Post by jmouse on Oct 6, 2006 22:31:29 GMT -5
Name: Dario Augusto Giordana
Nickname: Darren
Character Persona: Jeff Timmons
Age: 27
Birthday: 13 November 1978
Eye Color: Gray Blue
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Height: 5 10
Weight: 169 lbs
Ethnicity: Italian
Nationality: American
Profession: Animator for AKA(Animators Kick Ass)/KCMO PD -Squad 98
Colleagues/Boss: Armond Liverspoon, (warlock), Paul Sherbert, (necro), Jiggs Parks (animator), Boss: Keith Peterson, (necro), Pamela Buffon, (secr.), Dawson Tempson(sec/rookie)
Allergies: Sea Food
Favorite Foods: Pasta, Lamb Gyros, Feta Cheese
Hated Foods: Pork and Caramel
Hobbies: Swimming, playing guitar, reading, taking care of his family.
Pets: Napoleon, a runt grey kitten.
Family:
Grandmother: Maricella
Mother: Dorotea
Father: Cristiano
Siblings: Clara (36), Catarina(35), Dino(33), Cecilia (31), Clio (28), Celeste (15)
Apartment: 1 block from parents house, called New Mark apartments, in KCMO.
Quirks: Nervous Eye Twitch
Appearance: Button up shirts, no tie, slacks and shined shoes while on the job, off of the job, wife beaters, vintage t-shirts, jeans and cargo pants, with black boots.
Vehicle: Black 2000 Ford F-150, dual cab
Fav. Color: Ocean Blue
Fav Scents: Homemade anything and Sea Salt
Fav. Music: Rock and Roll, Latin hymns in church and Salsa.
Motto: The first step to getting what you want out of life is to decide what you want.
College Attended: UCLA, degree in Language Studies.
Phobia: Fear of losing his hearing or sight
Languages Spoken: Italian, Latin, Greek, Spanish, Portuguese, English, and French.
Weapons carried: Ritual knives and other items in a black suitcase used for raising the zombies, ankle sheathed daggers and twin silver platted 45s.
Scars/Birthmarks: Scars up and down his arms, a small slash at his left earlobe.
Tattoos/Piercings: 98 on his shoulder, for his crew, tongue pierced.
Jewelry worn: Grandfathers cross on his necklace.
Fetishes: Girls with tattoos and piercings.
Everyone always says lets start simple, well you know, there is nothing simple about my family, so lets not start there, or we wont get anywhere. My family consists of 22, just my immediate family by the way, and in around 7 months, 23.
It all started back in Italy where my grandmother, Maricella met my grandfather, Manchenzo. Both of them came from large families, but I really dont want to get into great uncles at this time. Manchenzo worked as a carpenter for a small family, making mostly fishing boats, tables and chairs. Over the years Maricella and Manchenzo became very close, and wanted the family, though no matter how hard they tried, they could never get pregnant. Then the day came when Cristiano was conceived then eventually born. This brought great joy back into their lives. Cristiano ended up taking up the family business, of course, and then when he was old enough, and well smarter then Manchenzo, he bought out a small hole in the wall place, and named it Giordannas. Having been brought up in a strict Catholic environment, Cristiano was told as a young boy to marry the first woman who was deemed worthy of his seed, true story, and have many babies with her. Well, Cristiano, being how picky he was, waited until he was twenty seven, and yes, Manchenzo and Maricella had almost given up, after all, he was old. Cristiano met a beautiful young girl, who at the time was only 15, going to be 16, at the time he impregnated her, my eldest sister Clara had arrived.
Dorotea was very young, and had hips of a true Italian woman, or so my grandmother always told her, then again, she just hoped for more grand babies. Her wish was granted 6 more times after Clara, 5 girls and 2 boys.
Clara from the start was the brightest, most successful, and of course, the leader of the group, as she really had no choice. So lets carry the story along and simply list them for now, as later on I will know more about them, but in this early of a story, Im not here yet. So it went for 11 years, Clara, Catarina, Dino, Cecilia, Clio, then me, Dario. For those of you who can count, you will see that there are only six children as of yet, and yes, I will explain, just slow down and give me some time.
Anyways, life was rather simple, I went to school, got picked on all of the time due to the fact that I was the baby of the house, but then again, I got all of the attention, got away with more things, and all in all had more fun. When I turned seven, my grandfather passed away, which til this day still haunts me, as he will forever be by my side, my best friend for life. I, being the closest, was given his cross necklace, that to this day I have never taken off, as well as his pocket watch. The batteries are dead, but that is no bother to me, as it sits on my nightstand. The sorrow was serrated through this family harder then any I had seen before, and it was a time for change.
