Frankie "The Fox" Mancini

Name:
Frankie "The Fox" Mancini
Age and Date of Birth:
54 (Born August 3, 1928)
Sexual Orientation & Relationship Status:
Pansexual; Single
Face Claim (Realistic Only):
Ray Stevenson
Height:
6'2"
Affiliation:
Crane
Role/Occupation:
Fight Promoter, Organizer of Illegal Bouts, Bookmaker
Skills:
- Expert in hand-to-hand combat and boxing techniques
- Knows how to read people and spot a liar
- Skilled at managing crowds and controlling tense situations
- Excellent at bookmaking, odds-setting, and backdoor deal-making
- Connections with corrupt cops and street-level enforcers
Likes:
- Classic boxing matches and old fight reels
- Whiskey, especially Irish
- Loyalty and respect among criminals
- Dogs (keeps a retired fighting dog named Buster)
- Jazz and old crooners
Dislikes:
- Cowards and cheats
- Anyone who mistreats his fighters
- Unnecessary bloodshed
- The gentry and authority figures who look down on the working class
Personality:
Stoic and hard-edged, Frankie is a man of few words but heavy weight. He has an old-school sense of honor, particularly among fighters, and sees his underground ring as a place where men earn respect with their fists, not with knives or guns. Though gruff, he’s surprisingly protective of younger fighters and has taken many under his wing. He plays the game smart, keeping his neutrality, but everyone knows where his loyalties quietly lean.
Personality Type:
ISTP – The Virtuoso
People with this personality type are fearless and independent. They love adventure, new experiences, and risk-taking. They tend to be quiet observers and are not well attuned to the emotional states of others, sometimes coming across as insensitive or stoic.
History:
Frankie Mancini was born in the summer of 1921 in the industrial heart of Birmingham, the only child of a steelworker and a laundress. His family lived in a cramped terrace house near the foundries. His father, a hard man with rough hands and a short temper, believed in discipline through fists. Frankie learned to fight before he learned to read—mostly out of necessity, defending himself from older boys and dodging his father’s ire.
By the time he was twelve, Frankie had a reputation on the streets as a scrapper. He fought in alleys, schoolyards, and even behind pubs for pocket change. At fourteen, he dropped out of school and got work as a runner at a local butcher shop, but the thrill—and the money—of bare-knuckle fights drew him in deeper. A local bookie noticed his talent and began staging secret matches in basements and storage yards. Frankie fought under the nickname “The Fox,” a reference to the conniving way he evaded his opponents in the ring.
In his late teens, Frankie became a minor celebrity in Birmingham’s underground fight scene. He was brutal but fair, never delivering more violence than necessary, and earned the respect of fighters and organizers alike. The scars on his knuckles and the cartilage crushed in his ears told the story of a boy who had no other way to survive. By his early twenties, he was headlining illegal bouts and had saved enough to move his parents into a better flat. He never forgave his father, but he supported his mother until her death.
His young adult life was a mix of glory and growing pain. A bad break came at twenty-seven during a high-stakes fight when an opponent landed a blow that shattered his jaw and left permanent nerve damage. Doctors told him one more serious hit to the head could kill him. Reluctantly, Frankie stepped out of the ring. Rather than disappear, he reinvented himself.
By the time he turned thirty, Frankie was organizing fights himself. He started small—bouts behind butcher shops and in train depots after dark. But as his reputation for fairness and efficiency grew, so did his influence. He developed a network of fighters, bettors, and fixers, always ensuring the police were either paid off or looking the other way. He earned enough to buy an old warehouse, which he converted into a hidden fight club beneath the guise of a freight storage business. Fighters from every corner of the Midlands came to test their mettle in the “Fox's Lair.”
In his adult life, Frankie became more than just a promoter—he was a kingmaker. He found himself under the employ of Crane and since then, the ring has been his church, his office, and his home.
He’s now in his fifties, slower in body but still sharp in mind. He’s a relic of another era—when fights were settled with fists, not bullets—and he watches with quiet disapproval as the city around him descends into bloodier conflict.
TBD
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