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The city is alive; a sultry woman dressed in diamonds, and sprawled delicatly
across the piano top. Dust rises up from the cold pavement, beneath the trecking
feet of men and women.
Rhythm weaves an unspoken ribbon of mystery, only to electrify the streets come
sun down through dreary threads of poetry written by a sax and trumpet. Yes, I don't think I'd be too bold to say
that Edenburgh is paved with diamonds, and her streets are made of gold...
Especially when you nearly have complete control over her.
Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Thomas Anderson, and I work as an office clerk over on the West Side of town
with a publishing agency. Basically, I do the secretary work: make appointments, attend meetings and scribble what new
ad idea comes forth from the budding creative minds, pretty much mundane and menial work. It pays well though...
..Haha you don't buy that do you. Well you're right then, my name isn't 
Thomas Anderson, nor do I work for an ad agency.
See, there is a Mister Anderson somewhere out there in Edenburg--he was unfortunate enough to leave his wallet
behing at the blues bar down on 53rd street while I was there! Now, I have absolutely no idea if the real Mister Anderson
works at an ad agency, that's just part of hoax with that particular name. Most of the time, actually, pretty much all of the time
it's never second guessed or questioned when I present it--that's just how good I am at conning. It's an art, really, like drawing or writing. A division
of acting, peeling your skin and fitting into someone elses. What masters it though, is being believable, and that my friend
is where my true skills lie.
Who am I really? My name is Constantine Segala; I'm a con man, and the consigliere of G.O.D (you have heard of Mirage Shadowlier right?)--which happens to be the most notorious
mob group in all of Edenburgh.
Welcome to my life.
I work at Davino's...a family-owned Italian restaurant on the northside of Edenburgh. Basically, it's your typical
ethnic restaurant...the owners don't speak english, the ambiance strikes the desire for travel deep inside, (I can't tell
you how many people say they feel like going to Italy while chatting)and everything about the decorum is just charming.
About ninety-nine percent of the employees are italian, sans the bus girl. If I were to assume she were anything, I'd say
Scandanavian or one of those northern European countries. Now, personally, I don't speak a single shred of Italian, but it's always
fun to go off in a tangent of nonsense-tongue, or some other language whenever someone asks me to speak. Everytime I do, I appearently sound legit.
I look like a moron to the other employees yes, but it sounds good.
I make far more than anyone else in the restaurant for a few reasons: I'm adored by the owners, rumor has it I'm to own the restaurant in years to come--they treat me like the son
they never had. (they DO have a son, but, I guess he's into the underground world. Not that I'm not either. Shh) I'm very
charming to the customers, and...haha...I have my own little version of the menu that's about fifty dollars more than the
real prices. Hey...'Davino's only offers the finest ingredients, and we can't help it if their market prices rise!'
I'm an excellent con as we know.
Usually head off in the evening, after working from pre-lunch to dinner. Depending on my mood, I'll go hang out
in the smouldering, jazzy side of the city with a dear friend...conning the dowagers and the young money, or sometimes I'll slink around the
seedier sides of town; however I end up remembering why I'm such a fantastic marathon runner when I'm there. It's not that
I really have to fear for my life around those scums, I've got G.O.D behind me...however I just try not to wear the mob on my sleeve.
Afterall...Mirage Shadowlier is just a myth, right?
I would tell you more about G.O.D, but, I fear I've already said too much. If you insist on hearing more about G.O.D, (honestly, I can't tell you anything...) then feel free to check out this page, but I warn you. Don Shadowlier really isn't the softest fellow out there....for those of you who'd think he was....
Anyways, I'm not a very violent man. In fact, I've been told numerous times that I don't fit into the mob world because I'm
so placid. I mean if you're threatening my life then I'll whip out one of my switch blades, but, asides that I'm more prone
to challenging you to a race (and winning.) Oh yeah ha-ha...I'm a big fan of running for the sport. See, I don't drink or smoke
(because I got into a terrible accident a few years back because of drinking) so I'm in pretty good shape.
I make it a habit to run at least twice a day, whether it be in terror for my life, or recreational purposes. I have a nasty habit of waking up
at the crack of dawn to do it, and in the process awakening everyone I live with. Oops.
Etienne-Bernard Dauterieve
The cajun annoyance. I won't deny it, the kid has his moments where I'd love to give him a nice
slap across the face (or at least steal that fedora and run) but I can never bring myself to do it. Perhaps it's the
mob's rule that Mirage lied down...'never strike one of the angels (we're called G.O.D's angels)'or maybe it's just the fact that
the kid's life is something straight out of a Tennessee Williams play, so any further drama might be bad.
Basically, Etienne clings to me because I'm the nicest of the three of us and I don't mind his antics. Honestly, the kid's the epitome of obnoxious at times--mouthy, insubordinate,
antagonistic, loves getting on Mirage's bad side...but, get past that (and his bad habit of pick pocketing) he's not that bad to be around.
At all. ?
Mirage Shadowlier
Wait...isn't Mirage just a rumor?
The relationship I have with Mr. Shadowlier is indeed a strange one. The man is quite possibly the iciest person to ever breathe,
yet he's rather kind towards me. Of course, I am his consigliere...however it's rather confusing how nice he is to me.
He loathes the cajun, but he's told me on various accounts that 'the gentlemen would be lost without me.' I don't know, doesn't
make much sense from the ice king, but you never know. Maybe the fact I'm such an unusual mobster is what makes me so special?
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