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Wyatt Hagen

Power like this isn't for the faint of heart.

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a character in “No Looking Back”, as played by Chandz

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“He who wishes to be obeyed must know how to command.”
― Machiavelli



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F U L LXN A M E

      Wyatt Kane Hagen

N I C KXN A M E S

      Wy(Pronounced Why)
      Kane

A G E

      31 | July 28th

E T H N I C I T Y

      85% English | 15% Scottish (of Gaelic origin)

S E X U A L I T Y

      Heterosexual

O C C U P A T I O N

      De Rossi’s Muscle

H O M EXT O W N

      Bronx, New York

H O U S EXH O L D
Kitchen
Living room
Bedroom/bathroom
Vehicle 1
Vehicle 2


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Prestige is the shadow of money and power.”
― C. Wright Mills


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H E I G H T

      6’1

W E I G H T

      175lbs

H A I RXC O L O R

      Brown

E Y EXC O L O R

      Green

S K I NXC O L O R

      Light tan

G E N E R A LXA P P E A R A N C E

      At first appearance, Wyatt doesn’t look like the type of guy to be anyone’s ‘muscle.’ He seems too slender at first glance, but in reality, Wyatt is built with the same significance of a wall. He’s very muscularly defined underneath his layers and is quite aggressive in his training to be able to succeed his skill set and strength. Wyatt doesn’t allow his looks to play part in any foolery. He gets down to business whenever he has to and though looks can be deceiving, Wyatt surely can pack a punch. His look is clean but slightly rugged. He prefers a scruff on his pale face to accentuate his brown hair and green eyes. His green eyes are also the type to die for, he has a dreamy sense to him which masks his aggressive behavior most of the time and makes him come off as charming.


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“Power is the most persuasive rhetoric.”
― Friedrich Schiller


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P E R S O N A L I T YXT R A I T S

      ✦ Loyal ✧ Trustworthy ✦ Honest ✧ Protective ✦
      ✦ Reliable ✧ Charming ✦ Confident ✧ Witty ✦

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      ✦ Brute ✧ Aggressive ✦ Blunt ✧ Money hungry ✦
      ✦ Power hungry ✧ Confrontational ✦ Irascible ✧ Malicious ✦


      Truth be told, Wyatt is De Rossi’s muscle for a reason. He isn’t the type of guy to put up with anyone’s bullshit, he’s always about getting to business and leaving play time for the children, and he doesn’t enjoy or accept being fucked with. When Hagen has something that needs to be done on his to do list, it’s his second priority to protecting De Rossi. Wyatt takes what he does very seriously, especially since he and De Rossi go back several years. Wyatt Hagen is a business man and that’s exactly what can be expected of him. Hagen is a hard-working man and enjoys the work that he does. He has been beside De Rossi for many years now and now that his friend is his Boss, The Boss, he knows that in the end having this tie to De Rossi will take him up the ladder in any business that he follows through with. He’s made a living for himself by engaging with the De Rossi family and he’s always been the protective type and now he’s made a profession out of it. However, as selfless as may it seem, Hagen’s want to be in the profession he is in, is mostly due to the hunger that reigns inside of Wyatt. He’s a power hungry, money hungry, shark. He enjoys the thrill of power in his hands and by being De Rossi’s right hand man, he’s given that prideful work. He is using this profession to get ahead in his own life, less so for De Rossi’s benefit, but rather for his own.

      Hagen is not afraid to get into people’s faces, he’s not afraid of breaking a jaw, of whipping out his gun and pointing that barrel towards someone’s face. Hagen’s not afraid of any of it because he’s lived it. He knows what it’s like to be at the end of that barrel, staring down into it as though it held onto his next breath. He’s not afraid of taking a life because there were so many times where his life was nearly taken from him. He’s a very cold individual and doesn’t really understand mercy even though it was given to him several times. He’s a very aggressive man by nature and gets easily angered by people who undermine him. He will very quickly put people in their place the second they attempt to take any sort of power from Wyatt. He does not appreciate being made look weak or vulnerable and will quickly turn those circumstances around in order to prove his strength and power, both physically and not.

      Wyatt isn’t, however, a total aggressor. The guy does have a heart somewhere deep within his dark pit of a soul. He’s really charming and knows how to treat people, specifically a lady. He’s quite the romantic, also. He likes to make ladies swoon, he likes to treat them and pamper them. Wyatt is not by any means sensitive but he likes to pamper those who are close to him. He’s extremely charming and his confidence definitely helps him. He has a way about him that makes him a fairly easy person to talk to whenever he’s in a good mood. He has a rhetoric about him that makes him the typical lady’s man. He knows how to talk to people to get what he wants, and he knows how to talk to women, also to get what he wants. Although Wyatt is very noncommitting right now, he does imagine himself settling down with the perfect house wife.

