by captain dude » Wed Dec 30, 2020 11:01 am
Username: DewFromJupiter
—— The Criminal Records of Barnaby Lycana——
Name: Barnaby Lycana
Gender: Male
Affiliation: The Deuces Wild (Mafia)
Barnaby’s been giving us trouble since we heard that name. Don’t let those wide doe eyes, that gentle smile, or the fluffy hair fool you. He may look cute and cuddly, but in all actuality, he is one of the most dangerous members of the mafia. Sure, he may be fluffy and friendly, but he’ll cut you dead in an instant. One of the few mafia members to use his real name, rather than taking on a pseudonym, Barnaby has caused a lot of chaos in his time as a mobster. I suppose I could tell you how it all started, but let me warn you, it’s a dangerous story. And retold to the wrong people, it might just get you killed.
Barnaby used to own a bookstore. He devoted all his time to reading and loved all sorts of books. From history to cross-stitch, he read it all. However, his preference for crime thrillers took on a dark penchant when he was approached by the feared crime boss Hex. The bookstore would be a good front for their dabblings in assassinry and crime. Moved by the riches offered to him and the status it came with, he accepted. During the day, he played the part of friendly book salesman. After hours, it served as their meeting place. They trained him in assassination and in all manner of secrecy. His cheery and positive nature made targets trust him, befriend him, and he quickly became one of the most feared and respected assassins in the mafia. When the time came for them to move, he sold the bookstore and became a full-time mafia’s assassins. From rival crime bosses to anyone who crossed him, Barnaby was terrifyingly successful. Even his own weren’t always safe. Tracer, one of the other mobsters, made fun of him one too many times and wasn’t found again. No one within the Mob even brings it up, for fear that Barnaby will do the same to them. The most frightening thing is how well he hides displeasure. This affable Kalon seems to play no favorites. Even known enemies are treated like friends… until the day they turn up dead or missing. Because of this, though he’s rather chatty, rooms grow quiet when he enters. However, despite his widely known dangerous nature, he can easily gain anyone’s affection and trust. Maybe it’s his handsome looks and welcoming attitude, maybe his power, but sometimes it almost seems to be an enchanting aura. Barnaby rarely mentions his job, rather, he likes to talk abstract. You’ll catch him talking about philosophy, the meaning of life, and what makes something right or wrong a lot more than you will his next target. He loves humor and joking around, especially when it comes to dark humor. He never hints at what he does, but he will most certainly joke about it.
As the mafia has escalated into a larger, richer, and more powerful threat, Barnaby has oddly sought very little. He has no interest in money, as he’s already makes a lot (he could even say he makes a killing), and hasn’t sought a girlfriend or a more luxurious lifestyle. One can only think that Barnaby has an interest in power- and more of it. It seems like Barnaby wants to be even more powerful than Hex herself, becoming the mob boss and perhaps working his way into the halls of government. Our sources tell us that she has offended him on multiple occasions. He has asked more than once to become her equal, which she has denied. While we haven’t confirmed it yet, this likely does not sit well with him.
Our force has observed him many times, but hesitates to engage with him. In order to stop him, he would have to be eliminated. Only one of our agents have ever tried. Our leader, actually. Sadie was younger when she tried to take him on. She tailed him as he walked out from packing up the “bookstore”, headed to the new mafia headquarters somewhere in the city. She was younger, but no less experienced and no less street smart. She had tailed him for a couple of blocks when he took a turn down an alley, stopping under a street light. Fearful yet confident that he had turned the corner judging by the footsteps, she followed after him. When she entered the alleyway, she saw him, standing directly behind the streetlamp, typical smile on his face. Blood running cold, she backed up.
“Oh, hello Sadie,” he said. “It’s nice to finally meet you. Oh, your agents’ observation has given me such the headache, but it’s fine. Really. No bad blood.”
He smirked, seemingly impressed with himself at that pun.
“Though I must admit that there is no such thing as bad blood in this business.”
“What do you want?” Sadie had asked, looking around for a way out of this.
“What I want?” he asked. “There aren’t many things that I want. But there is one thing I know you want. I know you are spearheading the surveillance on me, but I recommend you stop. Don’t take any cases with my name on it. Don’t act like you’ve ever seen me.”
She had nodded. As she walked back, the last thing she saw was that smile. That eerie yet inviting smile. To see that smile was like smelling the sweet nectar of a flower, only to be lured into a deadly pitcher plant.
At the time, this didn’t seem that odd, Barnaby was often smiling, but as she walked back, she stopped by his bookstore, windows dark with not a soul in the building. Her eyes narrowed. What could he be transferring out?, she wondered.
She climbed the tree adjacent to the bookshop in hopes of getting a look into the upper floor’s windows. As she climbed, she felt her leg snag on something. She lost her footing, tumbling down. The sharp, cutting wire of a snare had enveloped her leg. She yelped into her phone for one of the other agents, someone, anyone, to get her to a medic. They rushed there, careful to cut the wire, not touch it. By the time they had brought her to a doctor, the leg was beyond saving. She knew exactly who had done this and that this would only get worse if she didn’t heed his warning.
This deterred any future attempts. It’s been rumored that Barnaby can see into the future and while this theory may seem outlandish to some, those who have had close encounters with him agree that this seems to think this is the case. It certainly explains why he is so successful and why he always appears three steps ahead of everyone else. Calculating, terrifying, and oddly warm, Barnaby remains an enigma that causes even the most seasoned agents to look over their shoulders and speak a little more quietly whenever his name is brought up. Will he ever be stopped? No one ever knows.
Except, of course, perhaps Barnaby himself.
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captain dude on Tue Jan 05, 2021 1:20 pm, edited 4 times in total.
