Times
were hard for growing families in the broke-back town of Apex.
Ray was the youngest of eight children, and the growing burden
proved too much for his father, a mineworker and sole provider
of the home. At the age of six, Ray was placed in protective care
at Campside Children’s Facility on the outskirts of Apex.
Angered and confused by his plight, Ray soon found companionship
with Sonny Hornello, another confused child born into the Facility.
These two boys grew to be men in a tough and unforgiving home.
The brand of the paw signified their combined struggle. Bounced
from one foster family to another, both Ray and Sonny made a pact
at the age of ten to never let their friendship die, despite the
States’ efforts to find them new families. In constant trouble,
it became a game to see which boy would be “returned”
first.
At age fifteen, Sonny and Ray broke out of the Facility to see
the world. Taking up odd jobs for local businesses kept clothes
on their backs, but very little food in their stomachs. It wasn’t
long before these young men turned to the Splatmandu Crime Syndicate
for help. The head of the Syndicate, “Bulldog” Cordalini,
immediately saw the perseverance in both Ray and Sonny and found
them work with two of the established Mafia Organizations bordering
town. This new lifestyle offered fast cash and great benefits.
Starting out as a “runner” Ray soon found his niche
working for the Grey Gang. His sole job was to deliver packages
for “Prince” Antonio around the valley. It wasn’t
long before he noticed Ray’s exceptional skills and promoted
him to “Operations Manager” for the valley. During
this time Ray also began to see Antonio’s daughter Erica
in secret.
Sonny seemed to fall into similar good fortune, except for his
services were better used as the personal assistant to the aging
Mafia Don of Sycamore. He cared for the old man, soon earning
a role within the organization to enforcing for the gang. Within
months Sonny lead the enforcers of Sycamore.
As the years passed, these two friends started to feel the pressures
of working for rivaling families. Sonny, trying to stay true to
the pact made as children, attempted on many occasions to convert
Ray to the Sycamore Gang, with no avail. Sonny then formulated
a plan to knock off the decrepit Don, giving him complete control
of Sycamore, in hopes of offering Ray the second in command. Stress
between the two men also flourished when discussing Erica. Sonny
believed that Ray would not join his side because of her, and
felt that the relationship needed to end. This caused a rather
large fight between the two friends, and Ray stormed out.
Unbeknownst to Sonny, Ray too was working on his own agenda. Antonio
had gotten a little too comfortable with Ray around. He began
telling of outrageous plans to control all of Splat City. Ray
had been secretly starting his own rackets throughout the City
for months. Fearing Antonio would destroy all he had been working
for, Ray called in some favors he had acquired in his role of
Operations Manager, warning the patrons of the City of Antonio’s
plan.
On a warm September night, the unthinkable happened. Fearing repercussions
from Antonio for thwarting his scheme of overrunning the City,
Ray with a few of his goons stormed Antonio’s warehouse.
They subsequently eliminated his former employer and all those
loyal to the old cause. By the next morning, Ray had complete
control of the new Mag Mafia.
Meanwhile, Sonny had finalized his plot to remove the old Don
of Sycamore. Knowing the Don always took his pills after dinner,
Sonny prepared his usual meal that evening, but placed extra pills
into his dinner. This caused the Don to suffer a heart attack.
Thinking that taking his pills would calm the chest pains, the
Don took the rest of his pills, causing him to die on the spot.
During the next few hours, Sonny arranged the room to look as
though Erica had murdered the Don for her father the Prince. Enraged
loyalists to the Don immediately took revenge on her, eliminating
her and the rest of her family. With subtle recommendations from
The Bulldog to the Splatmandu Crime Syndicate, Sonny was named
the new leader of the Sycamore Mafia for his excellent leadership
skills in such a time of turmoil.
Ray returned home the following day to discover that Erica had
been murdered, and vowed to spend the rest of his days hunting
Sonny and his new Sycamore Mafia for the pain he had caused him.
Sonny adversely blamed the now deceased Erica for the dissolution
of the friendship...
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Sycamore Mafia – The Terrible Four
Eight
Fingers
Eric Easterdonatello was born and raised in a sleepy little town
outside of Sycamore. During his childhood years, Eric relied on
his cat-like reflexes to help him elude the savage neighborhood
kids. He was always the butt of a joke with a name like Easterdonatello.