      Wyatt sees a future for himself far from the mob family. He aspires to be someone; he aspires to be his own person. He is a very ambitious person and knows what he wants for himself, it’s just a matter of having the right network, enough money, and the right timing. He hasn’t had the opportunity for such yet so he sticks by De Rossi. He is loyal though. He has thus far dedicated his life to protecting De Rossi and that’s certainly not going to change. He wants to take over the De Rossi family business, but of course it’s hard to do so since he’s not family, not by blood anyway. He just sees himself as a better leader, although he is very proud of how much and how far De Rossi has gotten in such little time. Hagen’s want to take over fo De Rossi is more his inflated ego talking. He doesn’t plan on killing De Rossi, but he certainly is waiting for an opportunity to make his mark and get his name on the charts.


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“Power is the great aphrodisiac.”
― Henry A. Kissinger


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L I K E S

      ✦ Energy drinks ✧ Coffee ✦ Alcohol ✧ Pizza ✦ Chinese food ✧ Fried chicken ✦ His Impala ✧ Dressing nicely ✦ His bachelor pad ✧ Driving around town ✦ Rap ✧ Dogs ✦ Romantic women ✧ Holding the cold steel of a gun ✦ Rock ✧ Action movies ✦ Horror movies ✧ Interior design tv shows ✦ Reality shows ✧ Badass women ✦ Sex

D I S L I K E S

      ✦ Cats ✧ Country music ✦ People who don’t pay off their loans ✧ Weak people ✦ Getting his hands ‘dirty’ ✧ Snow ✦ Cold weather ✧ Tea/Tea drinkers ✦ Soup ✧ Most healthy foods ✦ Diets ✧ Cold showers ✦ Bad tasting food ✧ Sleepless nights ✦ Feeling dumb ✧ Politics ✦ Blondes

H O B B I E S

      ✦ Going to the shooting range
      ✧ Eating
      ✦ Drinking whiskey
      ✧ Driving his Impala around the city


T A L E N T S

      ✦ Near perfect shot | Wyatt practices every week at the shooting range and has quite the record
      ✧ Persuasive tongue | He’s good looking, charismatic, and has an amazing rhetoric, he knows exactly what to say every time
      ✦ Quick hands | His hand to his holster speed is record time for him, he’s got quick reflexes
      ✧ Fast driver | He knows his way around the city and he shows off his driving skills whenever he gets a chance

F L A W S

      ✦ Aggressive| Hagen may be a little more aggressive than he needs to be at time, but who can blame him in this line of work?
      ✧ Egotistical | He knows he’s attractive and he knows he’s charming; it inflates his ego a little too much

S E C R E T S

      ✦ He wants to take over De Rossi’s mob | He doesn’t want to take out De Rossi, he just wants to be the Boss. He has a strong tendency for leadership positions and he thinks he could help the mob
      ✧ He hates being a mobster | It’s not his first idea of being successful but it’s what he got into at his time of need. It’s what he does to get by but he has his own dreams and aspirations

F E A R S

      ✦ He’ll never get married | Not very deep down somewhere Wyatt is a very romantic guy and he dreams of being with that perfect woman
      ✧ He’ll die a servant to De Rossi | Hating the mob and being part of the mob is a very hard thing. He’s afraid that one day he’ll get caught at the wrong place at the wrong time and he’ll meet his untimely death simply because he was doing his job protecting De Rossi.

G O A L S

      ✦ Become the Boss (or…)
      ✧ Get out of the mob and start a company
      ✦ Settle down with a wife


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“Authority must be respected and chosen wisely.”
― Lech Walesa


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F A M I L YX&XS I G N I F I C A N TXF I G U R E S

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      Harrison Ackerman | Father | 60 | Owns a Gentleman Club | London, England

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      Grace Hagen | Mother | 54 | Deceased

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      Alexandra Grace | Sister | 24 | Bartender | New York, New York

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      Riley Harriet | Sister | 24 | Model | Los Angeles, California

H I S T O R Y

      Wyatt Kane Hagen of Manchester, England; originally Weston Lance Ackerman, was born to Harrison Lance Ackerman of England and Grace Victoria Hagen of Scotland.

