Anthony Salvatore Marconi (a.k.a. Switch)
Description
Switch looks like he was born behind the wheel of a hotwired Plymouth. Tall, wiry, and twitchy, he moves like he’s got somewhere better to be—even when he doesn’t. He wears oil-streaked denim, carries a socket wrench in one back pocket and a stiletto knife in the other. Grease under his nails, motor oil in his blood, and trouble in his grin.Personality
Sharp, loud, and mean when cornered. Switch is quick to joke, quicker to jab, and doesn’t believe in luck—only angles. He’s the Bulls’ best driver and worst liar, and while he likes showing off, he’s at his most dangerous when quiet. He sees the gang as a stepping stone, not a family, and his loyalty has a timer on it.Habits
Flips his switchblade open and shut while talking Talks to engines like they’re women he’s trying to charm Refuses to walk anywhere—if it don’t roll, it ain’t worth it Keeps a metal flask filled with something brown and sharpHooks & Angles
Claims to have raced for money down on State, but no one’s seen it May have Veil connections—he keeps etching strange symbols into his wrench Owes someone in the Five Fives a favor he refuses to talk about Planning a getaway job—might take one Bull with him, might leave them all behind
Year of Birth
1930 CE
23 Years old
Birthplace
Bridgeport, Chicago
Children
Eyes
Dark green, always moving
Hair
Black, slicked back with motor oil and prayer
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Grease-smudged, angular face with a long scar across the chin
Height
5'10"
Weight
158 lbs.
Belief/Deity
Lapsed Catholic, superstitious
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