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66 (died at 54)-54lbs-7"0-Male
Raidar Devilo Cadenza was a wise yet ruthless Mafia Don for the Devil's Advocates.
Most of the public describes him as "Intimidating," and how couldn't they? His goal is to rule through fear of the entire city, he WANTED to seem untouchable. To an extent, he was; who in their right mind was going to try and harm a 7ft mafia don (spoiler alert, more that you'd think)?! He seems well put together, yet unpredictable, albeit forgetful. No one was immune to his reach. People often even called him names like "The
Pugno di ferro (Iron fist in Italian) and "Roman Stalin" (the latter especially after 1991 when the USSR and the Advocates both collapsed).
Despite this all, he does seem to have a heart somewhere in there. When you get to know the guy, he's actually almost like a goofy dad of sorts. He's empathetic to his made-men when not doing his job, joking around, telling stories from when he was in Italy. He's also the same way to his family, despite being single with no children of his own, and the rest of his family didn't like him, with the exception of his nephew from his youngest sister, who he treated like a son (and probably raided him a bit better than his sister raised him...oops)
Background:
Pre Advocate Era/Italian Era
Born in 1929 in Palermo, Italy, he grew up in the middle of the Great Depression. His family wasn't well off financially, which alarmed his parents. This lead them to go into....desperate measures....
The amount of kids weren't helping either; 4 years after Raidar his brother Compis was born, and another 4 years came his sister Gwendolyn. He was taught to behave; to not act out of line, however, it was quite hypocritical seeing what the parents were doing. His brother often rough housed the both of them, while Gwendolyn often snitched. All the while Raidar sat there, trying to compute their situation.
This only grew when he decided that it would be more beneficial if he dug himself his own path instead of the medical degree his parents wanted him to get, and he became a detective in 1952, and while he was decent at the job, he felt something in him. He watched the criminals at play sometimes, like he did Compis (who at this point had gotten himself together and moved to the US for an oil company), but this time his own curiosity and some in his inner circle got the best of him. Slowly but surly, he did some robberies and scams on the down low, which soon, grew to the framework of a gang, or perhaps, something even greater...
From recommendation of a few people (one of them being Frost), he decided to move locations. His already wealthy brother ended up being able to move his siblings, unknowing of the schemes that ended up birthing their new city's very own crime family...
Early Advocate era/Golden Era
In 31 years of age, he'd ended up founding and leading the new city mafia, rapidly growing in power, in which soon coined the name "The Devil's Advocate." In this time, he'd make some of the largest scams known to the city, like the and . He was known to be brutal with the enemies of the family, in which in itself was also only growing. It has been said that some's pinkie fingers had been cut as an initiation. That was only one of the rumors. He'd also soon see his wealth score past what he'd ever think was possible.
This wasn't all glory and honor, however; he'd seen some of the most violent acts he'd seen in his life, to the point where he was numbed by it. Many people had attempted to take him out. His sister, who was pregnant in Sacramento, grew a hatred for him, saying he was a trader. Though, shockingly enough, he'd gotten to see her son when he was born in 1966. Through sneaking out and in, he had gotten to get really close with his nephew, almost like a father. It had gotten to a point where eventually, he'd be able to save him a spot in the Advocates when him and his new wife were in a financial rut.
Middle Advocate era/ Downfall
In the midst of all of this, there had been a problem. Upon arriving to the U.S., his diet contained crazy levels of salt. He gained a smoking addiction. Not to mention how much stress he'd be hiding from the public to keep his image. This harmed his body, and harmed his brain, and soon enough, he started to become far more forgetful of his surroundings, until the point where some members had began to worry. He was soon diagnosed with Alzheimer's disease, 2 years before his nephew joined the mafia. He had then realized his limited time and had promised to keep his rule of an iron fist until he was decomposed; it was his creation and he wasn't to have it go anywhere as long as he's around. This proved to be far more difficult than expected...
The news eventually became public conversation, and it was staring to interfere with his work. He wondered when things would get better, he became confused and lost. He felt as if he was missing something, which only grew each time, as his life fell apart. He began to see that anything he did he wouldn't remember in due time. He had started to fear, fear the uncertain yet certain fate of his. His future was more set than his present, and his past was beginning to chip away ta him. He eventually stated to be scared of his own home, losing his family, losing track of time, losing his own self, yet an underlay of familiarity. It could have driven him mad.
But one thing he knew was that he cant be driven mad, not at that moment. Even in this state, he can sense something was dearly wrong with his nephew. The kid needed help of his own. Raidar remained as strong as he can, tried to approach his sister, yet Gwen had told him to essentially fuck off of her and her family problems.
Even then, soon, he'd forget this. He'd forget to stay strong, he cried and yelled in his room, isolating himself in a hospital bed. He couldn't do everyday activities, he couldn't recall where his family was, both families. His childhood simply never existed, yet he swears it did. He even began to grow delusional. The advocates tried to remain calm and tried to help him, yet mafia men don't make good caretakers. They tried to get a caretaker, yet they were too scared to handle the iron fist. Members began to debate if he should even be in a leading position, and eventually they had to have his nephew and body guard keep the mafia in check temporarily.
...One day, Mettie walked into his hospital bed at , tears were in his eyes but he held it back, putting a smile in his face, greeting his uncle as he walked in.
"Who...are you...?"
....He died a few hours later in 1983. His cause of death was Dementia. The funeral was held a month later, his departure shaking the city.
His nephew took the spot as the Don by the end of the year...
Fun Facts:
-To be clear; he. SUCKS. at English. Spelling is an ass, he's likely to slip up on a word or two from a book, and his accent is nice and heavy
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Misc:
-Theme song: Musical 1
-Battle theme:
-Lawful Evil
