John Gotti
John Iulius Gotti (a.k.a. Jonny Mars)
Physical Description
General Physical Condition
John is a body builder and is built like it.
Facial Features
John keeps himself clean-shaven, as facial hair pulls on his football helmet.
Apparel & Accessories
The football teams jackets are made of Kevlar, with leather over top. John wears a Guicci watch that Tony gave him when he left. John drives a black and chrome 2019 Lamborgini Diablo that his Grandfather bought him for his 16th birthday.
Mental characteristics
Personal history
John was born on a cloudy, windy night in Manhatten, on Halloween, 2002. His father sat with John's supposed father, comforting his "boss", and assuring him that his beloved, loyal wife and perfect son would be fine. Ramona Gotti-Veni, John's mother, prayed that the boy would be accepted by his "father", and that he would be known to his real father, Anthony Iulius Mars. She gave prayers to Aphrodite to understand her plight, and protect her and her son; Aphrodite answered.
John Gotti, the Teflon Don, accepted the child without question and named his bodyguard and closest confidant, Tony Mars, as the boy's Godfather, and gave his son the same baptismal name, Iulius. Jonny, as he became kwown, spent a lot of his childhood with family and never realized anything was wrong with it until the open investigation into the Gotti Empire by RICO made Jonny question his father's involvement in organized crime, about the time John jr was 10. By the time he was 12, John hardly saw his father anymore, and it was becoming fairly obvious that his family were making preparations to run. Uncle Tony bought him a Cell phone and linked it so that he could only call out to his mom or his uncle, and told him not to accept calls from numbers he didn't recognise. And he instructed Jonny that if he ever called and told him to "bug out" he was to make his way to one of a few, safe zones and wait for his Mom or his Uncle to come get him. The call to bug out came less than 3 months into the 2014-15 school year, John doesn't remember the exact date, but he was at school when it happened.
St Anne's Catholic School in Manhatten was was the middle schooler's residence during the week and it must've been a Wednesday or Thursday because he doesn't remember being bummed out like a Monday or Tuesday, nor excited for the weekend like on Friday, but his cell went off in class. Sister Sharon Clement was angry and asked him if he were going to answer that before she took it. He looked down to see the words "Uncle Tony" and a number on his phone. He answered, and after he said hello, he heard his uncle's voice say "Bug. Out. This isn't a drill Jonny, see you soon."
John flippantly flipped his phone to the nun and strode out of the room to her sputtering about the headmaster. He went to his locker, in his dorm, to grab his bugout bag, and was met by the Headmaster Cardinal Francis, Sister Sharon Clement and another nun, on his way out.
"Where do you think you are going?" inquired the Head.
"I'm sorry, Your Eminence,"John began and looked behind him toward the squeek of rubber on linolium, to see four of New York's Finest come round a distant corner and begin rapidly approaching. He turned back to the Cardinal and said "Look, I gotta go, I'm sorr..."
The headmaster grabbed the boy by the arm and inturrupted, "I think we need to wait for the authorities".
"I'm really sorry, I really am," pleaded John, to which the head asked "what are you sorry for, what did you do, boy?" John knocked the Cardinal's hand off his arm and then grabbed the gobsmacked priest by the back of the neck and the seat of his robe and swung him like a father airplane spins his child, 720 degrees and launched him down the hall towards the cops sending the five of them, cops and priest, sprawling in the hall. "That," shugged John.
He ran past the nuns, who made no move to stop him, but the head grabbed his radio and locked down the school, so by the time John reached the exit, it was magnetically locked. Thinking fast, John knew not to waste himself trying to overpower a magnetic lock, but if there was a greater threat in the school than out, they'd have to open the doors. He saw the cops coming down the hall and then he spied it, a little red box on the wall with a glass rod holding back a lever, the fire alarm. Quickly he dashed out of the doorway, across the wide hallway and to the shouts for him to stop eminating from the police and Cardinal, he pulled the fire alarm. The klaxston rang out brrrrriiiinnnnng brrrriiiinnnngg and fire retardant sprayed from the extinguisher system. With a loud buzz, the magnetically sealed doors to the outside and all the locked classroom doors sprung open and kids began pouring into the hall. John ran out in the confusion.
The 12 year old quickly stripped out of his uniform in a nearby alley and left it in a dumpster after putting on his track suit from his school bag. He then grabbed his lunch from his school bag and shouldered his bugout bag leaving the former in the alley, and headed for the safe house eating his high protein lunch. At 12-years-old, Jonny was 5 ft 8 in tall and weighed 170 lb, and was seriously looking at a career in the NFL. The point being that nobody questioned the youth as he walked then jogged through Manhatten to the safe house.
John made sure he was alone then entered into Tony's apartment, to be confronted by two of his father's goons.
