Post by harvey wolfe on Sept 7, 2015 17:46:57 GMT -5
LAS VEGAS CENSUS PLEASE FILL OUT THIS FORM AND RETURN BY MAIL. HARVEY WOLFE  BASIC INFORMATION
FREE FORM APPLICATION TITLE HERE: Harvey was not always a Wolfe - although nobody would dare question his namesake these days. Strangely enough - Harvey's life began on a farm. A child born in 1930, somewhere in the middle of seven children. Not remarkable in his own way. He wasn't strong or tall or brave like his eldest brothers, nor was he beautiful and demure like his younger sisters. As the middle child he grew up knowing he looked to inherit nothing. It was his job to do as he was told by his older brothers and father - and to look after his younger sisters. It was a life of responsibility with no reward. His father was a hard man. A farmer through and through, just like his father and his father before him. It was the way of the world they had grown up in. Nothing outside their farm was meant to interest them. They didn't even have a television growing up - and the radio was only for special occasions. On birthdays they were allowed to pick a book from the church donations and take it home. Somehow Harvey always found the ones that had slipped by the ancient nun's fading eyes. Westerns, cowboys - a comic or two if he could get his hands on them. The family lived in constant poverty - relying completely on the land to live. They were a highly religious family - praying for rain. And if there was no rain there was no crops. Harvey grew up at the mercy of his father, his brothers and God. And he suffered immensely for it. Up before dawn and working to the bone day in and day out and he was expected to be grateful for it too. Unlike his siblings - Harvey was a wayward child. Incurably restless. From a young age he knew he wanted more than the farm life - it wasn't the life for him. And as he grew, that restlessness only grew worse. He found a kindred spirit in the sibling closest in age to him, his younger sister Sophie. She was like living sunlight. Always happy and spritely and running about. Everybody who met her fell in love with her. How could you not? Harvey protected her, and Sophie adored him for it. He fed her dreams and the two were inseparable growing up. In retrospect, Harvey would have changed that. As he grew, he butted heads with his father almost constantly. He wanted to change the way they farmed - he wanted to go to school - he wanted to get a job. His mother always took his father's side, telling Harvey to get these silly notions out of his head. He was being childish and selfish. How could the farm function without him? Why did he want to abandon his family? Why was he always so greedy? Didn't he know they were lucky for everything they had? Some families had nothing at all. At least they had a roof over their head, clothes on their back and food on the table. The family fell apart when the two eldest brothers went off to war. Harvey was desperate to go with them - but he was too young. The boys never made it home. Strange men came to their door with flags instead of bodies. It was during this time that Harvey would find the path he was looking for - a kindred spirit with a strange car that drove into town... He was at the supermarket at the time, picking up some groceries with Sophie by his side. As usual, she skipped away from him. It usually took her a good ten minutes to decide which ice cream she wanted. Harvey was fifteen now - a man in his family's eyes. Sophie was thirteen and growing into a teenager quicker than her sisters had. Harvey was focused on the shop, sneaking a few treats into his pockets when he could. Sophie and he would stuff themselves with the candy on the walk home and their family would never know. But it was when he heard a voice he didn't recognize that he felt a panic shoot through him. Two men's voices. Sophie's flirtatious giggle. Harvey rounded the corner quickly and saw two men in suits - one on either side of his sister and looking at her like a piece of meat. Something in him, that sinister part of him his father always clashed with, took over. He stormed towards them and protectively pulled his sister away from them, holding her behind his back and growling at the strangers to stay the hell away from his sister. Little did he know he was talking to two of the most well known gangsters in Las Vegas. The leader turned and looked at Harvey closely. You know who I am, boy? "I don't give a damn who you are - you stay the hell away from my sister" The leader waited a moment - and then laughed. Reaching out, he messed up Harvey's hair affectionately. I like you, kid. You got spunk. You ever want to get outta this hick town - you come to my bar and tell 'em Tony sent you The man flicked a business card and Harvey awkwardly caught it. It was now that