Antonio "Tony" Valladucci lives in Detroit Michigan, a city well known to be past its glory days. In fact, its glory days had just passed when his grandparents were born. Which is a shame, because if they had married sooner maybe some things in Detroit might be different, maybe even better. Tony was born in and from Detroit, specifically its organized crime families his mother is a descendant of The Purple Gang and The Chicago Outfit. Decades earlier her birth would have heralded the absolute destruction of The Detroit Partnership and allowed The Purple Gang to attain control of the entire city. Now he lives in the bones of what could have been.
Tony wants to make Detroit his and worthy of being his all at once. He wants to take over all organized crime in the Michigan metropolis, set himself up as a rich industrialist philanthropist, and then use all this to force industry back to "his" city. Once he has done this he will officially take over as Mayor of Detroit. This will make him the undisputed ruler of Detroit, then he will sit back on his throne to survey his next conquest. Or at least that's how he sees it. He will kill, destroy, blackmail, bribe, racketeer, conspire, assault, or anything else to anyone or anything in his way to see his goal accomplished. The only thing he wouldn't do is die, because then what would be the point of it all?
Papa Fitzgerald was so proud of Tony, not like that schuck son-in-law of his. When the boy was 13 he showed him the family's true history, because Papa Fitzgerald believed Tony was the future of Detroit's dream, of his dream. He raised him to understand the legitimate business end of things, as well as the harsh realities of the secret world behind the scenes, or at least as best he could. Then came the day he died, Papa Fitzgerald no longer had the riches to leave his grandson wealthy, his daughter would be alright, but Detroit no longer held the wealth to spread around. Instead, he left him with a legacy; Detroit's Sugar House Legacy, a brilliantly crafted set of brass knuckles Tony had only ever seen Papa use once and thought of them as a holy relic. He isn't far from right, they hold the power of what that legacy stands for in them...
Grandma Colosimo, the quintessential Italian grandmother, who also descended from Al Capone's own Chicago Outfit. She dotes, she guilt trips, she overfeeds, the whole nine yards. She fell in love and married Papa Fitzgerald when she was young, they fight like cats and dogs and love each other like no other.
Papa Fitzgerald descended from Detroit's own Jewish-American organized crime gang, The Purple Gang. Sure, by the time he met his future wife the days of both gang's heights were long past, but he knew in another life they could have been the best thing to happen to Detroit. Alas...
Uncle Zerilli is not actually an uncle at all. He's not even really friendly enough to earn it as a nickname. "Uncle Zerilli" was kind of like Bif Tannen to Tony's mother as Lorraine Baines if Lorraine would've just shot Bif for trying and he knew it. Definitely fast frenemies.
Romantic love? Naw. Tony wants to get married and have a family, but mostly out of a sense of obligation due to his Roman Catholic upbringing. He's dated and slept with many women, and even been enamored for a time, but never truly in love. Honestly, Tony might not even realize he's harboring same-sex inclinations. He's never tried it, he likely wouldn't. Sure the Roman Catholic church no longer prohibits same-sex coupling, but his family would be very disappointed. No, Tony's greatest love was for Papa Fitzgerald and Grandma Colosimo. Those two have done more to show and receive Tony's love than anyone else.