America, it was seen as the promised land, the best land, prosperous, full of opportunity and hope, so we went. Packing up our lives, recipes, and all of the family, including Marmi, which is my nickname for my grandma; for all of you math majors that is 9 people, and left for America. The hardest part of this feat was the fact that we all had to get our citizenship, which has just lately come in, but no need to spread that little known fact around. Anyways, the eldest child was now 15, and American boys were, lets just say, something that appealed to her, as they seemed to drool on her. School was rather easy, I remember this, after all, by the age of seven I spoke Italian, English, Spanish, Greek and Portuguese, I had to wait until college to learn French, go figure, I came from another country yet I still had to take a foreign language.
My father kept his store alive, having them ship over his supplies, buying out a small hole in the wall shop within Los Angeles California, still keeping the original name. Ads were put out in the paper for jobs, which were filled rather quickly and once again we had some money coming in, but not as much as we could have.
My whole ordeal in this mess happened rather easily, I went to school, decided that I wanted to be a cop, where as my brother, the one they proclaimed the perfect son, decided he wanted to be in a gang. Its one thing to be in a profitable position, but going around and shooting others because they like red to me, is just stupidity, but in any case, I did very well in school, straight As thank you very much, which bought me a place at UCLA later on. However, before we get to that, this is where the 7th child comes around, yes, my baby sister, Celeste. Celeste was a miracle baby as they called her, but I know what it was, a last ditch at another son, because by now, it was readily found out that I was lets call it, capable of raising the dead, nothing too odd or special right? Ok no wrong. My parents freaked out, mostly because I did it in front of their eyes, for some reason I knew that little kid across the street was going to get hit, it was just obvious, and I saw the way his mother cried all day long, and well, I went to the funeral, and I just had to know why he did it. I dont want to tell you that I practiced on a few people before, and yes, it hurt to cut myself, but it was even more frightening to see these people sit up and talk, and that I could control them, oh yeah, it was well just odd. My parents that day saw me ask the kid, even though I thought they had all gone, damn snoopers, no privacy in a large family, but at the same time they were, proud, yeah thats a good enough word I suppose. I continued to train myself, harness this energy that I felt, and use it to good use, though kept it a secret within the family.
I graduated from UCLA with a degree in Language Studies at the age of 21, yes I know its early, but I am a bright student, then it was off to the LAPD. When they found out about my gifts, some where scared of me, most wanted me off of the field, but one group took me in willingly, the A.K.A. (Animators Kick Ass.) This group was made up of about ten employees, who went out on special missions, or held contracts and depending on what the victims family wanted, they would perform de-groundings, as I like to call them. Many times it was legal disputes, sometimes we performed these rituals to find out if someone was murdered or if it were suicide, or sometimes I swear it was just for the fun of the relative. I hated doing them during any Friday the 13ths, or Halloween, most of the time I would simply take those nights off and enjoy myself. My new family was striking me up to be a bright young chap, well, thats what my best friend, Armand Liverspoon, called me. He is from England, who would have thought. The others in my crew are decent enough guys, and will come more so later on in the story.
By this time my brother had wised up some, but now he had 4 kids, out of wedlock, but because they were all boys it made it all better in my fathers eyes. My sister Clara and Catarina both went to UCSB, Santa Barbara, on full rides, thank God, because my father would never be able to afford it since he was now helping to support his grandchildren as well. All through high school all Cecelia wanted to do was write, so she spent many hours alone in the shared girls room, writing until her hands scabbed and bled. Clio ended up finding the so called trashier part of LA, and a new found love for sex. Clio dyed her hair blonde, painted her nails racy colors, and put on the whole aisle of make up in only an hours time each morning, oh God I hated waiting for the bathroom. Celeste was trying to be a carbon copy of me, which I found endearing as she was only 12, but at the same time I worried about her most, after all, she is my baby sister.
The day that would change our lives, at least location, was when my crew had to pack up and move to the Midwest. Now, I would understand if they said east coast, Texas even or maybe Washington, but Kansas City Missouri? It sounded too much like misery to me, but I went because it was my duty. Celeste begged to come too, but she had just started her schooling again, and I wasnt ready to have to take care of a child on my own, although I was helping out with my brothers and both of my older sisters children by now. Finally, about a week before I was to leave, the whole family had a meeting, well more so of a feast, celebrating my new job raise to come and the adventure ahead. My parents and grandmother set us down and declared that we were all going whether we wanted to or not. This was two weeks after Clara and Catarina were married, their husbands were best friends and needless to say, Catarina picked the wrong one.
