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Izzy's internet Hubby for Lifey. "You and me were always with each other, before we knew the other was ever there."

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Name:
Jacob “Jake” Cohen

Age:
28

Ring:
Arms Dealing

Job/Position:
Caporegime

Weapons:
Sniper rifle
His fists

History:
Jacob Cohen was born to an Orthodox Jewish family living in the Jewish Brownsville section of Brooklyn. His mother Fanny, who had become widowed in September 1914, had emigrated from Kiev, Ukraine. At the age of 6, Jake was selling newspapers on the street; his brothers Louie or Harry would drop him off at his regular corner, Soho and Brooklyn Streets. Immediately it became obvious that young Jacob had an eye for numbers. Soon, however, Fanny moved her family to Los Angeles. In 1922, petty crime landed Jake in a reform school there.

As a teenager, Cohen began boxing in illegal prizefights in Los Angeles. The 15-year-old moved from Los Angeles to Cleveland to train as a professional boxer. Over time, Jake began to develop a fierce reputation in the ring as a knock out artist. He remained undefeated for nearly ten years until one fight. Jake’s opponent began to take too many shots to the head from the Jewish boxers steel strong fists and instead of giving up, he continued to absorb the punishment until he finally lost consciousness and suffered a brain hemorrhage in the center of the ring. Fearing for his life when he realized the other fighter was backed by local mobsters, Jake quickly opted to join the war effort and run away from his problems.

During his service in WWII, Jacob began to make many connections throughout the various countries he was based in and eventually he decided to disappear once again. Placing a bomb in his units barracks, he had an unwitting solider enter the building and take his place at deaths door. For all intents and purposes, Jake Cohen was killed in action. He then fled to Cuba and began a career as an arms dealer. It was through this medium, the young man with a talent for numbers crossed paths with the DeMarco’s. He eventually accepted a position in their organization and has been steadily climbing their ranks ever since.
I'll get my first post up tomorrow Foxy!
Great work on your posts everyone! Just read through them all.

I'll be posting tomorrow.
I'll have a character for you soon love.
You know I'm in babe :)
Hey guys just got back, absolutely exhausted I'll read up on everything tomorrow!
The time has come guys, the ladies are now in charge...

See ya Monday!
Climbing into the back of his ambulance, Ben tussled his copper brown hair and smiled at the beautiful young woman that lay there. Now came the moment for his decision. Kill her or let her be. He watched as a uniformed police officer rolled past with a colleague. "Found another kid a couple of blocks from here, must've caught a stray. Sam or something his name is. He's on his way to general now" The girl began to stir, Ben had given her a sedative just help her rest. “So you’ve had a bit of a day huh? Well don’t worry, I’m gonna get you cleaned up first and you can go. I’ll fiddle your paperwork so you don’t have to come back to the hospital but you will have to speak to the cops I guess. They’ll want a statement” As he spoke, Ben dressed her wound. “So how you feeling?”

Rose's eyes blurred as whatever the paramedic had given her began to wear off, a throb seeping throughout her sinuses. As she came to, her side burned a little due to the treatment it was getting, and she blinked out the groginess from her eyes. "I'm fine...How's my class, do you know? You got the guy, right? I can't remember" Her eyebrows creased in the middle, sighing softly as she tried to sit up a little, a soft groan hissing through her lips. "Ok, I lied. I feel like shit" Her hand came up, rubbing at her eyes a little, then her forehead. "What did you say your name was?"

"The cops got the guy, so you can relax. He's well and truly dead. Your class is fine from what I can tell, as it stands there are only two victims. A teacher and a student" He went quiet for a moment before looking back up to her pretty face with a chuckle. "You'll feel like shit for another hour or so until the drugs are out of your system. You're best just getting yourself home and sleeping it off" He pressed a hand to her forehead and checked her temperature. "Well you're cooling down, there's no fever so you should be good to go. My name's Ben and according to one of your colleagues your name is Rose Jenkins. Can you just stand up for me? I want to make sure there's no grogginess"

"Ok, good...well not good....but you know, that there was no one else" She sat up a little more, until she propped herself up on her hands. "Mhmm, Rose, nice to meet you, I think. But not under these circumstances." Rose shook her head gently, and looked over at him. "Does the drugs cause babbling?" She laughed softly, and winced as her side ached a little, but alot less than earlier. She swung her legs off the bed, and pressed them to the floor, pushing herself up onto them standing, albeit slower than normal.

"That's great" He watched her stand and take a few steps. "Alright, I don't want you driving home so...is there anyone you can call to pick you up? If not I can give you a ride" Ben knew that as soon as he was finished here he'd need to go and speak to Brian and that was a conversation he was not looking forward to having, His big brother would no doubt have flipped the switch when he heard Stevie was the killer. If giving this girl a ride would postpone the conversation any longer, he'd definitely take that chance,

She nodded gently. "I can get my dad to come home from work and pick me up, he's in the police department. But I'm gonna go in and check on my class first, please?" She rested her hand against her side that was now bandaged up, blinking slightly at the light that shone through the back of the ambulance. "Does anyone know who that guy was anyway?"

"Just some nut looking to go out in a blaze of glory, I guess" Ben nodded. "If you want to go see your class, I recommend going now then. Couple more minutes and the police will be interviewing them and then sending them home" Reaching into the glove compartment of his rig, the young Polack pulled out a scrap bit of paper and scribbled a number down on it. "Here's my number, just in case you need anything. Now go on and make sure you don't do any heavy lifting for a few days"

She took the note with a smile and nodded. "Maybe I'll leave it until tomorrow, they don't need to see me all banged up, they've been through enough." She rested her hand on her hip and stepped down out of the rig, smiling over her shoulder before she was greeted by another staff member, helping her over to the school.
Yep, I can see her, a wrestler not a porn star, Though my comment of hot as all hell was strangely accurate.
Great posts everyone.

Sheffield hasn't been in touch at all so as of now, his character is removed from play until further notice.
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