His name is Jackson. Jackson Stone. He is originally from Spain and speaks fluent Spanish, his father was one of the most respected men of the mafia now that is father is dead, it’s his turn to lead. Whether he was ready or not. The men needed a new leader.
He used to be kind and loving… he now brings vibes of coldness and a sense of mystery. Not that he cared anyway, his father had died. He deserved to act like this.
He is sat over the grave of his father, sorrow and silence In his eyes. It’s almost like he’s watching the grass grow… Lost in thought he finally speaks
“I’m sorry.”
He sighs gently. He had been the reason his father has died. Some other mafia had tried to kill him. His father was shot with a poison bullet in effort to save his son.
Suddenly, slicing through his grief. A twig snaps beside him. He spins around to face the reason of the noise. His eyes landing on you. Narrowing thinnly.