Bribes, blood and bullets. [ OOC things ]

[ Whoo, first attempt at an RP on this site. Here goes the introduction and what not. ]

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Crime.

Such an ugly word. Defined as going against the established rules of one's culture. There were of course, universal norms interlinked through countless civilizations; murder, theft, adultery. Though the word is hard defined, the concept itself remains no where near as crystal clear. If a man takes a loaf of bread from a greed-stricken merchant to feed his starving family, he is committing a crime, but is it wrong? Should those who twisted and manipulated the law to become part of the cultural elite be allowed their status and wealth while children in the slums fought tooth and nail to simply earn a nickel?

This is the tale of those who rejected the black and white definition of "crime". Those who would put everything on the line to not simply survive, but adapt, and become something more. Far removed from their parents who arrived on the rickety and disease ridden boats from Sicily and the mainland of Italy itself. These are the modern day assassins, warriors, and kings, who let the power of their actions decide who takes it all. This is New York City, circa 1954. Stuck in a sort of "evolutionary limbo" between the old times, and the new. A world where cops are not the final say, and those seeking real protection stay far away from senators and statesmen. Where respect and the strength of a man's word were the only two things of any importance. That, and the money.

"You got the bullion?"

Deeply nestled in the bustling, smog filled streets of a city practically teeming with life, a man wearing a deep brown fedora took another long drag of his cigarette. Adding to the increasingly fog filled streets with every pull of the portable cancer dispenser. His long brown button-up overcoat providing some level of comfort against the bitter cold of the New York winter. They could be brutal. Flicking the dying embers of the smoke to the ground, he brought two black gloved hands to his mouth, blowing futile breaths of warm air in an attempt to keep warm. Finally bringing his attention to the man who'd yet to answer the question.

"'Ey, ya mook, you got the powder or don't you? I ain't got all day to be sittin' out here freezin' my ass off."

The pristine black Ford Victoria was guarded by three men, all dressed in similar black coats, suits, ties, and bowler caps. None of them said a word, save for the foremost to the brown clad man.

"Yeah, five hundred, straight up. This stuff'll go for three times that once it hits the streets."

Without waiting for a response the man turned, jamming a key into the trunk of the car. The two figures peering into the back of the car as ancient Spaniard's gazed into the Aztecs glorious sums of gold. Bags of white powder sat neatly arranged, the snow-color powder eliciting a noticeable response from the man in brown. A single hand reached out and was promptly snapped back as one of the silent men slammed the trunk down in kind. An almost feral look crossed the fedora wearing man, for just the briefest of seconds, before returning back to the more audible of the trio.

"My boss'll pay you once you're out and clear of the city. I ain't carrying this shit with my hands back to base, though."

And as if the automobile were a spare cigarette loaned to a beggar in the street, the man casually tossed the keys into the waiting hands of the customer. Obviously this was little pittance to once such as himself. Without another word exchanged between the two, the bowler crew promptly headed off, exiting into a waiting taxi cab, and leaving just as promptly as they had arrived. With the shake of his head the man in brown walked around to the front of the car, opening the car door and plopping himself onto the front seat. Not even taking a second to look at his surroundings he placed the key into the ignition, only when he turned the key did he notice his fatal mistake. A small note taped to the dash reading "No drugs in my town. -LV" Eyes wide stricken with horror he frantically reached for the door handle.

"Shi--"

BOOM.

Too late. In a glorious explosion of metal, fire, and body parts, the car was ripped asunder. Black smoke and white flour cascading and twirling in the air as on lookers fled in terror. As the trailing smoke climbed higher and higher into the thick clouded skies, somewhere, far away, Luciano Vincenzo smiled faintly. This was his town. His New York city.

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Character sheet

Name:

Age:

Appearance:

Family:

Position:

Brief History:

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Positions in the Mafia are as follows:

Don - The leader, kingpin, and final word for any family. His word is law, and is not contested by anyone in the family. Unless they enjoy ending up in the Manhattan river.

Consiglieri - The Don's council. His "right hand man", nothing goes to the Don without first going through his Consiglieri. He is allowed to exercise a certain level of freedom of his own, as he has considerable amount of power in the family, but again, the Don remains the final authority.

Capo-Regime - These are the generals, so to speak. A families soldiers will report to the capo's for things like assignments, pay, permission for certain acts, etc. In any given territory, it's divided amongst the Capo's to protect and survey the area using their soldiers and to keep the lines in check.

Soldier - The lowest of the "Made Men", these are the foot soldiers who do work above associates, but below anyone else. Things that are important enough to warrant the attention of the Mafia like hits, protection, extortion and most high priced deals. They're the everyman of the Mafia and are known for essentially getting things done.

