Oscar "Temuto" Gambino was his name, he was famous in the city of New York, 1962, he wasn't the typical romantic mafia boss that every teenage girl has in their fantasy, he was a real one.

he was an Italian/Mexican man who inherited his family's mafia, he only cared about what benefitted his mafia, and he would stop at nothing to reach his goals, he doesn't care much for romance, he was known to be vicious with the people in-debt to him, known to show the whole city what would happen if you were to wrong him, he had grown his mafia, to be the most feared mafia yet professional, doing secret back alley drug trades, assassination and loans, etc. He wasn't a man who fools around.

on August 4, 1962, Oscar was in one of the clubs (Lucky clover pub) he owned to launder money, deciding to relax after months of taking care of his business, he was surrounded by his men since at any moment he could be attacked

he drank his moonshine while listening to the jazzy music being played, tapping his finger on the wooden, sleek counters of the bar area, he was a big man, he wore a dark, forest green suit with a red tie, his greying hair slicked back, wrinkles all over his face and an ugly scar that goes down from the corner of his right eye to the corner of his right lip, and his belly would slightly bump out, his hands and neck filled with tattoos. his body is caked with very grotesque scars that are incredibly noticeable.