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Àngel Cabrera || 44 || Vargas Empire Underboss

Born into a big rich family that had the world at their finger tips. He had to be the perfect child big with big expectations thrust upon him by his mom and dad and soon the community around him. Angel eventually had to take over his father's big (under the table criminal) business in Argentina once he got sick and passed away.

There was a coo in the business and they had the full intention of getting rid of Angel as soon as possible. So they framed him for money laundering in the company, he was forced to face the media, the press, and the law. 

Was supposed to be sent away to prison but instead escaped custody and fled the country. With his whole life down the toilet he became depressed. He was young, dumb and at a loss with what to do with his life, he started drinking away what little money he had. Around his time travelling under the radar from bounty hunters he came across the Vargas Empire. Hugo Vargas to be exact

In a bar where over many drinks they became friends, sharing their woes and tribulations. When Hugo found out who Angel was he offered him a job, without anything left to lose, he accepted. Little did he know how deep into the crime syndicate he was getting himself into. 

It had been a couple of years working for The Vargas Empire when Angel got into big trouble, having been toyed with and seduced by a rival member of an opposing organization, Angel unknowingly let valuable information fall into the wrong hands. The empire lost thousands upon thousands of dollars from his mistake. 

Nearly killed for this mistake; he wasn't, since he was Hugo’s friend he was spared. Instead, given another chance. An important job to oversee and move their assets into Montreal. And to keep an eye on the two rivaling syndicates that were running rampant. 

The Ivory Syndicate and Vittori Family weren’t to get in the way and should he fuck up his second chance, they’d have him killed. So with his life hanging by a thread he’s working the front lines in Montreal.

hector kent, thirty-four, non affiliated, firefighter/first responder

Lonely Boy™

born in australia, only child to a muslim filipina and a cardiologist. his father died when he was four, they moved to montreal when he was six. he was a #nerd (fully that kid who read the iliad in middle school) and was teased mercilessly by his peers, which resulted in self isolation/perfectionism & looking up to his father as an ideal. 

mother worked double shifts as a blackjack dealer and substituted actual attention and love with books from a used bookstore near her work & praise for his academic work—which only fueled his isolation/perfectionism. he was the textbook definition of a latchkey kid. 

went into the armed forces when he was 18 cause his idealism and desire for human connection. also his mom remarried and kinda left him behind. went into medical school to follow his father’s footsteps, found he actually really loved it. nothing like beating back death with only your two hands and knowledge.

stuck it out, lost his perfectionist streak a lil, but still became the best in his unit. went on a couple of UN peacekeeping missions, saw a metric ton of hypocrisy. lost his purity, idealism and faith, bailed after his required service contract ended. joined MSF, and then whatever non-profit would have him, once again became a bit disillusioned with the ngo system but still wanted to do what he could to help.

came back to montreal because he had to bury his mother, stayed because his soul was hurting. dealt still dealing with the mental/emotional scars of his work. still is an idealist at heart but its filtered through some serious pragmatism. competent as hell, but tired of the bullshit. considering getting a proper medical degree, but needs to be more mentally stable before that. 

works as a firefighter-first responder. keeps the adrenaline flowing, doesn’t make him confront his issues, yakno. the normal avoidance tactics. he’s starting to catch wind that his chief is on the take, is appalled at the number of overdose deaths and how they get ignored. wants to do some sleuthing/speaking to power but definitely shouldn’t.

I’m Amy (she/her) and I’m super hype about joining this group and learning more about y’all’s wonderful characters! Please excuse the mess on my end while we get settled. I don’t have a personal writing/muse blog like a Real Writer™ so I gotta improvise. That being said, if you’d like to plot or bounce some wc’s, please drop me an IM or hmu on discord!!  eat the rich.#4973

I’m very proud to introduce to you my trash child: 

Cain “Scotty” Scanlan (38, Made Man w/ Ivory Syndicate, Bouncer at The Luxure)

[ tw: death, guns, drugs, alcoholism ]

Was born in Northern Ireland, he & his older brother were orphaned in their pre-teen years and brought overseas to be raised by their aunt in Canada.

Stereotypical fightin’ Irish type since grade school, constantly drinking, missing a few good teeth, has a self-destructive streak in him.

He & his brother were partners in crime most of their lives, pulling cons big and small to keep themselves afloat until the eldest volunteered their services to the Ivory Syndicate. Scotty was less than enthused by this decision.

Settled into his duties as a Made Man and became a set of brass knuckles for the Syndicate, for dealings that needed a more personal touch, Scotty was their guy. Beat up another member who presumed he was Scottish, which is how he got the nickname.

Was arrested on a drug bust five-ish years ago, he watched his brother flee the scene and was left to rot in prison.

&&who: Julian Pistris, Michael Pistris &&where: pistris ports | warehouse #3 &&what: The day Michael Died...

One hour until..

The air was freezing cold for a March evening, tendrils of frost painting each window in the warehouse where Julian sat. A cigarette dangled out of the corner of his mouth, anxious fingers typing away on his phone. Within the hour, you know what to do. No kill shots. Footsteps immediately drew his attention, the ever so familiar silhouette of his older brother coming into view. Michael, the golden boy. The person who stood like an immovable fortress between Julian and the Pistris crown. The person who had an unsuspecting target painted on his back by his own brother. “Jules- put a jacket on you're going to die from hypothermia.” A laugh left his lips before he took a seat across from his younger sibling. They’d always been so different: blond hair and blue eyes shone like summer sun and sky in the eldest, just like their father while Julian had inherited his mother’s dark features. “Eh, if it comes to that at least I’ll look good in my casket. I like the cold.” One had a promising future: head of the family who masqueraded as a philanthropist by day and skilled tactician by night. The kingdom keys had been placed in Michael’s palm, and god damn had he rose to the occasion. Behind that bright light was Julian, enveloped in addiction and chaos like death himself. How could anyone ever trust a man like that to lead? His father certainly didn’t.

VERONICA VITTORI, THIRTY-ONE, VITTORI CAPO, AND MANAGER OF THE VITTORI (hotel)

Don’t ever call her Veronica. The only person allowed to call her Veronica and live to see the next day is her father.

She is currently co-capo with her twin brother Vincent. He is the muscle while she’s the brains. 

Was never really supposed to be part of the family business but forced her way into power against her father’s wishes

Never wanted to be part of the business either, but witnessed him hitting her mother and it snapped something inside of her. She wanted to burn his empire around him, but then she came up with the plan to steal the keys to the kingdom away from him totally. 

As of right now, her hands are clean. She has never killed or harms anyone, not that she’d have to with Vincent willing to get down and dirty. But that is not to be mistaken for weakness, she’s more than capable and willing to get blood on her hands. She’s simply strategizing. 

Is also the manager for the Vittori hotel and runs a tight ship

The love of her life is her dog Ranger.

Dont let the icy (very icy) exterior fool you, those who get to peak inside of her heart know she’s actually capable of deep and compassionate love. Even has a goofy side! Ronnie knows though to hide this down, to not let anyone find her weakness.