[Firelizard] Wilson Grant Fisk {Detective Comics}

General Information

Full Name:
Wilson Grant Fisk

Codename or Alias:
Kingpin

Anonymity
The name Wilson Fisk is nothing but a whisper in even the most criminal of circles in New York City. His money and preference for more underground business dealings have made him nothing more than one billionaire in a crowd of many in the upper echelons of the city. In the criminal underground and Maggia however, the name Kingpin demands respect, fear, and subservience.

Gender:
Male

Race:
Human

Age:
43

Place Of Birth:
Hell’s Kitchen, New York City, United States of America

Occupation/Status:
Wilson Fisk is one of the most powerful real estate and construction magnates in New York City, and his headquarters Fisk Tower dominates the New York City skyline. He also runs a series of auction houses throughout the city that specialize in East Asian paraphernalia, though this often serves as the heart of a massive money laundering and criminal operation. As the Kingpin, he also is one of the most powerful members of the shadowy crime syndicate known as the Maggia.

Alignment:
Villain

Factions:
Maggia

Canon Or Original?:
Canon

Powers/Abilities:
Criminal Mastermind
Wilson Fisk is an incredibly well positioned figure in the criminal underworld, with a wealth of resources and contacts at his disposal. He has earned all of these by displaying an incredibly keen mind when it comes to illicit activities, able to use his charisma and menacing appearance in combination with a deeply intelligent mind to craft all manner of criminal schemes or activities.

Skilled Martial Artist
The Kingpin is a highly skilled hand to hand combatant, trained in a variety of martial arts and combat techniques that he learned during his time abroad. While able to simply bash any opponent with his fists, he is also an adept and skilled at the art of sumo wrestling, able to use his immense size and power to his advantage in a fight.

Peak Human Physicality
Wilson Fisk is a massive individual, and while he may look large due to his hefty size, most of that is muscle as opposed to fat. He is several times stronger than the average human being, and can withstand significant physical punishment that would either incapacitate or kill any other human being.

Multilingual
Wilson Fisk is fluent in English, Spanish, Mandarin, Japanese, Russian, and even knows a bit of American Sign Language.

Weapons/Items:
N/A


Appearance

Image:


Physical Appearance:
Wilson Fisk is probable one of the largest individuals in New York City, standing at 6’7” and weighing in at a little bit over 400 lbs. Even with immense size however, one would easily be able to spot him in a crowd due to his carefully shaved and pristinely shiny bald head. His ears are also on the larger side, and his eyes are a deep shade of brown.

Clothing and Armor:
Wilson Fisk only dresses in the finest of Italian or Japanese tailored suits, though it appears that his most common color palette is that of white accented with a hint of black. A fine watch is always at his wrist, and custom made Italian leather shoes complete the simple but incredibly classy and simple look.


Personality

Sexual Orientation:
Straight

General Personality:
Wilson Fisk is an enigma in the criminal underworld. He is an incredibly introverted person who does not do well in crowds. However he has also managed to display a significant amount of charisma and persuasiveness in attaining a top role in the criminal rings of both New York City and the Maggia. He is a natural leader, if quiet and a bit more reserved than most. This often works to his benefit however, since paired with his rather large appearance it creates an aura of menace around the criminal leader. In business transactions, criminal or otherwise, he is always exceedingly polite and well spoken, never betraying his lower class background or lack of higher education compared to many that he comes across in either circle. Fisk is also a man of rather sophisticated tastes, opting for the finest in foods, literature, clothing, or music. Hidden deep beneath this veneer however is a rage that may be unmatched in the world, if not the entire galaxy. When provoked or angered he will often stop at nothing until an inanimate wall or poor underling are left broken at his feet. He also has a loving fascination and obsession with East Asian culture and the city of New York itself, enjoying the first due to his travels abroad and hoping to transform the latter.

