An old face was spotted wandering the streets, some knew his ancestry line as one of Skorpeon. He wandered around the streets of New York observing how things were running in the current state of the community. As he noticed tons of new faces and he didn't really know anyone, he kept to himself and continued to wander.

"This thing of ours as one used to call it, is definitely different than the olden days. The old days in which my forefathers used to tell me about. It seemed nothing like what I can see now. Since I don't know much about what is going on now and the ancestry ties of these mafiosi now, I can't say if it's for the better or worse, but I am sure I will shortly find out."
 

Hellboy takes a quiet saunter down the street, appreciating the sweet smell of pollution as he lights a cigar. He takes two great puffs then threw the cigar away realizing that he had too much for the day. A few more steps and he paused, his eyes focused on a man who was seemingly talking to himself, it made his day.

"I guess i've strolled far enough, it's time to go home" ​​​​​​but he was bad at directions and can't remember his way home so he decided to take a cab, He stood next to the man as he waits for his ride.

He nods at the man. "Hello there budd, such a nice day isn't it? I'm Hellboy", he said to the man as he extends his arm for a fist bump

"To your question Mr. Gato. My fathers passed on and I decided to take on other endeavors. However, the stories he once told were appealing and it seemed to draw me back to this community."
He said in response to CristianGato.

"Well, Mr. Gato. I am looking to make a new name for myself and my ancestry. I want to oppertunity to lead and showcase my talents so to speak. I know everyone has their naysayers and as you can see from the comments of little old TheNoid, They are coming out of the woodwork already. I am ready to put them to bed." he said.

"I will probably join a family with the understanding that I would like to lead at some point, to be honest" he said.

"As I rank up I will be loyal and donate as much as possible" he continued.

Fist was wondering down the street when he thought he recognized someone he once new.  Could it really be the bloodline of Skorpeon?  He decided to find out.  As he was crossing the street Fist just about got hit by a car.   He kicked in the air in hopes to hit the guys rear bumper as he past.

"Get the fuck out of here you crazy ass shit driver!  GUH!  People these days!"

Fist shaking his fist in the air like a crazy man as he continued across the street towards the man speaking.  As he approached he was almost sure it was the son of Skorpeon.

"Greetings young sir and welcome to these streets.  I knew your father.  Sure he made some mistakes.  However you're surely not you're father are you? No, you're not are you...Well then sir I wish you the best of luck and the most of success in this world.  As much as it's changed, Indeed."

He walks off down the road whistling an off toned tune.

Dusty had been standing nearby watching the interactions happening. She caught a few words from one in particular.

Excuse me, TheNoid is it? I think your bloodlining views really have no place. Until Skorpeonn begins acting the way you claim his ancestors do I really don't see the point of the negativity. I mean a lot of lines that were formerly disliked have become successful so why should we not allow this young man his chance as well?

To be fair JaxTeller, I know that people can change. I experience it first hand. So if you wish to be pessimistic then so be it. Won't change my thoughts that people can change if they are willing to.

"jaxteller, everyone is entitled to their own opinions. It is sad that I haven't even been around for two days and I am already being made an outcast by some people in this community." he said.

I think we've seen enough from JaxTeller to know for certain that he's going to remain decidedly pessimistic.

To be this negative all the time about everything, forget about his glass being half empty, that thing has got to be filled to the brim with piss. 

"I don't come to the streets often. My bloodline has never been a great speaker, but seeing all this negativity I couldn't help but come out here.

In this age, chances are given to those who want to broaden themselves in all aspects. This is something there has been a lack of over recent times.

Skorpeonn, I know that my crew leader will not judge you on your bloodline, nor will I.  Chances are here for everyone including you.  We have space for someone like you who wishes to do something great, and be a part of this community to help it grow even more than it already has.

I would be honoured to be a part of your vision, and invite you to begin your long journey here with us, regardless of what people may think of your bloodline, or even me for wanting to help you achieve this.  People may already have opinions on you based on your bloodline, I personally couldn't care what your bloodline has or hasn't done, for you are not your father.

Should you wish to proceed with your vision, Summerlin will have a spot for you.  I will leave you to think over this, and should you choose to wander elsewhere, I wish you the best for the future."

PresidentDonaldTrump was reading the newspaper while enjoying his double espresso outside of his favourite cafe when he heard some guys talking down on a young lad down the street that just got fresh of the boat.

Just as he was about to put down his newspaper to walk over there to give them a piece of his mind, he heard a familiar voice stepping in.
After hearing Mr green say his piece he didn't see any reason to make the walk over there to say what's already been said, so he ordered another double espresso...