      Wyatt was born to two loving parents who were very head strong people. Harry Ackerman has been a business for as long as he can remember. Starting his own life being some mob guy’s runaway, Harry met his wife while on the job. Grace’s own father had been involved with New York’s notorious De Rossi family generations behind. She eventually was introduced to Harry through the mob and the two fell in love. Unfortunately, the destiny that brought the two together was the same one that introduced Grace with death decades later.

      Before the untimely destruction of life and marriage, Harry and Grace lived in the suburbs right outside of the city housing their small but growing family. When little Weston (now Wyatt) was 7, the small family grew to 5 with the birth of fraternal twins Alex and Riley. Several years after the family grew, as did the mob and its business. Ackerman worked as De Rossi’s right hand man, helping in all his decision making and business growth. Ackerman did all of De Rossi’s dirty work for him, ultimately gaining him many enemies. One evening, the family took out the streets for a family night. By this time, the kids were old enough to understand to a certain degree that daddy was an important man but did not fully understand the business he was in. During this night out on the town, the Ackerman family got caught in an attack on Harrison. A hit was put out for him but he was not the one to die. Grace was hit in the back by the bullet and died before first responders could reach her. This was the day young Weston Ackerman began to understand the rough world he lived in.

      As he grew older, he found himself distancing himself from his father. He had always known his as the reason his mother was dead. He didn’t want to follow his father’s footsteps but when he had turned 18 and he ran away from home for a while, he had nowhere else to turn but the De Rossi family. He had grown desperate and he went running back into the life he swore to never live. When he turned 21, he changed his name entirely, taking his mother’s maiden name and began living that life he so furiously despised. The entire family split apart. Wyatt and the girls still talk but their father is excluded from the picture by all three kids.


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O T H E R
      Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ ✦ Jensen Ackles

      Pᴏʀᴛʀᴀʏᴇᴅ Bʏ ✧ Chandz

      ⒸⓄⓅⓎⓇⒾⒼⒽⓉ ⓌⒶⓇⓃⒾⓃⒼ

      character basic form © aurei
      modified form ઽ૮૨Α
      modified form for this roleplay : Chandz


So begins...

Wyatt Hagen's Story

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Character Portrait: Katalina Winters Character Portrait: Danny Marks Character Portrait: Zachary Reynolds Character Portrait: Cora Shelby Character Portrait: Wyatt Hagen Character Portrait: Ivonne Abner Character Portrait: Adrian De Rossi Character Portrait: Elena De Rossi

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Two years ago, Danny had never gone by a nickname. His parents had named him Daniel. Not 'D', not 'Dan', not 'Danny'. Daniel was the name on his birth certificate, his social security card, his badge...Daniel. But none of those things existed anymore. Oh they were somewhere, he was sure, under a red label that claimed 'confidential'...but not real. Not tangible. Not something he could pull at and look at.

To be fair, Danny wasn't on anything he could pull out and look at either. It was just...something he could feel. Something he could relate to every time he heard Cora call it down the hall, or when Wyatt gave him an acknowledged nod before work, or when Frank whispered it somewhere near his ear...

Danny sighed and brought his cigarette up to his lips. He could remember Daniel Lynn...but he could hardly see him anymore. He wasn't in the mirror staring back at him, that was for sure. Daniel Lynn was turning into a memory...and Danny was both ready to be free of him, and terrified to see him go.

It was all very confusing.

Kind of like these damned parties.

Danny opened his mouth and let smoke fall out of it, watching the party around him come back into view full force. Diavolo de Rossi looked spectacular as always, done up in beautiful reds and golds, the sign out front claiming they were having some kind of fancy charity event. Inside, however, the people weren't just rich and famous...they were also dangerous.

The waitstaff was mostly made up from kids in his building, the ones on the second to the top floor. Not good enough to play with the big boys, but smart enough to keep their mouths shut. They were too busy to overhear anything important anyway...well, except for Cora, who he could pick out of the crowd only because he knew her. She seemed just as busy as the other servers in their professional black dresses, but Danny had learned to watch her, really watch her. She was eavesdropping, listening into the conversations the other Family members couldn't.

Zack was also a top-flooer blending in with the staff himself, his unruly curls tamed back for the night, his fingers moving quickly over the drinks he passed out. Danny could only catch them occasionally, the little packets of drugs, the secret exchange of smiles and nods. Zack was good, even for Danny's trained eye. Very good.

Kitty was there too, a knock-out even compared to the other women who were hanging onto their husbands (sugar daddies?) arms. She looked fantastic, in her element, hard at work. She knew things too, heard things even Cora didn't, because she spent her time surrounded by yes-men...and Danny was sure all she had to do was bat her lashes to earn a handful of secrets.

He took another drag of his cigarette.

