Wilson Fisk
The Kingpin
Location: In his office.
Company: Alone.
Status: Passive.
OOC: .....
The tall white sky scraper stood out like a rich beacon in the midst of the New York City skyline. Fisk Towers was home to the infamous Wilson Fisk. To many a simple business man who brought wealth to the city. To others... he was the untouchable Kingpin of Crime. The man who ran the city's crime ring, and kept well out of the legal binds of the law.
Wilson Fisk was a tall man with a bald head and a girth that most would consider him to be morbidly obese. In truth, only a small fraction of the man's body contained fat. The rest was pure muscle, and could be compared to that of a sumo wrestler. Always clothed in highly expensive white suits with a diamond pin around his collar. A cigar in one hand, and his diamond topped walking stick. Usually found in public galleries or events. Fund raisers and business callas. And, more often than not, he could be found sitting behind his very large and very expensive desk. Sitting comfortably in the large, extravagant office on the very top floor of his white tower. A large wall sized window behind him, overlooking nearly the entirety of the city below him.
It was business as usual for the Kingpin. And like Blackstone, Fisk had yet to notice that the city had changed dramatically. No doubt that when he did realize the newest editions to the city though... he would be taking full advantage of it.
