Victor Fortunato has an idea.
Which would be good, under ordinary circumstances. He may be young, but he's smart and ambitious. That's why the Trevisani Family keeps him around, that's how Vic went from a street punk to one of the top wiseguys in Providence, Rhode Island.
But Vic isn't content. He thinks the Mafia is a dinosaur, he thinks there's better ways for organized crime to make money. Specifically, the Trevisani's archaic "no drugs" policy. That policy is why Vic is keeping his little idea to himself. No one needs to know about his side project, and by the same token no one needs to share in the profits.
It's easy. Vic never even needs to leave Providence for it to work, just to have his banker move some funds around. Just pay the Juarez Cartel for a staggering one ton of cocaine. Bring it over the border at El Paso, Texas. While this is being taken care of, Vic plans to use the Tervisani Family's influence on the northwestern city of Tacoma, Washington to put the area's largest cocaine distributor behind bars. The reason? All the better to sell his newly bought cocaine at a marked-up price. All in all, it should net Vic about $100 million. Provided the police or the Trevisani Family don't find out. And no one else tries to get involved.
But hey, what could go wrong?
Alright, so the basic premise of this RP is that a massive drug shipment is coming into the United States. What makes this different from other RPs is that the story will play out over three- or possibly four, depending on interest- different threads, one for each city this plot concerns. All will play out concurrently, hopefully with different sets of characters. They are all integral parts of the same story, however- the actions of characters in one will affect what goes on in the other, and PCs will have a high degree of agency. Players are free to play in more than one thread at a time.
This is an ambitious idea, I know. Therefore I'm only going to do this if I see a high amount of interest and I feel people will be committed to the RP and making it last- that goes for each storyline.
Speaking of which, the different threads would be:
1. Providence, Rhode Island : This is where Vic (the driving actor behind the plot) and his old-school Mafia family would be located.
2. El Paso, Texas : Here, the cocaine shipment is intended to come across the border, then be transferred over to corrupt teamsters to be shipped north.
3. Tacoma, Washington : Here, a local drug lord is going to be set up for arrest, leaving a vacuum in which to sell the cocaine at a marked-up price.
4. (in case of extremely high interest) Omaha, Nebraska : A corrupt executive for a international banking concern launders and moves Vic's money.
You would be free to play criminals, law enforcement types, or even just an Average Joe who somehow gets caught up in the middle of things. There's a lot of potential here, I feel.
Any questions?
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Well said, Lo Pellegrino.
I did once evict a customer when he exchanged words with one of my employees, which included homophobic slurs (the employee in question is quite openly gay) and threats of violence. I honestly did try to reason with this gentleman, but he decided to get cute and push me, so I put him in an armlock and marched him out the door with help from one of my other employees. We took his photo and informed him that if he came back it'd become a police matter. Haven't seen him since, thankfully.
The reason this guy decided to pick a fight? We accidentally gave him the wrong drink.
Some people just have a chip on their shoulder, and think that it's okay to abuse people who they think don't matter, for instance wait staff at a restaurant. They're wrong, and you have every right to be treated with courtesy and respect. That person should not have threatened you over something inconsequential.
I did once evict a customer when he exchanged words with one of my employees, which included homophobic slurs (the employee in question is quite openly gay) and threats of violence. I honestly did try to reason with this gentleman, but he decided to get cute and push me, so I put him in an armlock and marched him out the door with help from one of my other employees. We took his photo and informed him that if he came back it'd become a police matter. Haven't seen him since, thankfully.
The reason this guy decided to pick a fight? We accidentally gave him the wrong drink.
Some people just have a chip on their shoulder, and think that it's okay to abuse people who they think don't matter, for instance wait staff at a restaurant. They're wrong, and you have every right to be treated with courtesy and respect. That person should not have threatened you over something inconsequential.
I did think about giving him some futuristic weapons, but then I realized old-school weapons fit in better with his character.
Name: Yonatan "Yoni" Silver
Sex: Male
Age: 61
Appearance: Yoni is a thickset and hirsute man, dark in complexion, with intense brown eyes and graying (but still thick) hair. A scar runs down the right side of his face, still faintly visible after several plastic surgeries. His muscle has only recently begun to turn into fat, and he walks with the heavy tread of a former athlete. Yoni has jut recently began to grow out his beard, at yet it's still only a salt-and-pepper shadow on his jaw.
