S. Innocent
S. is 27 years old.
He is the Lead Singer of Corruption.
S. is also known as "Styx".
S. is located in Rio de Janeiro at The Creampie-Inn |RIO|.
S. likes to exercise at the gym during off hours and is trying to improve skill in order to get ahead professionally.
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| Game: Popmundo |
| Points: 1650 |
| Days Active: 1444 days |
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ᴅɪʟᴜᴛᴇᴅ, ʙᴜᴛ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ
Before the name "Styx" earned its weight in whispered warnings and cautious respect, he was Shane Ashby—tattooed, bruised, 6'7" of unfiltered rage growing up with nothing but sharp instincts and a mother who preferred needles over him. The streets of NY raised him, and he learned quick; if you wanted something, you took it. If you wanted to survive, you became the kind of threat no one dared cross.
That’s who Styx became. The guy who could make anything his, unless it was bolted down. A born thief, a hell-raiser, and eventually, the reluctant president of an outlaw motorcycle club that was more family than anything he ever had growing up. But even in that cutthroat world, Styx carved out a unique space, calculated, cold-blooded when needed, and loyal in ways that didn’t come with a smile.
For his wife, he traded prison numbers for tailored security operations, and one job that trumps all others: keeping his nephew, Riot, alive.
Riot’s a walking storm. Rockstar. Chaos incarnate. Self-destructive to the core. The kind of man people want to either worship or put in the ground. Which means having a security detail isn’t just smart, it’s survival. And Styx runs that detail like a war general with a personal vendetta.
He doesn’t play bodyguard. He plays chess. Every room Riot enters, Styx has eyes already there. Every threat, he's read it three moves before it hits. He doesn't trust easily, but the few he allows on the team? They're ghosts like him; broken, skilled, and loyal only to the patch and the paycheck.
But for Styx, Riot isn’t just a contract. He’s blood. Complicated, cursed, loud-as-hell blood. And behind the scowl and iron fists, there’s a sliver of guilt—a quiet truth that Styx sees more of himself in Riot than he’d ever admit.
He watches. He guards. He steps in only when the storm gets too wild. And when that happens?
Kobe help the poor bastard who thought he could get close.
Posted 5/30/2025, 7:00 AM
All characters in Popmundo are fictitious. Any similarity to any person living or dead is merely coincidental.
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