Born: 1909
Academy: 1926 Age 17
RIP: age 29
Embraced: 1938
Depression: 1929
WW2: 1941
History:
Octavian was born in 1909 an only child. His family was upper class, and he grew up learning the typical American dream views. America the Free. America the Great. Granted, there was still heavy racism in the south but he was a born yankee and held that proudly.
He joined the Police Academy in 1926 at the age of 17. His desire, to help make America what it was destined to be. Truly free, and truly great.
Three years later he was a detective in New York City, and was honestly thinking of leaving the PD to work on his own. Then the Stock Market fell, and with it the Great Depression. Having a settled job, he choose to stick to it.
((1931 parents die in a train accident))
Over the next several years he made it up the chain to Detective Sergeant, but his flame was dieing. His heart destroyed. This Depression had shown him what America truly was…just another place: corrupted, rotted, greedy. Every man like any other, even most of the cops had sold out. Alcohol was illegal, and every cop drank. This job you had to. It was the only thing that kept one sane.
Mid 1937, he was demoted back to street cop, dawning once again that cop uniform he hadn’t worn in 9 years.
He struggled on however, apathetic to everything. Children stealing, mafia buying out everyone, killing those who couldn’t be bought. There wasn’t a point anymore, no true justice.
The apathy only held up for so long though, and when it left he fell. Hard. He was close to being evicted from his rotted apartment. He had no family, no friends. His life had been his work for so long, and now he hated it. Hated it for what it stood for, hated it for what it was, hated it for him working there for so long.
November 17, 1937 he was playing his favorite game of that time, Russian Roulette. Turn, pull, CLICK, long drink. Turn, pull, CLICK, long drink. Turn…
And there he was, in the shadows. A man with dashing blue eyes stepped out. Handsome, well dressed. They talked for some time, and this man introducing himself as Mickey Blue Eyes told him he could take away the pain. Well the pain he held now.
Octavian kinda sneered at this, and went to pull the trigger once more. But then Mickey disappeared. Throughout a month Octavian saw a lot of Mickey, who had a thing as referring him to Johnny the Face. Mafia, guy was obviously mafia. Probably wanted to buy him out. Help him in some way, then later on ask for fees. Made sense, very likely. Terms Blue Eyes, the Face, gave it away. But through it all, the Face, ended up befriending Blue Eyes.
Octavian Johannes (Jonny the Face) only saw Mickey at night, not a problem since he was mafia. Funny thing was, Jonny couldn’t pull up anything on this guy. Probably why he hung out with him so long. Then it happened, Octavian was pulling his shift and was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Maybe there was no “right” place to be…but there the car was, rolling down it’s windows. Spray of bullets, and he flew back, crashing onto the street. Kinda strange how Mickey showed up shortly after.
Mickey had that smile he’s got through everything. He said some smart ass comment on how wasn’t he glad he didn’t let Octavian shoot himself that year ago. Then he told him, “That offa still stands coppa.” He smirked. Take away the pain he had. And reluctantly Octavian agreed.
Next few years “Mickey Blue Eyes” showed him the ropes, taught him and so on. Jonny, formally Octavian, was a quick learner…but it took him a long time to adjust. After being presented to the Prince, Mickey disappeared. Jonny went in search for him, and after 20 years finally found out what had happened. The sabbat.
Jonny had been forced to leave New York after his embrace and moved west to Chicago. It turned out that where he had grown up was merely a place that Mickey had been sent to watch. Jonny had been a potential that the sabbat was looking at, and Mickey decided he’d take him instead. Well that pissed off the pack that was going after Jonny, and things unfolded as they did.
That left Jonny in the service of the Prince. The Prince sent him on certain tasks that he did, until 15 years ago when through the sewers a rumor was passed to him. Mickey Blue Eyes was alive, and had fled to Canada.