I had mixed feelings about making my family move, but, if they wanted to go, I wasnt going to stop them. Words come to mind that I have read somewhere before,"Call it a clan, call it a network, call it a tribe, call it a family. Whatever you call it, whoever you are, you need one." Which is true in all aspects, family is forever.
The move was easier then before, Cristiano kept his business, my mother and grandmother still bickered on whos cooking was the best, personally I love mi marmis just my preference, and my brothers and sisters were all tangled up in emotions. When arriving there I decided I wanted my own place, so I applied for an apartment just one block from the house my parents decided on, on my own at last at the age of 23.
Three years passed by rather quickly, my crew and I have done more up-rooting then a damn tree doctor, but I love my job and wouldnt trade it for the world. Of course Im still learning everyday, which is a good thing or what else is there to live for? Now you may ask what my family is up to? Well lets see¦
Mi Marmi lives with papa, mama, and Celeste, who is now fifteen, and yes, I feel very very old. She met some very intelligent kid, or so she says, and well, now she is pregnant, only 2 months along, but, sooner or later she will have to fess up, and for her sake, I hope its a boy. My hope is that she finds herself soon, before she turns into something she regrets.
My fathers business is flourishing, and with the little help he gets from Dino, it seems to be making him happy, so Im guessing that is alright. Dino sees his boys every so often, pretty much whenever he can arrange for the girls to not see each other, the whole not liking to see each other or the babies, I dont blame them a bit, but I would one day love to see a good catfight with Dino right in the middle of it getting the shit beat out of him, but on to someone else as I could rant about him all day long and Im sure by now your begging for me to shut up already, and soon, I promise.
Clara decided to become a lawyer and works in a firm in downtown KCMO. She put many criminals away, works long hours, which is where her husband Josh Batimsa comes in. Josh gets to take care of their three children, two girls and a boy, the eldest is right around Celestes age, goodie for them right?
Catarina didnt pick the right friend remember I told you that, well, they stayed married for 3 years, and had five children, a pair of twins and three singles before they decided to call it quits. Catarina is a nurse who works at KU Med Center and often gets free after school babysitting, which is basically a large room with arts and crafts spewed everywhere, a tv, and a couple of teens in high school watching them, great program I tell ya.
Cecilia is an independent writer, she writes under the name of Rose Hardly, dont ask, I try not to understand her as she is always in her own little world, and thats fine, thats my crazy odd sister. Cecilia lives with Dino, sorry had to mention him again, because she feels thats moving out of our parents house, to which I answer, your insane, but whatever makes her happy right?
Last but not least, my daring, very beautiful, now red-headed sometimes blonde sister Clio. Clio decided that she liked sex, and well, her body, and with a mixture like that, she could only think of one thing to do, become a porn star. That is where I stepped in, knocked her head around some and told her no, so instead, she is working for Playboy. Now guys, I dont know how many of you are in the same boat as me, but I cant look at a Playboy, because I dont know which ones shes in or not in and the whole thing is ruined for me, but again, sacrifices made for her happiness. She can never have kids due to her Uterus being taken out due to Cancer, but that doesnt seem to bother her, not like we dont have enough people as it is.
So there you have it, my family, all 22 almost 23 of us, in full context. My family, now that I lay it out, looks very complex and slightly odd, but then again, who needs a normal family right? Then again what is normal? I will leave you with yet another one of my favorite sayings as I feel its a moral imperative to end on a good note, so here it is“Life is too important to take seriously.
Dario's Double Life: Dario had met up with a few gents a long time ago, and he thought it was all in his past, that criminal side of him, yet no, it was still alive and well, hence his double take of a life. Hacking into major computer systems is his favorite thing to accomplish, not to mention all of the cars he has boosted and covered due to his spotless reputation on the force.
On one particularly cruel night, during a heist, Dario ran into them once more, this time one recognized him, Charlie. Being the rather push over he used to be, they blackmailed him into helping with the job, getting paid minimally, and from then on he was hooked into thier program. A part of him always felt good being a part of the small group, yet knew they were just using him, hence it made him feel odd about it, yet he had no choice, he didnt want to get kicked off the force. For a few years he didnt hear from them and figured they were doing fine on thier own, until now...
