Name: Josef De'Lassio

Age: 39

Where your from: New Bruswick, Canada

Your Story:
Born and raised in Fredericton New Brunswick Josef's origional name was Antonio MacMurr. His father William MacMurr was origionally from Ireland but from having little money came to Canada. His mother Suzana De'Lassio was the daughter of a very well off family from Italy but from political problems in Italy her and her family decided to leave coming to Canada. They both ended up going to schooling in Nova Scotia since the main port to Canada was Halifax they ended up talking going out. Williams family eventually also ended up going across the ocean to Canada where they met him and Suzana. Her parents were thrilled with how well the couple was doing but Williams parents wernt. Williams family where white anglo saxan protistants who were very deeply involved in their religion. Suzans where Italian catholics seeing the two religions have always had alot of tension between them Williams family was very displeased and tried to break them up. However the two of them ignored how Williams family acted only really paying attention to his father who showed he really didnt care what religion they where. Williams father was an Admirl in The Royal Canadian Navy he was origionally in the navy in Ireland but once William moved he transfered to make sure his son would be safe while he was stationed there.

After a few years of being together William and Suzana decided to get married and moved to New Brunswick she was a tellar and he wokred as a surveyer for a very popular company. Two years after they settled down they had Antonio who would be the first of three sons. They grew up in a big condo in Fredericton with their sons Antonio and their next son that was two years younger Brandon and then David who was 5 years younger. Antonio who went by most as toni hated his father for having such a different name than the rest he also grew to hate the family more as his father used him more as a punchng bag and always put him down whenever he was home. Toni and his father where almost what an Irish father and son look like always fighting and swearing at eachother. While still having an unhappy childhood he met a girl who he cared for dearly, Tiffany although went by Demi by most him and Demi grew very close and even started dating. On multiple occasions they had snuck off and talked about what would they do in the futur he told her all his that he would want to join the army and manage to see the world. Demi wasnt happy with this she didnt want him gone or for him to get hurt she worried alot about him and started to protest against him joining. They had fought quite a bit enough were it even affected their friendship and they broke up not wanting to ruin their friendship even though they had still cared about eachother and not forgettign the history they had still knowing that they were protective over one another. Antonio went to join the army as soon as he could on his 18^th birthday he siged up undr the 8^th armoured tank corps. He told Demi he wouldnt forget her when he was gone and she did the same they had also made a pack that no matter what if the other needed them they would drop everything and go help them. He then the next day was shipped to CFB Petawawa for training in tanks and combat.

For the first three years he went through training on how to drive a tank and the tactical methods of infantry. He was stationed all over the world only contacting with his brothers and his mother not even coming home when he learned of his dads funeral. Since he didnt show his brothers started to grow angry at him and cut him out of their lives. He kept writting to his mother though as he kept getting stationed to other countries eventually he stopped getting letters. After trying to write to his brothers and still no reply he gave up and ended up getting stationed in Italy at age 30.

The army was sent to try and protect the people from the new government tha was now put in place. They were to invade the mainland of Italy and work their way south. Toni worked hard to acheive the rank of Sergant getting his own tank group and leading them he was well respected by his crew. Throughout the Italian part of his trip he had seen many things he still rarely talks about even some of the events he will not mention other than meeting his brother Brandon in another tank corps. The two of them talked still having some resentment towards eachother from the past eventually lightening up after Toni's tank squad was attacked in an ambush. He was given the option to get his squad mixed in with Brandons since they had resolved most of their issues. They were then sent to the south island of Sicily since the army had pushed in far they where the first tank squad sent in. Everyone in the Regiment was less than thrilled about being the first sent in they had been the first for quite some time and seeing things no one wanted to talk about after. Toni and his men were stationed off the coast with another squad and sent to go to more south and force them back hard off the beach head so the other troops and tanks could get a foot hold. however after so far in they got seperated from the other squads they decided to keep going and try to push the Italians back they eventually got ambushed.

