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Post by ninelvndeathtrap on Sept 23, 2006 20:05:10 GMT -5
Setting: 1987 Chicago.
Family: Dragani
business: Oil rackets, Truck high jacking, gun sales (more ideas welcome)
Name: Roberto "the Skull" Dragani
Description: Family boss, average weight, male, in a grey suit, and tweed hat. smoking a cheap cigar.
Having being near the top of the hijacking game for years The skull was aging. With his face hanging low he puffed his cigar waiting for his under boss to arrive.
Dragani didn't always follow the rules, and he didn't see a point in doing so. he had started his own crime family at the age of 21 and they were going strong.. but they often had to relocate.
They took the mafia places it had never been before -- Alaska.
and they had started something never thought of before -- the oil rackets
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Post by -Axael- on Sept 28, 2006 10:05:14 GMT -5
(Mind if I join? If its a problem, I could always delete this.)
Family: Dragani
Business: Hired Hitman for the family, and assists in other business as is needed.
Name: Drake "The Viper" Durel
Description: Young and slender. Always in a black pants and a white shirt with black sneakers. Hates wearing suits.
At age 13, Drake was accidentally introduced to the underworld when he had to protect his older cousin from the police by giving them false information. Due to his false statements in court, several members of the Dragani family were able to walk away without any charges and he was taken in by them. His older cousin, a reputable hitman, took him under his wing when the police started to watch the boy with a magnifying glass in hopes of catching the group once again. He left home without his parent's consent and went to the Dragani family where his cousin taught him various techniques of silent killing. That was 5 years ago.
"So, the skull is early as usual." A figure said coldly as it appeared from the shadows. "Hasn't that guy arrived as yet?"
Drake walked in casually and took a seat near Roberto then turned to face the door, an annoyed look on his face. His right hand went into his pocket and retrieved a small case which he opened and retrieved a small metal needle with a green tip. Quickly, he closed the case and returned it to his pocket then started twirling the needle in his fingers.
The needle, his weapon if choice, is the tool he uses most when on assignments. Coated completely in a special antibiotic that allows fast healing, the green tip hides a terrible neurotoxin that is almost undetectable. Once injected into the blood stream, it interferes with the messages transmitted along the spinal cord and causes multiple organ failure within minutes. Due to its potent nature, only a small amount is ever necessary for a fully grown man; and with the addition of the antibiotic, the wound heals almost instantly to hide the already small puncture wound.
Carelessly he places the item in his mouth, the green tip pointing outward towards the door and toys with it using his tongue.
"If that guy doesn't show up soon I'm leaving," He said plainly, then spat the needle from his mouth to lodge it in the wall on the opposite side of the room.
Though it barely even created a scratch due to the wall being concrete, this was the way he usually kills his victims as flesh yeilded a far different result from hardened cement.
"I still have to go meet that detective. He should be leaving the station soon."
He jumped from his seat and dug his hands into his pockets, then stepped forward and stopped suddenly.
"You still want him dead right?" Drake asked, turning his head to look over his shoulder as he awaited the crime boss' reply.
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Post by ninelvndeathtrap on Sept 30, 2006 8:39:53 GMT -5
ooC: i have an idea, if you dont like it then we can just RP here. bu i started this RP on another forum and we need more people. so if you signed up and joined that it'd be even better. just let me know! heres the website: pineapplev2.proboards56.com/ |
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