Arthur "Artie" Cade

Aliases: Boss Cade, Artie
Date of Birth: April 1, 1905
Place of Birth: Topeka, Kansas USA
Age: 42
Known family: Clive Cade (father, deceased), Nancy Cade (mother, deceased) Laura Cade (surrogate daughter) 


Hair: Red
Eyes: Green
Height: 4'10"
Weight: 82.5 lbs
Legal Status: Adult
Affiliation: Villain
Occupation: Gangster
Powers: 

-Inventor of sorts: Having a father who helped develop technology throughout the Great War, Arthur grew up with a keen interest in technology and the development of it. His current most profitable area of illegal activity is reinventing firearms, to deadly effect.


-Business strategist: Using Coney Island as one of his chief fronts for his mob activities, along with various clubs in New York City, Artie is able to run any number of things smoothly through the underworld and out onto the streets while also making sure the right politicians and cops are paid off to turn the other way.

Abilities:

-Excellent marksman



-A "talent for torment" as is whispered around town



Weapons:



-Cane: Artie's maiming from a while back resulted in him requiring the use of a cane, and it contains both a short sword in the length of it and a pistol in the crook.


-His mind: Arguably his best weapon. Whether he uses it to frighten you, get to you so you'll falter or just break you down with what he might say to you, letting him sweet talk you may end worse for you than a gun to the head. 


Personality:
Artie was normally a fairly collected, calculating man. Not much rattles him though now, lurking beneath the surface, is a sort of bloodlust and rage that has to be let out every now and again. This tends to take the form of violent outbursts of madness before being capped away either after a corpse is created or when he manages to get a hold of himself, the latter being more rare. He is meticulous in the way he deals with all aspects of his life, whether it be criminal activities or the legitimate faces of his various businesses. Not one piece of information passes without his knowledge, and if it does he has already prepared for that eventuality. Growing up with a very distant father is one of the contributing factors to Artie's general calculating temperament, and the angry outbursts that often sprinkle themselves in.
Typically a very determined man, Artie occasionally hides behind his hired muscle if a situation becomes too sticky. Thankfully for his constant planning ahead, he is often prepared enough to either stand up for himself or the adversary can be easily bought, both situations keeping his hidden cowardice at bay. Most often if Artie's rage takes over, he is either quick and methodical in his violence or he will subject victims to the cavernous underbelly of Coney Island which is filled with all manner of experimental devices of torture and of course the Atlantic is an excellent spot for hiding any number of mangled bodies. Boss Cade is well known throughout the criminal underworld as being capable of horrifying cruelty. It would be best to pay what you owe.


History: 
Born to Clive and Nancy Cade in Kansas, Arthur or Artie as he came to be called had a fairly isolated childhood. His father was a technician serving during the First World War and helped create many of the weapon innovations that helped gain victory. The most impressive was his hand in inventing the depth charge, which of course still sees use today. All of this time spent inventing and playing at war did not lend Clive much time with his unplanned, small, sickly son. As such, Artie saw little of his father in his younger years, tending mostly to his studies or spending as much time away from the house as possible, sometimes finding himself at various steel mills and examining the technology before being thrown out. His mother never offered much comfort either, usually keeping entirely to herself or sobbing in one of the other rooms away from, well...anything.
One of Artie's first lessons in violence was from his uncle, whose very existence does not seem to exist on any file. He kept a pig farm and once, when drunkenly spouting off about the horrors of war, he took Artie into the barn and strung up one of the pigs. He proceeded to show the boy lethal and wound points on the animal with a utility knife. Artie was ten.

Thankfully, Artie was a bright student and excelled at school, eventually able to move to New York City on his own to attend the College of Mt. St. Vincent for business. During this time, Artie's father became continuously irrational at home, sending letters to Artie at college telling him that he couldn't stand having not known his son, that he had better come home or he'd blow Nancy's head off. This was the last straw for the boy. First it was being ignored, then it was demanding his attention forcefully. Enough was too much. Artie's studious mind gave way to let the rage that had been building in him for so long come out.
The first recorded charge filed against Arthur Cade was for the theft of a New York City taxi cab. A case had been built against the young man, but with no concrete evidence, that he had pulled the driver out of the vehicle and driven it to the railway, abandoning it nearby. Within the next three days, upon Artie's return, both Clive and Nancy Cade had been discovered dead in their home, stabbed to death in several areas. But again, no concrete evidence had been presented to confirm that Artie had anything to do with the crime. After serving small time in jail and paying a fine which took most of his funds he had saved up for furthering his college education, Artie took to working with a few of his fellow prior inmates running weapons in and out of New York City.

