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: You'll get invited to one eventually.
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Money: $100.
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Clothes/ArmorJust clothes, don't want a nude guy running around) Long, black trench coat, black fedora, white office shirt under the trench coat, black loafer shoes. (Mob-ish I know, just tell me if only made-men can wear these)
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Hmm...
You're sitting at the bar drinking. Everybody seems to be minding their own business. There's a group of young men with shaved heads at a table in the corner, probably fresh out of boot camp. They're talking and laughing loudly, and the more they drink the louder they get. There are a few people just sitting at the bar and drinking alone, like yourself. The bartender is talking to a tall guy with slicked-back hair in sunglasses and a cheap suit, probably her boyfriend.
Name:Petonio Alvarez
Age:25
Gender:Male
Condition: Healthy.
Physical Description:Tall,Long legs,buff
Personality:Masterminded,devious,Opportunist
Trait: Tall(more likely to get hit by enemy gunfire), tough(better at hand to hand fighting).
Bio:Petonio was born in Madrid,Spain.His father was pure spanish but his mother was part Italian.She told him about her family and life in Italy.During the war he did not volunteer he became a thug a good one too he can run quicker than anyone else.Then after his parent's death he learned how to speak Italian then moved to the Americas....for a new life.
Perk: Marathon(can run quickly).
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Money: $100.
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Clothes/Armor:Leather coat with a regular white shirt shirt,jeans and shades(Look sound familiar Trooper?)
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At first glance, the paper talks a lot about killings, theft, etc. It mentions a rise in criminal activity in the slums, and a recent murder by the Mafia. There is also an interview with an FBI agent, talking about the rise in organized crime and the 5 crime families of New York City. The FBI agent talks about governmental crackdowns on organized crime, but it's all a bunch of nothing.
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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Money: $60.
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Well what do you do next? xP
Also, d'you think it'll be like 1 day or 2 days GM at a time? Who wants to go after me?