Elena and Adrain De Rossi were socializing with every bit of grace they'd been born with, dressed in clothing so expensive he was sure it would pay his rent three times over (not that he was paying his own rent, really. The services he provided the Family covered that expense). On the other side of the room, Ivonne was doing the same, a champagne glass held elegantly in her hand, expression blank as usual, gaze ever vigilant. Looking at them, one wouldn't ever expect something was wrong.

Then there was Wyatt, always close to Francis, even surrounded by people they called Friends. Granted, Danny knew better. For one thing, Frank was ever paranoid, for another...these parties were rarely what they appeared to be. Danny had only been to two himself, but he recognized a recon operation when he saw one. This time he was at least somewhat in the know. He'd earned some trust, finally.

Money was missing. Large sums of it, siphoned out slowly from the Family budget for the last couple of months, at least. It was sloppy work, which meant it hadn't been someone in the inner circle, but one of the soldiers out on the street everyday. Probably some idiot who had stumbled onto numbers he wasn't supposed to have. But they hadn't been able to lock down which division the leak had come from. Sex, Drugs, Weapons, so on, so forth.

Thus, the party.

It was a game of politics, manners, and skill.

Danny finished off his cigarette and snuffed it out in the ash trey next to him, his eyes following his mark diligently. Sebastian Olivarez. Danny recognized him not only from the folder Wyatt had handed him earlier that week, but also from police reports...although the former was much more detailed. Drug Lord, low level, fairly new to the game. Worked down in the Bronx. Armani suit, but a little ill fitting. Danny swiped a whiskey glass off one of the trays going around, took a large gulp of it, then rounded the corner

He pressed two fingers to his forehead in a salute around his glass when they touched, and Olivarez gave him a respectful nod in return.

Danny deposited the glass on another floating tray then looked at the phone he'd just snagged from Olivarez's coat pocket. Blackberry, password protected. No problem, just mildly annoying for now. He caught Frank's eye when he looked up, grinned and sent a wink his way, then disappeared into one of the backrooms to drop the phone in the collection of mobiles, planners, tablets, and anything else he'd gotten his hands on in the last ten minutes.

His job was simple: steal, look, return. It'd been a little tricky at first, but the more rounds Zack and the alcohol made, the more susceptible people were. Not to mention, it was quick work. Most of the electronics were uninteresting, because the smart mobsters didn't keep private information on hackable devices. Then again, smart mobsters also didn't steal form their bosses, so there was that.

Danny plopped himself down on one of the sitting sofa's, threw his feet up on the coffee table, and sat to work undoing the password. He wasn't a hacker by trade, but he'd picked up a few skills over the last couple of months, and he was sure it wouldn't take him long.

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Character Portrait: Katalina Winters Character Portrait: Danny Marks Character Portrait: Zachary Reynolds Character Portrait: Cora Shelby Character Portrait: Wyatt Hagen Character Portrait: Ivonne Abner Character Portrait: Adrian De Rossi Character Portrait: Elena De Rossi

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IVONNE ABNER
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"You must understand that I only want what's best for..." The man's hands fumbled against each other, and his tongue flickered over his wet lips every time he took a pause in his overly deliberated sentences. "... I would hate for a silly rumor to impair not just my reputation, but our relationship..." He was excessively groomed, with trimmed nails, glowing teeth, and white hair waxed and sprayed to the point of looking like plastic. "... It's all a misunderstanding, of course..."

His name was Chancellor Bevon Willcox, and his expression was saturated with stress as he searched for more to say. The 'silly rumor' was concerning a grim-fated concoction of him, his secretary, and an excessive amount of unwanted touching. A 'misunderstanding', indeed.

"It would certainly be mutually beneficial for you to-" "How so?" He was clearly unsettled by the woman's sudden reply, and his slackened jaw moved up and down as he gaped for words. "I don't really know what you mean-" "I mean, how will it be mutually beneficial?"

The woman took a sip of her wine, a matter-of-fact expression on her face. "As far as I can tell, the only one that benefits is you. The man that sexually harassed an employee and then began sputtering excuses when he got reprimanded for it."

The chancellor reddened, and his jaw once again began gaping. "I- I said it was a misunderstanding! Y- You must understa-" "You must understand, Chancellor, that among our 'ranks', we employ corrupt policemen, drug dealers, arms dealers, and prostitutes,"

Her smile was soft, and almost solicitous. "But even we have standards."

His eyes widened in shock, his rubber lips forming an 'o', and she retained her smile, and bobbed her head softly. "Enjoy the party."

