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To tell a history of someone you have to start at the beginning and the beginning of Mr. Blue is a very humble one. Born to a lower middle class family in one of the poor neighborhoods in LA, Randolph Azure did not seem to be headed any where. His father was a school teacher during the day and a janitor at the school at night. His mother a home maker with no education past her junior year of high school when she had married his father, stayed at home with Randolph. From day one life was not easy for young Randy. He was one of the only white kids on his block and was shunned for it, so he spent a lot of time playing with only himself as a playmate. This was the beginning of his love for mental prowess, which he came to see later as the most important factor in surviving. When school started he found a new place to hide, with in the words of books. From the day he learned how the read he began to devour and written word he could find. It didn't matter what it was, he read it all. Once he had read every book his schools library held he moved onto the public library. Books gave him a place to hide from the ridicule of his peers. He was not an athletic kid, well built but not interested in sports, and that was just the tip of the ice berg of torment he received. He was made fun of for his name, for the fact he wore thick coke-bottle glasses, and when it was found out his dad was a janitor the jokes only got worse. So he hid, he hid in the library with his nose in a book, he hid at home in his room. But through all this, Randy did succeed in school; he had a brilliant mind, and thought on his feet rather quickly. And his love for learning only grew when he reached High School. From day one high school was a breeze for Randy; he sailed through classes, even the honors classes he took near the end of his years there. He didn't do much outside of class but he was on the debate team and was excellent there. His vast amount of knowledge led him to become the captain of the team and even took the team to the state and national level, winning both contests with easy. His quick wit and remarkable ability to think on his feet had him shredding his opponent's defense, even when he had no proof to counter their points. So all-an-all high school was a breeze, a series of uneventful years, at least until his senior year, when he world almost came crashing down around his ears It was January, right after Christmas break, and Randy was driving his new to him old piece of crap car. Between what his parents had given him for Christmas and what he had saved up, he had been able to buy this car and even though it was crap he was proud of it. The ground was covered with a couple of inches of slushy rain, and the car was sliding a bit. He was trying to keep it under control but when he was cut off by a guy in a SUV; his little P.O.S. went into a slide and jumped the curb. That wouldn't have been so bad if the guy standing on the sidewalk had seen him coming, but he hadn't. The car crushed the guy, killing him instantly. Climbing out of the car, he saw the bloody mess that had been a teenager, not much older then himself. Looking closely he saw a red bandana tied around what was left of the guys arm. This was not good he had killed a member of the Bloods, looking up and around, he spotted a group of other guy all sporting red. Now he knew he was in some serious trouble. Knowing if he ran they would kill him for sure, and if he stayed he would probably die as well, he still opted to wait, maybe he could talk his way out of it, but he doubted it. His mind raced to find an excuse for what had happened. The group of guy slide to a stop in front of Randy, hand guns appearing like a rabbit out of a magician's hat. They were yelling, and threatening, and poking him in the chest with business end of the slug throwers. He took a deep breath, and then his mind clicked, his mouth began to work. The story that unfolded from his mouth turned the SUV that had cut him off into a SUV full of Crips, blue flags flying. They had run him off the road, pushing his car into the now dead man. He had tried to avoid it but their car out muscled his. From the way he told it, he was a victim as much as the dead man and the thugs bought it. They were ready to jump at any chance to go "busta cap" in their rivals. They collected their dead, and Randy left the scene, but the scene never left him, it was the turning point in his life. At that moment, when he words redirected bullets and saved his own life, he knew that was what he wanted to do. Some how he wanted to use his mind to provide an income for himself. That choice drove him to excel, he pushed harder then he ever had at school. He had always gotten A's but now he switched to honors classes and took some college course too. He graduated as the class Valedictorian and gave a speech that is still being talked about in that school. Walking from that stage, he was headed to a future bright with possibilities, but the one he chose was not even imaginable to him at that time College, that is where this story continues, but the first few years are not worth mentioning. Even though his family was poor he got a full ride scholarship because of his grades and SAT scores. He entered college as the big shot brain and was put in his place quickly, but he rose again and regained his stride and worked harder then ever. Still he didn't know what he wanted to do, but that was something he would think about after graduation. During his years at college he studied abroad, living in Japan for a semester, he would later return here after graduation. Randy, who picked up the name Blue because of his last name, ended up with a triple major, Business, Pre-Law, and Deceit, while this last one is not a true major, he studied harder and longer in that area then any other. He became a great liar, being able to convince people of almost anything, but he also hoarded truth like it was going to run out. He picked up tidbits of information here and there. Each was stored away, this was the beginning of his future, for this is what he would one day do, but on a much larger scale After graduations, he returned to Japan and lived there for a number of years, working at a consulting firm. The Firm was an American company but it was located in Japan. During his time there he mastered Japanese and picked up three others, by the end of his time there he was fluent in English, Japanese, Spanish, French and Italian. But mastering the words of the world was not enough; he began to study martial arts. He knew that his mind was his best weapon but there was not need for his body to be week. He trained hard, and when his days there were up, he had mastered Judo and karate. When he left Japan he returned to his home city of LA. During his years in Japan his mother and father had passed away, and the house had been sold. Upon his return to the city of angels, he quit his job and changed his name. He went by Blue, and that was it. Starting a consulting firm of his own was the next step. Using the money he had earned he started his own firm. At first the only employees of Blue Consulting Inc was himself and his secretary Martha. He had worked day and night those first years, but he had enjoyed the work. And slowly he had built up and up, slowly becoming one of the most recognizable firms in the city. But he never fired Martha, she was still with him to this day, making about ten times what a normal secretary did, but she was the only one who knew about all his business dealings, even the not so legal ones. He was still in the business of collecting secrets and using them to help himself. Along the line some where he had been recruited for the Syndicate, even he did know how that happened, but he didn't care either. He was making a lot of money and doing work that was interesting, for that he would let some secrets live. He now owned a good portion of the building his office was in, had a large house, and drove expensive cars. He had won, living the American dream, and now he was taking it a step farther, he was going to help take over. He had been promoted to the Board of Directors for the Syndicate and that would just cement his place in the top ranks of the organization. His new goal was finding the secrets of his other board members and seeing what he could do with them. The tale of Mr. Blue continues, and grows with each passing day. He has come along way from the poor neighborhood to where he is now. The transformation from Randolph Azure to Mr. Blue had not been a quick one or a painless one but it was one that left him sitting on a huge pile of money with more power at his finger tips then he knew what to do with. But he would learn, he always learned, that is how he survived, quick of mind and quick of tongue
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