"What the hell are you two morons doing here," he demanded, "where's Tony?"
"John?" the first said dumbly, John thought his name was Ricky.
"Yeah and your name is Prick." he returned, "Or weren't your names Neil and Bob or was that just what I caught you doing?"
"You mouthy little Fuck, said the larger of the two, a big, fat, piece of shit named Lonnie, and he took a slap at John, which caught him by surprise.
A moment later when the shock wore off Jonny said, "Touch me again asshole and I'll put your head through the wall." Jonny was near seeing red, deep inside he was praying to...who...the God of War, that the fat, POS would give him a reason. And his prayer was answered. The big man, rolled back a fist and swung a wild haymaker at John's head, while cussing about teaching him a lesson.
John, who had his Black Belt in Brazilian Jujitsu, easily ducked under the punch and as he came up on the other side his raised leg came down into the side of the grown-up's knee, popping the patula out of the socket. He then grabbed the rapidly falling fat guy, and shoved him headfirst into the plaster wall. The gyprock crumbled and there was a loud crack that couldv'e been a stud breaking, could've been a clavical breaking.
As he turned back towards the other he was standing just out of arms reach with a 9mm Berretta pointed at the boy. "Really?" questioned the boy.
Just then, the door flew in and the goon's head swung around to see the new threat. John leapt into action seeing the World slow with his adrenaline, and ramming his left hand between the hammer and the firing mechanism, he blocked the shot that was inevitable from the disarm, and twisted the weapon towards the goon's chest to break his grip on it. the gun came free in his hand, just as Tony had taught him and milliseconds later he was aiming it at the moron.
He contemplated shooting the dolt and had just decided not to, when two shots rang out and wet spray misted the young man.
All of a sudden, Tony was there, "Good job Jonny," he praised, "next time, no hesitation, now, kill that other one and lets get the fuck out of here, you hungry?"
Jonny, like he had done this a thousand times put two bullets into Lonnie's head and followed Tony down to his Bugatti. "Starved" he admitted as they left.
From the Bugatti they picked up Wendy's and met Mona on the plane. She was upset with Tony for taking him through a drive through like that, apparently the misting was blood and brains, that he was still covered in. He got cleaned up and never heard from his father again. Tony took them to Rome to the Venis (pronounced Veenees) and John met his maternal Grandparents for the first time. He loved them instantly. The Vinis, Mario and Sofia, treated the boy like a prince, and their daughter, John's mother like a returning queen. Tony disappeared and was never seen again, he said he had to lay low a while, and told John he had business in the Middle East.
When the Teflon Don finally went to prison in 2017, Mona burst into tears. Apparently, her husband was abusive, mentally and sexually, and she never thought they'd be free of him. On the 13th of March 2018, a suspected Scion of Ares named Brutus Reno, stabbed the Don to death in Rikers, with a sharpened toothbrush, while waiting for a trial on gun offenses, then sat calmly while the authorities arrested him. He plead guilty to murder in the second degree, and was sentenced to life in Ithica Maximum Security Prison. As they transfered him from Rikers Island to Ithica max, it is believed that the Russian Mob hit the transfer bus, killing two convicted bratva, three confidential informants,four guards and freed 18 dangerous criminals, all cutthroat murderers, none of whom have been recaptured.
John and his mother emigrated to Canada in Summer of 2018, and John was enrolled in public school for the first time in his life. In Sept he began at Gladstone Secondary School and immediately tried out for the football team, he became team captian the following year, in a 23-22 split with the other quarterback and the deciding vote cast by Alex Vulcan, whom John had gone out on a limb for in Grade 10 when she tried out for the football team and actually made it even though the other players were sexist little assholes whom Alex, John and Sven had to tune in a little.
He is one of the most popular boys in school, and never lacks for a date, though girls say he can be quiet and distant sometimes, like he's seen a war.
Tonight John is hanging out at the HIgh School Halloween Dance, and thinking about his Canadian citizenship test on Monday. The CFL has already approached him and Sven, but they both have to be Canadian citizens in order to be good starters, so, Monday.
John Gotti, the Teflon Don, accepted the child without question and named his bodyguard and closest confidant, Tony Mars, as the boy's Godfather, and gave his son the same baptismal name, Iulius. Jonny, as he became kwown, spent a lot of his childhood with family and never realized anything was wrong with it until the open investigation into the Gotti Empire by RICO made Jonny question his father's involvement in organized crime, about the time John jr was 10. By the time he was 12, John hardly saw his father anymore, and it was becoming fairly obvious that his family were making preparations to run. Uncle Tony bought him a Cell phone and linked it so that he could only call out to his mom or his uncle, and told him not to accept calls from numbers he didn't recognise. And he instructed Jonny that if he ever called and told him to "bug out" he was to make his way to one of a few, safe zones and wait for his Mom or his Uncle to come get him. The call to bug out came less than 3 months into the 2014-15 school year, John doesn't remember the exact date, but he was at school when it happened.
