Post by kata on Dec 20, 2011 19:25:08 GMT -5
Name: Marco Conti
Age: 56
Gender: Male
Height: 6'0
Hair: Short and pepered
Eyes: Brown
Occupation: Owener/Manager of Conti's Cafe, former arms dealer
History:
I was born in Italy, never knew my father, he was a bastard for leaving my mother. When I was four my uncle brought us to the City, he was in charge of a small arms group that brought weapons in and out of the city, my mother took a job as a secretary in thier so called office, mainly dealing with clients and any nosy cops that came by. I grew up in the part of town called Little Italy, there is hardly any of it left because many of the people there have left. I spent my youth playing stickball in the streets and stealing hubcaps off of police cars, when I got a little older my uncles friends would pay me to be a lookout while they had "special meetings", anying came up, I told em. Easy money when your ten.
I was arrested when I was sixteen for illegal possession of a pistol, cops caught me with it, tossed me in the slammer for a few days then let me out thanks to a lovely donation to the Police Foundation from my Uncle.
My mother died two years after that, doctors said her heart gave out, I still miss her. Uncle made sure I graduated high school, and even paid for college. He wanted me to get a business degree so I could take over when he died. Well my last year of college I was in the library one day and I met this lady. The reason I call her a lady and not a bitch is because she looked classy and actually seemed to have a brain. Like myself she was Italian, we talked a few times and eventually she agreeded to go out with me.
A year later we was married. Some party. I didn't expect her mother to be such a bitch. Armed with my fancy college degree, I started helping out more with Uncles business, He managed to piss off some people and ended up getting shot one night while leaving the club.
His little arms dealing ring he had started long ago now spanned the entire city and dealt with everything from gun to drugs to illegal information, the stuff the city was working hard to crack down on. Terrorists had become a problem, business on my end increased, till one day the city cracked down on us. That day I cut all ties with my Uncles business. I passed it off to my cousin Rico and focused on more important things. For example raising a family. Carla wanted to open a cafe and we did just that, found us a nice location, did some renovations and bam. Opened for business, now I run one of the most popular places in town. It's been a few years, I still keep up with what's going on in the city, even though my wife doesn't approve of it, my employees are good, two of them have been with me for a while and the newest one has been good so far.
Age: 56
Gender: Male
Height: 6'0
Hair: Short and pepered
Eyes: Brown
Occupation: Owener/Manager of Conti's Cafe, former arms dealer
History:
I was born in Italy, never knew my father, he was a bastard for leaving my mother. When I was four my uncle brought us to the City, he was in charge of a small arms group that brought weapons in and out of the city, my mother took a job as a secretary in thier so called office, mainly dealing with clients and any nosy cops that came by. I grew up in the part of town called Little Italy, there is hardly any of it left because many of the people there have left. I spent my youth playing stickball in the streets and stealing hubcaps off of police cars, when I got a little older my uncles friends would pay me to be a lookout while they had "special meetings", anying came up, I told em. Easy money when your ten.
I was arrested when I was sixteen for illegal possession of a pistol, cops caught me with it, tossed me in the slammer for a few days then let me out thanks to a lovely donation to the Police Foundation from my Uncle.
My mother died two years after that, doctors said her heart gave out, I still miss her. Uncle made sure I graduated high school, and even paid for college. He wanted me to get a business degree so I could take over when he died. Well my last year of college I was in the library one day and I met this lady. The reason I call her a lady and not a bitch is because she looked classy and actually seemed to have a brain. Like myself she was Italian, we talked a few times and eventually she agreeded to go out with me.
A year later we was married. Some party. I didn't expect her mother to be such a bitch. Armed with my fancy college degree, I started helping out more with Uncles business, He managed to piss off some people and ended up getting shot one night while leaving the club.
His little arms dealing ring he had started long ago now spanned the entire city and dealt with everything from gun to drugs to illegal information, the stuff the city was working hard to crack down on. Terrorists had become a problem, business on my end increased, till one day the city cracked down on us. That day I cut all ties with my Uncles business. I passed it off to my cousin Rico and focused on more important things. For example raising a family. Carla wanted to open a cafe and we did just that, found us a nice location, did some renovations and bam. Opened for business, now I run one of the most popular places in town. It's been a few years, I still keep up with what's going on in the city, even though my wife doesn't approve of it, my employees are good, two of them have been with me for a while and the newest one has been good so far.