Post by giovanni on Jun 27, 2012 23:48:50 GMT -5
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[style=width:350px; font-family: josefin sans; font-size: 20px; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align:center; color: #000; line-height: 80%; text-transform: uppercase; padding-bottom: 5px;]GIOVANNI MARCELLO DE LUCA
LAW. TWENTY-SEVEN. DIRTY COP. QUIET. VIOLENT. LOYAL. FAMILY-ORIENTED. CONFUSED.
| [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/t01Cm.gif);][/style] | [style=height: 180px; overflow: auto; font-size: 9px;]He can tell you exactly what it's like to have to protect somebody and fail miserably at it. Twenty-seven years ago, he was born as the oldest of three in a poor family. Back then, they lived in the outskirts of Chicago. Giovanni felt like it was up to him to protect his siblings from the crueler facts of life, and he figured himself to be pretty damned good at it. When people messed with his sisters, they saw a side of Giovanni that was rarely shown, save for when anger no longer described what he felt. Of course, all things must come to an end but perhaps, for him, it was a beginning. His parents had sent him and his sisters out to get groceries, which was nothing new. At the time, he was around the tender age of ten. On their way back, they were caught in the middle of a gunfight between two rival gangs. It was the first time he truly experienced something that could be described as excruciating. A bullet tore through his shoulder, and he hit the ground. He never saw what became of his sisters and what came next was so much worse than the bullet that had torn through his flesh like a knife cuts through butter. He woke up in a dark room at a hospital, his eyes gazing blankly up at the ceiling as he tried to piece together what had happened. Ironically, the boss of the Italian mafia branch in the Chicago area was looking for somebody to call son because his wife had been deemed infertile. When a doctor on the mafia payroll stumbled on the boy's file, the boss gave him the green light. The flight flicked on, and the doctor came in like a monster in a horror flick. The doctor told the boy that his family had been killed and that his only chance to escape the system was to be adopted by the de Luca family. His first reaction had been to laugh hysterically. He had failed his sisters and suddenly, his mouth felt dry and his eyes began to water. As the doctor was about to leave, the boy begged the doctor to give him another chance, that he would happily accept the generous offer. The boy's heart sunk as the doctor seemed to think about the boy's plight and when it was decided that he would be adopted, he didn't know that it was all unofficial, that it was under the table. When documents were needed, they were made by people on the mafia payroll. They were official and yet, they weren't. The day the boy met his new family, he had an undeniable knot of fear in the pit of his stomach. Training was brutal but for the most part, he passed with flying colors. He could finally say that he was happy around the age of fifteen, although he didn't mean it. The only reason he said it was because his life was normal, even if his days were usually plagued with guilt. He constantly mourned the loss of his sisters, not knowing that they were doing pretty much the same for him. At the age of eighteen, he went to college with his family's funding. His father wanted him to infiltrate the police force and dig up whatever information they had on the competition. Naturally, the boy agreed to help his father in any way that he could. The Italian mafia was planning to expand their reach to a place called Sapphire Bay, and Giovanni was to unconditionally support their cause, no questions asked. College was easy enough for him and soon, he was going on to the actual police academy. That too was easy for him, and he still didn't have the faintest clue that all of his old records had been erased, only to be replaced with records that made it seem as if he was the de Luca family's biological son. All he did was hand over the papers like he was told. At the age of twenty-two, he was on probation then at twenty-three, he was official. He reported all the information he gathered to his father and whenever somebody in the family and/or somebody that was affiliated with the family got into trouble, Giovanni was there to clear their names by any means necessary, even if it meant falsifying reports, switching evidence, and occasionally destroying evidence that he simply couldn't swap. He spent three years on the force before he met the supposed woman of his dreams at the age of twenty-five. She was a world class criminal, and he didn't give a damn. It was when she announced that he had gotten her pregnant that he truly felt happy again and of course, he had to make things right for the mother of his child so not long after, they were married. Of all the crazy things, he was going to be a father. The girl was born when he was twenty-six, and they called her Sonia York de Luca. Three months after the girl's birth, not only did his wife become homicidal around him, but he also met Shasta le Stoat. With her, things were easy. She wasn't trying to kill him around every turn. He did his best to make it work with Sonia's mother but a guy can only take so much. When Sonia was five months old, they divorced and had the marriage nullified. He waited a month before asking Shasta out. It didn't take long for her to believe thinking that they simply wouldn't work so they ended up breaking up. Three months later, when Sonia was nine months old, his father told him to transfer to the BPD. He did just that. He's been in Boston three months and in those three months, somebody made an attempt on his life. He got a look at the girl's face and could have sworn it was familiar so he vowed to find out who the hell it was. Little does he know it's only the beginning of one, big pile of shit. Now, his daughter is a year old. Sonia is his heart and soul and before he does much else, he's going to make damned sure that she'll be in good hands if this fiasco earns him a death sentence. |
