JOHNMARCONE
John Marcone
Dresden Files
Johnnie
Eric Rutherford
40
August 15, 1979
Leo
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Male
Homosexual
Human
Single
American (Italian/Irish)
Catholic
Finished high school
Mob boss, freeholding Baron
Chicago, Illinois
Chicago, Illinois
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QUICKSTATS
6'0"
Toned, athletic
Greying
Old dollar bill green
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Right
Reading
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Johnnie is a veritable
battle ground of scars!
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• Johnnie has a wide collection of scars, thanks to a long and often violent life. One of the most prominent is along the back of his left hand, from the surgical reconstruction of a severe break he got as a young man (generously doled out with a tire iron from another man in the Business).
• As a much younger man, Johnnie went through a phase of being self conscious about the premature grey in his hair– but over the years, he’s come to like the salt and pepper look.
He isn’t much for vanity, he just doesn’t have the time!
Since meeting Harry, Marcone wouldn’t mind being taller. At 5′9″ he’s neither tall, not short… But Harry positively towers over him. And it’s hard to glare satisfyingly at someone who was to look down… down… down at you!
(He still manages. It just takes more effort.)
• Johnnie’s writing tends to be rather flat, with few (if any) embellishments. It’s spiky without being cramped; and his signature is notoriously difficult to forge, simply because there are so few rises and falls, and people tend to add too many flourishes.
• As the oldest man in the family, John has found himself filling the role that should have gone to his father.
His sister, Sophia was the first to get married, and when she asked him to walk her down the aisle he was a bit choked up. Of course, he said yes.
• John is a damn good pool player.
Sometimes prospective business partners choose rough parts of the city for meetings, hoping to throw off the Don. Only to discover (usually three games and several bets down) that he’s perfectly comfortable with a beer and a pool table… while his would-be partners try to figure out how he just banked that impossible shot!
(And yes yes, fine, of course they’ll agree to 15 percent…)
• Usually John is the sort of man to push himself to stay awake in a strange place. But due to work, and the strange hours that come with it, John has gotten very good at sleeping in the back of his car (intentionally), and his desk (unintentionally).
But the absolutely strangest? In his 20s, he fell asleep in the truck of a car, his hands and feet tied together. (He wouldn’t recommend it for comfort!)
THESHIPS
Selectively shipping.. Johnnie is a difficult man!
/Harry
/Bob
/Thomas
TRIGGERWARNINGS
May include, but not limited to
violence
trauma
criminal activity.
BIOGRAPHY
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† FRANK - father
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† ROSE - mother
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† THOMAS - 43 (19)
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† MICHAEL - 42 (22)
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JOHNNIE - 40
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JENNIFER (JENNIE) - 40
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SOPHIA - 39
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IAN - 38
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DAVID - 37
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NICOLE - 35
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JOSEPH - 34
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† SARAH - 32 (13)
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LAURA - 31
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ANTHONY - 30
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MARIA - 28
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HENRY - 27
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† deceased
Born to an Italian father and an Irish mother, John was the third born (though his sister was always quick to remind him that eight minutes was next to nothing!) He grew up in a busy Chicago tenement block, with wash lines strung between windows, and dozens of other children. Most of the men worked at the steel mills, until the layoffs started.
Even as a young boy, Johnnie was smart– a savvy boy that always seemed to know when there wasn’t going to be enough to go around, even when his parents tried to keep their worries from the children. But when you have sixteen people, and only four bedrooms, it was hard to keep anything secret.
When Johnnie was eleven, his oldest brother began working for some shady people– Thomas was determined to make his own way, determined to help, and grow up too fast. His parents were furious… But despite their best efforts, they couldn’t stop him.
Even at the time, Johnnie knew that Thomas wasn’t just delivering newspapers, (though ‘Buzzy’ di Megelio did own the news stand).
By the time Johnnie was 16, his oldest brother had been found dead, and Michael was moving his way up the ladder. There was never quite enough to go around, and so when Michael asked if Johnnie wanted to earn a little extra, he agreed.
It was through sheer stubborn will that Johnnie finished high school– he held up against the haters and naysayers, and the pressure to leave. He and Jennie made their parents so proud, and set the bar higher for their younger siblings.
Unfortunately, eight weeks later, he and Michael were caught red-handed by the police, delivering a condemnable quantity of cocaine. Michael plead guilty, and swore that Johnnie knew nothing. Better, he’d explained, that only one of them go away for it.
With one son dead, and the other in jail, Johnnie’s parents begged him to do something better with his life. Jennie had gotten a scholarship to study Journalism, but for all his brains, Johnnie didn’t think he’d fit well in a university. Running across a military recruitment officer was simply coincidence… But it was an option. And with no idea what else to do, Johnnie enlisted.
Had things gone differently, it might have been a good life for him. John did well in the military, making contacts and meeting people. He was scrappy and determined, with a stubborn temper and a slanted but firm morality that his commanding offers approved of.
Not long before his nineteenth birthday, John received word of his father’s death. With ten children still at home, he knew his mother could never support them all alone. So he arranged for his own very early retirement, and returned to Chicago.
Michael was out of jail by then, and perhaps it was no surprise that the brothers found work with the Vargassi family. Johnnie refused to work for the mills, slaving away until he was old and bent, and died young– that wouldn’t be his life.
His family would never have to scrape by again. He’d make sure of that.
(It was at this time that he began using the name Marcone, as did Michael. It was better than way, a layer of protection between their lives, and their family).
Two years later, Michael was jailed again– and ran into several men with a grudge against the Vargassi’s. He held on for almost a week before succumbing to his injuries.
By slow, bloody, clever inches, John worked his way up the ladder. He had the contacts, the wits, and the stubborn determination to stay alive in the shark tank. And when the existing Outfit finally fell apart, he stepped up to fill the power vacuum. At thirty-five, he was the undisputed power in the city.
His surviving siblings know who he is, and some of what he does. And he’s made good on his promise– putting them through university, and making sure they had the sort of options and opportunities their parents only wished they could give them.
Many of them have left Chicago, starting fresh in new places. He managed to keep them out of the Life… And he thinks his parents would be proud of that. Even if they would hate the things he’s done.
