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[b]Name:[/b] Tony Crea, 'Wiseguy'
[b]Persona:[/b] The Suit
[b]Appearance:[/b] 
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[b]Age:[/b] 54 
[b]Archetype:[/b] Specialist
[b]Power set:[/b]
- (1) [i]Eyes for Detail:[/i] 
Whether you're playing poker, or cleaning a house, or trying to stop a maniac who can throw cars, the details matter. Tony learned that early on in his career, and he's been honing his eyes since then, just to make sure the slightest glimpses don't get past him. It lets him do parlor tricks like spot cards as they're dealt, or find the bulge of a gun in a fat mans' coat. Small things, or things that appear for a fraction of a second don't elude him as much as they would any other person.

- (1) [i]Surgeons Hand for Shooting:[/i]
The other thing he's practiced from the beginning of his career, was shooting things. It's a remarkably useful skill when you are in the business of 'Enforcing'. To set himself apart from the other mooks in his syndicate, (who couldn't hit the broad side of a barn), he practiced shooting until he was absolutely sure he could put a bullet where he wanted it. It's the sort of thing that comes in handy when you're trying to shoot people at the slightly-less-than-dead amounts demanded by his boss.

[b]Origin Story:[/b] 
Tony joined a crime syndicate when he was just another teen in Dodgeville, and eventually became a 'muscle'. 
An uncle of his was kind of a big deal in The Family, and Tony's school life was going south really quickly, as he got in one fight after another. This uncle wasn't going to let Tony's energy go to waste getting roughed up for no good reason, so said uncle put him to work as an errand boy to keep him out of trouble. In a way, it worked. The Family was a crime syndicate that dealt in every vice imaginable on it's little piece of turf, but it also had a fair sense of work ethic drilled into it's members. After a bit of time and discipline, Tony went from being a testy little brat to the most meticulous enforcer for The Family. Even after dropping from school.

With a lot of hard work, and a good amount of luck, Tony rose in the ranks over the next few decades of his life. Superheros went and came to challenge The Family, which was par for the course in Dodgeville. None of them ever managed to stamp out The Family completely, though a few came close. Tony got used to fighting them, even the really nasty ones who didn't really care much for the life of a mook like him. 
Thankfully, none of them managed to kill him before he reached retirement age. None of them managed to catch him, either. It was all about him being cautious, paying attention to what the Supers could do, and what they couldn't. 

It was what he called 'The Easy Life'. Booze, Cigarettes, and gambling, with a bit of harmless killing and extortion on the side. 
He never figured there was anything wrong with it. It was just the way things were, right?

One day, they changed his boss rather forcibly. The Boss had a brother with ambition and ricin, and said boss promptly found himself staring at the inside of a pine box. The brother kept the part about ricin a secret, and took over business, whereupon things went very badly very quickly. The rules the old boss laid down were broken. Lines were crossed. The Family went after people who had been off-limits before.

Superheroes, for one, were not people The Family was ever supposed to actually kill. Neither was their family, if you could find them.
It was escalation to a great deal more violence than The Family would ever prefer to deal with. 
The Old Boss knew it was a bad idea to hold a grudge with people who could punch holes in concrete and whatnot. 
It was better to be diplomatic, stay under the radar, and find bigger fish for them to fry. And scare them off if they kept trying to interfere with business.

So, Tony, finding the new boss rather disagreeable, and the circumstances of his promotion questionable, took matters into his own hands.
He traced the source of the ricin back to said new boss, and did something he thought was fairly reasonable at the time; Shoot him to death.

Having violently lost any sort of leadership, The Family splintered off soon after into several different groups, while Tony himself decided to find a new identity and retire quietly. He was 38 at the time. He moved out of town, and found himself a job as a prop for a small casino. He kept his gun, and practiced with it just enough to avoid getting rusty. 

Quietly fading into obscurity, he once or twice tried going back to Dodgeville to make amends for what he did. Not the shooting of his boss, he thought that was pretty righteous all things considered, but rather all of the stuff before that. None of that was very nice either. The killing, the threatening, the supplying of narcotics to people who couldn't say no if you held a gun their head, and so on.

Heroes had it right, he realized, but he was just a guy. He alone couldn't hope to make a dent in Dodgeville. Every time he tried, he found himself reeling and feeling just how past his prime he was. 

Then he got word of a billionaire building a team of odd talent, trying to make a difference. This got Tony interested. This was his chance, he figured, to make something happen. So he picked up the offer, and there was simply simply no way he would refuse.
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