It's not easy being the son of the recently deceased Johnny K. Gambino. Before my father was killed in the comfort of his own home, by the rebellious vampire Zhivago, Johnny was the world's richest most powerful man in all of Gaia. His company, G CORP, was behind all of Gaia's mysteries, plots, scandals, and celebrations. I, Gino Gambino, sole heir of G CORP and the Gambino fortune, am on a quest to find Zhivago, and end his reign of terror in Gaia once and for all. I suppose you've heard some things about me.. Skinny, weak, quiet, socially awkward, huge eyebrows.. those are but a few of the features people know me by. I'm not brave or strong, or street smart like my father was. Nor do I think I ever will be. But I know that when the time comes, I'll put on a game face, take my place as the owner of G CORP, and take care of the business that needs to be done. Until then, I'm searching for the vampire hideout where Zhivago is supposedly located.
With me is Edmund-- My father's best long term friend, Gaia's local bad a**, member of the G Team, and shop keeper of one of Durem's clothing store H&R Wesley. Edmund is a man of few words, but the words he does say, people tend to listen to closely. He's very wise and has tons of experience in battle and solving things. He's about 6'2, lean but muscular, dignified stance, auburn hair with a streak of gray in it, and his most famous feature; a cross-shaped scar on the right side of his forehead. If you take a look under his shirt, there's a large, gaping scar made by a vampire's slashing claws, also made by the one who scarred his face. My father wasn't the only one damaged by Zhivago. Apparently, my father, Edmund, and Zhivago go way back to when I was first born. Zhivago is as mysterious as they come. I don't know know much about him personally, but I know that he's the reason why both my parents are dead. I'm thankful to have Edmund by my side fighting for this cause to bring him down.
Traveling with us is the Overseer and Sentinel. Long story short, these two demigods raged in an epic battle consisting of over a thousand years. Good versus evil, Light versus Dark, all that good stuff. You know what these two immortals were fighting to the death about? An earthworm. A silly, pink, little earthworm. Because they abused their powers, they were punished to live on the earth of Gaia as homely bums, stripped of their powers and everlasting life. No one knew who they truly were, what their past was, the struggles and victories they'd had.. Nothing. It seemed that when they finally realized the value and simplicity of a regular life, did they gain their powers back, both changed for the better. Don't get me wrong, the Sen and Overseer still duke it out from time to time, but since the airship is so small and we don't want to risk crashing and falling to our fiery and painful death, the two have toned it down.
Finally, Gaia's warlock and fashionista, the glamorous Brennivin is helping us find our way and assist in any way he feels like. Brennivin can get a little annoying, mainly because we can't really understand anything he says in that accent of his. It's German, or Russian, or Scandinavian, or something weird like that. But fashion police or not, Brennivin is a good guy to have around. His heart is in the right place, I think. He gave Sen, Overseer and me some great new clothes to wear in replace of our rags, and fixed my hair after I attempted to cut it myself.
With me is Edmund-- My father's best long term friend, Gaia's local bad a**, member of the G Team, and shop keeper of one of Durem's clothing store H&R Wesley. Edmund is a man of few words, but the words he does say, people tend to listen to closely. He's very wise and has tons of experience in battle and solving things. He's about 6'2, lean but muscular, dignified stance, auburn hair with a streak of gray in it, and his most famous feature; a cross-shaped scar on the right side of his forehead. If you take a look under his shirt, there's a large, gaping scar made by a vampire's slashing claws, also made by the one who scarred his face. My father wasn't the only one damaged by Zhivago. Apparently, my father, Edmund, and Zhivago go way back to when I was first born. Zhivago is as mysterious as they come. I don't know know much about him personally, but I know that he's the reason why both my parents are dead. I'm thankful to have Edmund by my side fighting for this cause to bring him down.
Traveling with us is the Overseer and Sentinel. Long story short, these two demigods raged in an epic battle consisting of over a thousand years. Good versus evil, Light versus Dark, all that good stuff. You know what these two immortals were fighting to the death about? An earthworm. A silly, pink, little earthworm. Because they abused their powers, they were punished to live on the earth of Gaia as homely bums, stripped of their powers and everlasting life. No one knew who they truly were, what their past was, the struggles and victories they'd had.. Nothing. It seemed that when they finally realized the value and simplicity of a regular life, did they gain their powers back, both changed for the better. Don't get me wrong, the Sen and Overseer still duke it out from time to time, but since the airship is so small and we don't want to risk crashing and falling to our fiery and painful death, the two have toned it down.
Finally, Gaia's warlock and fashionista, the glamorous Brennivin is helping us find our way and assist in any way he feels like. Brennivin can get a little annoying, mainly because we can't really understand anything he says in that accent of his. It's German, or Russian, or Scandinavian, or something weird like that. But fashion police or not, Brennivin is a good guy to have around. His heart is in the right place, I think. He gave Sen, Overseer and me some great new clothes to wear in replace of our rags, and fixed my hair after I attempted to cut it myself.