To this date he keeps to himself what happened to himself or tells vey few most he will admit is from there he then was the only one left alive and was taken to an Italian jail where he spent next two years of his life where he met two friends including a Don that worked out of Sicily a Gambetti Ancolitti. Gambetti taught Toni within the two years spent there everything he knew about the mafia hw it works how to start one he even gave Toni the rank underboss knowing how well he was able to lead men. After the Canadian army got to the area they where in al hell broke loose it was like a prision escape but fromthe outside men running to get cover and trying to escape. Toni seen a most of his friends die but by the end of it him and Gambetti both got out. He decided to join the Ancolitti's right away and changed his name to Josef De'Lassio based on Josef Stalin a leader he had always looked u to and also te Italian sieof his family he was more close with. He thought that since he was out of the army things would be alot easier and in a sence they where he was leader of a capo and a few soldiers and sent back to Canada.

For the longest time things where easier for him not as much affected him even tho he was still very serious about what was going on he kept ties with the Don. Eventually though when the Don had died a new Don hd risen to power who did not like or trust Josef all entirely. There where many fights between the two of them and eventually Josef cut ties with them making sure they wouldnt profit from his work he started his own having men who had already worked for him he decided to move the family to New York where the family grew more. Eventually in New York he came across a lovely lady who he fell in love with called Natasha. They had grown very close and loved eachother very much and ended up having a daughter who they had named Angel. However when Angel was about four years old Natasha had been killed by a drunk driver. He then stopped being his normal self even more having it finish off wat was good left or so he thought he kept the family going paying attention to only business nothing relationship wise or sexual.He ended up finding four girls who he grew close enough too to call them sistersGwen, Bane, Lira and Scud also he ended up having two little girls Tara and Angel. He also appointed a Bruno who he had delt with business outside the family who he knew he would trust as Consilgeri. and so he ended up starting the De'Lassio mafia.

Name: Victoria Stone

Age: 21

Origin: London, United Kingdom

I was born in a nice and comfortable middle class family. My parents were the simple and honest kind. Kind in their own way I suppose, but this isn't their story. I had everything I could possibly need to lead a happy, normal life. I had nice parents and a private education. But it wasn't enough, I always knew I was different. I could never stand to be around the kind of children my parents wanted me to be; demure, self-effacing. "Children are to be seen but not heard" was one of my father's favourites, but as it turned out; I did everything to the contrary. At first the confrontations were minor shows of defiance, but my parents' heavy handed discipline paved the way for my own revolt.

I made friends with older children who came from the estate not too far from where I lived. They were precisely the sort I’d always been taught to avoid, in deliberate spite of this, I tried my best to integrate with them, which was easier said than done, teasing and taking advantage of my naive, middle-class background. Yet, far from deterring me, this only encouraged me to try harder, starting to spend more time in the estate they were from. In spite of being treated roughly at first my stubborn-nature refused to allow myself to give up that easily. Besides, I was far more intelligent and resourceful to fail to see the advantages of sticking things through.

After a few months, I finally got a chance I had been waiting for to prove myself. A gang initiation, which would determine if they could trust me. They'd been planning to rob a small corner shop, they decided that I would tag along; they needed someone to distract the shopkeeper while they got ready. I realised that I was also a good insurance policy for them, I would play along, for the moment.

As I walked into the shops, my heart was racing, I approached the counter, feeling certain the shopkeeper would see straight through me and call the police. I asked for a packet of cigarettes and he immediately frowned, asking for some proof of age, I started arguing with him about my real age. I hadn't noticed the others until I felt cold metal on the back of my head. A voice started barking orders, then the shopkeeper and I were told to face the wall. As the others were busy getting the till open, I felt some movement and looked over slightly, the shopkeeper was trying to dial through his trousers. I grabbed a bottle from a shelf and hit him over the head with it. As the others turned round, they saw him fall to the ground, unconscious, then saw me with the bottle, understanding what I’d done. They decided to leave and take the till with them. Looking up and around I noticed a camera, so I ran to the back of the shop, ignoring the others shouting. Getting to the office, I found the security camera station and retrieved the video. I walked back in the shop to see that they'd made a run for it, leaving me behind. Swearing to myself I went back to the office and found the back-door, I forced myself to stay calm and walk normally. I went back home and got to work destroying the videotape.

The next day, I went back to the estate, letting them know what had happened. After a while, they decided that I had passed the initiation. Over the next few years, they trained me, teaching me how to defend myself, how to manage people. Then I started getting more responsibilities. Until I had a fully fledged double life. By day I went to school and gang member by night. Unfortunately, it was not to last, university and higher education beckoned and while I didn't want to leave the gang or abandon my responsibilities, I couldn't stand the idea of living at home any longer. My parents had almost become strangers to me. So I left London, seeking to put as much distance between my home and myself. When I finished my university education, I left the country and sought my fortune, amassing experience and contacts along the way. 
 

