Misinformed Mobster:
"Yer close der. Might even be good if ya don' wanna off da guy. Concrete expands as it hardens, see? Make it not a very pleasant experience. Ya usually wanna take da mook out ona boat, go fer a little ride out ta see fer a bit, den drop em off when da water is ova der head an' da body won't wash back up on da shore. I can send one a' my boys ta give ya tha jist of it if ya need."
Expansive Boss:
"Depends what kinda organization ya got. In general, start with da people ya trust. Friends an' family are always a good choice. Den get der friends and family ta join to, see? Since ya already gotta good start, try gettin' yer boys ta talk to der trusted friends an' family 'bout joinin. Den get dem to talk to der friends an' family, so on an' so forth. If yer jus' lookin' fer mooks or associates, try da poor part of town. Da poor, homeless, and desperate will do anytin' fer some greenbacks. Good luck buddy."((Yay! I have a lot more Ichor and Essence than I thought I would~ I have enough for ALL MY RACES!))
Don Giovanni then looks down at the worlds once again, dusting off his suit. He continues starring at it, even after his suit is immaculate, hands in pockets. He takes takes his collar and rips part of it off, ripping it to even tinier shreds in his hands. Once he has an innumerable amount, more so then anyone would expect from a single collar, he throws the grey cloth down onto the planets like Confetti. On his body, the cloth begins to repair itself.
On the planets, the
Associates are born! 100,000 are sent to the three planets, with the majority landing on the Earthlike Planet.
The Associates
Clothlike and lanky, these creatures resemble a sheet of thin fabric in the vague shape of a humanoid. It has two legs, gently floating above the ground, ending in a ragged cut off, like someone cut them with scissors. Its arms have a similar structure, with "fingers" at the edge of their arms, allowing them to manipulate things as a normal race would. They lack any sort of head. They are capable of communicating and eating normally, just don't ask the Don how. They typically have a single main color for the majority of their body, with a separate color for trimming, most often dark but with any color being possible. They generally group together, even more so then the other Races the Don has created, and can only be rarely found without another Associate nearby, usually a Friend or Relative. Typically, they form even larger groups, using their numbers for an advantage in all things, hoping to make up for their relative weakness with their main strengths.
.001*Fruitful+5 <x2>*Protection-1 <x0.8>*Strength-1 <x0.8>*Aquaphobic+2 <0.8>*Unmagical <0.7>*Magic resistance-4 <x0.5>*Safety In Numbers+1 <1.9>*Extremophile-1? <0.7>*Disease Resistance-1 <0.77>=~1.83 for 50k.
After waiting long enough for the Associates to build a city, he finds the largest of their settlements and names it Shikagoh, The Den of Rouges. In this city, he writes a set of Laws personally, banning everything and anything, especially enforcing any of these laws. He ensure that the laws will never be upheld, but will stay in the books forever.
"Dis city...it'll serve as a beacon fer all criminals of da world, a shinin' gem where dey can always come. Any of my Boys, my Family, will always be welcome here. Try ta make it a nice place, don' wan' our Mecca ta have dirty streets. An' keep yer eyes peeled an' ready, dis beacon brings more den God's eyes ta it."