The Black Geraldo

I was born free in a small Algerian winery in the early 1600s. My mother was a Senagalese vigilante named "Ocelot", who ran along the West Coast of continental Africa terrorizing slave traders. She mastered chess and the use of the foil because of her familiarity with sailors. My father was a notorious French renegade by the name of "Montague" who would kidnap the children of government officials and make them dress like circus animals before throwing them into the river Rhine. He himself was raised in a circus by his family of forgetful psychics. He was very acrobatic with a penchant for the dramatic. He came to Africa while on the run from authorities. My parents both hid behind masks at night and raised me by day. My parents never knew that they were archnemeses of each other until their moment of death, when they killed each other in a historic rooftop battle in Madrid forever known to me as "Historic Rooftop Battle in Madrid". Shortly after their deaths, I was sold into slavery, but through the lessons learned from my wily parents, I was able to escape to France and survive among a tribe of Chinese pickpockets and street urchins who called themselves "The French Flies". I was taken in by a sympathetic playwright, who taught me the ways of acting. In exchange for my lessons, room and board, I worked in his play company and soon became the lead actor. I moved to Madrid by the time I was 15, but had to hide my African heritage and runaway slave status by constantly wearing the mask which became my trademark. I soon began getting supernatural visits and paranormal calls from long alleys and short rooms. I would soon be commissioned by Death itself to become a spy and assassin. Little did I know that I was becoming.........The Black Geraldo.Soon you will all Respect My Moustache...

RESPECT MY MOUSTACHE... .