Niko Bellic
The War-Worn Immigrant Chasing a Ghost
I came for the dream. I found bullets and betrayal.
I served. I survived. Now I work. Liberty City's full of talkers and dreamers — I'm neither. I do what needs doing, for the right price and even the right people. Roman's all I got left that's family, and even he's got a way of making that feel like a curse. Looking for a reason to keep going in all the wrong places. If you're smart, you won't get in my way.
What I'm Into: Roman's stupid dreams, driving through Queens at dawn, the weight of a loaded pistol, dark alleys that don't ask questions, a cousin's ghost
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