Gregori Parlem

Gregori (let's call him Greg) Parlem was born to a broken family, his single mother taking three jobs just to survive. She slept six hours every night, then worked her first job from 5am to 11am. Her second job started at 12pm until 6pm, then she'd work the night shift at a sister location to her first job from 7pm until 3am. Because of the psychotically busy schedule, Greg had to learn how to live entirely on his own from age 11 until he was 33. After he went to school, if it was a Tuesday of the first week of the month (just before the paychecks came in but as the food ran out) he'd have to figure out his own way to satiate his hunger and thirst. Things weren't like they are now, schools serving lunches to kids was unheard of.

In-order to survive, Greg had used his natural charisma to... Well, let's just say that there's even more money to be made from pedophilic pimping than the average politician makes.

Don't get me wrong, it's a horrible way to earn money, but it paid enough for him to save up for his own future, where he wouldn't have to be so workaholic as his mother.

When Gregori turned 15, his friends and "product" in the business warmed up to him greatly. He did his best to humanize them, so long as they obeyed and listened. And it worked. In another twenty years he'd go on to amass a fortune incomparable in stature, and the "Parlem" family would carry a massively different meaning.

The humble and putrid beginnings of the Parlem family had a very basic hierarchy to keep all things efficient. Gregori had two male and two female officers, a "Bitch Counter", who kept the pimping in line. Despite Gregori's age, this woman (originally a gal named Lauren) was a tad older. She needed money, he could provide. It was basically babysitting anyway...

His second female officer was Treyna, a gal who made even the hardiest of men shiver in their boots. To say she was a brawler was a fucking understatement... Her body was so absurdly toned she was allowed on the Wrestling team in an era where women couldn't play sports, if that gives you any idea. She was in-charge of muscle operations, and by god, no one would argue.

His accountant and subterfuge (legal) operative was a smart, but sarcastic fuckface of a man named Benny. Benny seemed normal, just another stereotypical smart kid with glasses, unless you knew that he had been living alone since he was 12 years old using his dead father's ID to play the stock market for years. Then, you'd be more worried. Benny was a snide man, even as a kid, but rarely was he wrong in matters he understood.

And last we mention Andrew. Andrew was a transvestite, and operated as the eyes and ears of the Family. He'd coordinate with the "bitches" in-order to find out exactly what was happening in the streets, in rival gangs, and the current coordinations of the cops. Despite a simple job, everyone respected and valued Andrew.

For the next 20 years, they'd build an empire out of the Parlem name. And although the late Mrs. Parlem, who died of overexertion in her 40s, did not approve? She was proud her son made something of himself, even without her ability to help.

Now, the Parlem family is a fairly enormous syndicate with Gregori at the helm.