Name: Scuddly

Age: 26

Where your from: Here, there and everywhere

Your Story: She left home at 15, couldn´t stand the constant fights, the harsh words, the hostility. Walked straight into the arms of a man who promised a lot and couldn´t live up to anything. Unexperienced she believed him and swallowed the lies, ended up marrying him and got psychologically abused into believing she was worth nothing. After hitting her on her birthday she divorced him, though the scars inside made her look for something and she wandered from man to man and each made her feel worse. From her upbringing taught not to show anything she kept a smile on and kept going, the pain inside making her choose worse and worse, feeling she was not worth any more.

One day she met a man, a man who wasn´t quite like all the others. They started talking and found they enjoyed each others company. When he had to leave, he asked if she wished to follow him for a while. She accepted.

He brought her with him, taught her how to defend herself, how to shoot, how to survive. She was extremely thankful and after a while he started calling her little sister.
They went thru a lot together and when he started the DeLassio family she was there, ready to join in. She is still a hardheaded bitch and she is still all around. There are times when she wishes to kill him with her bare hands. But she loves her older brother and she is forever grateful for being a part of his family and she will do anything to protect him.

Anything Else that should be known about you: Extremely non-trusting, seems to share a lot, but only shares what she feels like. Will do anything for her family and friends. Good with a gun and excellent with a knife. Never backs down voluntarily. 

Name: Cerulean Mc'Lenton 

Age: 21 

Race: Italian Mexican 

Hair: Jet Black 

Eyes: Grey Blue 

Height 145lbs 

From: Trenton, New Jersey

Your Story: Born by a ex-model mexican mother and an italian father who was a solider under the Mc'Lenton family, Alcee Greco was a child unsheltered from the harsh realities that money is what was needed to survive. Her biological father worked for a man in charge of the money laundering firm for the Mc'Lenton family. A body guard for a Capo. When Alcee was three years old her father was gunned down during a transaction that went south. Anita Greco was left to fend for her child and herself doing what ever means nessessary to keep food on the table. While working for one of the gentleman's clubs as a night life stripper she fate would have her meet the head of the Mc'Lenton family. Thomas Mc'Lenton had heard the womans cries, seeing her, one of their own brothers widows working and in such a state he had the girls packed up and taken to his estate where Anita worked as a maid and Alcee ran about the house free to live a normal childhood. 

Late one night Alcee heard a noise coming from Thomas' room, curious she took a peek, with the man and her mother caught in the act of passion a child only assumed what she had dreamed of. Her mommy had got her a new daddy, the man who when unattended by his guards and henchmen would crawl around the floor with her, give her piggy back rides, and scare the monsters out of her closet. It became apparent to the two adults when the girl started calling the Don, daddy... that something had to happen. So they married for her, not for love that did come later, but for the smiling, candy loving, mafia princess. Thomas loved the girl as if she were his own and the only way to legally claim her his child was by marrying her spanish mother. Within months after the marriage Alcee was his. His desire to protect the small girl went deeper than he would ever tell her, but he could not protect her watchful eyes from the realities that were the apart of the gang. 

At the young and frightful age of ten on a family business trip to Italy, an alliance with a fellow family went bad and the enemy knew the best way to bring the Don to his knees. Kidnapped and abused in such sinful ways, the girl who loved and trusted everyone was shattered kept for a terrorfying three months in a basement cell near the dock pier and treated little better than a dog. Thomas was at his wits end not having enough money that would buy back Alcee could only pray for a miracle. Then came a light of hope. Alcee was rescued and returned and Thomas held a heavy debt. 

Eleven years pasted the girl holding a life shattering secret and the mental scares of her childhood experience she used it as a tool to rise from the ashes like a phenoix. She became strong and learned to fly using the tools of her beauty, knowledge, and connections with the Don Thomas Mc'Lenton. She hid her past where it belonged and swore to speak of it and the things she saw and learned. She became quickly known as the mafia princess of New Jersey. Head strong she became accepted into the Medical University in the De'Lassio territory and her protection was placed in Josef De'Lassio's hands. Where he protects her probably a little too well. Majoring in pediatrics her life consists of school and her work as Mr. De'Lassio's consigliere. 
She takes her work seriously knowing this to be an opprotunity to prove her abilites in the De'Lassio family. If she isn't found working, in class, she is normally studying at home. 