Skills: Yoni still possesses some of the strength and ferocity that marked his career before things changed. He has a special talent for knife fighting, honed through long practice, and is a decent shot with rifle, shotgun, or pistol. Additionally, he has spent a great deal of time studying the Talmud recently- not enough to be a legitimate scholar in the subject, but beggars can't be choosers these days, can they?
Traits: Despite his advancing age, Yoni is still stronger than your average man (though it's only a shadow of the bearlike might he possessed in his heyday). Something about him is also inherently trustworthy- maybe his big brown eyes, or his smile, or the fact that he's an aging Jew, people seem to be more disposed towards doing him small favors like holding the door or letting him cut in line.
Personality: Yoni is outwardly a nice guy, the type of older man who buys ice cream for all the kids in his neighborhood and loves to give out advice to anyone who will listen. However, this is deliberate and cynical on his part. Yoni has spent his life cultivating the image of a completely harmless man while at the same time plotting to destroy his enemies. While he doesn't particularly enjoy violence, his is willing to use it as a means to an end. Recently, though, he has had something of a shock- realizing he might be one of the last Jews left, he has been genuinely trying to take on responsibility as a leader and teacher.
Backstory: Born in Las Vegas in 1996, Yoni Silver used to have it made. His father was a bookmaker for the mob in Lake Tahoe, Laughlin, and even the seedier parts of Vegas. Growing up and being a terror on the playgrounds for his size and strength, Yoni would be reprimanded at home with stories of Rothstein, Lansky, and Rosenthal- not moralist stories, by any means, but stories of how they solved problems with brains instead of brawn. Yoni took the lessons to heart- though he was big, strong, and naturally athletic, he chose to hone his brain by studying accounting and law in school. Throughout it all, he never missed a day at the synagogue- his family emphasized that his religion was dying and needed to be kept alive in some small way. After graduation, Yoni Silver never attempted to pursue legitimate employment. Following in the footsteps of his father, he hawked his services exclusively to organized crime groups throughout the Southwest. He found interest in Dallas, where yesterday's cholos had become today's cartels. There he found himself comfortably employed by one of the country's largest drug rings, handling their finances and even finding time to once in a while get out into the streets and rough up a few people.
And then the air itself started to grow toxic.
Yoni Silver was perhaps a bit paranoid, in keeping with certain stereotypes, but at any rate he invested his personal fortune in the building of the dome. Sure, it was against the wishes of the Mexican Mafia, but in the end, who died gasping outside while he was comfortable inside? How many good, honest people died while he, a criminal, survived? He made himself useful inside, keeping careful track of their available resources and how to marshal the. Bean counters will always be needed, right? But when they couldn't establish contact with Israel, the guilt began to grow, festering in him for years. He had been raised as a Jew, not a particularly observant one, but a Jew nonetheless. How many of them were left? Eventually, it dawned on him. He was one of the few left, representatives pf a dying religion. He had to make sure it did not become extinct. Survivor's guilt, maybe, but he began studying the holy works in earnest and took to preaching in earnest to whoever might listen. Though he had no diplomas to back him up, he began encouraging people to call him Rabbi, to teach the words of a noble religion. Burdened by guilt and responsibility, he is simply making up is sermons as he goes, but they assuage his guilty conscience a little.
Equipment: Yoni carries a book of Talmudic highlights and a knife at all times- an old Schrade Sharpfinger to be specific- and keeps a Smith and Wesson Model 586 locked up at home for dire straits, along with sixty .357 rounds. Four days- or twelve meals- of dehydrated food are also ready to go along with the weapon, along with an unopened box of water purification tablets. Like anyone living under the dome, he also owns a gas mask and basic decontamination suit-nothing fancy, but good for a brief excursion.
Other: Yoni Silver speaks English, Yiddish, and Spanish.
Sex: Male
Age: 61
Appearance: Yoni is a thickset and hirsute man, dark in complexion, with intense brown eyes and graying (but still thick) hair. A scar runs down the right side of his face, still faintly visible after several plastic surgeries. His muscle has only recently begun to turn into fat, and he walks with the heavy tread of a former athlete. Yoni has jut recently began to grow out his beard, at yet it's still only a salt-and-pepper shadow on his jaw.
