JR_TheRandomFan Posted October 2, 2015 Share Posted October 2, 2015 The streets of Rome were always active at night. Many tourists usually venture the main roads,looking at the sights and taking in some of the best of Italy.But under that sweet exterior is a very dangerous underbelly.Crime boss Enrique Saltidora is a major part of that underbelly.Born and raised in a shore town in Spain,his life had never been easy. Losing his mother to a large crime ring based right in his hometown. With no one to take care of him,the Spaniard tried to get away form the intense crime in his town,but he couldn't hold on for long. In his teenage years Enrique gave into the crime ring in his town. He started out as a runner,delivering all kinds of illegal product throughout his country and in some parts of Portugal. As the years progressed the Spaniard became confident,so confident that it slowly turned into arrogance as he stashed and hid a little on the side to sell. It wouldn't be long until he was busted and almost killed for the act. The chance of ever going back was gone. The Spaniard had to leave to move. He moved from so many countries in Europe,doing small sales wherever he could find it.That was until he reached Italy. Before Enrique even got to Rome,the city was a complete mess when it came to crime rings.Rival gangs were never clear for turf,cartel would be misplaced.It was just a massive clusterfuck. Even after so long in Italy the young Spaniard had the city running like clockwork. Especially tonight. A new shipment cocaine would be coming in from the west.Not a single thing could go wrong for this job. Everything had to be perfect." Facile, idioti! That cargo is very precious." He harshly growled." If any of that is wasted it'll be your head!" His voice carried great amounts of venom, putting so much pressure on his men. The Spaniard kept a close eye on the loading shipment. He didn't even notice that someone was right behind him.A pretty little foreigner almost shaking in his tracks. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
kittypanda Posted October 2, 2015 Share Posted October 2, 2015 My Character Name: Lucca Bishop Nickname: Luca Just turned 19. Location (where you live).: Orlando, Florida Family background: Lucca's father- Antonio Bishop was from Italy, he grew tired of working on his parents wine farm so he decided to move to America. He figured that he could start a new life there- which is where he met his beautiful wife Linda Croft, she was working at a café. They talked and after a few years they became married and had their beautiful baby boy. ---- "Lucca! Come down stairs... We're getting ready to leave!" A deep voice shouted up the stairs in a heavy Italian accent. A soft sigh escaped from a light blonde haired young teen who was finishing packing his clothing that would last a month. Yup- he was going to Italy to visit with his grandparents for his summer vacation. Normally he would be more then happy to go and see the historical sights, but he knew that he would probably be stuck at his grandparents most of the time helping out with making wine. Yes, his grandparents are wine makers and rather good ones at that. "Lucca! Porta il tuo culo giù per le scale ora!*" His father's angry voice snapped him out of his musings. Ugh... Once his father starts speaking Italian he knew that he was becoming irritated. "Okay! I'm coming down stairs! My god!" Bright blue eyes rolled slightly- the young man zipped up his suit case and hoisted it off his bed. It left an indent of a rectangle due to the weight of the bag. Lucca pushed the button on the handle- adjusting it up so that it was easier to drag with him. He double checked to make sure he had everything, when he was sure he had everything he opened his white painted wooden door and walked out of his room. "Lucca! Don't make me-" Before his father could shout at him once more he saw his son walking down the stairs. His suit case wheels were bumping down the steps. "Stop yelling! I heard you!" He grumbled out in plain irritation. His mother sighed softly and shook her head- causing her loose blonde locks to move with the motion. "Why must you test your fathers patience..?" She asked in a soft spoken tone of voice. The young blonde teen said nothing, he just shrugged his shoulders and walked past his parents and out the door. His father mumbled something in Italian under his breath before walking out of the house with his wife. It was going to be one hell of a trip. When they got there- Lucca felt his cheeks being pinched and smashed together, his grandmother had always have done that ever since he was a little kid. "Luca~ Look at you! Sei così carino~*" "Thank you grandma..." He said with a bit of difficulty since she was squeezing his face. The elderly woman giggled lightly and let go of his face after a few minutes. His grandfather finally spoke up saying that he would need help bringing the finished wine to the docks later, so that they could be shipped out. He was going to protest- but the look he got from his father made him close his mouth quickly, damn him and his temper. That was pretty much how his first week was like, helping with making the wine- driving down to the docks and shipping it out. The sun was setting in below the rich mountain ridge, Lucca had just finished loading the pick up truck with the last barrel of wine. Sweat gathered on his forehead- he was about to wipe it off with his white button down shirt sleeve, until he felt a strong pat on the back. "You did a fantastico* job today!" The aged voice of Lucca's grandfather spoke in a high praise sort of way, his grandson blushed lightly at the compliment. The young blonde haired male turned towards his grandfather and smiled brightly at him, "Thanks grandpa... Well... I better get these down to the ship yard... I'll see you later..." He said before moving around the elderly man and got inside of the pick up truck. He took the keys from his stained blue form fitting jeans. The car roared to life- and off he went. When he got to the ship yard he had help from the people there unloading the wine barrels from the truck, it was already dark out. The men helping him paused in taking the wine barrels and looked over when they heard voices. "Oh... Uh... Leave these and go now!" The men said bolting out of there, they were lucky they didn't get caught. Lucca on the other hand was confused about what was going on... That was until he heard the angry shouts and yells of a man. He bit his bottom lip, he looked side to side to see if he could hide behind something. His blue eyes landed on the wine barrel. He hid behind it and peeked over the top of it. He saw a man standing just outside of the warehouse. How did I not notice him before! He thought to himself, his body was shaking and small beads of sweat rolled down the side of his lightly tanned face. Porta il tuo culo giù per le scale ora!*= Get your ass down stairs now! Sei così carino~*= You are so cute~ fantastico*= Fantastic Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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