First, let me state that I’ve always thought the ins and outs of a character should be learned in rp. I concede to the necessity that is writing a bio for the sake of spawning interest in my character, in the hopes to lure some serious role-players into some good ol’ gaming. Invites will be considered and greatly appreciated.

The bio

What a crock of shit.

Daddy's prize little boy fucked up again... big time, this time. Taking after his father, Anthony Aldrin, he had a love for the ladies, a weakness actually. Anthony had a reputation for being able to smuggle anything into the states. With connections in Cuba, Jamaica, Puerto Rico, Mexico, Canada... business was good. Reputation, it's a tricky thing really. One minute you can be on top of the world and the next... in a shit hole like Hathian. What the hell...

Many times had David been caught in the beds of daughters of associates. Half Cuban, half Irish, just so happened to be the mix to catch their eyes, the ladies of the coke business, the soiled doves of the white devil... Business was good, David ran a few hot spots, pushed a cornucopia of drugs, making fast friends with club owners, dj's, bouncers... There were a line of "wing men" lapping at the bowl of David's carnal successes. New York was his playground until
He rode the wrong ride.

You'd be amazed the difference in fucking a guy's daughter... and fucking a guy's wife. The reaction... well, let's just say lil prince David was lucky to get away, neck intact.

"You've been mooching off your ol' man long enough, lad. Thirty years old… do you have any idea how hard I worked. Thirty years old and you got less control of your pecker than a damned mutt."

So Daddy sent David off, after having paid a lofty price to soothe the crime lord’s ego, to Hathian, to over look a possible port for importing. A shit job in a shit hole.

Before he could get both feet on the ground his limo pulls off, leaving our prince in the middle of crack town, dressed to kill or to be killed. Eyes fall on him from every dank, dark crevice of the hot, dingy city. Unshaken, jaw set David stomps out of the street, takes a seat at the bus stop and waits... for his ride home.

Years ago his uncle, the looser of the family, bought an arcade as a cover to position himself as THE candy man of Devil’s Pocket, saddling right up beside the traffic Anthony Aldrin already had moving through the state of Louisiana. Young girls, drugs, soon he succumbed to the lifestyle, and overdosed in this god forsaken place. To that arcade David was heading... perhaps to the same fucking fate.

The Facts:
David Aldrin speaks with an absent accent most times, with the occasional Irish slip due to his parentage. Despite a fluent mother, he refuses to speak Spanish. He is heavily tattooed, lightly pierced, and dresses in a very flashy manner, true to his club rooster Manhattan background. At all times he carries a stash of cash worth stealing, but his demeanor more than dares such an attack, and suggests he is not easy prey. Currently he might be found in yelling matches on his cell; talking to an individual he refers to as, “Pop.” His ease with females comes from a long standing history of nothing but the best of luck with them, his disdain with Hathian is derived from its poverty, something he had never had to deal with until this, now, tender age of manhood. He has a slight white knight issue, not wanting to involve femmes in anything that he deems cannon fodder work. –I.e. anything that could get them harmed- While being a sex addict, he doesn’t degrade women, instead sees them as owning something worth promoting. He doesn’t lie to them, is always honest about his intentions, and never pays… directly for their company.
According to his New York hot sheet, he maintains two assault and battery charges in conjunction with a domestic dispute, said to have defended a female, and no other charges or convictions.

Nathan Aldrin suffered an overdose in devil’s pocket circa 1988. He was owner of one vast criminal record which included stagetory rape, possession with intent to distribute, larceny and grand theft.
Anthony Aldrin maintains no criminal record at this point.
Any knowledge of either his father, or his uncle should be played very, very well. Elders of the drug community might remember his uncle, but his father is above the lower scum, so is likely an unknown.

About the player: I cannot state this clearly enough… I am not here for a soap opera. I don’t enjoy the he said she said I’m pregnant by isn’t she a bitch rp. To each their own, and mine own is something a little better organized, a lot less trite, and in depth, as realistic as possible. Please do not take insult if I disengage rp with you. It will most likely be because I find something severely distasteful about the rp you’re involved in. I’m playing a very streamlined character with merits, flaws, and a rigid personality. I’m not a mix of archetypes, I stuck to one. I find that building a character should be done with realism and playability in mind. My character won’t gossip about who’s fucking who, or involve himself with children, strictly because that is NOT within his nature. He’s a bottom line kinda guy with a sex addiction. I was told that a wealthy man has no place here… exactly. He has, now, limited but decent means, is out of place like all hell, and has to either sink or swim. Like it or not, I’m here.

An offer: If you’re having an issue with story line, can’t find a niche, get irritated looking for an rp feel free to contact me. I’m an old school story teller and live to make others happy by enriching story line. I’ll hit this thread with a plot outline, keeping the setting in mind and current criminal structure, and if interested, again, contact me.