The False Story
(Now That people OOCly know he is working for Adam.. Look below for the truth)
I had an alright childhood. I mean, really nothin’ fancy to talk about. I grew up in London with my big brother Marcus and little sister Sandra. Dad was a single parent and a policeman… since mum up and just disappeared. No idea what happened to her, really, now that I think of it. To be honest I don’t really think about it too much. Anyhow, dad worked odd hours as a police officer and eventually a detective. Left us to grow up faster than most. How we all managed to survive or… you know… not get arrested, it was a miracle really. Both my siblings went on to join him in the profession, however I did not. I think that disappointed the old man some. No, I went to school, grew up into an accountant of all things. I had a talent for numbers and for people. Nothing amazin’ that would qualify me as an – what do they call it now? Ah yes, expressive. I was useful though.
Now the real fun came about when I landed my first job in America with a New York firm, Pinehearst it was called. Worked hard like any fresh faced young man lookin’ to get ahead in life. Anyhow, while I was workin’, I started to notice discrepancies in the numbers. Things that I couldn’t explain. It looked as if someone was tamperin’ with the numbers and shuffling money around. Real dirty stuff.
So, bein’ a standup fellow, I almost took it to my boss; but, a buddy of mine convinced me to keep my mouth shut. It wasn’t easy and at the time, I wished I had never done that, but now I’m thankful to that young naïve thing. I’d never be here if I hadn’t. Cause, eventually, the whole thing came crashin’ down around Arthur’s ears.
Because of all the evidence I hoarded, I never went down with the ship. I turned on the lot of them. What can I say, it was the right thing to do. Anyone would have done the same in my place.
After that whole fiasco, I was a marked man and getting’ jobs was near impossible. I was reduced to the prospect of livin’ on the streets and workin’ the shadier side of things. Mainly doing the books for various organizations here and there.
Sometimes the good guys don’t win… Sad really.
The Civil War was a bit of a downer. Being that I wasn’t like the rest of them, I could come and go. I might have started off doing a bit for both sides. I mean. Money is money after all, and it makes the world go-round.
Well, I realized what the important things were in life and I threw my lot in with the underdogs.
Once the dust settled from the war, I heard about an opening at a place called Yamagato Industries. I presented myself to them and offered up my services as their business liaison here in New York. As I said, everyone needs money and that apartment is somethin’ else. I even got a piano. Now I work as a go between for Yamagato and the US businesses.
So despite everythin’ that happened, I think I still came out on top.
The Truth
(This is the man's real history - Known it very few ICly and not even all of it)
I had an alright childhood. I mean, really nothin’ fancy to talk about. I grew up in London with my big brother Marcus and little sister Sandra. Dad was a single parent and a policeman… since mum up and just disappeared. No idea what happened to her, really, now that I think of it. Don’t think about it too much. Anyhow, dad worked odd hours as a police officer and eventually a detective. Left us to grow up faster than most. How we all managed to survive or… you know… not get arrested, it was a miracle really. Both my siblings went on to join him in the profession, however I did not. I think that disappointed the old man some. No, I went to school, grew up into an accountant of all things. I had a talent for numbers and for people. Nothing amazin’ that would qualify me as an – what do they call it now? Ah yes, expressive. I was useful though.
Now the real fun came about when I landed my first accountin' job in America with a New York firm, Pinehearst it was called. I was happy to go across the pond, get away from the snide comments of my father. Worked hard like any fresh faced young man lookin’ to get ahead in life. Had a sexy girl friend, Eliza Canton. I even had a good moral outlook. Not that you could believe it lookin ‘ at me now. Yeah?
Anyhow, while I was workin’, I started to notice discrepancies in the numbers. Things that I couldn’t explain. It looked as if someone was tamperin’ with the numbers and shufflin’ money around. Real dirty stuff.
So, bein’ a standup fellow, I took it to my boss. At the time, I wished I had never done that, but now I’m thankful to that young naïve thing. I’d never be here if I hadn’t. Lucky me, my boss’ boss, Mr. Petrelli, saw me as rather useful, else the story might have ended with a bullet in me brain or whatever he does to stupid people. Instead, I was made an offer. Work for them, help them, and I would earn quite the tidy sum in the process.
I took it, of course, I mean… who doesn’t need a little more green in their lives? Am I right? Plus, I had a high maintenance girl. I will say though, that Arthur was somethin’ else. Scary to say the least.
While, it was a great gig at the time, I became something like a business liaison. Seems bein’ a sort of people person is a good thing sometimes. Of course, like any good villian’s story, some meddlin’ kids came along and took the whole thing down. I never really knew how deep that rabbit hole went, but what I did know? Well, I kept records. Leverage, really. Never got that far up that corporate ladder to get the real juicy bits, but that didn't matter much. It was enough. It put a target on my back, so I made a deal. I convinced them I was innocent in all this and I turned on the lot of them. What can I say, I was given a temptin’ offer: My freedom.
After that whole fiasco, I was a marked man and getting’ jobs was near impossible. Even though I had been called innocent, it seems that sometimes, it don’t matter how innocent they make you… you can still be guilty in the eyes of the people. I was faced with a livin’ on the streets and lost my girlfriend.. Good riddence really… So I started workin’ the shadier side of things. Mainly doing the books for various organizations here and there. During this time, I eventually fell in with a very powerful man. I learned a lot from him, but it came with a price. I started out under his foot as just a lowly little minion, I had to earn my place. I had to do things for him, becomin’ somethin’ like an enforcer for the guy. Helped his goons make sure that their clients paid. Take out the trash on occasion, if you know what I mean?
Eventually, I was one of his middle man. One of the people that customers dealt with, even more so, I helped keep the books. And believe me, I never once thought to cheat his little black heart. I mean… he gave me an offer for my loyalty… what is it? Power. I believed he could do it, too. He was a rather scary man. Seen his handiwork when he did it himself. Nasty business.
Then one day Adam upped and left, we were left to fend for ourselves. It allowed me to settle into my own business, ‘loans’. I started offering under the table loans, absorbing some of Adam’s goons to help out. Yes.. I was a loan shark. I eventually I saw potential to grow my ‘business’ in L.A. and moved all my operations out west. What a mistake that ended up being.
The Civil War was a bit of a downer really, especially after the whole western seaboard was EMP’d, creatin’ a dark ages. People like me, thrive in that sort of chaos. My little kingdom grew out from under the eyes of the government. Amazing how the weak turn to less savory types in a post apocalyptic society. We pawned it off as helping, while living well off. It was goin’ quite well when… of course, things changed. My old boss contacted me, pulled me back into the fold. Adam told me of his plans and set me on the path that would eventually find me workin’ for Yamagato Industries. Why would I even agree to goin’ back when I had a rather nice thing going? Why power of course and not the type that comes from leadin’. The kind that is buried in the DNA of so many. I had no plans to live under the boot of their kind, besides, I was always a loyal soldier.
So once the dust settled from the war, I heard about an opening at Yamagato Industries. I presented myself to them and offered my services as their business liaison here in New York. As I said, everyone needs money and that apartment is somethin’ else. I even got a piano. Now I work as a go between for Yamagato and US businesses. Of course, I’m also waiting for my boss’ word to enact whatever plan he has in his head.
All hail, Adam Monroe.