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Luca Russo
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Character information
  1. Alias
    Russo , Luca "Quiet one" Russo
  2. Mental
    Sane
  3. Morale
    Good
  4. Date of birth
    1969-01-30 (51 years old)
  5. Place of birth
    Sicily, Italy
  6. Nationality
    Italian
  7. Ethnicity
    Caucasian
  8. Languages
    Italian , English
  9. Relationship
    None
  10. Family
    None
  11. Religion
    Catholic

Description

  1. Height
    177 cm
  2. Weight
    72 kg
  3. Build
    Stocky
  4. Hair
    Medium length brown hair, usually slicked
  5. Eyes
    Hazel
  6. Alignment
    Chaotic Evil
  7. Features
    -
  8. Equipment
    -
  9. Occupation
    Caporegime for the Marazano Family
  10. Affiliation
    -
  11. Role
    -

Background

 

My name is Luca Russo, I was a Caporegime for the Italian Mafia located in New York City, under the Maranzano Family. During my time in the Mafia, I had to do countless things - some I ain’t so proud of, but for the most part, I don’t regret - It made me who I am today.

 

Early Years

 

I was born in Sicily in 1969, I grew up there until I was four, then my pa wanted to go to the big city of New York, to find some better opportunities for work.

We went over by boat, huge thing, probably carried over three thousand people, took us about five days to dock in New York Harbor.

The only thing I really remember about first coming to U.S.A was seeing the huge Statue of Liberty.

 

Y’see, I was a pretty ruthless motha fucker growing up - always got in fights, never was no good in school, that's if I went to school (Which I very rarely did) - and was selling candy for double the price on the streets.

Now, I’ve heard over the years, that kids growing up like me, had no real good house life - parents always fightin’, no money, unhealthy.. But that wasn’t my life - I had a real nice ma, always lovin’ and caring for me and my brothers.

 

Anyways, one cold December day, pretty close to Christmas, I was about.. Fifteen.

I had this guy come up to me, dressed real nice, real proper guy.

He kinda took me under his wing, showed me the life of a real wise guy - the ones you see in movies.

That’s all I saw for about four years, before I started gradually doing worse things for em.

 

Mid Life

 

I was about twenty, when I was asked if I wanted to tag along on a ride, they was going to meet a big guy, name of Wild Bill.

Apparently he needed his payment after his previous job. Now, I know what the job was, and it ain’t washing dishes, I can tell you that much.

So, we meet up with Wild Bill, and he collects his payment. Before I know it, a bunch of cars come storming in, and start shooting up the place.

This was my first encounter with the Maranzano Family.

 

Skip by a few years, don’t I know it, I am in with em, I’m a made man, working my way up the ranks of the Maranzano Family - quickly earning respect.

 

The one job, that made my life, was of a local businessman, he owned a local butchers shop right near our bar - nice enough guy, I think his name was Jimmy or somethin’ like that.

So anyways, we were loaning him a few thousand every week, and he wasn’t paying back a dime.. Keep in mind, this went on for about four months.

Me and a few others went into his shop, to try and knock some sense into him - turns out, he liked to fight.

He started fighting back, and eventually grabbed a butchers knife like thing, and came at me.. Gladly, I had a guy right next to me, that hit him over the head, knocked him out.

 

We put him in the back of our car, and drove out to the woods, probably about a three hour drive, meanwhile, this dickhead in the back is kicking, and screaming for mercy while we was driving.

 

We finally get to the woods, nice clearing, beautiful sun beams, could definitely see myself building a cabin out there.

Where was I? Right.

We get to the woods, and drag him out into the middle of the clearing, and continue to knock him up, countless times I buried my knuckles into his teeth.

I finally thought he had enough, and decided to put him out, grabbed a bat, and whacked him.

 

Told the guys to get rid of him, still to this day, I don’t know where he is.




 

Arriving in Chernarus

 

2010, I had removed myself from the Mafia, which placed a massive target on my head, I took an oath, and if we break the oath, it ends in death.

So I had to get away from the states, I came to a Civil War torn country, and knew it was the perfect place to lay low.

 

Skip by a few years, don’t I know it - the world fuckin’ ends, and I am stuck in this shit hole of a fuckin’ country, when I could have been dead years ago, in the States.


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FalkRP

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10/10 character 

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