Post by victorgrey on Jan 1, 2013 6:02:29 GMT -5
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[style=width:350px; font-family: josefin sans; font-size: 30px; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align:center; color: #000; line-height: 80%; text-transform: uppercase; padding-bottom: 5px;]VICTOR OLIVER GREY
CRIMINAL. BRENDA. RYAN REYNOLDS. CRIME BOSS. 32. AMBITIOUS. MANIPULATIVE. MURDEROUS.
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,386,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, width:130px; height: 200px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/c2pIC.gif);][/style] | [style=height: 180px; overflow: auto; font-size: 9px;]Ever see a parent that will die by their claim that their child is perfect in every way? Yeah, that was Vic's mom. She could never find fault with the boy that had an IQ that could rival Albert fucking Einstein's and then some. As a result, the boy that could do no wrong never got punished when he actually did do something wrong. He could charm his way out of (and into) about any situation there was. Being in the family that he was in, it was easy to guess that each member of the family would teach the boy something. While his mother showered him with gifts, he was being made into the ideal criminal. He was taught how to basically just how to get away with anything illegal. He made his illegal activities seem legal without even breaking a sweat when people got to suspecting there was something not quite right about the boy. He was groomed in the ways of a Grey. Everything was in shades of grey for him, where it all seemed to be barely legal. When he was ten, he gunned down his first victim with the help of his uncle. It was his mother. That day, they killed two birds with one stone..literally. The murder was blamed on his aunt, whom was later killed in prison while serving a life sentence. Of course, his mother wasn't the last person he killed. Indeed, he was his father's shining son, the boy whom could only displease him by squealing to the pigs. The boy enjoyed the lifestyle too much, often deriving a sick sense of satisfaction from it. What could he say? It was in his pedigree to be a bit screwed in the head. I mean..look where he came from, after all! After his 'sweet sixteen,' he began to make the big bucks. He began his side business, which involved arms dealing. As long as you coughed up the cash, he didn't ask questions, and you were temporarily safe from the bullet with your name on it. There wasn't anything he couldn't get his hands on. Because his mommy had left him all of her money in the will, he was rolling in dough before he even turned eighteen. Traditionally, you would get the funds after you turned eighteen. His father had talked his mother into making it available whenever he wanted it. Before the ink even dried on the edited will, she had been gunned down by her shining star of a son so yeah..deal with the back tracking 'cause he said so. Once his eighteenth birthday came around, he decided to expand his business, if you know what I mean. Most of the criminal world simply knew him as V. He frustrated the law enforcement to no end, simply because he always seemed to stay a step ahead. You got a clue that says he's in Paris? He's already on the other side of the world. By twenty-one, he was already in Interpol's most wanted, and they didn't even have a clue what he looked like. All they knew was he was trouble, and all of the rats called him V. Shortly after he hit twenty-two, his father gave him a prostitute for a present. When he was done with her, he killed her to avoid paying for her then blamed it on her pimp. The poor bastard is now waiting on death row. He really thought it was a joke. To add salt to the open wound, he tracked down the bitch's kids, Gabriel and Jasmine McKettrick. He didn't make contact, but he did want to make their lives a living hell. Where would the fun be if he didn't? Still, work first and business later. At twenty-four, with the help of his cousin, he shipped a girl out of the country, whom he had knocked up. From there, he payed his uncle to kill her on the streets of Russia. His excuse was that he had been too busy, working with clients to bother himself with getting the blood of a monkey on his hands. In partial, it was correct. A year later, he waved goodbye to his younger sister with a devious smirk as the FBI dragged her away for her crimes. To prevent getting caught up in the makings of a deal, he payed one of his friends to run her transport bus off a cliff with the help of his semi-trailer truck. There truly was no ends to the monstrosities he would commit. What did he care? It wasn't his life he was ruining. That's all he cared about. Himself. After his twenty-seventh birthday, he took a step away from the business, although he still kept his fingers in the pies. It was time to go to Sapphire Bay, where the whore's kids had made their home. Who said he had to be all work and no play? Of course, he wasn't stupid about it either. Shortly after arriving, he purchased a property that was in the center of everything. You know..with him being a self-centered prick and all. He used that very property to start an Internet cafe, which he fondly called 'Grey's Café.' It was an excuse for him to be in the know without actually pestering for information. People are gossip whores, after all. He had no employees until the business began to boom a year later. Even then, it was still 'friendly' service with a smile. What did they care? They got free wifi while stuffing their mouths full of inexpensive goodies. He never overcharged, considering he didn't really need the money. He had just started it to be under the radar. The employees got to line their wallets with a hefty sum, so they were usually smart enough to do their jobs and keep their mouths shut when it came to his affairs. He lived that simple life for three years. It was after his thirtieth birthday that he truly began to scheme the downfall of the whore's brats. What could he say? The criminal life was losing its allure. He fed drugs to an addict and introduced him to Gabe's little sister, Jasmine, when he was lucid and charming. Like most of his brilliant schemes, the plan took off without a hitch. All he had to do was sit back and watch the destruction began to unfold while the idiots at Interpol still tried to scramble to find him. Because of his efforts, not only did Gabriel get shot in an effort to defend Caleb but Gabriel's younger sister got killed as well. V also killed his protege, Aubrey, for betraying him when the big battle between he and Connor occurred. Not long after, his fiancee, Athena Weddington, was murdered by the Russians. Overwhelmed by grief, Victor made his way to Boston, where he hopes to rekindle his former alliance with Connor. If all else fails, he's used to going solo. Obviously, things hadn't worked out as he'd hoped. Luckily for him, he had a few people in mind that could have been his twin and were more than willing to lay their life down for a cause that might not come to fruition. When shit started going south for the winter with no chance of returning, he went underground and sent his dopplegangers forth. Now with everybody and their cousin believing the dangerous bastard to be dead, he figures it to be the perfect opportunity to reemerge. His MO has changed. Now, with nothing left to lose and everything to gain, he's become deadlier (if at all possible) and will stop at nothing to achieve his goals. Look out world, this sexy bastard's back in action. |