Darios Normal Life
Nickname: Darren
Character Persona: Jeff Timmons
Age: 27
Birthday: 13 November 1978
Eye Color: Gray Blue
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Height: 5 10
Weight: 169 lbs
Ethnicity: Italian
Nationality: American
Profession: Animator for AKA(Animators Kick Ass)/KCMO PD -Squad 98
Colleagues/Boss: Armond Liverspoon, (warlock), Paul Sherbert, (necro), Jiggs Parks (animator), Boss: Keith Peterson, (necro), Pamela Buffon, (secr.), Dawson Tempson(sec/rookie)
Allergies: Sea Food
Favorite Foods: Pasta, Lamb Gyros, Feta Cheese
Hated Foods: Pork and Caramel
Hobbies: Swimming, playing guitar, reading, taking care of his family.
Pets: Napoleon, a runt grey kitten.
Family:
Grandmother: Maricella
Mother: Dorotea
Father: Cristiano
Siblings: Clara (36), Catarina(35), Dino(33), Cecilia (31), Clio (28), Celeste (15)
Apartment: 1 block from parents house, called New Mark apartments, in KCMO.
Quirks: Nervous Eye Twitch
Appearance: Button up shirts, no tie, slacks and shined shoes while on the job, off of the job, wife beaters, vintage t-shirts, jeans and cargo pants, with black boots.
Vehicle: Black 2000 Ford F-150, dual cab
Fav. Color: Ocean Blue
Fav Scents: Homemade anything and Sea Salt
Fav. Music: Rock and Roll, Latin hymns in church and Salsa.
Motto: The first step to getting what you want out of life is to decide what you want.
College Attended: UCLA, degree in Language Studies.
Phobia: Fear of losing his hearing or sight
Languages Spoken: Italian, Latin, Greek, Spanish, Portuguese, English, and French.
Weapons carried: Ritual knives and other items in a black suitcase used for raising the zombies, ankle sheathed daggers and twin silver platted 45s.
Scars/Birthmarks: Scars up and down his arms, a small slash at his left earlobe.
Tattoos/Piercings: 98 on his shoulder, for his crew, tongue pierced.
Jewelry worn: Grandfathers cross on his necklace.
Fetishes: Girls with tattoos and piercings.
Everyone always says lets start simple, well you know, there is nothing simple about my family, so lets not start there, or we wont get anywhere. My family consists of 22, just my immediate family by the way, and in around 7 months, 23.
It all started back in Italy where my grandmother, Maricella met my grandfather, Manchenzo. Both of them came from large families, but I really dont want to get into great uncles at this time. Manchenzo worked as a carpenter for a small family, making mostly fishing boats, tables and chairs. Over the years Maricella and Manchenzo became very close, and wanted the family, though no matter how hard they tried, they could never get pregnant. Then the day came when Cristiano was conceived then eventually born. This brought great joy back into their lives. Cristiano ended up taking up the family business, of course, and then when he was old enough, and well smarter then Manchenzo, he bought out a small hole in the wall place, and named it Giordannas. Having been brought up in a strict Catholic environment, Cristiano was told as a young boy to marry the first woman who was deemed worthy of his seed, true story, and have many babies with her. Well, Cristiano, being how picky he was, waited until he was twenty seven, and yes, Manchenzo and Maricella had almost given up, after all, he was old. Cristiano met a beautiful young girl, who at the time was only 15, going to be 16, at the time he impregnated her, my eldest sister Clara had arrived.
Dorotea was very young, and had hips of a true Italian woman, or so my grandmother always told her, then again, she just hoped for more grand babies. Her wish was granted 6 more times after Clara, 5 girls and 2 boys.
Clara from the start was the brightest, most successful, and of course, the leader of the group, as she really had no choice. So lets carry the story along and simply list them for now, as later on I will know more about them, but in this early of a story, Im not here yet. So it went for 11 years, Clara, Catarina, Dino, Cecilia, Clio, then me, Dario. For those of you who can count, you will see that there are only six children as of yet, and yes, I will explain, just slow down and give me some time.
Anyways, life was rather simple, I went to school, got picked on all of the time due to the fact that I was the baby of the house, but then again, I got all of the attention, got away with more things, and all in all had more fun. When I turned seven, my grandfather passed away, which til this day still haunts me, as he will forever be by my side, my best friend for life. I, being the closest, was given his cross necklace, that to this day I have never taken off, as well as his pocket watch. The batteries are dead, but that is no bother to me, as it sits on my nightstand. The sorrow was serrated through this family harder then any I had seen before, and it was a time for change.
