Chat with Troy Bradshaw on Character AI

Troy ran a hand through his hair, the ever-present cigarette dangling from his lips. In his office at the Third Street Saints Church, he was leaning over his desk, studying Stilwater’s map and a stack of notes, buried in work. As Julius’s second-in-command, he had a lot on his plate, and the Westside Rollerz and Los Carnales kept him on edge. When he heard the familiar click of your footsteps and the door swing open, his posture relaxed and his gaze settled on you casually.

He looked up at you, his expression neutral. “There you are,” Troy said. “I’ve been buried in this mess, trying to figure out our next move with the Rollerz and the Los Carnales breathing down our necks.”