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anywho i just "refresh" his memory and tell him a slightly off address that would lead him into a dead end alley, then follow from afar

he got drunk and started brawling with a random military dude, and some mobster is watching. he just barely got up from failing at hitting him with a barstool

i follow at about 10 meters ditching the papers and taking off my coat



Name:Aldo Florenzio
Age:45
Gender:M
Condition: Healthy.
Physical Description:5'8", greying hair, a little on the chubby, has a short beard to cover a few scars on his face, and a shrapnel/bullet wound on his thigh
Personalityccasional PTSD: cynical, dark, never has a smile. otherwise laid back, slightly lazy, yet willing to do whatever when necessary, dedicated
Trait: Dedicated(can work well through pain, and is better able to resist interrogation), Old Wounds(bad at running and climbing).
Bio:He went through the great war, during which he served for the brits since the Americans never joined until later. During a trench raid he was injured by a mortar, and injured again in the thigh during the Gallipoli campaign. afterwards he changed his last name to be in the mafia (his italian roots more or less died out with his grandparents) seeing as he never had a chance at any other kind of job.
Perk: War Vet(higher accuracy with military-grade weapons).
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Family:
Rank:
Allies:
Enemies:
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Money: $60.
Weapons:Butterfly knife
Clothes/Armor: Doughboy overcoat, white cotton shirt and black suspenders
Vehicle:
Misc.:
Products: (Weapons, Drugs, etc.)

Name:Aldo Florenzio
Age:45
Gender:M
Condition: Healthy.
Physical Description:5'8", greying hair, a little on the chubby, has a short beard to cover a few scars on his face, and a shrapnel/bullet wound on his thigh
Personalityccasional PTSD: cynical, dark, never has a smile. otherwise laid back, slightly lazy, yet willing to do whatever when necessary, dedicated
Trait: Dedicated(can work well through pain, and is better able to resist interrogation), Old Wounds(bad at running and climbing).
Bio:He went through the great war, during which he served for the brits since the Americans never joined until later. During a trench raid he was injured by a mortar, and injured again in the thigh during the Gallipoli campaign. afterwards he changed his last name to be in the mafia (his italian roots more or less died out with his grandparents) seeing as he never had a chance at any other kind of job.
Perk: War Vet(higher accuracy with military-grade weapons).
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Family:
Rank:
Allies:
Enemies:
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Money: $60.
Weapons:Butterfly knife
Clothes/Armor: Doughboy overcoat, white cotton shirt and black suspenders
Vehicle:
Misc.:
Products: (Weapons, Drugs, etc.)

Name: Mort
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Physical Desc.: Slim, 1,95 meters, and brown straight hair.
Personality: cautious, sleek, and ready to backstab 'friends' when needed to survive.
Trait: He's fairly fast because of his build, but lacks in power.
Bio: -
Perk: -
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Weapon: Glock 17
Armor: black robe and black pants
Misc.: A wallet including: passport, some cash, and a creditcard. Playing cards, and a notebook. (not counting the wallet)
Health: 100/100
Armor Health: 0


i cross the street and i try not to make it look obvious i'm watching them

Name: Mort
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Physical Desc.: Slim, 1,95 meters, and brown straight hair.
Personality: cautious, sleek, and ready to backstab 'friends' when needed to survive.
Trait: He's fairly fast because of his build, but lacks in power.
Bio: -
Perk: -
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Weapon: Glock 17
Armor: black robe and black pants
Misc.: A wallet including: passport, some cash, and a creditcard. Playing cards, and a notebook. (not counting the wallet)
Health: 100/100
Armor Health: 0

