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an explosion withheld inside a single room

because sometimes you just need to use force

Created on 2007-06-28 05:59:20 (#13261680), never updated

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Name:	Willow Prince

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if i lied you'd know it instantly so i just had to look away

Character Name: Willow Prince.

Character Age: Twenty-six.

Character Faction:

mafia_monday; the leader and founder, in fact.

all the honesty i've ever lost, i can't begin to even curse

Willow looks like the average guy, doesn’t he? Not like the mafia brat he is, not at all. That frown plastered on his face doesn’t tell you half about what’s inside, though, not much at all. He’s more like a bundle of dynamite in a room full of open flames; one wrong move could light a fuse, hissing towards the red sticks and then there’ll be no escaping the explosion that follows afterwards if you’re not careful enough to put out that little spark. Not many are quick or careful enough to do just that, instead fueling the fires in that room so that it’s easier to create that boom. Willow isn’t the kind of guy you want to screw around with, because then you’d be playing with fire and who says you aren’t going to get burned?

And once you’ve gotten on his bad side, there’s almost no getting off of it. (Especially if he’s known you for a while-- ahem.)

He’s a storehouse of emotions, crying, getting angry and throwing other little tantrums without restraint-- incredibly immature for someone his age, and yeah, the kid knows that. (But you’re better off just not saying anything like that to his face.) Also, he’s as stubborn as an ox and has some sort of affixation on this pride of his; that said, he’s a little insecure and maybe little Willow’s just trying to cover that up with his tantrums. Who knows? Unpredictable as a tropical storm, he might be predictable in that unpredictably and can never hold a poker face for long. Easy to read, that kid-- incredibly easy to read.

Oh, yeah, better tell you now-- don’t comment on his name, yeah? It’s unisex, apparently, not a girl’s name.

i never knew the taste of blood till now, it's clear i never should have known

• → Born into a crimescene family-- yakuza, mafia, whatever.

• → Grows up just as expected, yup, learning all the things someone in his family might learn.

• → He develops a strong rivalry with the slightly older son of one of his parent’s friends-- those friends just so happening to live next door.

• → Dante, that rival of his, continually bests him in nearly everything he tries his hardest in and pushes him to develop those insecurities of his, that inferiority-- Willow starts to hate Dante and in the years to come it doesn’t let up.

• → The life of a family connected to the mob is a dangerous one, and Willow’s family is no exception-- with their being at the top of the place and all, it makes it all the more risky. When they’re killed in their beds one night, Willow isn’t home. He’s out with friends, girls, having his own brand of destructive fun with spraypaint and cherry bombs, fireworks and booze. But they’re waiting for him when he stumbles into the doorway, and it’s only by a stroke of luck that he got away with only a few grazes.

• → He shows up at a friend’s house and the police are notified-- Willow doesn’t remember most of that night, just that smell of expensive cigars his parents didn’t smoke and the pain when the bullet grazed his shoulder and how scared he was.

• → Years pass, soon after the incident Willow dyes his blonde hair black, grows it out and he takes on a new last name; Prince. (Obviously he couldn’t just try to go on living like he had-- whoever was there that night would realize the job wasn’t done all the way through.) He had just picked it from a list of common names, but soon the irony sank in-- he’d never be king, but god willing he’d at least try and get somewhere aside from the bottom of the tank. But he doesn’t.

• → Through all of that, just living like any other person in the city, he’s no one and he hears how that rival from so many years ago is the head of that mafia he lost all association with when his parents died and that sets something inside of him off-- that first domino knocked over. Hearing of Dante’s success while he’s never set foot inside of a university, while he’s flipping burgers or serving tables as his day job lights the fuse, starts it hissing and spitting like an animal; it makes him want to be better at something Dante does just once. It makes him indescribably angry, he wants to start a group all on his own that will be ten times better and it’s so childish, he knows this, but the feeling of inferiority doesn’t leave him even for a second. So he tries to make it.

• → It takes a few months to refer enough members into the Mafia Monday (because everyone hates Monday, and anyone fucking around with them would soon hate Monday even more-- it made perfect sense to Willow, as any sort of murderous activity they’d do would happen on such a day,) to do jack shit around the island and when they finally do get enough, the first thing Willow does is get a goddamn fabulous party going. Drugs, alcohol, girls-- all stuck right there in one of those abandoned warehouses way over west, in the industrialized areas of town where no one is likely to find the place until it’s morning and all that’s left of their fun is a bunch of dirty condoms and used needles. That’s how their reputation is set in stone, too.

• → That’s also how Willow gets himself so many followers-- with that gratification, pleasure-only lifestyle promised for a few little sacrifices here and there, MM attracted a nice little crowd. And his game plans hadn’t gotten too many killed in the past, either, so with their safety almost ensured, people were drawn to the group. But quantity doesn’t always mean quality and Willow is oh so aware of this fact. Maybe just because he has a more fun group than the one he was involved in by birth so many years ago, doesn’t mean its better. (But god willing, he’d make it so.)

• → And of course, currently he’s still the leader of that alternative criminal group, still alive and kicking if not more wanted than almost anyone else. And maybe he shouldn’t be as angry about that as he is.

breathing fire was never this much fun, there's a dark side in us all

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