She moved swiftly past him, and in afterthought, added over her shoulder, "I doubt you'll be attending another one."

Ivonne moved to a spare space in the room, taking a sip of wine as she metaphorically caught her breath. It was supposedly a party, but all Ivonne could see was an ocean of business transactions. A commerce of gossip and secrets. It was at parties like these that some of the most important decisions were made, where 'familial' bonds were strengthened, and others were cut. Ivonne brought the glass to her lips, analyzing the crowd as she waited for yet another pig-brained politician with some self-caused problem to come to her, claiming innocence.

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Character Portrait: Danny Marks Character Portrait: Francis De Rossi Character Portrait: Wyatt Hagen

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3:48 PM

“Alex, I already told you. It’s my job. I have to do it.” Wyatt sat at the bar, leaning on his elbows over a short glass of whiskey on the rocks. His head was bowed; his index finger tip ran over the rim of the glass as he avoided eye contact with his younger sister. She stood on the opposite side of him, with a white rag tossed over her shoulder and her hair up in a high pony. She had her arms spread eagle, gripping the rim of the bar top. She too bowed her head, but with her came an elongated sigh of pure annoyance. She picked her head up only to speak.

“You know, I just don’t understand why you have to sacrifice your life every day for the son of the man that –“

Wyatt’s head shot up from his drink and his eyes gazed into his sisters. His eyes were cold, but hers were in pain. Wyatt knew exactly where her mind was going to go and he knew she needed to be stopped. When his gaze met hers, Alex immediately stopped talking. The subject of the matter was still a sensitive topic, even decades later.

“Sorry. I’m just saying. I don’t think it’s worth it all.”

“I know,” Wyatt said standing from his bar stool. He gripped the edge of the short glass near the mouth of it, guided it towards is mouth and tipped the glass towards his mouth, stopping only the ice with his teeth. He winced at the strong whiskey making its way down his throat and gently set the glass back down on the wooden bar top. “Why do you think I’m trying to get out?” Wyatt pulled a 20 out of his suit jacket pocket, much more than his drink cost, and tossed onto the bar top gently landing it right by the glass he just finished. He gave a small salute to his baby sister who worked the bar as he turned towards the door and left the bar.


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8:24 PM

With every swift movement he made, Wyatt’s eyes stayed pressed to the back of Frank De Rossi. Wyatt stood at a perfect distance from Frank, never allowing him to wander too far or stepping too close as to intimidate the guests that interacted with Frank, unless of course someone needed to keep their distance from Frank; then Wyatt would step closer, moving his hand to his holstered gun while setting a rough gaze towards the person. Otherwise, however, Wyatt stayed several steps behind Frank, as he had ordered.

Today was a day of business. As was most days for the De Rossi group. Someone had been infiltrating Francis De Rossi’s accounts and smuggling money for their own benefits. Something that will not go unrecognized or unpunished by Francis. He took his business very seriously and would not let anyone sabotage the De Rossi name in any way, shape, or form. He intended fully to get to the bottom of it and his best men and women were behind him. Wyatt more so than anyone else. He had been loyal to the De Rossi family and name since his birth essentially. He had grown up alongside Frank and Adrian and when the two brothers worked their way to recreate what their father had started, Wyatt stood along them and vowed to protect them from all of the things that would attempt to stand in their way. Now, as Frank owns the title of Boss, Wyatt protects him more than ever.

Wyatt’s eyes wandered across the room. He needed to always keep the area clear of danger. Of course, he didn’t work alone. He had his own recruits that helped with security. They weren’t part of Frank’s runaway crew but they worked similar to that. They were clueless teenagers once who knew not what to do with their lives. Wyatt calls them when he needs heavy security detail. They know nothing about what’s going on ever, all they know is that they protect De Rossi and they get paid, which works for them as much as it does for Wyatt. From across the room he can see Danny sneak past a few guests and into a back room, which only meant the boy was doing his job; Wyatt had him swiping devices off the guests and hacking into them to gain any sort of intel possible. From his phone, Wyatt sent a text to Danny, encoding the message, asking if they had yet found the culprit, in case his phone were to ever be hacked by someone else, it would seem like a generic message.

To: Danny
Are we out of milk yet?


Wyatt hit send and slid the phone back in his pocket and turning his attention back towards Francis. Asking Danny if they were out of milk was actually asking if they’ve discovered the right phone and person yet. If they had, Danny would respond saying that they were in fact out of milk. If not, they still had enough milk. Now, it was just up to Danny to respond with the message and from there, they would decide where to go next.

