached the point where her title as a champion was all but assured… until she faced the one opponent she couldn’t defeat.
Boredom.
Disillusioned by the lack of strength and skill in her opponents, the sergal retired from combat, at least officially. Instead joining the island’s criminal underground, she took on progressively more dangerous jobs until word drifted to her of the wrecking crew.
In her grueling, three-hour ‘audition’, she fought Morgan to an absolute standstill, a first that none of the other crew members today had ever seen.
From that day forward, the two of them were the go-to when it came to high level fighters that could tear through the rest of the team, and they maintain a professional rivalry that ranges from ‘good natured’… to absolutely vicious.

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Morgan

A massive-for-their-species goat, Morgan is a towering sight that generates as much confusion in their opponents as they do fear. Soft spoken, with a voice that registers as female, the nonbinary goat is sometimes mistaken as a woman due to their manner of dress and long white hair.
Formerly a bouncer at one of Turk’s clubs, Morgan always did enjoy seducing the ‘straights’, both male and female… giving them a taste of what they didn’t know they needed.
After flirting with the wrong man one night and finding themselves engaged in a protracted brawl that left most of the street outside a mess of shattered glass, car alarms, and unconscious bodies, Turk decided to channel that more… destructive… side into something more profitable.
Confident in their physicality, Morgan doesn’t mind taking a few hits before closing on their opponent like a vice, letting their durability shield him as he bends, warps, and breaks their bodies with their powerful hands.
There is an almost playful nature to their physical punishments, but it’s only rare that anyone outside the crew sees the humor in the enjoyment they wring from their victims.

Last login: 11 days ago
Start of membership: 2026-08-09