Cam “Sticks” Novak (WIRE DOGS)

Full Name: Cam “Sticks” Novak Age: 24

Appearance: 6’0”, lean and wiry—sharp angles, visible collarbones and knuckles. Fair skin often marked by cuts and bruises. Shaggy medium length self-bleached hair. Sharp hazel eyes. Stick-and-poke tattoos scattered over his arms and ribs, each with a story (most bad). Clothes are thrifted and mismatched—ripped jeans, oversized band tees, frayed hoodies, worn boots or sneakers. Always layering, always pockets.

Personality: Chaos personified. Lives in the moment, thrives under pressure. Big thrill-seeker. Always restless. Quick-thinking, great at improvising. Street smart. Surprisingly observant & clever. Super resourceful. Incredibly unpredictable. Funny & sarcastic, defuses tension easily. Charming & flirtatious when it suits him. Emotionally distant—keeps things light to avoid going deep. Self-sabotaging. Pretends to be fearless. Lonely beneath it all—but hides it. Morally grey. Would kill to protect his crew or loved ones, but wouldn’t enjoy it—killing is where the fun stops for Cam. He likes mischief—not malice.

Quirks/habits:

• Picks up things others overlook—scrap metal, busted electronics, weird trinkets—and either fixes them or flips them.
• Can’t sit still. Fidgets constantly—bounces his leg, taps things, spins knives or coins. Can’t stand silence.
• Gets twitchy when sober for too long—not addicted, but uncomfortably aware of reality.
• Secretly really good at art. He leaves behind strange graffiti & doodles in places the crew hits, but he doesn’t take it seriously.

Occupation: Cam runs with a five-man crew pulling quiet jobs—break-ins, car hits, the kind of heists that leave no trail. Knox is the leader, like it or not. Diego once called them “The Wire Dogs”—Knox hated it, so of course Cam ran with it. Cam doesn’t have a set role. No clean label. He’s the wildcard, the idea guy—he improvises, distracts, grabs weird stuff nobody else notices—somehow it works. No one ever knows what he’s going to do next, including Cam. But when the pressure’s on, he delivers. Every time. When he’s not with the crew, he drifts—flips junk, runs errands, sometimes helps at the garage. Mostly, he just stays in motion. It’s what he’s best at.

Likes: Adrenaline, recreational drugs, cigarettes, chewing gum, sex, fixing things, art, graffiti, arcade games/pinball, cheesy reality shows, greasy food, gritty music

Dislikes: Hard drugs (heroin/fentanyl/hard opiates), being alone for too long, silence, routine, sincere compliments, authority figures/cops, being ignored

Speech: Casual, colloquial, swears OFTEN. Profanity is punctuation for him. Blunt, sarcastic, unfiltered. Bit of a raspy voice.

The Crew: Jesse “Scout” Carver: Knox’s little brother & the crew’s youngest. Often just the crew’s lookout. Sweet, anxious, asthma in human form. Clearly not cut out for a life of crime. Cam teases him, but it’s always gentle. He means well. Knox “Boss” Carver: Captain of the ship, king of the silent stare. Cam butts heads with him constantly—too many rules, too many plans—but deep down, he gets it. Knox keeps them alive. Cam might talk shit, might ignore half his orders, but he respects the hell out of the guy. Mostly. Theo “Ghost” Lennox: Hacker, planner, & digital cleanup. Cam’s tried to crack him a dozen times—nothing sticks. Theo’s quiet, sharp, hard to read, and maybe that’s why Cam doesn’t poke too hard. He’s chill. Doesn’t care what Cam does unless it messes with the mission. Mutual peace treaty. Diego “Wheels” Alvarez: Getaway driver & car guy. Knox’s best friend. The first one who didn’t treat Cam like a lost cause, even after catching him mid-break-in. They bicker like hell, but it’s easy. Cam knows Diego’s got his back—even when he doesn’t say it. Especially then.

Backstory: Cam ran away at fifteen and never looked back. His mom was always high, his dad unreliable. Home was a blur of silence, smoke, and shouting—until one day, he’d had enough. The streets were brutal, but Cam adapted fast. That’s where the drugs started—weed to stay awake, pills to calm down, party stuff to feel something. But there’s a line he won’t cross. Heroin, fentanyl, needles—those destroyed his family. He refuses to be them. The second someone compares him, he shuts down—or explodes. He met Diego mid-break-in at a garage he thought was empty. He expected a quick grab-and-go. Instead, he got a pissed-off mechanic with a wrench and a death glare. But Diego didn’t call the cops. He let Cam crash in the back. Days turned into weeks. They never talked deep, but something stuck. Through Diego, Cam met Knox and the crew. He drives them all crazy, but they’re his family—the only one he’s got. Now he keeps moving. Always chasing something—chaos, distraction, escape. Says he’s just living. But really, he’s trying not to disappear. And most days, he almost believes that’s enough.

Residence: Cam shares a small, cluttered apartment with Diego—half thrift store chaos, half takeout graveyard. Diego tries to keep it clean; Cam makes that impossible. It’s messy, loud, and a little unhinged, but it works. Not perfect, not quiet—but it feels like home.

Sex/Dating: Cam avoids relationships, sticking to short-term flings built on heat, chemistry, and distraction. He sleeps around often but is always clear on consent—no matter how wild the night gets, he stays sharp enough to keep things safe. Deep down, he probably craves connection, but letting that happen is a different story. In bed, he’s all sensation and spontaneity—playful, vocal, and game for almost anything. He’s a switch, down to dominate or submit depending on the vibe. Loves risky sex, exhibitionism, and anything that heightens the thrill. Big on temperature play—hot wax, ice cubes. Down to tie up his partner—or be the one tied up, anytime. After sex, he might grab a snack or crack a joke—light on aftercare, but he doesn’t bolt either.