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Character Portrait: Katalina Winters Character Portrait: Zachary Reynolds Character Portrait: Francis De Rossi Character Portrait: Wyatt Hagen Character Portrait: Ivonne Abner Character Portrait: Adrian De Rossi Character Portrait: Elena De Rossi

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Katalina loved when the De Rossi's threw parties. Granted, it wasn't exactly a night off for her. Quite the opposite, parties were actually some of her busiest working nights, but she still enjoyed them. It was like open season for her to prey on the boozed up men. All she had to do was find the ones who had had too much to drink, or had taken one too many pills, bat her eyelashes, pull them into one of the lounge rooms in the back of the restaurant, and convince them to pay double, sometimes even triple the normal rates. It was a cycle she repeated all night long, making more money for the Madam in one night then she could in a whole week. It was a lot of work, as any of the escorts could tell you, but it paid off well. If you were good, and Kitty was exceptional, Elena would reward you richly the next day.

Plus, parties were an excuse to get dressed up and be seen. She loved wearing all the pretty things Adrian De Rossi always bought her. It made all the other escorts jealous. In fact, most of the other girls wouldn't even speak to her because she was several levels ahead of them and they hated it. They couldn't stand that she was not only Adrian De Rossi's favorite, but Wyatt's as well. Hell, even the Boss himself, Frank, sometimes took her out on his arm when he needed a little something pretty to impress his associates. She was at the top of the pack when it came to the escorts and she intended to keep herself that way. Being the favorite meant she was allowed certain privileges the others did not have.

She knew intimate details about the De Rossi family operations that many of the other runaways would probably never know, just because she knew how to charm the most important people in the room in all the right ways. She knew that the party wasn't simply a party. It was about secrets, information, and alliances. It was her job to work the men, weaken them, so to speak. They may not be naive enough to tell her their most intimate secrets directly, but it was much easier to get what you wanted to know out of a man after he'd had several drinks and been pleased by a beautiful woman. Then it was up to people like Adrian, Ivonne, and Elena, who knew how to outwit, to extract the information the wanted.

Kitty was wearing some of Adrian's latest gifts: A designer dress that hugged her body, tall heels that accentuated her long legs, and even a flowery perfume that attracted men like they were honeybees. The night had only just begun, and already, her small clutch was so full of money, she'd have to hand it off to Elena soon. She's just come out of one of the dark, empty rooms where smaller, private parties were sometimes held and where Kitty did most of her "work" when she was at large events like the one that was currently taking place. It hadn't taken very long. It never did really, not at parties where she had more then one man to deal with throughout the night.

The man she'd just spent the last twenty or so minutes pleasing was some politician. He was married, but then, so were a lot of her clients, it never really phased her much. Hell, some of the men she was with would hire her with their wife in the other room enjoying the party obliviously. They ignored each other as he passed her in the hall and made his way back towards the party. She, however, ducked into the ladies room first instead. Inside, the room was rather lavish, as the whole building was and there were several women at the mirror fixing their make up or hair, some of them wives or girlfriends of the men at the party, real high-society women, some of them girls like her.

She went over to the mirror and stood between the two different groups that talked as they groomed themselves. Neither spoke to her, as she knew they wouldn't. The high-society girls tended to see her as trash, while the other escorts were hatefully envious of her slightly elevated status. As such, she had few female friends. Kitty just ignored them and did what she'd gone there to do. Fix her bright red lipstick, and quickly snort a few lines of cocaine given to her by Zack, earlier in the day. Being high always made her job considerably easier, and coke was one of her favorite drugs.

She came up with a deep sigh of satisfaction, rubbing the side of her nose before slipping the rest of her drugs back into her purse, and heading back out the door. This time, she made her way all the way down the hall and around the corner to where the party was being held. Her eyes danced around the room a little, looking for one of the serving trays before finally spotting one and moving through the crowd. Kitty grabbed a glass, not really caring what it was, before making her way towards the edge of the room so she could sip it quietly and observe the guests, eyes searching for her next possible client. It was going to be a long night. She almost wished she could just enjoy the party for what it appeared to be instead of spend the whole night working.






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Elena had so much work to do. Sure, she was at a party where, theoretically, she should be able to just relax, do some drinking, and then maybe take a charming man home with her, but she couldn't. There was too much to be done. There was always too much to be done in Elena's life. Very rarely, did she ever have time to simply relax and enjoy herself. She was a workaholic after all. Everything in her operation had to run flawlessly or all hell broke loose. Before the party, she'd gathered her girls together just to give them another quick rundown of the rules they all knew by heart, simply because she enjoyed order so much. If the night was to be successful for her, her girls best not break any rules. Doing so would invoke her wrath, and that was something no one wanted aimed at them.