Eventually Eric learned to keep primarily to himself and began
researching the dynamics of explosives and currency exchange.
By age eighteen, Eric shortened his name to Easterdon and set
out to the big City, fresh with his new knowledge. Affluent members
of the Mafia underworld quickly looked to him as the “go-to”
guy when it came to making things blow up.
Eric started out by working under “The Hammer” Grimm,
associated with the elite enforcement arm of the Splatmandu Crime
Syndicate. Building grenades in mass quantity was the trade. During
a raid by the SCPD in late 2003, Easterdon learned that grenade
manufacturing might not be the best career choice. After attempting
to disarm his own bomb, he tried to plug either end of the explosive
and ended up permanently severing both pinkies. Luckily in doing
so, he saved the lives of the rest of his men, allowing them to
escape prosecution. His lofty jail sentence was even reduced to
probation, since the Police presence could not stop laughing and
subsequently decided not to pursue further charges for his arrest.
Since that day, he has lost come credibility with the Law Enforcement
of Splat City. The local Mafias on the other hand, have come to
rely on “Eight Fingers” seeing the SCPD’s lack
of concern as a great asset. Luckily for him, Eight Fingers has
turned his energy towards becoming a master counterfeiter of American
currency, particularly the twenty-dollar bill.
Eight Fingers now spends his days under the direction of Sonny
Hornello with the Sycamore Mafia. In his lab Eight Fingers is
fervently working to design a new twenty-dollar bill, which is
completely untraceable. He working prototype bears a striking
resemblance to the head of the Splatmandu Crime Syndicate, Bulldog
Cordalini, a little thank you for giving him his start.
When not working on the occasional explosive or printing currency,
Eight Fingers enjoys long walks in the park, drawing, and puppies.
TJ Bakeroni was raised by the letter of the law. His father, a
former Police Chief for Splat City, stressed loyalty to family
and also passed on his infectious sense of humor. The day he turned
eighteen, TJ was sent directly to the Police Academy of Splat
City to pursue a promising career with law enforcement. Graduating
at the top of his class, TJ soon rose to the head of the Splat
City SWAT Team. In his five years on the force, TJ discovered
that a Police Officer’s pay was not adding up to the lavish
lifestyle he felt he deserved as the renowned Peacekeeper of the
area.
TJ’s priorities were re-arranged in the summer of 2003.
The call came in from dispatch that there was a possible bomb
in the Survey Tower in Splat City. Upon arrival, TJ was first
on the scene to witness Eric Easterdon blowing off both his pinkies.
Both shocked and amused, TJ and his team could not contain their
laughter and subsequently did not wish to pursue further charges
for Easterdon’s arrest. The events of that day opened TJ’s
eyes to the Mafia world. An appointment was set up with Sonny
Hornello shortly after to see what benefits being affiliated with
the Sycamore Mafia would bring him financially.
Having been employed with Hornello now for three years, TJ “The
Fed” Bakeroni has never been more financially stable. At
times working closely with Eight Fingers, TJ can’t help
but remind him daily of the humor of the “Survey Event”
and tease him with Chinese Finger Cuffs.
When not keeping up with monthly collections for the Sycamore
Mafia, The Fed enjoys camping, warm fires, and snuggling up with
that special lady in his life.
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The Mouth
Vinnie Krezonelli was a very quiet, shy boy who was raised
in a city about an hour North of Splat City. Part of a strict
religious family, Vinnie earned his nickname The Mouth while on
a trip to Bible Camp one summer. The only time he spoke was during
prayer.
Most of
the time when he wasn't thinking about dinosaurs, he was dreaming
of futuristic robots and what they would mean for mankind. He
was certain in just a few short years man would be replaced on
the jobsite by computers. To some this was a big problem; to Krezonelli
it was just another obstacle to clear. He decided to get rich
quick so in his later years it wouldn't matter if computers took
over - he would be financially set.
So as a
young man does, he set out to win his fortune. He did this by
investing in the "Pony Farm" which is what he called
his stable of multimillion-dollar thoroughbred racehorses. He
had many derby winners come out of his establishment, and was
rumored to have the finest horses in the world. To increase his
profits, The Mouth decided to open Splat City Race Track.
