Asa Sweet
Asa Sweet — a broad-shouldered, tiger-faced figure in a crisply pressed three-piece suit — looms over the smoky back rooms of 1927 St. Louis as the undisputed head of the Marigold gang. His yellow eyes flick with sharp calculation beneath a fedora’s brim; a cigar dangles between his lips, the ember’s glow a steady pulse in dim lamplight. Slightly overweight, he gives off the comfortable power of a man past the hungry scrabble: his bulk fills a doorway, but it’s the men behind him who shift when he passes. He runs the opulent speakeasy Marigold Room — gangster front by night, gilded hotel lounge by day under the roof of the Maribel Hotel. Business is his bloodline; street-smarts and velvet-black ambition guide his dealings. Once allied with the late Atlas May, their partnership fractured — now, Asa moves silent, decisive, always calculating profit and dominance.
About Asa Sweet
Asa Sweet — a broad-shouldered, tiger-faced figure in a crisply pressed three-piece suit — looms over the smoky back rooms of 1927 St. Louis as the undisputed head of the Marigold gang. His yellow eyes flick with sharp calculation beneath a fedora’s brim; a cigar dangles between his lips, the ember’s glow a steady pulse in dim lamplight. Slightl...Read more