St Anne's Catholic School in Manhatten was was the middle schooler's residence during the week and it must've been a Wednesday or Thursday because he doesn't remember being bummed out like a Monday or Tuesday, nor excited for the weekend like on Friday, but his cell went off in class. Sister Sharon Clement was angry and asked him if he were going to answer that before she took it. He looked down to see the words "Uncle Tony" and a number on his phone. He answered, and after he said hello, he heard his uncle's voice say "Bug. Out. This isn't a drill Jonny, see you soon."
John flippantly flipped his phone to the nun and strode out of the room to her sputtering about the headmaster. He went to his locker, in his dorm, to grab his bugout bag, and was met by the Headmaster Cardinal Francis, Sister Sharon Clement and another nun, on his way out.
"Where do you think you are going?" inquired the Head.
"I'm sorry, Your Eminence,"John began and looked behind him toward the squeek of rubber on linolium, to see four of New York's Finest come round a distant corner and begin rapidly approaching. He turned back to the Cardinal and said "Look, I gotta go, I'm sorr..."
The headmaster grabbed the boy by the arm and inturrupted, "I think we need to wait for the authorities".
"I'm really sorry, I really am," pleaded John, to which the head asked "what are you sorry for, what did you do, boy?" John knocked the Cardinal's hand off his arm and then grabbed the gobsmacked priest by the back of the neck and the seat of his robe and swung him like a father airplane spins his child, 720 degrees and launched him down the hall towards the cops sending the five of them, cops and priest, sprawling in the hall. "That," shugged John.
He ran past the nuns, who made no move to stop him, but the head grabbed his radio and locked down the school, so by the time John reached the exit, it was magnetically locked. Thinking fast, John knew not to waste himself trying to overpower a magnetic lock, but if there was a greater threat in the school than out, they'd have to open the doors. He saw the cops coming down the hall and then he spied it, a little red box on the wall with a glass rod holding back a lever, the fire alarm. Quickly he dashed out of the doorway, across the wide hallway and to the shouts for him to stop eminating from the police and Cardinal, he pulled the fire alarm. The klaxston rang out brrrrriiiinnnnng brrrriiiinnnngg and fire retardant sprayed from the extinguisher system. With a loud buzz, the magnetically sealed doors to the outside and all the locked classroom doors sprung open and kids began pouring into the hall. John ran out in the confusion.
The 12 year old quickly stripped out of his uniform in a nearby alley and left it in a dumpster after putting on his track suit from his school bag. He then grabbed his lunch from his school bag and shouldered his bugout bag leaving the former in the alley, and headed for the safe house eating his high protein lunch. At 12-years-old, Jonny was 5 ft 8 in tall and weighed 170 lb, and was seriously looking at a career in the NFL. The point being that nobody questioned the youth as he walked then jogged through Manhatten to the safe house.
John made sure he was alone then entered into Tony's apartment, to be confronted by two of his father's goons.
"What the hell are you two morons doing here," he demanded, "where's Tony?"
"John?" the first said dumbly, John thought his name was Ricky.
"Yeah and your name is Prick." he returned, "Or weren't your names Neil and Bob or was that just what I caught you doing?"
"You mouthy little Fuck, said the larger of the two, a big, fat, piece of shit named Lonnie, and he took a slap at John, which caught him by surprise.
A moment later when the shock wore off Jonny said, "Touch me again asshole and I'll put your head through the wall." Jonny was near seeing red, deep inside he was praying to...who...the God of War, that the fat, POS would give him a reason. And his prayer was answered. The big man, rolled back a fist and swung a wild haymaker at John's head, while cussing about teaching him a lesson.
John, who had his Black Belt in Brazilian Jujitsu, easily ducked under the punch and as he came up on the other side his raised leg came down into the side of the grown-up's knee, popping the patula out of the socket. He then grabbed the rapidly falling fat guy, and shoved him headfirst into the plaster wall. The gyprock crumbled and there was a loud crack that couldv'e been a stud breaking, could've been a clavical breaking.
As he turned back towards the other he was standing just out of arms reach with a 9mm Berretta pointed at the boy. "Really?" questioned the boy.
Just then, the door flew in and the goon's head swung around to see the new threat. John leapt into action seeing the World slow with his adrenaline, and ramming his left hand between the hammer and the firing mechanism, he blocked the shot that was inevitable from the disarm, and twisted the weapon towards the goon's chest to break his grip on it. the gun came free in his hand, just as Tony had taught him and milliseconds later he was aiming it at the moron.
He contemplated shooting the dolt and had just decided not to, when two shots rang out and wet spray misted the young man.