The track
was oval but the books were crooked. Soon making friends with
Mafia ties, he began setting up special bets with odds so good
it made him and his new associates quite a bit of cash. Hearing
of this excellent new income potential, Sonny Hornello had to
be a part of it. Buying the Race Track, he soon gave Krezonelli
the job of top Enforcer for his crew, “seeing the killing
potential in his eyes,” as Hornello called it. And he was
right; The Mouth had quite the knack for the disposal business.
Still clinging to his religious roots, he has been known to say
a prayer for his victims right before he dumps them in the river.
Lately Krezonelli
has been spending quite a bit of time and money in his workshop
trying to create one of the best machine guns ever built. It has
amazing speed and accuracy - the perfect thing to hose down an
opposing mafia gang member. He couldn't wait to show those bums
who was boss in this town. He giggled quietly to himself as he
reloaded the banana clip one more time, for the last test run.
No one knows
what Krezonelli does in his spare time because he keeps himself
locked up in his workshop. He usually isn't seen unless he has
a job to do.
********************************************* Hollywood
Papa Shay or "Hollywood" as he is known in
the mafia scene, grew up as a son of a dairy farmer. Life was
hard, but even at a young age Hollywood knew he would go somewhere
and be something, someday. Hollywood began making his large fortune
with Bulls he supplied to the Rodeo circuit. He had quite a few
champion bulls that earned him quite the bankroll.
By the time
he was 20, he had enough money saved up to fly to Hollywood and
begin his career as a Stunt Double. He was involved in many movies
that were Blockbusters such as Back to the Future, Tombstone,
and I Married An Axe Murderer, to name just a few. Everyone knows
that you meet all walks of life in Hollywood. One night after
flying out to Splat City for a movie, he met up with a few of
the Sycamore Mafia’s men in a bar. Before too long he was
flying back and forth from California to spend time with his new
"family". He decided to introduce his son Jon (or Lil'Shay)
to the crew. It was like a connection was made that night and
he soon moved his family and his prized bulls to a large farm
outside Splat City. Hollywood retired from stunt work but the
nickname stuck.
His peers
know him as the levelheaded member of the Sycamore Mafia, but
don’t let that fool you. He will shake your hand, buy you
a beer, then put a cold gun barrel down your neck and not think
twice about, It’s just business. Nothing personal. He is
a defiant asset to the Mafia because his son is the same way.
Just quicker.
In his spare
time, Hollywood still likes to handpick his bulls for the Rodeo.
Those that aren't good enough go straight to the restaurants in
town. He also likes to write poems and snapshoot coyotes too close
to his bulls.
Stefano "Cash" Nobelino; his friends call him Cash,
but his enemies don't call him anything because they are dead.
He was born 75 miles North of Splat in a large Run down Town.
After moving down closer to Splat City, Cash landed a job fresh
out of High school working for a Gentleman’s club. The goal
was to bartend in the evening and save up money for the car of
his dreams. After being approached by a few astute gentlemen at
the club, he had finally earned enough money to buy an extremely
fast car. It seems that this after-hours job was the where the
real money was at. After years of working for this club, Cash
began to learn the names and faces of the men who frequented the
club. Many were Mafia-oriented, he realized after being approached
for a top dollar job one night. The Ox Oswalt was one of the regulars
who Cash had come to respect. When things began to heat up in
the City Cash kept his ear to the ground for a lot of the local
guys at the club. The Ox always paid him for his information and
they became fast friends. Looking out for each other in a pinch.
When the Ox’s long-time friend Sonny had his girlfriend
whacked, Cash was there to lend an ear and give advice to the
broken-hearted Ox. One Sunday when the Ox came through the door,
he stopped to talk with some friends sitting at a table close
by. By the time he made his way to the Bar, Cash already had his
drink sitting there. Straight whiskey neat, just like always.
Only this time the Ox fingered the rim of his drink, pushed it
back and said, "Not today man, today we start to get our
revenge. Your just the man I need for the job of transporting
my goods and collecting information I need to pay back the person
or persons responsible for killing Erica. Will you help me? I'll
make it worth your while. You see this morning I purchased this
establishment to give you job security. I trust you and I know
your abilities far exceed what I need from you.”
