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MEETING THE MOBS....

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Sonny and Ray: The Beginning

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.

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                                                                                  The Fed

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.

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                                                                                 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.

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                                            The Mag Mafia - Killers of the Forest


                                                                              Cash Nobelino


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.

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                                                                              D.A. McMichael

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.

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                                                                             Shakey Tippernello


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.