Skills: Yoni still possesses some of the strength and ferocity that marked his career before things changed. He has a special talent for knife fighting, honed through long practice, and is a decent shot with rifle, shotgun, or pistol. Additionally, he has spent a great deal of time studying the Talmud recently- not enough to be a legitimate scholar in the subject, but beggars can't be choosers these days, can they?
Traits: Despite his advancing age, Yoni is still stronger than your average man (though it's only a shadow of the bearlike might he possessed in his heyday). Something about him is also inherently trustworthy- maybe his big brown eyes, or his smile, or the fact that he's an aging Jew, people seem to be more disposed towards doing him small favors like holding the door or letting him cut in line.
Personality: Yoni is outwardly a nice guy, the type of older man who buys ice cream for all the kids in his neighborhood and loves to give out advice to anyone who will listen. However, this is deliberate and cynical on his part. Yoni has spent his life cultivating the image of a completely harmless man while at the same time plotting to destroy his enemies. While he doesn't particularly enjoy violence, his is willing to use it as a means to an end. Recently, though, he has had something of a shock- realizing he might be one of the last Jews left, he has been genuinely trying to take on responsibility as a leader and teacher.
Backstory: Born in Las Vegas in 1996, Yoni Silver used to have it made. His father was a bookmaker for the mob in Lake Tahoe, Laughlin, and even the seedier parts of Vegas. Growing up and being a terror on the playgrounds for his size and strength, Yoni would be reprimanded at home with stories of Rothstein, Lansky, and Rosenthal- not moralist stories, by any means, but stories of how they solved problems with brains instead of brawn. Yoni took the lessons to heart- though he was big, strong, and naturally athletic, he chose to hone his brain by studying accounting and law in school. Throughout it all, he never missed a day at the synagogue- his family emphasized that his religion was dying and needed to be kept alive in some small way. After graduation, Yoni Silver never attempted to pursue legitimate employment. Following in the footsteps of his father, he hawked his services exclusively to organized crime groups throughout the Southwest. He found interest in Dallas, where yesterday's cholos had become today's cartels. There he found himself comfortably employed by one of the country's largest drug rings, handling their finances and even finding time to once in a while get out into the streets and rough up a few people.
And then the air itself started to grow toxic.
Yoni Silver was perhaps a bit paranoid, in keeping with certain stereotypes, but at any rate he invested his personal fortune in the building of the dome. Sure, it was against the wishes of the Mexican Mafia, but in the end, who died gasping outside while he was comfortable inside? How many good, honest people died while he, a criminal, survived? He made himself useful inside, keeping careful track of their available resources and how to marshal the. Bean counters will always be needed, right? But when they couldn't establish contact with Israel, the guilt began to grow, festering in him for years. He had been raised as a Jew, not a particularly observant one, but a Jew nonetheless. How many of them were left? Eventually, it dawned on him. He was one of the few left, representatives pf a dying religion. He had to make sure it did not become extinct. Survivor's guilt, maybe, but he began studying the holy works in earnest and took to preaching in earnest to whoever might listen. Though he had no diplomas to back him up, he began encouraging people to call him Rabbi, to teach the words of a noble religion. Burdened by guilt and responsibility, he is simply making up is sermons as he goes, but they assuage his guilty conscience a little.
Equipment: Yoni carries a book of Talmudic highlights and a knife at all times- an old Schrade Sharpfinger to be specific- and keeps a Smith and Wesson Model 586 locked up at home for dire straits, along with sixty .357 rounds. Four days- or twelve meals- of dehydrated food are also ready to go along with the weapon, along with an unopened box of water purification tablets. Like anyone living under the dome, he also owns a gas mask and basic decontamination suit-nothing fancy, but good for a brief excursion.
Other: Yoni Silver speaks English, Yiddish, and Spanish.
This sounds a lot more interesting than some of the other tired apocalyptic scenarios. Count me in.
Just out of curiosity (and you don't have to answer if it's plot-critical or whatever) but what cities aside from Dallas managed to construct appropriate safeguards?
Just out of curiosity (and you don't have to answer if it's plot-critical or whatever) but what cities aside from Dallas managed to construct appropriate safeguards?
Close enough, really.
You get used to it. The important thing is just to know your limits and when to stop.
Tuesday tomorrow.
Well, Hanukkah begins tomorrow. . .
Alright, I'm definitely intrigued, though that might just be due to all the Intriguenol I took earlier.
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