Name:
Anthony Blake
Age:
34
Personality:
[Stoic, Reserved, Calculating]
Although a man of few words, Tony is constantly gauging the situation of a room. Planning his exit. Looping the possible outcomes in the back of his mind. Always preparing for the least expected. When he speaks, it's curt and concise - everything essential and nothing unnecessary.
His demeanor might make him a little unsettling to be around, just cause the guy often seems more machine than man. Unfortunately, due to his extended service to his current 'employer', most of what makes a person human has been lost. Currently hidden and buried under years of scarring - emotional and physical.
Background:
Life really was a gamble, wasn't it? One can't control what sort of world they might be born into. Who their mother was. Who their father was. Status and wealth or lack thereof. It was all about
luck. And hell, if some people didn't hoard that all for themselves.
Born into a wealthy family with status, as a child he couldn't have ever known how crooked of a man his father was, making illegal deals under the table with a notorious slum lord that could grant his every wish. As long as the toll was paid. And when it wasn't, the monster took everything from him and made it a public showing just in case any other of his contacts wanted to go about believing he was a merciful man.
Roman Crowell was his name. He had contacts where you wouldn't expect them and even if you tried to run, he'd find you. Tony doesn't remember much from his younger years - it's blurred and forgotten for a very good reason. But when his father tried the impossible and attempted to double cross Roman, his family ended up being the price paid. Tony faintly remembers that night, with the heat of flames against his cheek as he was dragged away from his screaming mother and his pleading father. The gunshots signaled their demise, and in an effort to make his father stir in his grave, Roman decided to take his precious son and teach him the ways of underhanded business.
He became an apprentice of sorts, or a pet was more accurate, trained and tortured in ways that took away his free will. It broke him. In that kind of situation, the human mind could only take so much before it gave up fighting altogether. For ten years he suffered beneath the hand of Roman Crowell, doing the man's bidding and spilling blood until he nearly became unfeeling to the motions of slicing a blade across a living person's throat, or the desperate cries for mercy. He would have likely been Roman's puppet till the end of his days if the slum lord hadn't been infiltrated and struck down by order of the triad. He was becoming too dangerous - earning a name for yourself as a criminal wasn't always in a person's favor.
If they weren't executed on sight, they were taken into custody for interrogation, Tony being among the many. And when the time came, the eighteen year old boy's bloodwork came back for finalized identification as Anthony Blake, long since denounced dead and thought to have burned in the fire of his childhood home along with his parents. Roman… the sick bastard.
The triad saw an opportunity with Tony. While broken and brainwashed, they would take the next sixteen years to breathe life back into the man that hadn't taken his own breath for himself in the decade that he was Roman Crowell's lapdog. But trying to make a man that only knew killing and integrate him back into society? It just wasn't possible. And when given the choice, he stated his wish to continue his line of work, but under the banner of the triad instead. They agreed and made an asset out of Tony, but they also deemed it a mercy. One that was to be paid back someday. A reminder that stared at him every time he looked in the mirror. He wouldn't be alive if it wasn't for Arthur, vouching for him that he should be given a chance. That he could be converted back to the good side. A Blood Oath must always be paid, but when, where, and how was up to
The Manager.
Specialties:
-Greatest asset is his mind (works quickly and comes up with execution on the fly)
-Efficient with most fire arms and hand to hand combat (trained when he was a boy with Crowell's mob, but also in his years working under the Triad)
Still have 2 months left of the season too. It's been nuts. But I'm still here and itching to write! 
Just need the time and energy but I do miss it a ton!
