Post by WildKnight on Jan 19, 2012 15:00:20 GMT -5
(Just a character concept I'm working on, that I think would be great to play in a game somewhere. No CAD yet, this is just the background for the character. I'll be putting together CADs at a few different stone counts later)
I ain't makin' excuses for what I done in life, God knows I ain't. I just want you to understand, is all. The mob was what I knew. My Dad made book for Nicky the Horse. My uncles were on Jimmy Di'Giasi's crew. My Mom's Dad was some kind of big shot troubleshooter, traveled all over the country and even to Sicily a few times to take care of problems. We had pictures of Grandad on Dad's side rubbin' shoulders with Batista and Sinatra. All my friends growin' up were the sons of wiseguys, and most of us wanted nothin' more than to be wiseguys ourselves.
Gettin' into that world was my only dream. I played baseball as a kid so I could learn how to swing a bat, you know? By the time I was 15, I was missin' school regular, runnin' errands for an aging crew chief named Ron Marks. We called 'im Don Ron DiMarko. Heh.
Yeah, I done my share of bad things, and then some. Killed a guy to make my bones when I was 19. I never asked why he had'ta die. His number came up, and I did the thing. I never killed another guy though, I swear on the name of The Virgin it was just the one. Sure I knocked a few guys around, took a few things that might not technically have been mine, but I wasn't so bad as some.
My daughter, though... oh Lord my daughter. She was all good, you know? Not like her psycho mother, God forbid you should ever make the mistake of gettin' married. Rebecca was sweet, pure. Wanted to be a charity worker, you believe that? Professional charity. I never heard of such a thing. Them animals that took her... I wonder... I wonder if they would'a done that if they'd known she was so good. I can't imagine hurtin' a girl like that, and taking her... doing that to her... before beatin' her and killing her. I just can't imagine.
For a long time I just wondered why. Why did God take her instead of me? But then I realized somethin' It was the scales, y'see? It all had to balance. I took a life, and God had to balance that out. I think it stinks, that God would say he loves us even though we sin, and do somethin' like that, but what am I gonna do? He's God, y'know? Can't really take the issue up with him. And then it hits me. That's fine... God balanced the scales, and I had to pay that price. Fine, so be it. Not my will, but His. But if balancing the scales is His will, who's to say I ain't supposed to be His hand in that?
Yeah, I paid. But I know a lot of other guys ain't. But don't you worry. They will. They will.
(So basically, the concept is that of a slightly cracked super hero, a former Mobster who deals with the murder/rape of his daughter by rationalizing it as the direct consequence of his life of crime. He blows the last of his mob money to have himself transformed and given super powers, and launches a crusade against crime, and in particular those criminals which he perceives to be going unpunished)
I ain't makin' excuses for what I done in life, God knows I ain't. I just want you to understand, is all. The mob was what I knew. My Dad made book for Nicky the Horse. My uncles were on Jimmy Di'Giasi's crew. My Mom's Dad was some kind of big shot troubleshooter, traveled all over the country and even to Sicily a few times to take care of problems. We had pictures of Grandad on Dad's side rubbin' shoulders with Batista and Sinatra. All my friends growin' up were the sons of wiseguys, and most of us wanted nothin' more than to be wiseguys ourselves.
Gettin' into that world was my only dream. I played baseball as a kid so I could learn how to swing a bat, you know? By the time I was 15, I was missin' school regular, runnin' errands for an aging crew chief named Ron Marks. We called 'im Don Ron DiMarko. Heh.
Yeah, I done my share of bad things, and then some. Killed a guy to make my bones when I was 19. I never asked why he had'ta die. His number came up, and I did the thing. I never killed another guy though, I swear on the name of The Virgin it was just the one. Sure I knocked a few guys around, took a few things that might not technically have been mine, but I wasn't so bad as some.
My daughter, though... oh Lord my daughter. She was all good, you know? Not like her psycho mother, God forbid you should ever make the mistake of gettin' married. Rebecca was sweet, pure. Wanted to be a charity worker, you believe that? Professional charity. I never heard of such a thing. Them animals that took her... I wonder... I wonder if they would'a done that if they'd known she was so good. I can't imagine hurtin' a girl like that, and taking her... doing that to her... before beatin' her and killing her. I just can't imagine.
For a long time I just wondered why. Why did God take her instead of me? But then I realized somethin' It was the scales, y'see? It all had to balance. I took a life, and God had to balance that out. I think it stinks, that God would say he loves us even though we sin, and do somethin' like that, but what am I gonna do? He's God, y'know? Can't really take the issue up with him. And then it hits me. That's fine... God balanced the scales, and I had to pay that price. Fine, so be it. Not my will, but His. But if balancing the scales is His will, who's to say I ain't supposed to be His hand in that?
Yeah, I paid. But I know a lot of other guys ain't. But don't you worry. They will. They will.
(So basically, the concept is that of a slightly cracked super hero, a former Mobster who deals with the murder/rape of his daughter by rationalizing it as the direct consequence of his life of crime. He blows the last of his mob money to have himself transformed and given super powers, and launches a crusade against crime, and in particular those criminals which he perceives to be going unpunished)