he took in the men. The expensive looking rings on their fingers, their tailored suits. They were rich men. Harvey, dumbstruck, didn't even move when the leader pulled his wallet out of his pocket and slipped a twenty dollar bill right into Harvey's front pocket. Harvey had never seen that much money in his life. And this man was giving it to him like it was nothing. That was it. Harvey made Sophie promise not to say a word to their family about what had happened. He hid the money. That night, he packed his bags and snuck out. He was leaving the farm without so much as a goodbye to anybody. It took him a few hours to get to the train station. Using the money he'd been given, he bought a ticket all the way to Vegas - the town the bar was in. Once he was on the train, he breathed a sigh of relief. He'd made it. He was getting out - finally. He was going to sleep - until he heard a familiar voice scream his name. Sophie. She must have followed him. He leaped up from his seat and saw her running along the tracks - little suitcase in tow as she screamed desperately for him. Damn. Why did she have to follow him? Knowing her well enough to know she'd hurt herself or get lost if he didn't intervene - he had no other choice. He ran to the little platforms between the cars and grabbed her hand, pulling her aboard just in time. She cried and cried and cried. How could he leave without taking her with him? She'd scraped her knees and feet and he carried her into the carriage and held her until she fell into a fitful sleep. They were in this together now. For better or worse. Harvey made it to Vegas and he knew it was where he was born to be. He took to the bright lights and fast life of the city. And under the tutelage of one of the biggest gangsters at the time - he grew into the man he had always wanted to be. His greed was encouraged, his brutality nurtured and his cunning only grew. Sophie took a different path. The life got the better of her in different way than Harvey. Harvey was a predator - had come to Vegas with a new name and ambition and ruthlessness. Sophie? She was still a sweet girl, naive and easily led. The alcohol and the drugs got the better of her, and Harvey knew he had to do something. Tony was in love with his little sister, was trying to make her reliant on him. It caused the relationship between Harvey and Tony to shift as they grew and Sophie only grew more and more beautiful. So Harvey planned a coup. Tony wanted his sister - and he would od whatever it took to get her. Harvey had to put a stop to him. So, in the winter of 1950 - Harvey murdered him. He'd made a name for himself in the city - and when he returned to Tony's men with his body - he had the perfect coverup. A rat. He convinced the men that Tony had been a rat all along - even had evidence he'd fabricated over the years to prove it. So Harvey became the leader. They were no longer Tony's men. They were the Wolfe Pack. And anybody who questioned Harvey's authority was swiftly sent to join their precious Tony in an unmarked grave in the desert. Now the pack deal in whatever is lucrative. Drugs, liquor, gun-running, armed robbery. They've got the police in their pockets and Harvey has made some very influential friends. He considers himself something of a James Dean - and his only real weakness is the women in his life. Yes, not just Sophie, who he keeps locked away for her own protection. But Roxie. Roxie came into his life in 1952 - right at the peak of Harvey's success in Vegas. She was a dancer - and he knew when he met her that she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. And he wanted her. No. Needed her. He bought out the entire casino room to watch her dance on his own. Then he bought out a restaurant so they could dine together on their own. The courting went on for quite some time. He filled her tiny apartment with roses. He sent her expensive jewellery - he even bought her a car. And the two fell hard and fast into an intimacy they would never recover from. They love one another deeply - but the life causes them to butt heads. The drugs make them fight - and although they makeup and breakup often - Harvey will never let her go. In all honesty, he loves her more than anything on this Earth - and most of what he does is to make her happy. Deep down he's afraid she will find out where he came from, how poor he once was. And because it was his expensive gifts that won her over - he is now even more desperate to succeed so that he can keep her. He is waiting for the day she will realize she is out of his league - and leave him high and dry. The day that happens - Harvey knows he will burn Vegas to the ground just to keep her. OOC INFORMATION
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Last Edit: Sept 7, 2015 17:49:00 GMT -5 by harvey wolfe