So Elena was far to busy to simply enjoy the party. Most of her attentions were devoted to her girls. She kept her eyes on them carefully, watching them. Part of the reason was to make sure they were all doing their jobs, but another large part of the reason was to make sure they were all okay. It wasn't uncommon for a much too intoxicated man to treat one of her girls poorly. In that case, Elena had to make quick arrangements to have him ejected from the party. It was very important to her that none of her girls be made uncomfortable or forced into anything they didn't want. All of her girls worked for her by choice, not by obligation, and they were grateful for her protection, making them very loyal and easy to work with, unlike some pimps who constantly had to punish their girls.

Other then keeping an eye on her girls, however, Elena was also responsible for engaging with the guests. She had to charm them, dazzle them like she always did. Not only to get them interested in hiring one of her girls, but also to extract their secrets from them. It wasn't so hard really. Especially not after one of her escorts had been with them. All it took was a little cleverness and men would tell her anything. They rarely saw her as a threat, seeing as she was a woman and the mob was typically a man's world. Elena hated it, but she couldn't help find it amusing as well. It was their mistake. The number of politicians and lawmen Elena could easily blackmail with the knowledge that they'd hired one of her girls was outrageous. No man wanted their wife, kids, or worse, the media, knowing that they'd been with a prostitute.

She was discreet, of course, she had to be or her clients wouldn't come back, but she did use the information to keep their loyalty, which, to the Family, was far more valuable then their money at times. She could get any man to do almost anything she wanted and they hardly even realized it. It was almost comical really, how dim they could be sometimes. She'd been spending the entire night gathering useful information from men too preoccupied with drinks, drugs, and sex too realize what they were giving up. Sure, she hadn't found anything to indicate who the culprit stealing the Family's money was just yet, but she had gotten more then enough useful information already and the night had really only just begun.

Elena was standing with a small group of men, laughing lightly at the jokes they made, speaking in a soft, only slightly cold tone, charm dripping from her words. One of her girls made her way over to her and Elena smiled and wrapped an arm around the small redhead's waist. "I was just talking about you Polly." She smiled and the girl smiled at the men, batting her lashes as she glanced between them. "Mr. Henry here wanted to meet you." She said, taking the girl's hand and placing it on the man's, doing her job for the thousandth time that night. After the two of them had slipped away, Elena excused herself and made her way towards the back of the room with a sigh. She needed a break. Typically, Elena wasn't a warm person. She was actually rather cold. It became tiresome to charm all night long. She sat at one of the tables and casually lit herself a cigarette, taking a deep inhale as she watched the party take place before her.

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Character Portrait: Katalina Winters Character Portrait: Danny Marks Character Portrait: Francis De Rossi Character Portrait: Wyatt Hagen Character Portrait: Ivonne Abner Character Portrait: Adrian De Rossi Character Portrait: Elena De Rossi

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Nights like these were both simultaneously enthralling and tedious, commonplace and nerve-wracking, and Frank knew not where the line between these extremes was drawn. There was something about these gatherings that made him feel the respect he had craved for so long as he worked to rebuild the business empire. It certainly appeared that way from the outside, for he had seated himself at a table that was now filled with senators and businessmen alike. Like a king surveying his kingdom, he gazed at the faces, glanced about the opulent room, and offered up jokes or comments when the time seemed right.

But he also felt like a spider, perhaps, what with his so many intricate pieces of the operation coming to together all at once, weaving together like the strands of a spider’s web. He could see his brother now as he moved towards Ivonne. Oh, she certainly looked uncomfortable, but there was little he could do from where he was. Instead, he focused on Elena now as she lit up her cigarette. Katalina had positioned herself in a corner too. Danny was making his way to the back room now, unfamiliar phone in his hand.

In a way, he envied their ability to blend into the crowd, to remove themselves from a situation. He, on the other hand, seemed to always find himself at a table such as this one, his neck breathed down by society’s brown-nosers. He certainly exaggerated to an extent, but Frank had a tendency towards that at times. Nevertheless, he did play the role well -- kept the drinks on the table and the spirits high. As his peers lost their inhibitions, Frank continued to nurse the same glass of wine, afraid to let himself off too easy this night. Not when there was so much to do.

He knew the procedure by heart now, and he ran over it in his head as he waited for Danny's signal -- which came in the form of a wink and grin. Frank couldn't help by smile back to himself, hoping that maybe Danny would pick up on his subtle acknowledgement.

