KingIrick
It had been a while since I’d been back in the US. Next step, the notorious Fido ruthless muscle of the Fiendish Five. What he lacked in brains, he definitely made up for in brawn. Turns out he wasn’t always that way. He grew up as the run of the litter, the neighborhood weakling. The only friends he could turn to were usually found in the big screen. It was there that he spotted his first gangster, and he knew instantly that that’s what he wanted to be. He spent the rest of his youth working real hard to get there, fueled on his dreams of great power and respect. With enough perspiration, he realized that dream. He’d become a hard boiled, street brawling, toughest nails gangster, ensuring that he never be picked on or pushed around again. So he’s hold up in Mesa City huh? I’ve always wanted to go to that thriving American boomtown.