Name: Joe "Hoss" Galtosino

Gender: Male

Occupation: Soldier

Age: 34

Appearance: A towering, broad-shouldered bull of a man that looks every bit the thug he is. Standing at 6'3" and weighing roughly 280 pounds, his face is brutish and ugly with a wide, square jawline and chin, beady green eyes and a broad nose that has been broken several times in the past. His dark brown hair is receeding and thin, though he does sport an impressive horseshoe moustache that clashes with his choice in suits at times. For the most part he favors cheap suits and fedoras, occasionaly sporting a coat as well when the weather calls for it.

Biography: There isn't too much to be said about this piece of work. Like many in Chicago, he is the son of Italian imigrants, although unlike most in the Sapienti family he is of Neopolitan decent rather than Sicilian. Throughout most of his childhood he proved to be a mediocre student, but exceled at all things physical, working manual labor jobs after school until he eventually discovered he could put his physcial prowess to use in less legal, more profitable pursuits as well. At age 17 he began working as an enforcer for a small mixed Irish and Italian gang, slowly making his bones until he earned the attention of the Sapienti Family several years later. Since then he's become known as one of the more reliable attack dogs in the Sapientis' employ, with only a brief stint in the army during the Great War interupting his career in crime. Recently he's gotten some flak for his shacking up with a Black woman, but none have had the balls to say anything to his face yet. For the moment he's content to keep on working, waiting to see if his breaking taboo will see him unemployed or dead.

Personality: Joe is the typical mafia soldato; One part street smarts and two parts muscle with enough cunning to make up for his mediocre education. On the job he comunicates mostly in grunts, threats and quick phrases in Italian, while off the clock he's civil enough with the smaller circle of people he considers friends, if still a bit gruff. While he has no troubles over beating a man senseless over debt owed his employers, he does have a bit of a soft spot for the little guy, especially the unlucky Black citizens of Chicago (Much to his assosiates' chagrin.)

Weapon(s) of Choice: Brass knuckles, .38 Detective Special, 12 gauge double-barrel shotgun with sawed-off stock (When the job doesn't require subtlety or a message needs to be sent.)