kingpin gavin
he starts from almost nothing. brought over from england for a job and the promise of more, only to be mistreated and abandoned and worse. when he fights his way out itās through layers of bodies and self-hatred and he doesnāt know if he comes out the other side better or worse but he comes out the other side.
this happens again. different gangs, different kinds of bullies, but again and again heās shit on and overlooked; used and abused and forgotten about. but heās smart. he watches, and he waits, and he listens and he learns, and time and time again he fights his way out of the pits heās been thrown into.
finally the day comes when he realises he can do it on his own. he has the talent, the knowledge, the connections if he can capitalize on them. so many gang leaders have chewed him up and spit him out he can craft lies and sell secrets easier than breathing, easier than trying to stand on your own when your legs have been kicked out from under you more times than you can count.
from here he rises. his power grows until āgoldenā isnāt a color any more, itās fear and firewalls and knowing you only have limited time until the golden man with the silver tongue is standing in front of you, one hand offering you the world while the other hand waits to stab you in the back. he rises and conquers and then, glorious, he is the one who controls the city, controls his whole world. then and only then does he find himself.
