Chapter 11: Five Years Info Dump

Chapter 11: Chapter 11: Five Years Info Dump

September 1st 1932,

"Slick, it's never gonna happen." Edward scoffed with crossed arms while sitting in the back seat of the car.

"He isn't called Slick for nothing, a fiver says Slick pulls it off." Rocco held up five dollars as Jake chuckled.

"I got ten on Slick." Jake held up a ten dollar bill as Edward shook his head and pulled out fifteen bucks.

"Alright Slick, let's see if you got what it takes to bag the original Doll, Dolly Henderson." Edward reached and slapped fifteen dollars onto the dash of the expensive Cadillac V-16.

"Prepare to lose your money, Moose." Ricky smirked as he held up a bouquet of yellow flowers.

Stepping out of the car, his teenage appearance flared as he had grown from a mere 4'5 to a solid 5' 8 with room still to grow.

Over the past five years, Ricky's life intertwined deeply with the Underworld, as he became fully integrated into its operations.

The Luciano Family, having profited immensely from Prohibition, expanded their wealth and diversified their revenue streams, delving into both legitimate and illicit activities.

The illegal operations primarily involved the smuggling of rum and other alcoholic beverages.

However, Lucky Luciano gradually extended their ventures to include drugs, loansharking, racketeering, and gun trafficking.

On the surface, Lucky meticulously developed legal fronts that served as facades for their illicit activities, such as labor unions, which proved to be gold mines.

Lucky dedicated countless hours and relentless effort to seize control of the unions, most notably the Teamsters.

This strategic move granted him influence over the Manhattan waterfront, garbage hauling, construction, garment district businesses, and trucking, solidifying his grip on power and expanding his empire into both clean and dirty money territories.

Lucky Luciano struck a deal with the original head of the union to "take care of" any competitors challenging the current president of the Teamsters union, securing a share of the union's profits and establishing his first "legitimate" business venture.

Cornelius Shea, the man working closely with Ricky's adoptive father, was an undeniably cheerful figure.

Ricky had met him numerous times, and Shea was always laughing or telling jokes to fuel his own mirth.

With the Luciano family's backing, the Teamsters not only elevated Shea's influence in Brooklyn but also gained substantial leverage over the government.

Luciano could effectively bribe any politician through the Teamsters, solidifying the family's immense power.

However, this influence in the underworld was not without its challenges as a brewing war loomed, ignited by the actions of Luciano's mentor and self-proclaimed boss, Giuseppe "Joe the Boss" Masseria.

Joe the Boss's influence was monumental, akin to the tip of a titanic iceberg as his mere gesture could part the underworld of New York like the Red Sea.

Yet, there was a problem which always seemed to loom over powerful figures, his ego.

Joe the Boss wasn't content with merely his nickname; he aspired to become the boss of all bosses, seeking to bring all the mafias under his control.

This ambition created many enemies, and Lucky found himself burdened with the fallout, quelling countless groups like the Mustache Petes and the Young Turks.

The constant turf wars were exhausting, and all Lucky wanted was to return to his business ventures.

Amidst this chaos, another gangster seized the opportunity to make a name for himself and solidify his reputation throughout New York.

Salvatore Maranzano.

The escalating turf war led many to rally under the banner of Salvatore Maranzano, a man with a different vision.

Instead of consolidating the families under a single leader, Maranzano aimed to have the families collectively control the underworld.

This approach appealed to those dissatisfied with Joe the Boss, and they began to join Maranzano's ranks to challenge Joe's dominance.

As time passed, Lucky observed Joe the Boss's influence waning and recognizing the need to stabilize the situation and maintain his own power, Lucky decided to bring an end to the war once and for all.

Seeing an opportunity to switch allegiances, Lucky Luciano struck a secret deal with Salvatore Maranzano.

In exchange for orchestrating Giuseppe ``Joe the Boss' ' Masseria's death, Luciano would receive Masseria's rackets and become Maranzano's second-in-command.

Joe Adonis, initially part of the Masseria faction, alerted Luciano about Masseria's suspicions and murder plot against him.

On a fateful day at Nuova Villa Tammaro, a Coney Island restaurant, while playing cards, Luciano excused himself to the bathroom.

During his absence, the gunmen allegedly Anastasia, Meyer, Adonis, and Benjamin "Bugsy" Siegel executed Masseria.

Age: 14

Race: Human

Strength: 13 (Average adult male)

Stamina: 17 (Above average adult male)

Vitality: 16 (Above average adult male)

Agility: 14 (Average adult male)

Dexterity: 19 (Above average adult male)

Intelligence: 6 (You've grown but that doesn't mean you're not an Idiot)

Charm: 25 (Your charm is extremely high for your age)

Appearance: 21 (The baby fat has melted with age and with it has surfaced your golden jawline, use it well.)

Skills:

Psionic Force Fields: While the cells of the user's body produce a certain energy manifestation, the cells of his brain produce a different, more potent manifestation. Through concentration, Ricky is able to project an invisible field of psionic force drawn from Ricky's own mind. He can shape these fields into various forms, limited only by his imagination and mental focus, ranging from small objects like marbles to large domes with a diameter of about 100 feet. These force fields can be solid or hollow, and he can manipulate their size, shape, and movement at will. Ricky can use these fields to travel in the air, reaching speeds of about 25 miles per hour for up to 4 hours before becoming fatigued. His force fields are also capable of blocking telekinesis and preventing mental intrusion, making him highly versatile in combat situations.

Full Counter: The ability to counter any non physical attack at its original user with twice the power

Conditions:

The user must have a conduit or weapon to reflect an attackThe user must be able to react to or swing towards an attack with the proper timing in order to reflect the attackThere must be an attack to reflect.

IP Skills:

Apex Fertility: The user's seed will be amongst the peak in the universe and incredibly fertile as your seed can even rejuvenate the womb of a woman who cannot even give birth. All it takes is one load to impregnate any woman in an instant.

Titles:

Deadbeat: You have increased odds to flee from the responsibilities of a child and run out like a scumbag.

Royal Thug: You aren't just born into the thug life but are born into the nobility of the thug life

Effect: A ingrained respect is giving to you by all gangster, mobsters, and thugs

Ricky had also begun to master his abilities, and his notoriety spread not only through the underworld but across New York as well.

Although with the heavy stigma, he didn't bother to hide his powers, finding it too tedious.

Initially, Lucky was heavily opposed to this, but after witnessing Ricky's strength firsthand, he agreed to let it be.

With the help of a few well-placed whispers, Lucky spread positive rumors about Ricky, ensuring he was at the forefront of them all and controlling the passage of the whispers.

Over the past five years, Ricky hadn't fully utilized his system, but now it was ready.

His dragon had finally awakened from its long slumber, returning to its former size and strength.

This resurgence made Ricky hopeful for even greater growth, as every man desires a bigger member.

*Knock*

*Knock*

*Knock*

Ricky knocked on the door of the woman he had met years ago, the one he had been protecting ever since he gained the power to do so.

No assistance from his father was needed; no man dared to approach her, knowing it might incur the wrath of the Luciano family.

Ricky had been biding his time, his eyes set on the mission that had haunted him for the past five years.

Power hadn't initially attracted him, but after experiencing the capabilities of his system, he couldn't resist any longer.

He succumbed to its allure, finding the requirements a pleasurable bonus. Ricky now sought not only to grow stronger but to relish the efforts of gaining more power, enjoying the journey as much as the destination.

"Ricky?"