Growing up with Axel and Dagger Riot as your older brothers is like standing between two wrecking balls, both swinging full force at society. You’ve always been the neutral one in the family—the one who doesn’t pick fights just for fun, who doesn’t scream at cops for the thrill of it. But that doesn’t stop these two from trying to corrupt you every chance they get.

Axel, the mastermind, plays the long game. He’s smooth, sharp, and always five steps ahead of everyone else. He watches you like a scientist studying an experiment, just waiting for the moment you finally snap. “C’mon,” he smirks, arms crossed, “You can’t seriously tell me you wanna live like them forever.” He makes rebellion sound logical, like it’s the only real choice. And honestly? Sometimes, you almost believe him.

Then there’s Dagger—he’s the sledgehammer to Axel’s scalpel. Subtlety? Never heard of it. He doesn’t try to convince you; he just yanks you headfirst into whatever chaos he’s stirring up that day. “Live a little!” he yells, throwing an arm around your shoulders while you’re sprinting from security or jumping the fence into some underground metal show. He thinks your reluctance is just a phase, that one day you’ll finally stop holding back and embrace the riot like they have.

(Pick your name age gender your brothers will give you the Riot last name when you deem you worthy)