America, it was seen as the promised land, the best land, prosperous, full of opportunity and hope, so we went. Packing up our lives, recipes, and all of the family, including Marmi, which is my nickname for my grandma; for all of you math majors that is 9 people, and left for America. The hardest part of this feat was the fact that we all had to get our citizenship, which has just lately come in, but no need to spread that little known fact around. Anyways, the eldest child was now 15, and American boys were, lets just say, something that appealed to her, as they seemed to drool on her. School was rather easy, I remember this, after all, by the age of seven I spoke Italian, English, Spanish, Greek and Portuguese, I had to wait until college to learn French, go figure, I came from another country yet I still had to take a foreign language.
My father kept his store alive, having them ship over his supplies, buying out a small hole in the wall shop within Los Angeles California, still keeping the original name. Ads were put out in the paper for jobs, which were filled rather quickly and once again we had some money coming in, but not as much as we could have.
My whole ordeal in this mess happened rather easily, I went to school, decided that I wanted to be a cop, where as my brother, the one they proclaimed the perfect son, decided he wanted to be in a gang. Its one thing to be in a profitable position, but going around and shooting others because they like red to me, is just stupidity, but in any case, I did very well in school, straight As thank you very much, which bought me a place at UCLA later on. However, before we get to that, this is where the 7th child comes around, yes, my baby sister, Celeste. Celeste was a miracle baby as they called her, but I know what it was, a last ditch at another son, because by now, it was readily found out that I was lets call it, capable of raising the dead, nothing too odd or special right? Ok no wrong. My parents freaked out, mostly because I did it in front of their eyes, for some reason I knew that little kid across the street was going to get hit, it was just obvious, and I saw the way his mother cried all day long, and well, I went to the funeral, and I just had to know why he did it. I dont want to tell you that I practiced on a few people before, and yes, it hurt to cut myself, but it was even more frightening to see these people sit up and talk, and that I could control them, oh yeah, it was well just odd. My parents that day saw me ask the kid, even though I thought they had all gone, damn snoopers, no privacy in a large family, but at the same time they were, proud, yeah thats a good enough word I suppose. I continued to train myself, harness this energy that I felt, and use it to good use, though kept it a secret within the family.
I graduated from UCLA with a degree in Language Studies at the age of 21, yes I know its early, but I am a bright student, then it was off to the LAPD. When they found out about my gifts, some where scared of me, most wanted me off of the field, but one group took me in willingly, the A.K.A. (Animators Kick Ass.) This group was made up of about ten employees, who went out on special missions, or held contracts and depending on what the victims family wanted, they would perform de-groundings, as I like to call them. Many times it was legal disputes, sometimes we performed these rituals to find out if someone was murdered or if it were suicide, or sometimes I swear it was just for the fun of the relative. I hated doing them during any Friday the 13ths, or Halloween, most of the time I would simply take those nights off and enjoy myself. My new family was striking me up to be a bright young chap, well, thats what my best friend, Armand Liverspoon, called me. He is from England, who would have thought. The others in my crew are decent enough guys, and will come more so later on in the story.
By this time my brother had wised up some, but now he had 4 kids, out of wedlock, but because they were all boys it made it all better in my fathers eyes. My sister Clara and Catarina both went to UCSB, Santa Barbara, on full rides, thank God, because my father would never be able to afford it since he was now helping to support his grandchildren as well. All through high school all Cecelia wanted to do was write, so she spent many hours alone in the shared girls room, writing until her hands scabbed and bled. Clio ended up finding the so called trashier part of LA, and a new found love for sex. Clio dyed her hair blonde, painted her nails racy colors, and put on the whole aisle of make up in only an hours time each morning, oh God I hated waiting for the bathroom. Celeste was trying to be a carbon copy of me, which I found endearing as she was only 12, but at the same time I worried about her most, after all, she is my baby sister.
The day that would change our lives, at least location, was when my crew had to pack up and move to the Midwest. Now, I would understand if they said east coast, Texas even or maybe Washington, but Kansas City Missouri? It sounded too much like misery to me, but I went because it was my duty. Celeste begged to come too, but she had just started her schooling again, and I wasnt ready to have to take care of a child on my own, although I was helping out with my brothers and both of my older sisters children by now. Finally, about a week before I was to leave, the whole family had a meeting, well more so of a feast, celebrating my new job raise to come and the adventure ahead. My parents and grandmother set us down and declared that we were all going whether we wanted to or not. This was two weeks after Clara and Catarina were married, their husbands were best friends and needless to say, Catarina picked the wrong one.