All of a sudden, Tony was there, "Good job Jonny," he praised, "next time, no hesitation, now, kill that other one and lets get the fuck out of here, you hungry?"
Jonny, like he had done this a thousand times put two bullets into Lonnie's head and followed Tony down to his Bugatti. "Starved" he admitted as they left.
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From the Bugatti they picked up Wendy's and met Mona on the plane. She was upset with Tony for taking him through a drive through like that, apparently the misting was blood and brains, that he was still covered in. He got cleaned up and never heard from his father again. Tony took them to Rome to the Venis (pronounced Veenees) and John met his maternal Grandparents for the first time. He loved them instantly. The Vinis, Mario and Sofia, treated the boy like a prince, and their daughter, John's mother like a returning queen. Tony disappeared and was never seen again, he said he had to lay low a while, and told John he had business in the Middle East.
When the Teflon Don finally went to prison in 2017, Mona burst into tears. Apparently, her husband was abusive, mentally and sexually, and she never thought they'd be free of him. On the 13th of March 2018, a suspected Scion of Ares named Brutus Reno, stabbed the Don to death in Rikers, with a sharpened toothbrush, while waiting for a trial on gun offenses, then sat calmly while the authorities arrested him. He plead guilty to murder in the second degree, and was sentenced to life in Ithica Maximum Security Prison. As they transfered him from Rikers Island to Ithica max, it is believed that the Russian Mob hit the transfer bus, killing two convicted bratva, three confidential informants,four guards and freed 18 dangerous criminals, all cutthroat murderers, none of whom have been recaptured.
John and his mother emigrated to Canada in Summer of 2018, and John was enrolled in public school for the first time in his life. In Sept he began at Gladstone Secondary School and immediately tried out for the football team, he became team captian the following year, in a 23-22 split with the other quarterback and the deciding vote cast by Alex Vulcan, whom John had gone out on a limb for in Grade 10 when she tried out for the football team and actually made it even though the other players were sexist little assholes whom Alex, John and Sven had to tune in a little.
He is one of the most popular boys in school, and never lacks for a date, though girls say he can be quiet and distant sometimes, like he's seen a war.
Tonight John is hanging out at the HIgh School Halloween Dance, and thinking about his Canadian citizenship test on Monday. The CFL has already approached him and Sven, but they both have to be Canadian citizens in order to be good starters, so, Monday.
Gender Identity
John identifies as Male
Sexuality
John is hetrosexual, though he has zero homo/transphobia.
Education
John is finishing his senior year at Gladstone Secondary School, with a 4.0 GPA and a good potential football career.
Employment
John has never required to work, and thus has never had a job
Accomplishments & Achievements
John has been awarded a scholarship to the UBC Athletics Program and a contract with the BC Lions.
Mental Trauma
At 12 years old, John shot and killed a man, he did it to prove to himself that he could and has been haunted by it ever since. He doesn't know who to talk to about it, since Uncle Tony left, and he'll be damned if he will say anything to his government appointed psychiatrist.
Intellectual Characteristics
John is bright. A straight "A" student in the Humanities, John also scores low "A's" in the Sciences as well.
Taboos
John will not harm, nor allow others to harm, innocents.
Personality Characteristics
Savvies & Ineptitudes
John is a dead shot, a pro-level football quarterback, a 3rd-degree Black Belt in Brazilian Jujitsu, and has the personal integrity of a seal team leader, he wouldn't even break under waterboarding. John knows very little about the supernatural, or medicine and first aid.
Hygiene
John is an athlete, he showers at least twice a day.
Social
Contacts & Relations
John has contacts in the organized crime families of Italy and Sicily, and knows a few people in the Contract Soldier and Bodyguard fields
Social Aptitude
John is confident and gregarious. He is popular with both kids his age and their parents, as he is a good influence on staying in school, trying your best, and being gracious in defeat but especially in victory.
Mannerisms
John is mild mouthed and soft spoken, he prefers to let his actions speak for his beliefs, and his behavior is always honest to himself. John tries not to lie, especially to himself.
Wealth & Financial state
When John Gotti died, he left his estate to his son, and he had a pre-nuptual agreement with Mona. RICO claimed all of his assets in the USA, and Canada claimed his assets in that country, but he had countless other money in Swiss and Kayman Island bank accounts, and assets all over the world that were put in John Jr.'s name to protect them from International Racketeering Laws, that now leaves John with a good chance of owning property in any major city in the developed world.
Divine Classification
Pre-Visitation Scion
Current Location
Age
18
Date of Birth
October 31, 2002
Birthplace
Manhatten, New York, USA
Children
Pronouns
He/him
Gender
Male
Eyes
Brown
Hair
Brown
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Tanned
Height
191 cm (6 ft 3 in)
Weight
94 kg (210 lb)
Aligned Organization
Other Affiliations
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