Associate - Anyone not officially inducted into a family, but still on the payroll. These are the lowest of the low in a family and are assigned with grunt work like guard duties, "roughing up" prospective clients, and essentially doing any dirty jobs that a family may not want their names associated with. They never report to anyone but the soldiers and are never to mention who they work for or associate themselves with a particular family.

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There are five major families in the New York area, and they are

The Gambino's: Totally for the drug trade, they control The Bronx and are known for their loose adherence to the Mafia way, and have even been rumored to promote non-Italians into their ranks. Though this makes them borderline animalia to the other families, they have sheer weight of numbers which keeps the other four from moving against them.

The Vincenzo's: For as much as the Gambino's are for the drug trade, the Gambino's are against it. They stick to the more traditional methods of Cosa Nostra only allowing Italians into the family, and making money primarily from numbers games, racketeering, extortion, and gambling. They are one of the most well respected families and own Staten Island.

[ Ed Note: I won't go into detail for the other three, since I'm leaving that up to people who want to make their own families, but I will list the area's they own. If anyone wants to play a Don, feel free to change the name.]

The Lombardi family: Control Manhattan

The Fazzolari family: Control Queens

The Mazza family: Control Brooklyn

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So yeah, have at you and hopefully we can actually get something rolling with this thing of ours.

could a person work for no family and just be an assassin for hire that the family's like to use???

For very low level hits and the like, but that'd fall under the category of an associate. A mafia family would only trust one of their own for any hit of importance.

Name: Micheal Fazzolari

Age: 31

Appearance: 5'9, Brown eyes, Short black hair, that's his general makeup, but he's most known for his piercing Green eyes.

Family: Fazzolari

Position: The Don

Brief History: Micheal made it into New York with almost no problem, he was from one of the families from Italy anyways, so he was covered, Micheal and a few other Fazzolari's got together in the heart of Queens, starting there little trade with a bit of "protection" for the local Stalls and stores. After a month, they had amassed a little funds, and decided to get big. They purchased three hundred cases of top of the line guns. After that they were the top dogs for selling weapons. At the moment, they have a casino that they use as a meeting place, and a source of revenue, the Family is one of the younger ones, but they'll be up, and soon.

(This familly doesn't like theVincenzo's, due to a little dispute over one of there soldiers doing some work on their land.)

Name: Ameressa Camerino [Amy for short]

Age: 28

Appearance:

Standing a lean 5'7, Amy has a smooth olive tone, and a lean body, marked by a few stray straight-scars, and a few tattoos [a .45 Magnum tattooed to the front of her left thigh, a rose behind her neck, and a hummingbird on the inside of her hip- each tattoo has a story]. Her hair falls long and in spiraling black curls. Her eyes are a bright hazel tone, and are focused by long black lashes. Her face is composed of smooth angles that draw attention to her more alluring features- such as full rounded lips, and dreamy- yet dangerous- eyes.

Family: Fazzolari

Position: Consiglieri

Brief History: At an early age, she befell the hands of the Vincenzos. One of the capo's had adopted her from his friend's dying family, and took her into his own. At that young age, she thought that she had fallen into heaven. The man was rich, kind, and seemed to be living a justified life.
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At the age of 15, she learned how wrong she was. Her natural adolescent curiosity got her into a lot of trouble, when she ran up on a meeting between the Vincenzos. Guido came home and beat her for her wrongs, and she became angry. She began to call out the entire family, blackmailing them. But she couldn't win. Not against them all.
Guido sent her to meet the don.
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Age 16: Meeting the don, she had been attacked for her loud mouth and renegade nature. She was cut and shot several times. And then, she was sent to the hospital, with a note that said "She tried to kill herself".
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She then spent a few short years in Juvy, being classified as suicidal and dangerous. She had a lot of pent up rage that seemed to escape her upon the other children. But finally, she had followed up on one year of good behavior to get out...
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Age 20: Amaressa had secretly made her way into a tiny little drug business of her and her current boyfriend and his brother. Things went well, food got on the table. And she was great with numbers; she easily became the head of the operation.
But upon trouble with Jacob's brother, Amaressa could only take one path to free him from the attempts to turn them in.
She killed her boyfriend's brother.
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A few years passed and the two (Jacob and Amy) broke up. She had wandered around, a freelance accountant and spy for those who needed one. But upon turning 23, she was searching, and found the Fazzolari. The don, Michael, reminded her a lot of herself in his strong ways and supreme rule. She had spent a long time proving herself to him, and the others, but finally made it in. Being a lowly soldier at first, she had worked her way up now to a Capo, and had earned both the respect, and the heart, of the don of the Fazzolari.


--Michael, would you mind if I played the girlfriend? A big partaker in the mob's growth?

