A short ,stocky italian man with a chip on his shoulder the size of Chicago
Vincent antioco salazar was born in 1943 to an aspiring boxer and part time enforcer and a night club singer. As a kid growing up in a rough Chicago neighborhood he idolized the men that would come see his dad before a fight. Cadillacs and nice clothes, beautiful women and respect.He wanted these things and knew that to get them he had to earn them. he started training at the same gym as his dad. at first boxing was a great thing in his life he learned quickly and was rising through the league when a citywide title shot came his way. An hour before the match his father and some of his “business associates” came to tell him that the match was fixed. He was to go down in round 5 and they would double the purse for the bout. He knew that quick fists and a strong jaw could take you far but a strong crew and good connections could take you to the top. Swallowing his pride he agreed to there terms and threw the match. After that he was muscle for the giancana family. Not wanting to be a simple soldier he started learning the culture and cultivating friendships with the “Made Men” of the family. In 1963 at the request of his capo he killed his first victim, an informant for the I.R.S. After making his bones Vinnie’s star was on the rise with the outfit. Later being made a bodyguard of Sam “The Cigar” Giancana the boss of the Chicago area he continued to be a trigger man and enforcer. Giancana took a liking to Vinnie seeing him as a very capable and loyal soldier. Vinnie looked up to Giancana. In 1968 Sam had to flee to Mexico to avoid prosecution by the F.B.I. he placed Vinnie in charge of day to day operations as his Consigliere. For five years Vinnie had his dream. Acting as the boss he made large changes in policy while still respecting Giancana’s rule. The upswing in vice activities and the violent way he dealt with competitors gave him a reputation as a hardcase as well as bringing in more revenue than anyone but him expected. This was a blessing and a curse. With Sam out of town and Vinnie running things so smoothly the idea of placing Vinnie in charge permanently was brought forward. At the same time Giancana was arrested in Mexico by a joint operation of the Mexican police and the F.B.I. When Giancana was extradited he turned states evidence on Vinnie and the outfit. In fear of the problems that could be caused by Giancana the heads of the families set Vinnie the task of eliminating him. Giancana still had many loyal soldiers and Vinnie knew the task was going to be tough. He started by taking out his soldiers one by one. Ambushing Mad Dog Destafano in his garage, killing another at his church. These actions brought the attention of the police and the F.B.I. Finding himself on the run he fled to a place he figured no one could find him. The only time he ever had fun with his old man, a camping trip to the pine barrens in jersey, a cabin on the lake. In the middle of February no one was around in the harsh weather. Vinnie settled in for a long wait to let some heat die down. Two weeks in a blizzard hit, in the middle of the storm a truck drove down the trail the wind and thunder hiding the sound, the blinding snow hiding the sight. three men got out one holding a shot gun, the other two with pistols. the driver reached in to the truck and grabbed a gas can with some rags and lit it tossing it at the cabin. Vinnie awoke to the sound of flames,knowing he had just seconds he grabbed his pistol and ran to the window. As he reached the window it was blown out by a shotgun blast, he felt the glass cut his face and fell to the ground. Crawling to the bed he flipped it over for cover and leveled his pistol at the window. As he waited another flaming can came through the window and he knew he was screwed. Accepting the fact that he was probably going to die he let anger take over and charged the door of the cabin. Luck was with him, just as he made it to the door it was kicked open and he tackled the man before he could fire.They tumbled into the snow and began to struggle for the shotgun. Vinnie had just seconds before the others arrived. He released the shot gun and let the guy have a quick one-two, as he dropped Vinnie grabbed his double barrel and put a shot into him. Looking around for the other’s he fled to the woods as he tried to find cover. Barefoot, in just a pair of pants he knew he did’nt have time to mess around. Sneaking to the pathway he got the drop on one of the hitters and shot him in the back. As he ran for the pistol he heard a click behind him coming from the truck.“Hands up kid” said a voice that made his blood run cold, his father stepped out of the truck pistol trained on him. “Should’nt have tried to be more than you are” Said his father, as he stepped forward. “Pops we don’t have to do this, just come with me and we’ll run Chicago between us” “Sorry kid this is the way things are”. As he raised his pistol Vinnie charged, the gun went off sending a bullet into Vinnie’s stomach, as he reached his father he started swinging with everything he had. Punches flew between them Vinnie screaming in pain and rage over the betrayal, letting every slight and insult ever suffered fuel his rage he struck again and again. The gun went off twice more, striking him once in the leg and missing once. With a final blow Vinnie knocked him to the ground and collapsed on top of him. The rage that suffused him would not leave.Clamping his hand’s around his father’s throat he strangled him to death. In agony, Vinnie began to crawl toward the truck determined to make it to a hospital. Revenge, that was all he had left on his mind. As he crawled a pair of boots appeared in front of him. Looking up he saw a weather beaten face surrounded by dark straight hair staring down at him. “You will die before you reach help” the man said, in a voice as cold as the blizzard wind. “Help me out and I’ll make you a rich man” said Vinnie. “Why do you want to live?” asked the man. “I got people to make pay for this mess, I’ve been betrayed and that’s not gonna stand”. “I offer you a choice, Vincent Antioco Salazar, die here and go on to your rewards or die here and continue on to revenge”. “What do you mean? Die and continue on?How do you know my name?”Vinnie asked. "That is not important right now, you have little time make your choice. “I want to get that bastard, whatever i got to do.” “Then prepare your self,Vincent, your life ends and begins anew now”. with these words he embraced Vinnie. His next three months where filled with learning, although his sire never revealed his name he taught Vinnie what he knew of Kindred society and the night. After this time his sire left without a word. Left to his own devices Vinnie made his way back to Chicago. Using his new powers Vinnie quickly took his revenge on Sam Giancana but time had passed and his crew was spread around. Realizing that Chicago was going to be to hot for him Vinnie traveled for years as a problem solver and triggerman all over the country for the families. Wanting to start his own legacy among the families Vinnie looked for a ripe area to claim. Hearing of Knoxville and it’s prime location he headed down. Finding little organized crime in the city, he hopes to take over the rackets he has such experience with soon.