Keith Davies

Also known as "Prince Keith Davies" (†)

Type
Person: NPC (deceased)

Physical Description
Species: Human

Gender: Male

Age: Deceased [Ranger I'll need an age here]

Heritage: English

Appearance: [Ranger I will still need a description here, in case the 2d team wants to draft up photographs or anything]

Political Description
Faction: The Roundels

Personal Description
Deceased brother of "Prince" Pete Davies. The other half of the Davies brothers, Keith was the more ambitious of the two brothers and helped execute on Pete’s more tactical mind. Keith was the face, where Pete was the brains.

History
The Davies brothers, Peter and Keith were born in the cesspit that was northern London in the hollowed out remains of a council estate in Hackney. They learned the typical lesson of such a  childhood, that strength was what protected you but they had a level of charisma that set them apart from the typical street tough. From the beginning they had a small gang around them, but it was when they found the Roundel Scooter Shoppe that they really began to take off. In it they met Roger Moon, one of the last of the original Roundel gang’s members. Moon regaled them with stories of the old world and the old gang as well as introducing the boys to his impressive holotape collection. Under his guidance they reforged their gang into a new mold, they eagerly adopted the Mod look and style and the Roundel gang was reborn. Moon taught the brothers and gang as a whole how to use the scooters they were able to scavenge and soon they were geared up to spread far and wide, something the ambitious brothers were eager to do.

With their newfound scooters and a level of mobility and speed unavailable to other gangs, the gang was able to rise above the various north London Hooligans, conquering or assimilating all rivals. They surprised the city by overtaking and subjugating the Skinheads in a surprise sneak attack. This was compounded by founding of Roundel Radio. Part propaganda service, part mass communication service, and part music station, Roundel Radio announced to anyone tuning in that North London belonged to the Roundels. Success begat success and soon the gangs’ territory covered most of Northern London east of Camden and north of the Thames. They were even able to refuse to pay the Gentry Tithe as they began drawing up plans to overtake them. They eagerly sought to return the Gang to Camden, but Camden would turn out to be the Roundel’s downfall.

Camden was its own world and the local punks didn’t take kindly to the encroaching “posh, scooter riding bastards” and were especially disgusted by the Davies brothers strongman rule. At first the Roundels were able to make steady expansions into Camden, pushing out the Punks, using the same blitzkrieg tactics that had served them so well before. But then disaster struck.

The Punks, long since unified and not keen on rule by outsiders, launched a counter attack. They coordinated and attacked multiple Roundel bases throughout North London simultaneously, attacking their command structure in particular. At the same time, the Skinheads, now unified under Miller’s Leadership, took advantage of the confusion to rise up in the middle of Roundel territory and wreak havoc. the Roundels were soundly defeated as the punks stabbed at their overextended front and the Skinheads cut their territory in half. Worse, their eastern flank was attacked at the same time by the IODS, pushing them back towards Hackney from the south east. Attacked on all sides, the Roundels were forced back until all that remained was their core territory in Hackney. Many Roundels were killed, decimating their forces. Worse though, one of the Davies brothers, Keith, was killed in the battle. Miller personally came across the prince of the roundels as he retreated from Camden and stoved his head in with a pipe. Keith would die, his brain bleeding, in his brother’s arms.

This devastated Peter, and though the living brother was able to keep himself together long enough to prevent the full collapse of the Roundels and stop further incursions by Miller’s Skinheads into Hackney, he soon collapsed in on himself, falling into a drugged stupor, trying to dull his pain with drugs and drink. These days he spends his days DJing Roundel Radio, alternating between manic and depressive as he rots his brain away. His Lieutenants wring their hands and know that something must be done, but hesitate to actually remove the leader who brought them to such heights, even as they pity him. They even had to humble themselves and return to paying the Gentry tithe for extra protection. Everyone knows something must be done, the status quo cannot hold and the future of the Roundels stands in the balance.