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Aven Roe was doing well for once. In his third year of college, studying drama at one of the best schools in the nation, and with friends he could depend on, friends he could call his family. Then his past caught up with him...
His father was once a powerful man in city life. Crimelord, mob boss, drug trafficker, he did it all. Little happened that he didn't know about or have some hand in himself. In his earlier struggle to the top, he made many enemies in the business. Some disappeared, others crawled on hands and knees for mercy beneath his iron fist. But one, Tony Carpasio vowed to have his revenge. With such hatred for Aven's father he had boasted to some day eradicate the entire Roe line. Tony then vanished to plot his return.
Business boomed for a good while and the family lived in rich splendor. Mansion, Yacht, and any vehicle that was available for purchase. All in his father's syndicate feared and respected him, all but one - Joshua D'Itoli. It was he who when Aven's father was found dead with a knife stuck through his back was conveniently missing. A note had been left, pierced by the same blade that ended his father's life. Tony had returned to make good on his claim.
Fearing for his safety, Aven's mother stole away with her young child into the night. He was later left on the doorstep of an orphanage in a small town as far away as could be traveled in the span of the darkened sky. With a kiss goodbye and a hope for a better life than the one he had been doomed to inherit, his mother disappeared. Never to be seen by her son again. He was found early the next morning when the sun began to greet the sky. There, under caring and watchful eyes, Aven grew to be nothing like his father had been. Gentle, always quick with a smile, he lived for the sake of life itself.
A few days before his 18th birthday, a briefcase was discovered on the orphanage front porch with explicit instructions to be delivered to Aven personally and not to be opened until his birthday was to come. On that day, the briefcase was in fact opened and inside lay a great sum of money and another set of instructions. The note requested Aven use this money towards a college of his choice and that more money would be coming on the completion of his chosen degree. Using this good fortune as it was intended, Aven enrolled at a nearby university to study acting, the theater having always been a love of his.
His life continued from there as it should for a normal young man. He made friends with his easy manner and was a good pupil in his studies. He was fairly popular as well, as popular as a drama student could be that is. Women seemed to find his looks irresistible and he could often be seen walking across campus, groups of girls following his progress with their eyes. Things were going very well indeed...
In the middle of the night, gun shots echoed over the campus green. Aven broke from his dormitory lobby, men in fine Italian suits giving chase. He ran, terrified, unsure as to why these men were pursuing him. The problems of his childhood locked away in the mind of his older self. He fled into a nearby wood running till his legs would function no more. Aven collapsed at the base of a large tree, the sounds of his attackers fading slowly into the distance away from him. The sun's rays awoke him the next morning. They awoke him into his new life as they had many years ago, a life in hiding.
Aven, looking to be about 23 or 24, stands about six feet tall and has thick light brown hair that hangs down to the base of his neck. Unless broken or otherwise lost, he has a pair of sunglasses that rest upon his slightly pointed nose. Although his eyes vary in their color, most times they usually stay a cool steel grey. He wears a plain black t-shirt under a black trench coat. Above his black combat boots, a pair of baggy green cargo pants hang loosely from his hips. He's usually always seen with a backpack slung over one shoulder.
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