Cain C. Cigarra
Owner of Puff Puff Pastries
Owner of Puff Puff Pastries
- Physical Description:
A man seemingly in his late twenties with a lean athletic seemingly standing at a disciplined stature of 5'9, walking and talking with an exaggerated amount of swagger as he seems to be using euphemisms of a stereotypical New Yorker. He has a medium length tousled, curly slightly dyed hairstyle, mostly having a clean shaven face and sometimes stubble whenever he gets lazy to shave it off. Seems to usually wear casual clothes, but likes to get dapper with formal wear whenever the occasion and weather calls for it.
- Personality:
Just like what was mentioned in his physical description, he's a man that carries himself with confidence with a hint of bravado as he prides himself in his skills of baking and holding himself well in the liquor of the fine establishment directly next to his bakery. He's a cook at heart though and is prone to bouts of anger whenever the situation is appropriate for it.
- Background:
Born into a low-income household, Cain was ambitious to get ahead of the curve, putting little mind on whatever morals he was instilled in at an early age by both of his parents. He was doing this for them, for the family. In his youth, he was involved in pickpocketing schemes in New York, moving up to armed robbery in his teenage years before he would be caught by NYPD after botching an attempt on a retired police commissioner and failing to get away, and getting his ass kicked by a 70-year-old retiree. Luckily, after serving juvie, he would be approached by the retired commissioner to ensure his reformation into a productive member of society.
With the support of this father figure and mentor in his life, he would get into baking and eventually move from a part-time gig to full-time in a fancy establishment down in Brooklyn. It was good for a while; Cain had his family fed and situated somewhere cozier than a shitty apartment. He finally had a normal, crime-free life. Hell, he even had his own gas-guzzling 70's vintage Dodge Challenger that he had maintained. Though one day when his mentor visited the restaurant he was working at, a black van would roll up down the street of the building he had worked and would roll its window down, revealing two suited men that would draw out their weapons soon after and fire upon the retired police commissioner that had pulled him from the depths of poverty.
He would catch a couple of strays himself, furthermore finding out he was also grazed by a ricochet once the dust had settled. In that moment of realization, he felt powerless. He had been unable to do anything to save the man that had looked after him and took care of him and his family after his time in juvie. The NYPD would be out for blood, sure. But he needed to do something to avenge him. Picking out attire that reminded him of his time when he had robbed people, he planned on killing the men through the disguise of staging it as a robbery gone wrong. He contacted his old street friends, people from his unsavory past to gain knowledge of who they were and their frequent whereabouts. And so he did.
With a plan set and a gun bought off the street, he would pull it off with relative ease as he struck from the shadows of an alleyway. It was perfect, but he knew better than to risk staying. After all, he was out and about a few days prior, asking about where they frequented. With that, he set off with goodbyes to his family as he sold his car and took his journey, hopping off from bus to bus until he reached Kentucky. With the money he had at hand from selling his vintage car and whatever he had saved up, he had enough to set up his own bakery down somewhere in West Point called 'Puff Puff Pastries'.
- Goals:
Earn a large sum of money to get out of the States and to fully migrate his himself and his family someplace else.
Get his injuries checked out and healed.
Obtain a Michelin star in his Restaurant.
Avoid capture or death by the mob family that he had offended in New York.
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