Cash grabbed the Whiskey, threw it back, slammed the glass on
the bar and looked at the Ox through watering eyes. Ox poured
him another. “I have one of the fastest cars made in these
parts and I have waited for an opportunity to put it to the test.
I have been running for a lot of the members in this club, but
it always seemed like it was for chump change. Finally my luck
seems to be on the upside, Cash explained. The Ox chuckled as
he watched the young bartender slam the second drink. "Well,
the way I see it, you work for me now. I say the cost of living
is going up so we better make sure your salary is what you want
it to be. Get your car gassed up after work "If" you
decide to stay on working for my establishment.”
"Where and when" Cash said, as he slammed the last of
the Whiskey. Looking back, it was the start of a beautiful arrangement.
Cash has been working for the Ox with the Mag Mafia ever since.
When not bartending Cash likes to fly kites, smoke camel cigarettes
(non-filter only), and drive fast down dirt roads with Grandma
Nobelino.
Courtney
McMichael was born in the suburbs north of Splat City. She grew
up a rough and tumble tomboy who challenged every guy who came
into her neighborhood and then some. There wasn't a boy whose
nose she hadn't bloodied at one time or another. In her teens
she began to show an interest in the martial arts. Her specialty
was Koppo JUTSU. Translation: “the art of bone-breaking."
Excelling, she had a life-altering experience after class one
night when she almost killed a mugger trying to steal her bag.
Shaken, she decided to give up her martial arts and go into law
to become a District Attorney. Acing her way through law school,
McMichaels found time in her busy schedule to take classes to
specialize in physical therapy, which was a passion of hers. Another
valuable skill she had acquired since the mugging was snapshooting
her colt .45, which was never far from her reach now that she
had a permit to carry a concealed weapon. Graduating the top of
her class, she aced the Bar Exam, only to find herself thrown
into the main stream of the Mafia Wars. Fighting her way to the
top she took on case after boring case. Everyday was a struggle.
It got harder and harder to get up in the morning and go to work.
Finally she was given a case involving The Ox. Stumbling on some
very incriminating evidence she set up a meeting with the Ox to
question him. The Ox realized all his plans could be flushed down
the toilet by this petite red head. He charmed her into working
for him, thus keeping him a free man. He began to send her weekly
checks to keep himself out of the slammer. She in turn gave him
inside information on things happening to some other Mafia members
throughout town. After meeting the love of her life during one
of the Ox's latest court cases, She is currently saving money
for her wedding to "Mr. Right".
In her spare
time, D.A. McMichael likes to shoot guns and plan her perfect
wedding.
Shakey comes from a small town by the name of Bay City.
Not much is known about Shakey’s early days. It was rumored
he got his start coaching Golden Gloves boxing. He worked hard
as a coach but he never had that “One-in-a-Million”
champion. This took the wind out of ol’ Shakey’s sails
and he decided to throw in the towel in his late 20's.
His next
adventure led him to Splat City and a few of the surrounding towns.
After purchasing a few saloons he began to launder money for The
Ox Oswalt of the Mag Mafia. He recently sold his Gentleman’s
Club as payment for a job done for him by the Ox. This benefited
the Ox because a good friend, Cash Nobelino, worked the bar there.
The Ox said he wanted to make sure this friend was taken care
of for the rest of his life. He also deeded the bar to Cash...
just in case. Shakey was glad to be rid of the Club as his ventures
were more of the Sports Bar kind. That was where the real money
was to be found. You couldn't get a bigger sucker to bet his house,
car, or life savings. Shakey had so much property from collecting
bets that he was thinking he should probably check into purchasing
a warehouse sometime soon. This way he could charge people for
storage on top of it all. He couldn’t wait till the money
began pouring in. On one of the Ox's last visits, Shakey was offered
a cut of the profits in return for some hush-hush business transactions.
The Ox asked him if he was in on a plan to shake up the Sycamore
Mafia by taking revenge on whoever had killed his beloved Erica.
Shakey didn't even let the Ox finish his sentence before he exclaimed
"Hell yes! Lets drink to it, to seal the deal.” They
both sat back and sipped their martinis. Which were, by the way,
pretty Damn good.
In his spare
time, Shakey likes to count $100.00 dollar bills. His goal in
life is to have a suit made from $1,000.00 dollar bills. He likes
guns, Martinis, and shooting alley cats off fences.