Heheha, we both picked the same fmily to be don's of Eternity... hehehahahahaha...

Mmmmyeah, and unless you've got one hell of a story, there's little chance a female would be a don.

I was gonna make her husband don and with lung cancer and she was slowly taking over. Now, Lord Eastep, can I play your girlfriend/fiancee? I wouldn't be killing you, pinky swear!

I don't see why not, let me read up a bit more on the exact physics of the mafia, because I thought the wives and women weren't supposed to be in their buisess, only italian men were allowed in or something along those lines.
But I don't see why we can't have it this way, it's up to Dullaware though.

Name: Alessandro “Ali” Cross

Age: 22

Appearance:

Family: Vincenzo

Position: soldier

Brief History: his family were killed during some gang violence and because he had nowhere to go one of the Vincenzo family took him in as a potential recruit. He grew up around guns and violence so it was only natural that he became a hit man for his family. Right now because of the many successful kills he has made, he has been expected to move up and become a Capo-Regime but he is reluctant to go deeper into the underworld. What he really wants to do is find out which of the families killed his family so that he can seek vengeance, but this life suits him for now.

Cool, cool.

Dullaware, here is my idea-

Ameressa started out working under him as a lowly Italian that had migrated from another mafia that had betrayed her. Once she started to this mob, she ended up dating the don, and he allowed her to stay within the business's regulation due to the fact she already knew too much and had proved herself a beneficial worker.

FINALLY I completed my profile lol.

Mmmm, well, I'd be willing to let it ride to see how it plays out. Could be interesting.

Seems all good to me, get Dullaware's approval, and that's all good. But I was thinking of having you as the Consiglieri so I don't have to make one up or wait for somebody else to be my Consiglieri. So what do you say?

That'd actually work a little better too, since he could more easily hide having a female council than say a female general leading men and giving orders, only a select few people would know the power she really has.

done. I wanted to be that in the first place, but I forgot how to spell it every time I went to edit lol.

Alright, should we delete all that waste? Or leave it?

Well I can't delete anything sooo....

Name: Luciano "Sticks" Vincenzo

Age: 43

Appearance: A gruff man, face ravaged with the worries and responsibilities of a man far older than he, Luciano's face is aged beyond his years looking more of a man in his mid sixties than his actual age. Piercing deep green eyes are never shown fully open, his visage one of almost constant boredom. Those who know Luciano, however, know it's due to half his mind almost constantly devoted to a myriad of other things. A full head of raw black, pure Sicilian hair with streaks of gray forcing their way here and there. The man is never seen without his trademark gold pocket watch, given to him by his father, adorned with the holy Catholic cross. Always dressed in the best, sharpest suits available, and his signature blood red tie. No other jewelery or accessories on his person at any time. While Luciano believes in the finer things in life, he despises lavish displays of wealth.

Family: Vincenzo

Position: The Don

Brief History: Like almost every Guinea kid brought with his parents from Sicily, Luciano started off in the streets of Hell's Kitchen. A stoic, silent child, Luciano was known for never speaking unless spoken to. Earning him the early childhood nickname of "Lips". There was very little special about his early upbringing. His father worked in the Mazza family, never reaching past the position of Soldier, before being shot to death for a botched truck heist. The only notification the family gave the Vincenzo family for his father's hard work was his Fedora, a future trademark of the Vincenzo syndicate. Years past with Luciano working odd jobs and struggling to help keep his mother and two sisters afloat, until his friend and future Consiglieri tipped him off to a heist of epic proportions. A jewelery van worth hundreds of thousands of dollars was being transported to a bank for safe-keeping. The two driver's and even the police protection had been bought and paid for (How, Luciano never asked) and all that was needed were men with the guts to tip it over and take the prize. The future Don knocked over the van with ease, brilliantly planning a scheme that had the van take a "pit stop" in an area for an emergency oil change. The driver's taken care of and the guard detail "detained", Luciano had what everyman needed to begin a family, cash, and lots of it. With his single Capo and handful of soldiers, Luciano bribed, cheated, and simply beat the Mazza family out of Staten island. Claiming it for his own. The rest, as the say, is mere history. Now controlling one of the most powerful and "pure" (By Cosa Nostra standards) families, Luciano is a no-nonsense leader with a penchant for driving his point home quite brutally. "Crack a man's ribs and he'll agree with you. Let him know you could take more than his life from him, he'll respect you" Was a favorite way of life for the Don.

Very nice, except that my family doesn't like you very much... and how come everybody joined my family?!

Conflict creates plot, so I'm none too worried. And I dunno, probably because you were the only Don till I threw up mine. If you guys wanted to start up a thread to get underway, feel free.