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| Name: BigFatTommy |  | |
| Rank: Unknown * | ||
| Level: 35 | ||
| Status: Dead | ||
| Home City: Downtown, LA | ||
| Wealth: Dirt Poor | ||
| Start Date: Jul 06, '16 12:50:10 | ||
| Last Active: Sep 07, '16 19:02 | ||
| Messages Sent: 545 | ||
| Threads / Posts: 3 / 119 (View Activity) | ||
<3L'ordine dei Ladri Reali<3A Division OfThe Fugitives.Associate of The Cuckoo's Nest(A short run, my green mile)
Had a great run with a lot of great people. I am sorry to those that I said that I would protect, I gave it my best. Ill see you all on the other side.
I am not pickpocket friendly, if I catch yous with your dirty hands in my pocket, I'll give yous a good Detroit beat down. Capisce? Now onto the good stuff, if you want to RP with me, im always interested. Message me and we can set something up in the forum
This is a bit of a theme song for Tommy. If given the ability I would autoplay it, feel free to play it while your read my profile, it fits it very well.
In Remembrance:
Who the fuck am I? Good Question.
Angry, alcoholic father, and a dead mother; no brothers and no sisters. Fucking stale bread, oatmeal, and a leaky roof; ratty clothes, mean fucking temper, and bed bugs. This is what made me who I am today. I grew up hard, real hard, and no surprise, I got hard. I was the kid who beat you up for your lunch, who broke your nose because you weren't big like me. I was the kid who hurt people because pain was all I knew. My dad was an immigrant, and a poor one, he worked at the docks unloading freight. My momma died when I was real little, Dad never told me how, Dad didn't talk a whole lot. He was a mean bastard, but he never let me starve, he made sure i had clothes and the mean fuck slept on the floor while I had a bed. I guess I didn't appreciate it, because he knocked me around every once in a while. My father is my biggest regret, the man sacrificed for me, and I never saw it. He didn't deserve to be the first man I ever killed. Murder. Its a crazy thing. They say that when you kill someone its supposed to eat you up, your supposed to throw up and get the shakes. I guess i aint that type of fella, I was a natural. It was when my real life started, I was 16 in a land of opportunity, and willing to do whatever I needed to do to make it work. Violence was my answer, I fought underground for money, I fought in bare knuckle boxing for money, I bounced in bars for money, and I even robbed people in alleys for money. As you can tell by now, Im a real piece of work, it gets better. Detroit was full of thugs like me, but there were bigger people too. I grew up in a dirt hole, with nothin, I had an appetite, a hunger for money and power. I didn't want to do petty fights and muggings for the rest of my life, I wanted respect, I wanted to be somebody. So I reached out to the local mafia, I started to do small jobs. They didn't trust me yet. Can you blame em, I didn't fucking trust me. Nowadays I'm somebody, a mean fucker with a bad attitude, but respect. I wear 500$ shoes, nice and polished, that I won't hesitate to kick a mother fuckers face in with. I got nice suits, tailored, and I ain't afraid to get blood on em. I'm 6'5 and 350 lbs of asshole, but you get on my good side, and i'll take bullets for you. My family is my family. You fuck with any of them, and your fucking with me. My name is Big Fat Tommy, and you do NOT want to fuck with me.
Special Thanks to Arizona, Zowie, Benny, SCPO and JeffWinger. I appreciate everything that all of you have done to teach me the ropes, and welcome me into the family. If you need me, I will always be your guy.
Got your backs too:
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