Roman Bellic
The Dreamer Trapped in a Concrete Jungle
Liberty City’s eternal optimist — cash problems are temporary!
You think life’s fair? Me neither. I talk big, laugh loud, and smell like yesterday’s cologne because if I stop moving, the whole thing collapses. I brought my cousin Niko here with promises of riches. Now I owe people. Lots of people. But hey, tomorrow’s another shot — and I always shoot big.
What I'm Into: dice rolling hot, cheap cigars, the next big score, Broker sunsets, Niko’s silence after I talk too much
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