Anything Else that should be known about you: Ceru loves coffee and simple things, like running around at home in a her sweatpants and and old ratty shirt.

 Name: Abigail Dukas (Abi)

Age: 23

Where your from: Santorini, Greece.

Your Story: Abi was born on the island of Santorini, Greece to Hector and Abina Dukas. She had two older sisters, Beth and Cailin. The Dukas's were a fishing family, her father owned his own boat and sold his fish in the Santorini market every morning. Sometimes Abi and her sisters would help on the boat, laughing and singing ancient Greek fighting songs as they all caught fish together. But Hector had never been good with money, and when a fire destroyed the Dukas's boat, he had no savings to buy another one. Hector and Abina made the hard decision to move their family away from their beloved Greece and to America, a land they knew was full of opportunities. Abi was eight when she said goodbye to her childhood home, and moved to Boston, Mass. with her family where her father found a job as a dock worker, loading and unloading boxes from the ships that came to port every day.

But Hector didn't make much money at his job, and the family lived in a tiny one room apartment in south Boston, scraping together money to pay rent and buy food. Eventually it became too much for Hector, and a friend of his from the dock wanted to help him, and gave him his first hit of heroin. Soon Hector was addicted, and spent the little money they had on buying more heroin and hitting up every night before coming home to his family. At first Abina couldn't figure out what was wrong with her husband, but finally her oldest daughter Cailin found the needle, and explained to her mother what it meant. Abina pleaded with Hector to see a doctor and get over his habit, but it was no use, he was lost to the power of the drug.

Abina and Beth found jobs to try and help with the family's expenses, and Cailin, sick of it all, ran away with her boyfriend and married him, never speaking to her family again. After a few years, when she turned eleven, Abi was old enough to wash hair at the beauty parlor, and began to contribute as well. But a year later disaster hit the family again as Beth was accidentally shot in a drive by shooting, and died of blood loss in the hospital an hour later.

The next day Hector went to his usual supplier, trying to explain to him why he didn't have the money for his habit this time, telling him about the doctor bills he now had to pay thanks to Beth's accident. But George wouldn't have that, he pulled a gun to Hector's head and demanded the money. Panicked, Hector could only think of one thing: Abi. He promised George that he could have his daughter, explaining that she was beautiful and she wouldn't disappoint him. George agreed, and Hector went home to get his daughter. When he showed up, Abi was working on her english homework at the kitchen table when he grabbed her by the hair and hauled her out the door. Abi screamed and faught him, but she had no chance against her large powerful father, and he drug her all the way to the alley where he had arranged to meet George.

Abi was sold into white slavery, George selling her to the highest bidder. Over the next four years she had five masters who raped, beat, and whipped her every day. They pierced her tongue in four places so that when she pleasured them, the tiny silver balls in her mouth would give them a better sensation. She got pregnant four different times, and when they would find out, they beat her until she lost the child. Then one day at sixteen, her master took her to the supermarket with him, and she saw her chance. The market was large, and had gotten crowded while they were there. As he looked at something on a shelf, she carefully pulled his wallet out of his back pocket, and as tiny as she was, she slipped into the crowd, disappearing into it, and running for the employee's exit, hiding in the back room. She ran out of the back door and kept running until she reached the bus station, bought a ticket, and went to New York.

Over the next few years Abi did her best to start over. She got a job as a waitress, and bought a small apartment, saving her money until she could afford to go to school. She got her nursing degree in only three years, and then began working toward her full medical degree. She got a job at a hospital as a pediatric nurse. She took self-defense classes, and learned how to use a gun so that she would never have to be taken advantage of again. She joined the De'Lassio family because she knew she could help them with her skills of fighting and nursing, and she just wanted to be a part of a family again.

