Kyle Anderson- DONE!

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Kyle was born in Owen Sound Ontario, into a small family in the middle class. His parents both worked in respectable places. Well to the outside world they were respectable when in truth the men who ran them were in truth part of the Mafia. They had ties everywhere. Kyle's parents were unaware of this though due to the fact it was a hidden secret that no one was to know. William's family was just like any other.

When Kyle was going through school he thought of different ways to get out of having to be like everyone else. He loved fighting, and looking good while doing it. He wanted to be known, or at least feared. One day on his 17 b-day he was recruited by the mafia, or really he recruited himself after he had found a way in. Once in he did his best to make himself known in the underworld. He fought battles people believed he couldn't win, and he ended up proving them wrong. He showed his bosses how good he truly was, and earned enough respect to make it to the higher ranks.

When Kyle was done with school he had enough money to head to Italy, where the true Mafia were based. Kyle transferred into the Mafia family there, having to restart from scratch didn't bother him though seeing as how he really wasn't one to complain, he had built up a high rep in Canada so it shouldn't have been any different here, or so he thought. In Kyle's first weeks in the Mafia he met a woman he was rather attracted to, well who most of the guys were attracted to, her name Enrya Silverblood. Kyle wanted her badly but he knew he would have to show his stuff. So as of now he is trying to prove to Enrya he has what it takes to be with her. He goes where ever he is told without question just to prove himself to her.

Kyle was sitting around the parking lot of nearby building in Rome. He was just visiting. He hadn't really seen much that had caught his attention other than a few cool looking church's and a few nice looking woman. Okay a lot of beautiful woman, he was in Italy so it was normal to see. Right now Kyle was just trying to act cool he was wearing a black buttoned t-shirt, with a white t-shirt underneath. Kyle was also wearing a pair of dark blue jeans that looked rather nice considering he had had them since he came to Italy which was now a year, or close to it. Kyle inhaled the smoke from the cigarette into his lungs and held it there for a few seconds before releasing it out from his lungs and mouth into the nice warm open air. It was nice. He felt good in this weather. It felt good being in this weather. After all he lived to be out in the sun. He'd rather be out in the sun then in the cold clouded cities Canada this time of year. As the last bit of smoke blew out from between his lips he looked around, keeping his right hand at his side; which was holding his cigarette. He was looking for something, or someone. He wasn't even sure who or what it was either but he would know when he'd spot it.

He was told to look around here. Kyle loved this idea because A) he was out in the sun, and B) it was warm. It was in a way a break from walking around his house the whole day, and do nothing but workout, and play games; yes he still played games, what else could take his mind off things? besides smoking, which was also doing. Kyle brought his right hand up placing the smoke between his soft, yet dry lips. He then began to look through his pockets until he came across his cell phone. Once he had it out he dialed a number then took the smoke out from between his lips with his left hand, and then brought the phone to his ear.

After a few rings a voice answered. Kyle couldn't tell if it was a man or woman, only that it was a person. He didn't really care who it was just that it was someone. "Hey yeah, I've been here for over a few hours now... and nothings happening, or has even shown up." Kyle told the person on the other side as he looked up at the sky, taking the occasional inhale, and exhale of smoke. He wasn't wearing sun glasses but he did have a pair, they were hanging around his silver cross, and chain. The person answered but in a weird way, telling Kyle the target had already been found. Kyle shook his head as he lowered to the ground, the cell still at his ear. "Alright then I'll let you go here, and get back to HQ." Kyle finished as he closed his cell ending the conversation.Kyle then got up from his spot, and head for a walk.

After a good hour of walking the sun was starting to set. Which meant the day was ending. Kyle didn't like that, he hated days coming to an end, due to it always giving him a bad feeling. He didn't know why he got these feelings but he just ignored it. Kyle turned down into an alley way trying to use it as a short-cut in a way. When he did however he was greeted by something he wasn't expecting. The target. It was a man standing 6'7", 7 inches taller than Kyle. Kyle was shocked by his height. He was massive, yet he looked as if he could move a tank if need be. Kyle couldn't believe he was sent to get this guy. Kyle sighed then pulled out a pair of black leather gloves. When he put them on, his fist burned red, it wasn't due to the gloves but rather his silver cross which hung around his neck. "Well then guess its time to take this guy in." Kyle said jumping up towards the guy using parkour, and physical strength.

When Kyle was in front of the man he gave him a weak smile before charging into him. The man fell hard after one punch. Kyle was not impressed at all. He was rather PO'd and was going to have to break another few punching bags when he got home. Kyle placed another smoke between his lips which he had in his left hand pocket, he had also pulled out a lighter. Kyle then lit the death stick between his lips and inhaled for a few seconds then exhaled. After that he dragged the big guy away.