I figured I would tweak my back story a bit since the last visit to the Crack Den. Here it goes:

Paul was born in Boston, Massachusetts which was a sprawling metropolis full of people and things to do--even if those things were not the right ones. Most parts of Boston were very grungy and contained it's dark secrets. Down on Clark Street was where Paul was born in those lined up brick homes that are 2 floors. The outside appeared to be better than the inside because not much work was put into making them all fancy inside. It was a major lack of money both by the government and the residents since the nieghborhood was run down and it had it's share of problems. Julia and Jose were Paul's blood mother and father. They were portuguese and italian with julia being Italian and father being Portuguese. They were old fashioned in some sense and had their restrictions on social life outside the home. Julia worked as a Housekeeper at the Ocean Edge Hotel and Jose was on disability because of some work accident. They didn't have a car and Julia got to work on the city bus. Julia had a daughter as well but by another man back in Italy which she never saw again. On May 27 Paul was born and they were both excited.

Throughout Paul's early childhood Julia was the one that mostly took care of Paul and Jose did what he could and knew. He wasn't the most experienced father even though he also had two other sons by another woman who lived a city away now. Jose also had a drinking problem which hampered any good attempt at being very father like. When Paul was 5 Jose was watching Paul and decided to get drunk again. He got so upset for having to watch him he burned him on his arm and called him worthless. Another time when Paul was 8 his father was watching him again and decided to beat him up after a whole night of drinking. Once Julia found out she confronted him and he smacked her hard enough for her to fall down and let Paul see what was going on. Once Paul turned 16 he dropped out of high school during Sophomore year. His grades were slipping and his attitude in school was carefree. He only stuck to a close group of friends who were unknowingly part of a neo nazi gang. They later told Paul about it and asked if he had any interest in joining up with them. Paul didn't even second guess it. He was now riding with them to everything they did.

At the age of 19 he had already moved out and came to live with his friend up in Montgomery Street which was a few blocks away from where he lived previously. His friends name was Nick and they had known each other since high school and later to be part of the same neo nazi group. Paul grew close to Nick once they had started teaming up on small tasks done for the gang. They were real good and rarely ever got caught except for a few instances when they did and it was for breaking and entering, assault, and arsonry. His rap sheet began to grow and he caused themselves a closer watch by opposing forces. Turning 21 Paul began dealing drugs and Nick was the watchman for the cops. All was going great until one day a driveby from unknown sources at the time killed Nick and left paul with minor injuries. The shock was too much and it dealt a major blow to Paul. He lost his best friend and was hurt by the loss so much he went to find out from the cops that the shooters were the same gang he was a part of for 5 years. They weren't all caught except for 2 which were just low on the command chain. They confessed to not liking that Nick and Paul were dealing drugs and it tainted the gang's rep. Once Paul was treated and discharged he was sent to jail for being caught with ounces of coke and a pound of marijuana the day Nick was killed.

While Paul was in jail for a week his Mother and Father had been killed by a home invasion done by the Neo Nazi gang who was apparently out to get Paul. Paul found out about the murders once he was out of jail. The news came quick once he read the small note on his apartment door. The note read "Trying to clean up alittle. Your parents needed alittle scrub so we paid them a visit." After running to his parents house he had found them both on the floor with multiple gun shot wounds to their head and torso. Paul dialed 911 and left the scene not wanting anything to do with the cops. The call was anonymous but the memory was clearly never forgotten. The rage he built up inside was mounting to it's peak. At 21 he moved out and hid in his sisters cellar which worked out until he was 23 and finally came up with a formulated plan. The plan was to get back at these bastards who betrayed him. He planned on calling the leader who was called Tommy and confront him in an abandoned warehouse a few blocks away. Tommy agreed to it and finally the next day it was done. Tommy and 4 other guys came to the warehouse and foolishly stood near the wall ready to come in when suddenly a hail of bullets hit them and left a pool of blood on the ground. One tried to escape but was hammered on the head once he was found a few minutes after hiding in an oil barrel. The cause of this crime was Paul. He had borrowed two handguns from his old friend Danny and carried out the task.

Paul was a hunted man after this as the gunshots were heard across some of the nearby neighborhoods. The cops arrived 10 or so minutes later but Paul was already gone from the scene. A manhunt was placed on him once the evidence piled up and pointed it's fingers to him. He had to escape town and at 23 years old he ran out of hiding places once his siter's home was searched for. He had to leave Boston and go elsewhere so He packed up what little of clothes he had left and ran for a train where he stowed away in one of the train cars. His destination was unknown but as long as it was away from his past.