It was the year 1930 something and there was a new man about town that had been on the lips of every woman and otherwise in the six cities of America that anyone really cared about. Not since Daddy Cream had there been an explosion of pure arousal to hit the scene, and Revan the hunk knew exactly what was one everyone's minds. "How did that guy get so ridiculously good looking?"

You would be lead to believe that having so many people completely and utterly infatuated with you would be a positive, but in reality it was the curse of a lifetime. No one took the man seriously, and he knew it wasn't his nonchalant attitude or lack of knowledge on many subjects that ranged from math to mathematics; no, it was because when people saw his chiseled jawline and powerful physique that they assumed right off the bat that he was just another pretty face.

"and while my face is very pretty, you see, this is why I need to get rid of this... this... blatant curse. Can you help me?"

The man looked Revan up and down and wistfully shook his head no. "To un-craft such perfection would be an affront to God. I am sorry, but I simply cannot help you. You'll need to find somebody else." with these words dancing around in his mind, the Hunk became quite incredibly angry but held it deep inside. This was the fourth person to turn him down now, and the last one on his list that could possibly do anything to get rid of such a terrible and deeply rooted curse.

"What am I going to do?"

With those words it was cemented-- there would be no other options. He would need to take matters into his own hands and do what every American would soon follow in his footsteps with; he would eat the hunk right out of him. Hitting up restaurants and bars one after the other, he put on pounds over the next few months and yet still when he looked into the mirror with horror he exclaimed.

"I'm still a fucking hunk!", slapping his belly he sighed and decided that no matter what that he was cursed to be ridiculously good looking. Maybe that offer he had from the shady man who claimed he was in the mafia was something he should seriously look into? While normal folks would never understand such a hunk, maybe those who employ powerful silent types would be happy with him.

So off he went, to join the American mafia as all hunks eventually do.