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[h1][center]Nicholas "Nick" Jones[/center][/h1]

[center][b]Age: [/b]37

[b]Date of Death:[/b] March 9th, 1948

[b]Height: [/b]6’0

[b]Weight: [/b]177lb

[b]Method of Death:[/b] Ambushed, stabbed multiple times, and shot once in the head. 

[indent][b]Bio:[/b] Nick grew up in the middle of the city of Brooklyn, living in a rundown apartment with his mother. His father had left when he was just a kid, with his mother always telling him how his daddy was a ‘no-good drunkard.’ The family didn’t have much money at all, and when Nick was still young he started doing some work here and there for the local mob, which made their presence very known. What started off as simple distractions and theft turned into coercions and interrogations, and when Nick was seventeen he beat a man to death with a lead pipe. It just so happened that the man he killed was a high priority target for the mob, and the leader took a shine to him and finally gave him a position beyond lackey. He saw greatness in Nick, whose sheer level of greed, shrewdness, and ambition at a young age suggested he would get far in the life of organized crime.

Years passed and Nick ventured through the glamorous highs and the brutal lows of gang life with ease, eventually becoming the second-in-command of the mob. He sent some money home to his mother and spent the rest on drinks, smokes, women, and weapons. And the whole time he was plotting the murder of the leader himself – and pinning the blame on some lower ranked nobodies. It worked without a hitch, and Nick finally accomplished his goal of leading what was now one of the most prominent gangs in the state. And he wanted it to be one of the greatest in the country. 

For several years Nick ruled with an iron fist and a constant reach towards more power, becoming feared by many, including the ones who used to look down on him. But Nick’s reign of power came to an end one airy spring morning when he went to go confirm a deal that promised him considerably more influence. His arrogance and lust for power stopped him from seeing the warning signs, and upon arriving at the meeting point he was stabbed multiple times and finally shot in the head by some lowlifes whose lives he had ruined. [/indent]

[b]Greatest Love: [/b]Being a leader

[b]Greatest Fear: [/b]Being powerless. 

[b]Stunning Weapon: [/b]Thompson submachine gun

[b]Sealing Weapon: [/b]Lead pipe
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