This guy is a level or two up from the Petty Crook. He’s not just one ingredient floating in the rich stew of the criminal underclass, he’s part of the basic stock in which everyone else simmers. Maybe he’s old-style Italian mob, or Russian Mafiya, or has connections to the Mexican Zetas, or is your town’s Stringer Bell. Whatever his organization is, it’s… well… organized.
He probably made his bones back when he was a dumb 20-year-old, but now he’s in his mid-forties, sleek and well-dressed, with a personal trainer to help him keep some of the muscles he put on doing his five years in the state pen. He doesn’t kill or injure anyone anymore, he has people for that.
This is the guy you go to if you need to fence stolen art treasures or buy military grade gear in bulk. He’s also the guy who hates witches and strigoi and curanderos and all that other weird shit. He’s not a skeptic, he’s a thaumophobe. Anyone who comes to him with a paranormal agenda sees him nod, and smile, and plot their downfall.
HELPLESSNESS 4 Hard
ISOLATION 4 Hard
SELF 3 Hard
UNNATURAL 2 Hard
VIOLENCE 6 Hard
Wound Threshold: 50
I’m Mobbed Up, of course I can skip the line at any place that serves food or drink, get you some fun young people to party with, source a safecracker.
Substitutes for: Lie.
Feature: Substitutes for Status.
Feature: Coerces Violence.