Over time, this turned into a very profitable business given Artie's intensely detailed knowledge of the underbelly of the city. Pairing up with one of the higher up mob bosses in town, Boss Karlo Briggs, Artie and his crew eventually became Briggs' go-to men and Artie was given leave to use his experience in business school to offer advisement as to where Briggs should buy up. His best suggestion turned out to be Coney Island, the amusement park turning out to be a perfect legitimate and family friendly face for the mob. Little did Briggs or his constituents suspect, but Artie had begun to set up a home away from home for himself underneath the park.
The outbreak of the Second World War turned much of Briggs' mob activities sour, as resources became increasingly difficult to obtain with most of it going toward the war effort and many of the members of the mob were shipped off with the draft. In his spare time, Artie was a contract killer and excellent marksman, thanks to his ability to modify weaponry. It was during this stint that he was hired for a 24 hour contract, to kill the Bertinelli's, a simple job he did not pay much mind to. And it paid well. Still later that same year he was contracted, among others in his line of work, to search a designated area of the tundra for an escaped...patient of some kind, called X-23. During that particular tracking run, Artie had brought several of his own men from the gang with him and was escorted by a member of the Weapon X program to assist in identifying the young girl if they indeed found her.
And find her they did.
She came upon them like a furious storm, and took out all but Weapon X's man and Artie himself. Artie sustained a slash to his face, which resulted his horrible scarring on one side. But he turned the situation around. What a perfect killing machine this kid was. It struck something in Artie, both a wicked desire to use her abilities for himself and the thought that clearly she'd been through a lot. And no kid is someone's plaything. Even he had standards. He offered the girl the Weapon X man at gunpoint, telling her she could do what she wanted to him in exchange for his own life. The girl carved up the agent, and Artie offered to take her back with him, tossing his weapons into the snow. She agreed and the two have been close ever since. He will use her to intimidate others, but given her preference to not kill, rarely will he ask her to. Given the wound on his face that Laura inflicted upon him, he is known to wear a pair of spectacles with a mask attached to hide his exposed muscle and sinew. Since that event, Cade has gone on the defensive and has mostly kept to himself, for both of their sakes, save for his dealings with his lover of sorts, Barbara Minerva, with whom he has had several small steps in successful ventures.
At this point, Artie and most of his initial crew had managed to stay behind til almost the end of the war, and quickly realized their ripe opportunity. Using the skills in marksmanship he had developed since joining up with the mob, Artie waited across the street for Briggs to come home one night. He had his boys waiting by the door, acting like nothing was out of the ordinary. As per Artie's instruction, his men were quick to catch and carry off the body of Karlo Briggs once the shot cleared through the mobster's brain. The mob was now theirs. Well, Artie's. And thus Arthur "Artie" Cane was now Boss Cane. As the War continued on, Artie built the mob back up again, taking in anyone who would join up. As he filled his facility underneath Coney Island with discarded contraptions and shock therapy slabs of his own...adjustment, he would routinely subject certain cohorts and underlings to various forms of torture in order to either instill fear or exact punishment. This turned out to be amazingly effective, and thankfully with Artie's skill in maintaining the generously paid for loyalty of most of the police department, whenever the lights flickered at Coney Island he didn't receive a knock at the door.
In the years during and after the Second World War, Artie took to the selling for firearms throughout the city, the supply of which was taken directly from a handful of his military contacts. But these firearms he had specially innovated, fitted with detachable scopes and adjusting the muzzles to even more accurate effect. During one of the deliveries of his weapons, Artie found himself at the wrong end of the law as a police captain and a handful of officers charged the scene. As careful as Artie was, not all of the city's police could be bought. In the ensuing fighting, Artie suffered a gunshot to his leg, which henceforth caused him to require a cane to walk. That night, he and a handful of his men were arrested and Boss Cane was remanded to serve out the rest of his life in the correctional facilities at Rikers Island. Though as they say, stone walls do not a prison make, and he soon escaped the place.
Artie reestablished his old contacts and picked up where he had left off, though the electroshock therapies that had been applied to him at Riker's Island certainly didn't do his slipping sanity any favors. He does his best to cloak it...occasionally. But when his madness lets loose, he enjoys every moment of it.

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