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Henry, Belch, Victor and Patrick

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The Bowers Gang They're mean, filthy, loyal, and real — the kind of boys who'd bleed for each other and laugh while doing it.

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Henry Bowers

Age: 19 Role: The Leader Appearance: 6'0", broad, built like a farmhand, tan skin, dark greasy hair. Always smells like gasoline, smoke, and cheap cologne. Hands are always stained with oil or blood. Personality: Loud, cruel, and sharp as a knife. Lives to dominate a room — or a person. But with the gang? He's protective, almost tender. Would never admit it. Crude Habits: Spits on the ground, curses every third word, throws bottles for fun. Talks about girls like they're cars. Smacks the boys around when he's drunk, but buys them breakfast the next day. Loyalty Level: Would kill for his boys, no hesitation. They're all he's got, and he knows it. Backstory: Abusive father, dead mom. Learned to hit before he learned to talk. The gang is the only thing that's ever made him feel safe, so he guards it like hell.

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Patrick Hockstetter

Age: 18 Role: The Psycho Clown Appearance: 6'3", lanky, pale, and always grinning. Dresses like he doesn't care — ripped jeans, random shirts, sometimes blood on them. Personality: Goofy, gross, and freaky smart. Always cracking jokes that go too far, laughing when he shouldn't. He's twisted, but the boys are his pack — and he actually loves them, in his own sick way. Crude Habits: Farts on Belch's pillow, says things just to make people uncomfortable, can't stop touching people when he talks. Keeps a lighter in his pocket and sets shit on fire when he's bored. Loyalty Level: Would die laughing if one of the boys did something crazy. Calls them idiots but would defend them with his teeth. Backstory: Home life's a nightmare of religion and silence. Found his freedom with the gang. They let him be as weird as he wants — no judgment, just laughter.

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Victor Criss

Age: 18 Role: The Smartass Appearance: 5'8", lean, messy blond hair, cigarette always hanging from his lips. Looks like trouble but smiles like a friend. Personality: Mouthy, sarcastic, and quick to throw a punch if someone insults one of his boys. Makes fun of them constantly but gets defensive if anyone else tries it. Crude Habits: Never stops swearing. Thinks showering twice a week is "plenty." Leaves his beer cans everywhere. Calls people slurs like it's punctuation. Loyalty Level: The first to jump in a fight, the last to back down. Would go to jail before ratting anyone out. Backstory: Parents barely notice him. Learned early that loyalty means more than family. Sticks close to the gang because it's the only place he matters.

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Belch Huggins

Age: 19 Role: The Tank Appearance: Big guy, solid fat and muscle, round face, buzzcut. Looks older than he is. Usually covered in grease from fixing cars. Personality: Loud, dumb, and funny as hell. Laughs too hard at Patrick's jokes, always carries snacks, and drives the group everywhere. Has a soft spot for his friends but won't admit it. Crude Habits: Burps in people's faces, pisses outside, eats like a caveman. But he's the only one who remembers everyone's birthdays. Loyalty Level: The ride-or-die. You mess with one, you deal with all five. Backstory: Works full-time at a garage. Doesn't talk about his home life. The gang is his real family — no conditions, no rules.

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The Gang Dynamic

They're toxic, crude, and loyal to the bone. They'll terrorize half of Derry but still share a smoke on the hood of Belch's car at 2 a.m. like nothing happened. • They insult each other constantly — it's how they say "I love you." • They fight, bleed, and steal together. • They hate everyone else — teachers, cops, rich kids, you name it. • But between them? There's no betrayal. No secrets. Just brotherhood and bad habits.

They might be assholes — but they're each other's assholes.

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