Cruiser wasn't born in a good family. Well, not in a bad one either. They were respectful people. The kind that takes care of each other. The very, very protective kind. Some might even say dangerously so, but who has a right to judge?
His father's name was Tony Corsari. And there is a reason he says "was". The guy is six feet under, if you catch my drift. Can't really say he didn't see it comin', it was one of the risks of the trade. Cruiser don't much like to speak of him, but well, here goes. He was the first Compare of Don Rosario Varano, one of the biggest fatass mafia bosses in Seattle of the last decade. His job was to stay behind him, look stern, whisper in his ear from time to time and shoot a couple of rounds in the ones who didn't want to listen. Practically a glorified bodyguard. Cruiser hated his guts. Oh, don't get him wrong, this is not one of those stories where the father is abusive or absent. He was always there for Cruiser. Money wasn't really an issue, and he was good enough to provide him with whatever the hell he needed, school books, bikes, cars, weapons... He sure wasn't overprotective, but this doesn't mean he didn't love Cruiser. No, the reason he hated him was that look in his eyes. That rapt glare when he looked up at the fucking Don. Reverence, for fuck's sake. Like he was a saint or something. Like they weren't a bunch of goddamn mafiosi. Cruiser doesn't mean to complain, he ate on mafia money, and slept, and he's still not the most legally righteous person out there. But if you're gonna be a piece of shit, at least act like one. His father was ecstatic when he finally came of age. Now he could finally work for Don Varano, now he could finally be part of his father's world. And Cruiser complied. There's not much one can do when he's the son of one of the most influential Compari of Don Rosario fucking Varano. So he started driving clean looking, shit filthy, god forsaken mafiosi around town. He fixed their stuff, drove their cars, even shot a couple of guys for them, not gonna lie . It was a job. The first time Cruiser killed someone? He felt nothing. All that romantic crap about the first killing being hard, that it gets easier after a couple more, it's all bullshit. A human being is like a machine, you shoot them, they break, they stop working. As easy as that. They called him the Cruiser, for his ability to search and destroy. He had his deal of fun, but there were times when he really hated the job. like when they sent them to this family that owed the Don a shitload of money. One former Compare, he was supposed to move the money from one place to another, and he got hit by some Runners. They stole everything and killed the guy, so then the family had to pay it back, with interest. The poor devil had three kids, only one of them who could work, so the mother had to sell her body, and even the small kids took to the street, selling drugs and stuff... one of those tragedies like you see on the Trid. Anyways, they had to collect the money, but of course they had less than they promised and Cruiser had to threaten and hurt... it was painful business. Cruiser wasn't saying he wanted to be there for the little guy and that he should do the righteous thing and all that hippie superhero crap. But there's a limit to the shitty things one should do. Violence is fun and all, but it gets tiring. So it was that, while his partner was beating the mother, you know, to "get the point across", one of the little kids came at Cruiser with a steak knife and plunged it into his right thigh, the little shit. He immediately went numb. The sharp pain of the knife mixing with the sight of the kids determined, fierce face sent him into shock. Cruiser's partner, a very big, very stupid orc, saw that and acted quickly, throwing his big army knife right through the kid's chest, killing him on the spot. Beating the woman had aroused him and the blood lust was twisting his face in a crazed smile. Cruiser took out his pistol and shot him through his thick bushy eyebrows. He can still remember his stupid, surprised and slightly annoyed face as he thumped to the ground with a crack of his huge skull hitting wood. Cruiser stood up, emptied his wallet on the coffee table and left. That night he fled from his home. Cruiser went to a street doctor he trusted by the name of Esther Anaba Half-Moon. She had always been kind to him and even that time, she patched his shallow wound without asking questions. That's when he spent most of the money he had left in physical enhancements. He laid low for a while, not knowing what to think about what he had done. Little did Cruiser know that while he was hiding and brooding about morality and all that crap, his problems would solve themselves nice and clean. The Varano family was caught in a sudden war with another family of mobsters. They were all killed, including Cruiser's father. He moved around a lot, hiding from them, scared that they were looking for him, wanting to purge the whole city of the Varano cluster. He stopped using his full name and went only by Cruiser. Esther would find him small jobs, mostly driving people around, moving shady cargo. He got his own place in Downtown Seattle with some cars and some toys. He is now trying to forget his past and make a dent in the underworld as a Shadowrunner. |
Cruiser's myriad of drones and skill with a wide variety of conveyances make him extremely important for surveillance and getaway driving.
Cruiser digitally drew Wyrine's Matrix persona and his own character above - more of the cast will be posted soon, contact him with the button below!