"Something on your mind, Frank?" questioned a man across the table, forcing Frank back into the moment.

Francis shook his head suddenly, grabbing for his wine glass as he faced the man, New York’s governor, a man who most certainly had come all this way from Albany simply to join in the revelry. Few other places had so much to offer, and for “clean men” like the Governor, it was their only way to even get to the drugs without starting a scandal. ”Just thought of a story I’d heard,” he recovered quite smoothly, delving into a tale he made up on the spot. Perhaps that was one of his talents -- he knew how to catch himself, check his surroundings. It was why he had to keep his head on and couldn’t ride through the night on a cocktail of drugs and alcohol as he was certain a few of his cohorts would.

No, the only time he could was when he was in the comfort of his home. And even then, he knew he wasn’t safe there either. But now, he fished for a cigarette in his trousers’ pocket, and five businessmen extended their lighters as he nonchalantly held the cigarette out, letting them struggle to be “the one who lit Frank De Rossi’s smoke.” There were others at the table who met him with a look of disgust, but they wouldn’t voice their opinions. He knew that they never would vocally.

The text from Danny to Wyatt would come at any moment, and he knew they’d have to be getting closer to finding the one. The rat. When the time came, he knew Wyatt would interject, and he’d leave the table. The men around him would have their suspicions, of course, but none of them had ever seen Frank in that state of mind. It certainly wasn’t something they hoped to experience. Until that text, however, he kept himself in the conversation, his eyes never lingering in one place for too long.

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Character Portrait: Danny Marks Character Portrait: Wyatt Hagen

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Danny knew the text from Wyatt would show up eventually, but he still frowned down at it. To be fair, they had been at this for awhile, and so far he hadn't hit any winners. Granted, if he'd stumbled onto something red hot his first try, he'd assume someone was trying to pull a fast one on him. Nothing was easy, not in this world. So he'd made it through half the guests with no hits.

So he didn't text back, just went through the handful of devices he already had on him, but finding nothing interesting. At least...until he stumbled across something curiously blank. iPhone 5, and according to his list belonging to Jason Rubio. The thing was, Danny had learned pretty quickly that almost everyone carried two phones. One for work, one for personal life. The phone currently in his hand should have been one or the other...but it wasn't. There were numbers in the contact list, of course, but no apps, no dates in the calendar, no alarms set. Nothing downloaded for a moment of boredom sitting in an office, or to remind him of a business deal.

Plain. Empty.

Wiped.

Danny's eyebrows arched and he sat up suddenly, making a grab for his tablet and pulling up the information he had on Rubio. Low level, mercenary type. Marked down to watch because he had a tendency to call up the attention of Elena's girls, then claim they didn't deserve whatever he was supposed to pay. Didn't 'work hard enough for it'. He also, evidently, had a bit of a drug problem...and a wife in the hospital.

Made sense. If the fucker was already in debt, of course he'd be interested in siphoning money...pay the people he owed back with what was already theirs. It was petty, and not exactly smart. But, then again, Danny had already known that. And he'd rather find motive than nothing at all.

He hurried to find the right cords he needed to plug the phone in and clone it. He wasn't sure what he could get, with it wiped like that, but something was better than nothing. Most likely all he had was a needle pointed in the right direction, anything else would have to be pulled out from Rubio by people better with words than he was.

To Wyatt:
Think so, yeah


Once he had what he needed, Danny packed his stuff back up, shoved his back somewhere inconspicuous, and stood up. He rumpled the sleeves of his shirt a little, loosened his tie, tried to make it look like he'd actually had something more than just a few sips of Whiskey here and there.

Then he went back out into the crowd, to socialize, and step around in a careful pattern, returning electronics here and there with much more ease than he'd started out with. Eventually, he was dropping Rubio's phone at his table, no one even bothering to look up at him, the cloned version in his hand.

There were deleted files that he had access to now. Notes, mostly. Basic, kindergarten level coding. Granted, if Danny hadn't been looking for it, he probably wouldn't have thought twice about the list of groceries...except that he knew the account number they were looking for, and he wasn't a big enough believer in coincidence to think anyone honestly needed seven artichokes. The quantity of each item lined up exactly right...

It was painfully obvious, and yet not at the same time. He was a little afraid to admit that if the phone hadn't been wiped, it probably wouldn't have caught his attention. He slid up to Wyatt easily, grin plastered on his face, thumb swiping quickly across the screen as he looked up at his boss. "Look. You have to read this thing my friend sent me. It's hysterical." With that, he handed over the cloned phone, knowing no one was really paying attention to him, but smarter than to try to be too sneaky about that one.