i cross the street and i try not to make it look obvious i'm watching them

Name:Tyrone Jenkins
Age:20
Gender:Male
Condition: Healthy.
Physical Description:Black hair, black goatee, blue eyes, pale skin
Personality:He doesn't like killing bystanders and innocents unless he absolutelly has to, he's a nice guy to his pals, he's a bit of a tail-chaser
Trait: Charming, he's a lusty hit with the ladies. Reluctance to kill, he pulls the trigger slightly slower than others
Bio: Tyrone's mother was an african-american. But he entirely inherited his father's skin. One reason why he has the first name a african-american sometimes has. He's not as racist as you would think a white man would be around this time. He got his dirty hands on a gun from a dead cop after a firefight with the mob at the age of 19. He figured he could use it. When he was threatning to kill a theif who had snuck into the house, he pulled the trigger. But it hit the theif in the shoulder. The bullet kept on going. His mother was stepping through the front door. The round caught her in the head. Now, every time he's about to shoot some poor schmuck, he sees an image of his mother. His father was former U.S army. He taught Tyrone how to use a weapon, but he took it away and handed it over to the police department. Even so, Tyrone is still reluctant to fire a gun.
Perk: Eagle Eye(higher accuracy with handguns).
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Family:
Rank:
Allies:
Enemies:
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Money: $100.
Weapons:
Clothes/Armor:Long, black trench coat, black fedora, white office shirt under the trench coat, black loafer shoes.
Vehicle:
Misc.:
Products:

Uh, results? (Gambino for the win... Or whoever deals with prosti******)

Name:Tyrone Jenkins
Age:20
Gender:Male
Condition: Healthy.
Physical Description:Black hair, black goatee, blue eyes, pale skin
Personality:He doesn't like killing bystanders and innocents unless he absolutelly has to, he's a nice guy to his pals, he's a bit of a tail-chaser
Trait: Charming, he's a lusty hit with the ladies. Reluctance to kill, he pulls the trigger slightly slower than others
Bio: Tyrone's mother was an african-american. But he entirely inherited his father's skin. One reason why he has the first name a african-american sometimes has. He's not as racist as you would think a white man would be around this time. He got his dirty hands on a gun from a dead cop after a firefight with the mob at the age of 19. He figured he could use it. When he was threatning to kill a theif who had snuck into the house, he pulled the trigger. But it hit the theif in the shoulder. The bullet kept on going. His mother was stepping through the front door. The round caught her in the head. Now, every time he's about to shoot some poor schmuck, he sees an image of his mother. His father was former U.S army. He taught Tyrone how to use a weapon, but he took it away and handed it over to the police department. Even so, Tyrone is still reluctant to fire a gun.
Perk: Eagle Eye(higher accuracy with handguns).
------
Family:
Rank:
Allies:
Enemies:
------
Money: $100.
Weapons:
Clothes/Armor:Long, black trench coat, black fedora, white office shirt under the trench coat, black loafer shoes.
Vehicle:
Misc.:
Products:

Uh, results? (Gambino for the win... Or whoever deals with prosti******)

Name:Aldo Florenzio
Age:45
Gender:M
Condition: Healthy.
Physical Description:5'8", greying hair, a little on the chubby, has a short beard to cover a few scars on his face, and a shrapnel/bullet wound on his thigh
Personalityccasional PTSD: cynical, dark, never has a smile. otherwise laid back, slightly lazy, yet willing to do whatever when necessary, dedicated
Trait: Dedicated(can work well through pain, and is better able to resist interrogation), Old Wounds(bad at running and climbing).
Bio:He went through the great war, during which he served for the brits since the Americans never joined until later. During a trench raid he was injured by a mortar, and injured again in the thigh during the Gallipoli campaign. afterwards he changed his last name to be in the mafia (his italian roots more or less died out with his grandparents) seeing as he never had a chance at any other kind of job.
Perk: War Vet(higher accuracy with military-grade weapons).
------
Family:
Rank:
Allies:
Enemies:
------
Money: $60.
Weapons:Butterfly knife
Clothes/Armor: Doughboy overcoat, white cotton shirt and black suspenders
Vehicle:
Misc.:
Products: (Weapons, Drugs, etc.)


i just hand back for a few seconds then resume

Name:Aldo Florenzio
Age:45
Gender:M
Condition: Healthy.
Physical Description:5'8", greying hair, a little on the chubby, has a short beard to cover a few scars on his face, and a shrapnel/bullet wound on his thigh
Personalityccasional PTSD: cynical, dark, never has a smile. otherwise laid back, slightly lazy, yet willing to do whatever when necessary, dedicated
Trait: Dedicated(can work well through pain, and is better able to resist interrogation), Old Wounds(bad at running and climbing).
Bio:He went through the great war, during which he served for the brits since the Americans never joined until later. During a trench raid he was injured by a mortar, and injured again in the thigh during the Gallipoli campaign. afterwards he changed his last name to be in the mafia (his italian roots more or less died out with his grandparents) seeing as he never had a chance at any other kind of job.
Perk: War Vet(higher accuracy with military-grade weapons).
------
Family:
Rank:
Allies:
Enemies:
------
Money: $60.
Weapons:Butterfly knife
Clothes/Armor: Doughboy overcoat, white cotton shirt and black suspenders
Vehicle:
Misc.:
Products: (Weapons, Drugs, etc.)

