"Capo", a captain in the Overlords. Meaning he keeps control over a certain area in the Bronx under the mob's rule. Everything that happens within this territory should be noted to him.
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IF YES, WHAT IS IT?
Raging Bull/.500 S&W/.500 Win-Mag
When needed(heavy weapon):
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Ben is a Bronx-native. There were no secrets within his family what kind of work his father did besides running a car-shop. He was a gangster. Most his fathers friends were gangsters, both his fathers brothers were gangsters too. Everyone Benito grew up with had some ties to the local gang.
As he got older, things changed, the old gang that had roots way back to when their ancestors were living in southern-Italy were merged with a bigger gang that was unifiying mobsters throughout the city. It was about this time that Benito became "made". The feeling of pride quickly vanished as his father died shortly after that.
And like most tragic events in a person's life, it had a great effect on Benito. He turned into a grown man during that period. He met his current wife, Angela and got his first child, Maria. They married just before she was born.
Now, eight years later. His family resides in the upper-manhattan part, like every other captain of the Overlords. A second child was added to the Bombardini-family, a boy named Alessio.
Not far away from his home lives his mother who he couldn't dare to leave behind in the Bronx-area, he visits her almost every day.
i like how the RP is coming along guys. Keep up the good work! I like to wait until majority of the group posted, just so everyone gets a feel of the RP. And then I'll make my next post and carry on. :)
In addition to his traveling backpack filled with... well, the bare minimum one needs to truly survive in the wilderness, he has an over-the-shoulder bag filled with all of his bullets and an assortment of gun-maintenance items. He keeps two shotgun shells in his left-front pocket, and a handfull of .308 Winchester in his left breast pocket.
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Raised on a farm in Pennsylvania by his mother, she taught him all she knew about farming, shooting, and fighting, all of which she learned from her father. In an effort to be the man of the house, David over-compensated on the manly-quotient he had seen in what few movies they had around the house (mainly, Dirty Harry pictures). This made him especially rebellious as he grew older, and he tended to get into fights he shouldn't have gotten into.
Thankfully, Mama raised a tough li'l boy.
David ended up being more bully than righteous protector, but he did it all in the name of being strong and appearing strong to protect his mother. Things didn't turn out well however, when a roaming gang of wannabe-mafioso tried to terrorize the town. David talked back, and even fought one of the younger members of the gang, but was swiftly beaten nigh to death by other members before his mother stepped in and killed one of them. In retaliation, they found them at their farm, repeatedly raped and killed his mother, and dragged him along to use for additional sexual pleasure before selling him.
Upon arriving at the edges of what remained of New York City, David killed three of the hostage takers and fled, along with his mother's custom 1911 (that had been taken at the time of her murder). He grew up hard, and became a tough for one of the local gangs, earning the name "Hacksaw Dave" as he gained a reputation for using a hacksaw as a torture device. He also kept his mother's 1911 at his side, but he never used it-- he somehow felt what he was doing was wrong, and that using the gun to do what he was doing... would somehow stain his mother's memory.
Eventually, David fathered twin daughters with a hooker he had tried to turn straight. He had planned on taking her back to where he grew up, and start a life away from the drudge and horrible. Things didn't work out as they were supposed to, so "Hacksaw Dave" became a single dad. He dropped the Hacksaw moniker, found his old home, and raised his girls: Emma, and Anna.
Life wasn't so bad, and he did the best he could, being an exemplar over-doting and over-protective father. Unfortunately, however much he tried, you can't escape the filth of the city. Drugs especially found their way out to his patch of land, and his girls got hooked, hard and fast. Nothing he said or did could derail them from this path of pleasure-seeking self-destruction. And then they found Euphoria.
Emma OD'd. Anna left for the city to become a prostitute to continue getting her fix.
After a bout of depression, David was hit with both revelation and near-divine rage. Taking his mother's .45, he tracked the local dealer and blew his brains out with the gun. He then proceeded to kill all other dealers in the area, one by one, slowly and surely, making his way closer and closer to NYC. He plans on finding his remaining daughter, and taking her as far in land as he possibly can.
I should've said this earlier; I'm not planning to have my man being involved with the scene happening at the club or in the city taht evening. My opening post will start the morning after. So I'll wait for the story to progress to that time. Is that okay?