Character profile #2: Dwight and Dean Damascus
To say that the toughest and most feared duo in the City's recent history are nothing but violent thugs is both disturbingly accurate and a bit off the mark. It's true that their unprecedented mean streak and unparalleled protection from any outside interference (both criminal and lawful) give them a certain sense of notoriety and utter fear. If you've got these two on your tail, you're going to wish that you didn't have a tail. And that's not even mentioning the rest of your body.
It remains unknown if the source of the Damascus Brothers invincibility comes from their ever-increasing mythology of ruthless murder and dismemberment or the fact that they only do their work for the creme de la creme of organized crime. Yes, these guys are bad news. Yes, they're ultra-violent thug bastards. But they're smart enough to know who not to cross, and who to get to sign the checks, as it were.
Dwight Damascus was born Dwight Adams, and met Dean Greenhorn shortly before going to work for one of the local crime lords, Frank Burroughs. It was there that they decided on the new moniker and became unofficial brothers. Although Dean is a good four inches shorter than Dwight, and doesn't share his counterpart's deadly stare, both of the men have a chiseled face and coincidentally share a similar tattoo, although on opposite arms. The insistence of kinship from two of the most lethal looking men is proof enough.
They worked once with Vic Masters, even though that term barely applies. They disarmed the guards (both weapons and appendages) while Vic cracked a safe on the other side of the compound. It turned out to be a bust, but it cemented the duos reputation and their lack of a traditional calling card. If something's missing from a crime scene besides the loot, it was probably the Damascus Brothers.
In this story, they're the top "aides" to the top guy in the city for undesirable behavior, and they've straightened up a bit. They typically just take a hand or a finger instead of the whole arm. They've also polished their look with the massive amounts of cash they're paid to do jobs by their boss and not to do their jobs by their victims. Essentially, the pair is a death warrant on anyone who can't shell out over a million bucks to save their skins.
Sooner or later they'll have a catchy nickname for themselves, and a recognizable role in this story. For right now though, they're just bad sons of bitches. Who will be fun to write about doing bad sons of bitches things. Not everyone is going to be connected, of course, but the Damascus Brothers have a nice fit with a recently (mostly) righteous Masters.
I will have Character profile #3 up later today or tomorrow morning to make up for missing last Sunday entirely.
It remains unknown if the source of the Damascus Brothers invincibility comes from their ever-increasing mythology of ruthless murder and dismemberment or the fact that they only do their work for the creme de la creme of organized crime. Yes, these guys are bad news. Yes, they're ultra-violent thug bastards. But they're smart enough to know who not to cross, and who to get to sign the checks, as it were.
Dwight Damascus was born Dwight Adams, and met Dean Greenhorn shortly before going to work for one of the local crime lords, Frank Burroughs. It was there that they decided on the new moniker and became unofficial brothers. Although Dean is a good four inches shorter than Dwight, and doesn't share his counterpart's deadly stare, both of the men have a chiseled face and coincidentally share a similar tattoo, although on opposite arms. The insistence of kinship from two of the most lethal looking men is proof enough.
They worked once with Vic Masters, even though that term barely applies. They disarmed the guards (both weapons and appendages) while Vic cracked a safe on the other side of the compound. It turned out to be a bust, but it cemented the duos reputation and their lack of a traditional calling card. If something's missing from a crime scene besides the loot, it was probably the Damascus Brothers.
In this story, they're the top "aides" to the top guy in the city for undesirable behavior, and they've straightened up a bit. They typically just take a hand or a finger instead of the whole arm. They've also polished their look with the massive amounts of cash they're paid to do jobs by their boss and not to do their jobs by their victims. Essentially, the pair is a death warrant on anyone who can't shell out over a million bucks to save their skins.
Sooner or later they'll have a catchy nickname for themselves, and a recognizable role in this story. For right now though, they're just bad sons of bitches. Who will be fun to write about doing bad sons of bitches things. Not everyone is going to be connected, of course, but the Damascus Brothers have a nice fit with a recently (mostly) righteous Masters.
I will have Character profile #3 up later today or tomorrow morning to make up for missing last Sunday entirely.