I had mixed feelings about making my family move, but, if they wanted to go, I wasnt going to stop them. Words come to mind that I have read somewhere before,"Call it a clan, call it a network, call it a tribe, call it a family. Whatever you call it, whoever you are, you need one." Which is true in all aspects, family is forever.
The move was easier then before, Cristiano kept his business, my mother and grandmother still bickered on whos cooking was the best, personally I love mi marmis just my preference, and my brothers and sisters were all tangled up in emotions. When arriving there I decided I wanted my own place, so I applied for an apartment just one block from the house my parents decided on, on my own at last at the age of 23.
Three years passed by rather quickly, my crew and I have done more up-rooting then a damn tree doctor, but I love my job and wouldnt trade it for the world. Of course Im still learning everyday, which is a good thing or what else is there to live for? Now you may ask what my family is up to? Well lets see¦
Mi Marmi lives with papa, mama, and Celeste, who is now fifteen, and yes, I feel very very old. She met some very intelligent kid, or so she says, and well, now she is pregnant, only 2 months along, but, sooner or later she will have to fess up, and for her sake, I hope its a boy. My hope is that she finds herself soon, before she turns into something she regrets.
My fathers business is flourishing, and with the little help he gets from Dino, it seems to be making him happy, so Im guessing that is alright. Dino sees his boys every so often, pretty much whenever he can arrange for the girls to not see each other, the whole not liking to see each other or the babies, I dont blame them a bit, but I would one day love to see a good catfight with Dino right in the middle of it getting the shit beat out of him, but on to someone else as I could rant about him all day long and Im sure by now your begging for me to shut up already, and soon, I promise.
Clara decided to become a lawyer and works in a firm in downtown KCMO. She put many criminals away, works long hours, which is where her husband Josh Batimsa comes in. Josh gets to take care of their three children, two girls and a boy, the eldest is right around Celestes age, goodie for them right?
Catarina didnt pick the right friend remember I told you that, well, they stayed married for 3 years, and had five children, a pair of twins and three singles before they decided to call it quits. Catarina is a nurse who works at KU Med Center and often gets free after school babysitting, which is basically a large room with arts and crafts spewed everywhere, a tv, and a couple of teens in high school watching them, great program I tell ya.
Cecilia is an independent writer, she writes under the name of Rose Hardly, dont ask, I try not to understand her as she is always in her own little world, and thats fine, thats my crazy odd sister. Cecilia lives with Dino, sorry had to mention him again, because she feels thats moving out of our parents house, to which I answer, your insane, but whatever makes her happy right?
Last but not least, my daring, very beautiful, now red-headed sometimes blonde sister Clio. Clio decided that she liked sex, and well, her body, and with a mixture like that, she could only think of one thing to do, become a porn star. That is where I stepped in, knocked her head around some and told her no, so instead, she is working for Playboy. Now guys, I dont know how many of you are in the same boat as me, but I cant look at a Playboy, because I dont know which ones shes in or not in and the whole thing is ruined for me, but again, sacrifices made for her happiness. She can never have kids due to her Uterus being taken out due to Cancer, but that doesnt seem to bother her, not like we dont have enough people as it is.
So there you have it, my family, all 22 almost 23 of us, in full context. My family, now that I lay it out, looks very complex and slightly odd, but then again, who needs a normal family right? Then again what is normal? I will leave you with yet another one of my favorite sayings as I feel its a moral imperative to end on a good note, so here it is“Life is too important to take seriously.
Dario's Double Life: Dario had met up with a few gents a long time ago, and he thought it was all in his past, that criminal side of him, yet no, it was still alive and well, hence his double take of a life. Hacking into major computer systems is his favorite thing to accomplish, not to mention all of the cars he has boosted and covered due to his spotless reputation on the force.
On one particularly cruel night, during a heist, Dario ran into them once more, this time one recognized him, Charlie. Being the rather push over he used to be, they blackmailed him into helping with the job, getting paid minimally, and from then on he was hooked into thier program. A part of him always felt good being a part of the small group, yet knew they were just using him, hence it made him feel odd about it, yet he had no choice, he didnt want to get kicked off the force. For a few years he didnt hear from them and figured they were doing fine on thier own, until now...
Darios Normal Life