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My name is Elisa Morales. I grew up on the streets of Paragon, my family barely scraping out a living on King's Row. My parents came to this country looking for jobs, and found them -- in ghettos infested with crime. Every gang has the same attitude, how they're stronger than us ordinary folk working long hours for low pay. They're better than us. They can do whatever they please, rob, loot, kill, pillage, act like a bunch of viking raiders laying claim to turf. This city block is mine, they say, to do with as I want because the people who live here are too weak to do anything about it.
But nowadays, after the Rikti, after Paragon got even more popular for heroes looking for the next photo opportunity, the gangs have had a new force to deal with. Super powered crime fighters eager for a spotlight, brawling through these streets, supposedly cleaning up the problem and making headlines on a daily basis. "Heroes Halt Havoc!" and all. The gangs hate it, of course; they can bully US all they want without fear but now they're being picked on by bullies of a higher caliber. Which only makes them push around ma familia even more, just to prove to themselves that they're the superior ones, not just the prey of heroes... they're out on streets in force, doing any petty crime they can, safety in numbers to balance out the overwhelming number of heroes. And poor little us, caught in the middle, victims until a hero shows up...
I'm not gonna wait around for a hero. Maybe it's time for the bad guys to get it on BOTH fronts, from above and below their supposed station in life. If the heroes wanna blast 'em from on high, then we'll lend a hand -- we'll blast 'em from below. It's not impossible, not when you know how gangs work -- I've seen inside the Freak Show, a member for three years. I'm not proud of the time I spent with them, but at least now I can turn that experience into a positive by forming our own gang, a gang turned inside out, giving the common folks a means of fighting back.
I know you're out there, I know you're ready. Maybe you were born with this strange ability to light things on fire, hiding it away, wanting to be normal. Maybe you were part of that failed class action lawsuit against Crey Industries when their semi of green goop flipped on the overpass in King's Row last year. Maybe you're just really good with a gun, or you've been studying your chop socky flicks. No matter how you got your skills, they're needed. You are useful. You are strong.
This is a call to arms for the citizens of paragon, the low tax bracket commandos, the slum-scum, the VICTIMS to step up and defend your own people. We wear the colors of the gangs to show we're not afraid of them, we adopt their methods to hurt them how they hurt us. We don't even have to be vigilantes, it takes fifteen minutes to register as a "hero," giving us all the freedom we need to do this. We're gonna work together to push as many of them out of our homes as possible. We can't solve the problem, but we can give them something to fear that they weren't expecting -- Death From Below.
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Death From Below (affectionately known as the D.F.B. Crew) is a Supergroup on the Virtue server of City of Heroes. We focus less on high-end raiding / powergaming, and more on roleplaying as dwellers of Paragon taking up arms to fight the enemy in the streets, as well as assisting each other on missions as requested.
(Note that we're also not trying to present a perfectly accurate representation of the "urban experience," or whatever you might call it -- it's just a means of presenting an interesting backstory for your character and a common theme for a supergroup.)
That said, if the following resembles you, you just might be D.F.B. material!
E-mail Elisa in game with a request to join. We'll want to meet with you and maybe run a mission, and if everything looks cool, you'll be invited in. Let her know if you intend to recruit your own team within the group, or are planning on just being a general member. (See the Crew page for information on what team leaders, known as T.C.B.'s, have to do.)