Name- Lexi
Age-26
Hight-5ft 9inches
Hair-Blond
Eyes-blue
Weapons- dule guns, dule shot guns


Crashing and screaming was heard from the downstairs. Lexi, sitting on her small pink fully bed with matching pillows, sat clinging to her favorite teddybear. She could hear the raging storm downstairs.. Her father was drunk yet again.. and her mother was in the way of the stairs. Her eyes clenched shut as she heard the fighting coming on, closer now, right outside her door. Pictures falling from the walls as she heard thuds of her mothers small frail body hit it hard. Lexi's blue eyes would cut to the handle of her door, watching it, expecting it to swing open hard like it had every time before. One more smashing sound, she heard a grunt and her mother was flying threw the door, slamming it shut, Lexi's small eyes falling on the sight of her father laying on the floor outside in the hall, his eyes closed and a large gash in his head. Dark ruby blood running out of his head staining the light tan carpet. Her mother would close the door, huffing from the struggle.. Crawling up on the small girls bed and curling into her trying to comfort her as tears rolled down her small pink cheeks.

Years would go by like that and the fights got worse over Lexi as she tried not to be home and found herself getting into trouble. It wasnt hard for a girl with soft blonde locks, blue eyes, athletic build to find it. By a younge age Lexi had learned how to pick a lock, steal a car and shoot a gun. Some nights she would be returned home in the back of a squad car, other times she would out run the police, go home and would brave her way out into the storm to protect her mother as she had done since Lexi was a small girl. But each time Lexi would walk away with the proof of his strength on her throat. She was dead inside by the age of 18 when she finally left the home. Her mother had passed on and she had no reason to stay any longer. She packed what little she had and a picture of her mother and went out into the world.. It couldnt be that bad compaired to what she came from. She was wrong.Getting mixed up with the wrong sort of people seemed to be what Lexi was good at. She had held down a job for most of her adult life and on her time off she did what any young adult does with a troubled past. She partied. There was one party that changed her life forever.

The nights had gotten warmer then usual the summer Lexi turned 22. She and her at the time boyfriend, Drew, were cuddled up on a couch at a friends house party. Drew was a good looking guy with serous bad boy tendancies. She thought she was in love. Sitting in the sunken in broken couch, Drew's arm wrapped around her, the both sipped on a beer and just watched the people around them acting like idiots. A young couple in the dark corner was nearly fucking, the girls leg up on her mans hip and her hands down his pants..Lex just shook her head and leaned it back on Drew's shoulder. A few shady looking men walked in the door a few moments later and Drew kissed her forhead and started to lean her up off his shoulder."Babe.." He said "I have to go handle some business.. Ill be right back." Lex was used to him handling 'business' during parties. He was known to deal in drugs, weapons and other illigal things and she knew his normal clients but these men werent his norm. She watched him go up the stairs of the croweded house. The 2 men were both white, one had dark slicked back hair, denim jeans, Timberlains and a leather jacket on.. and the other was bald, a scar on his right eye and he was dressed in baggy sweats and a long T. The man in the jeans had a hand pistle tucked in the back of his pants which made Lexi a little uneasy.

As soon as the men and Drew were up the stairs out of sight, Lexi put her beer down and walked up the stairs. She didnt have to be worried about making noise because the music and laughter from everywhere was enough to mask it. The door was cracked slightly and Lexi caught a glimps of the 3 men in one of the rooms as she passed..She stopped just past it and peered inside. Drew was seated on a bed, the other men standing looking at him as he leaned down and sniffed a line of 'product' off of a mirror. Only moments later Drew's eyes rolled into the back of his head and he fell back on the bed, shaking. Lexi burst threw the door and kneeled next to him. She watched him OD, his head in her hands she screamed for help but no one could hear her over the music and the 2 men grabbed what was left of the product and ran out the door. "Please, please dont die on me" Lexi would cry as she held his head in her arms. He was gone in only a matter of seconds..Rumors flew around that it wasnt an accident that Drew had been murdered by his competition...A man named Moralez.