Face/Voice:
Vincent D’Onofrio

Character's History

Siblings:
N/A
Mother:
Marlene Vistain
Father:
Bill Fisk
Other Family:
N/A

History:

Wilson Grant Fisk was born in New York City to Marlene Vistain and Bill Fisk, the latter being a prominent political presence in unions around the city. His father was also active with the mafia, using the connections he made with such criminal organizations to empower his political campaigns. All such campaigns ended in failure however, leading Bill Fisk to become abusive and an alcoholic at home. This continued on for a few years until Wilson turned twelve, when he took a hammer and killed his father during one of his abusive episodes. Wilson’s mother sent him to live with family in the Midwest, working to dump the body in the river so that it would look like he had been caught up in a dispute with the mafia.

Wilson would eventually turn eighteen and move abroad, hoping to see the world after being stuck on a farm for most of his teenage years. He would spend a whole decade abroad moving all around China and Japan, working odd criminal jobs during this time. It was during these travels and exploits that he would gain his fascination with East Asian culture, as well as learn a variety of martial arts and other combat techniques. And yet one day Wilson decided to leave and return home after finding a pair of cufflinks in his belongings that had once been his father’s. Fisk would return to New York City and become an enforcer for Don Rigoletto, spending another decade as one of the most feared criminals in the city.

And at the age of 38, Wilson Fisk would soon implement plans of his own and take over the criminal organization that he had helped Don Rigoletto build. A series of sophisticated strikes and plans were set in motion that ended in the death of Rigoletto and Fisk acquiring his place at the top. It was during this time that he would gain the name Kingpin, once mockingly uttered but now reserved with loyalty, respect, and fear. He would spend the next five years deepening the riches and influence of his criminal crew, eventually turning it into a small underworld empire that demanded the respect of its peers. It was in this five year period that the Kingpin would gain a role within the Maggia, as well as establish himself as a businessman and philanthropist in order to cover his tracks as one of New York City’s most feared criminal masterminds.


Role Play Sample:


“...seems that the cops have been active in some sectors in Hell’s Kitchen. They’ve been setting up listening posts in some abandoned meat packing plants. We might need t-boss, you okay?”

The finely tailored goon looked up to make eye contact with Kingpin for but a moment before looking down again. His well manicured fingers flexed anxiously against the hem of his suit, afraid that he might have said something to offend the giant of a man sitting before him. Fisk only had eyes for the painting sitting just beyond the anxious subordinate. Flecks of yellow, red, and blue sat upon differing and varied shades of white. Chaotic rhythms of color crashing against dissonant waves of ivory and eggshell. Order still existed in the varied paint flecks’ mission to sow chaos within the frame. A sigh escaped from the bald crime boss, the painting he had been so focused on reflecting off his far too shiny forehead.

“If we are to fix this city, the money must flow. Nothing can stop us in this goal, Mr. Fuches.”

“I understand that sir, but the cops are really putting a beating down on our guys down there.”

Wilson angled his frame downward, his white suit pushing past the boundaries of the leather chair he occupied. Flecks of red spatter dotted the garment. The bloodied golden ring upon an even bloodier fist clinked against the glass conference table as Wilson’s eyes met those of underling. He breathed out through his nose once more.

“Demolish the buildings then, Mr. Fuches. They were an abscess upon this city, and now they act as a cancer to my own goals to heal this city. Excise these tumors made of concrete and buy whatever rubble is still left standing afterward.”

Fisk leaned back in his chair, hands in his lap as he played with the ring upon his finger. The movement comforted him, even in times when there was no need for it. The henchmen swallowed the fear in his throat, his adam’s apple bulging as he nodded in agreement.

“G-got it, boss. I’ll get it done.”

The sweat drenched man pushed off from his seat and nodded respectfully to Fisk before walking out of the well lit room. The painting he had sat in front of was the room’s only adornment aside from the tastefully done mahogany paneling. He took extra care to step over the body of his former associate, currently leaking blood over the carpet to Fisk’s left. What might have been a face was nothing but broken cartilage and bone, no discernible features aside from a marking that matched the etching of the ring upon Kingpin’s finger. The door closed behind the man, leaving Fisk alone with the body and painting. Kingpin laid back in his seat, the painting looming large in his eyes. What had once been only blue and yellow had only been improved with an all too natural red. Even in death, the useless hunk of meat before him had managed to improve something.