i just hand back for a few seconds then resume

Name: Joseph L. S. DiCapitano.
Age: 24.
Gender: Male.
Condition: Healthy.
Physical Description: Tall, muscular, gaunt, olive skin, short black hair, grey eyes, small scar on the temple.
Personality: Quiet, serious, resourceful, tough, hard-working.
Trait: Better at hand to hand fighting and taking the pain - Worse at bartering(has to pay higher prices for buying things, and gets lower prices for selling).
Bio: He was born in Palermo, Italy to an Italian soldier and an Italian nurse(Florence Nightingale effect, anyone?). Shortly after his birth, DiCapitano's father was killed in World War I by Austrian soldiers, and shortly afterward he and his mother immigrated to the United States hoping to escape the war in Europe. They came to Newark through Ellis Island when DiCapitano was 3 years old, and the war ended shortly afterward. Being Italian immigrants, DiCapitano and his mother had a very difficult time in the United States, and his mother-who had turned to slightly less legal employment for the money to live-was killed when DiCapitano was 14, and DiCapitano lived on the streets afterward. He stole what he needed, and nothing more; he fought off his enemies, but never started a fight; and although he grew accustomed to living in destitution and poverty, he began to want wealth. So, he went from Newark to Manhattan, hoping to join one of the gangs and make a name for himself.
Perk: I know the way!: you know the streets of teh poor areas
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Family:
Rank:
Allies:
Enemies:
------
Money: $100.
Weapons:
Clothes/Armor: Torn jacket, dirty shirt, trousers.
Vehicle:
Misc.:
Products: (Weapons, Drugs, etc.)

He's trying to join their family. And ask Loco where "here" is, because beyond a Genovese hideout I don't know.

Gambino for the win... Or whoever deals with prosti******)

Name: Joseph L. S. DiCapitano.
Age: 24.
Gender: Male.
Condition: Healthy.
Physical Description: Tall, muscular, gaunt, olive skin, short black hair, grey eyes, small scar on the temple.
Personality: Quiet, serious, resourceful, tough, hard-working.
Trait: Better at hand to hand fighting and taking the pain - Worse at bartering(has to pay higher prices for buying things, and gets lower prices for selling).
Bio: He was born in Palermo, Italy to an Italian soldier and an Italian nurse(Florence Nightingale effect, anyone?). Shortly after his birth, DiCapitano's father was killed in World War I by Austrian soldiers, and shortly afterward he and his mother immigrated to the United States hoping to escape the war in Europe. They came to Newark through Ellis Island when DiCapitano was 3 years old, and the war ended shortly afterward. Being Italian immigrants, DiCapitano and his mother had a very difficult time in the United States, and his mother-who had turned to slightly less legal employment for the money to live-was killed when DiCapitano was 14, and DiCapitano lived on the streets afterward. He stole what he needed, and nothing more; he fought off his enemies, but never started a fight; and although he grew accustomed to living in destitution and poverty, he began to want wealth. So, he went from Newark to Manhattan, hoping to join one of the gangs and make a name for himself.
Perk: I know the way!: you know the streets of teh poor areas
------
Family:
Rank:
Allies:
Enemies:
------
Money: $100.
Weapons:
Clothes/Armor: Torn jacket, dirty shirt, trousers.
Vehicle:
Misc.:
Products: (Weapons, Drugs, etc.)

He's trying to join their family. And ask Loco where "here" is, because beyond a Genovese hideout I don't know.