Moralez spent most of his nights at a strip club called Tittie Twisters. He would do his business in a back room they had there and he wouldnt be bothered because he was in business with the owner and most of the girls were his clients. The room was dark, a table with a rolling chair and a stage acrost from it was all there was. Moralez sat in the room, watching the newest girl spin around the pole by only her legs in a skimpy shimmering g string and pasties. He had set his gun on the side of the dest as he watched her. She was intoxicating and he motioned for her to come over to him. "How bout a lap dance?" He grinned and what little light was in the room shined off of a gold tooth he had custom made. He watched the gilr straddle his lap and press her body to him. She rolled her hips agianst his and reached down, letting her hand rub him threw his pants. He was arroused for sure and the young girl leanded back, arching her back over the edge of the table and when she leaned back up, she had his .45 in her hand and it was pointed between his dark brown eyes. "What the fuck bitch?" He exclaimed as the blonde held the gun to his forhead. "You killed Drew.. And those are your last words." As soon as the last sylible left her lips she pulled the trigger, Blood, skull and brain matter splashed onto the wall behind them as specs of his blood splattered onto her face and chest.

Lexi, now the age of 26, walked down the quiet street of the richest part of town, she needed a job badly and knew the neighborhood was full of mafioso's..The only sound she could hear was that of her own high heels on the cement and she was lost in thought. How she was going to pay her rent and make ends meat was the topic of her inner discusion at the moment when she heard a loud booming sound.. like a truck back firing... Her eyes would dart up to the street and the next sound was that of skreeching tires, she quickened her pase and found the door of a large house left wide open. She would let her blue orbs gaze around but she would see noone, so she stepped into the home.. It was probably not a good idea but her curiosity had gotten hold of her once again..


The home was lavishly decorated, a fountain in the middle of the room, three tears high splashed small droplets of water onto Lexi's hot flesh as she walked around it. Her eyes had caught sight of painings on the walls which seemed remarkably expensive along with book cases full of literature..but then her eyes caught sight of somthing else.. Lying on the ground was a man, bloody.. Instantly a picture of her father flashed in her head but she shook it off best she could. This man was hurt or even dead. Rushing up to him, she did her best to aply pressure to his wounds and called for help. She had no idea that day she would save the life of a Mafia Don, let alone start her remarkable journy threw life as a mafia member. Despite her up bringing, she did her job well and was devoted to the De'Lassio family.


More to come.. 

Now Wanted By The Family Dead Or Alive

Name: Caley Ramsey 

Age: 26

Where from: Hometown Eastport Maine

Story:
Caley's mother, Sandy, died while giving childbirth so she never knew her mother. Her father, Augustus, despised Caley for the death of his beloved wife and tortured her for the first five years of her life. CPS rescued her after her father tried to drown her in a bathtub of bleach mixed with scalding hot water.
For 6 years she went through 20 foster homes. During this time she taught herself how to channel her emotions and energy through many types of art; piano, guitar, drums, saxaphone, singing, drawing and painting mostly with water colors. When she was almost 12, the family she was with adopted her. After the adoption was final they moved to Fukuoka Japan and got involved with a smaller part of a mafia family there, the Yakuza's. Caley was forced into prostitution and selling drugs. She started to sleep with the underboss (who ran this part of the mafia in Fukuoka) so she could be his pet and only work with the higher clientele. One man named Mitsomora was her regular and was an underboss to another smaller mafia. He fell in love with her and took pity. When she turned 17, he kidnapped her turning his back on his family and moved them back to the states. There he taught her many types of martial arts and how to kill with using the smallest of daggar from 2 miles away. He pounded in her head that guns were for the weak so she won't touch a gun unless having no other choice.
On her 23rd birthday while she was out shopping for a new outfit, a female assassin from Fukuoka came and slaughtered Mitsomora. This devestated Caley and turned her heart hard and cold. She returned to Fukuoka and went undercover working on the streets to find this assassin. Finding her, she tied her up and killed her family before killing her. Unsatisfied she returned back to the states and went from city to city trying to find a family worth working for hoping to fill the void in her soul. Now she hopes the De'Lassio family is where she will stay.
 

 Name- Holo
Age- 19
Height- 5"5'
Hair- Silver
Eyes- Ice blue
Weapons- Sgian Dubh, Claymore, Scythe, and a bow and arrow.
Origin: Scotland

As a child, my father abandoned me to stay with my mother, who died shortly after his departure. I went to go and stay with my aunt, who was...harsh, to say the least. I will keep my past to a minimum since I am hesitant to share. When I was little, I began experimenting with weapons,and eventually got settled on a select few. I enjoy fighting, I have ever since I was little. I was born a warrior, raised a warrior, and even though I can seem a bit frantic, I am reliable and trustworthy.