Name:Aldo Florenzio
Age:45
Gender:M
Condition: Healthy.
Physical Description:5'8", greying hair, a little on the chubby, has a short beard to cover a few scars on his face, and a shrapnel/bullet wound on his thigh
Personalityccasional PTSD: cynical, dark, never has a smile. otherwise laid back, slightly lazy, yet willing to do whatever when necessary, dedicated
Trait: Dedicated(can work well through pain, and is better able to resist interrogation), Old Wounds(bad at running and climbing).
Bio:He went through the great war, during which he served for the brits since the Americans never joined until later. During a trench raid he was injured by a mortar, and injured again in the thigh during the Gallipoli campaign. afterwards he changed his last name to be in the mafia (his italian roots more or less died out with his grandparents) seeing as he never had a chance at any other kind of job.
Perk: War Vet(higher accuracy with military-grade weapons).
------
Family:
Rank:
Allies:
Enemies:
------
Money: $60.
Weapons:Butterfly knife
Clothes/Armor: Doughboy overcoat, white cotton shirt and black suspenders
Vehicle:
Misc.:
Products: (Weapons, Drugs, etc.)


i just go inside and sit at the bar, or if they are at a booth, then order some lunch (soup) and if the guy goes into the bathroom, i wait 30 sec then follow

oh, he's in a very old decrepit part of new York, like a slum but without the random violence

Name:Tyrone Jenkins
Age:20
Gender:Male
Condition: Healthy.
Physical Description:Black hair, black goatee, blue eyes, pale skin
Personality:He doesn't like killing bystanders and innocents unless he absolutelly has to, he's a nice guy to his pals, he's a bit of a tail-chaser
Trait: Charming, he's a lusty hit with the ladies. Reluctance to kill, he pulls the trigger slightly slower than others
Bio: Tyrone's mother was an african-american. But he entirely inherited his father's skin. One reason why he has the first name a african-american sometimes has. He's not as racist as you would think a white man would be around this time. He got his dirty hands on a gun from a dead cop after a firefight with the mob at the age of 19. He figured he could use it. When he was threatning to kill a theif who had snuck into the house, he pulled the trigger. But it hit the theif in the shoulder. The bullet kept on going. His mother was stepping through the front door. The round caught her in the head. Now, every time he's about to shoot some poor schmuck, he sees an image of his mother. His father was former U.S army. He taught Tyrone how to use a weapon, but he took it away and handed it over to the police department. Even so, Tyrone is still reluctant to fire a gun.
Perk: Eagle Eye(higher accuracy with handguns).
------
Family:
Rank:
Allies:
Enemies:
------
Money: $100.
Weapons:
Clothes/Armor:Long, black trench coat, black fedora, white office shirt under the trench coat, black loafer shoes.
Vehicle:
Misc.:
Products:

Well, I was close to the name. I tried to remember, but not very hard.

Apparently the soldier is jewish.

Grab a bottle and fling it at him. if he dodges, again charge him with another stool. If not, "Hoi, drink please."

Name: Joseph L. S. DiCapitano.
Age: 24.
Gender: Male.
Condition: Healthy.
Physical Description: Tall, muscular, gaunt, olive skin, short black hair, grey eyes, small scar on the temple.
Personality: Quiet, serious, resourceful, tough, hard-working.
Trait: Better at hand to hand fighting and taking the pain - Worse at bartering(has to pay higher prices for buying things, and gets lower prices for selling).
Bio: He was born in Palermo, Italy to an Italian soldier and an Italian nurse(Florence Nightingale effect, anyone?). Shortly after his birth, DiCapitano's father was killed in World War I by Austrian soldiers, and shortly afterward he and his mother immigrated to the United States hoping to escape the war in Europe. They came to Newark through Ellis Island when DiCapitano was 3 years old, and the war ended shortly afterward. Being Italian immigrants, DiCapitano and his mother had a very difficult time in the United States, and his mother-who had turned to slightly less legal employment for the money to live-was killed when DiCapitano was 14, and DiCapitano lived on the streets afterward. He stole what he needed, and nothing more; he fought off his enemies, but never started a fight; and although he grew accustomed to living in destitution and poverty, he began to want wealth. So, he went from Newark to Manhattan, hoping to join one of the gangs and make a name for himself.
Perk: I know the way!: you know the streets of teh poor areas
------
Family:
Rank:
Allies:
Enemies:
------
Money: $100.
Weapons:
Clothes/Armor: Torn jacket, dirty shirt, trousers.
Vehicle:
Misc.:
Products: (Weapons, Drugs, etc.)

Lol.
*Jeopardy music plays*