Gangster One Clan Regulars

🕵️♂️ Gangster Clan – Description

The Gangster Clan marches in from the shadows of the 1920s–30s underworld — fedora first, cigar lit, and not a badge in sight. Sculpted to perfectly match the stoic realism of the Law Enforcement Clan, this crew radiates criminal charm and hard-nosed hierarchy. Each figure is full-body and resin-cast-ready, staying within strict mold-friendly geometry while capturing the distinct roles and personalities of a well-oiled crime family. Suits are pressed, boots are scuffed, and every raised brow or curled lip tells a story. From the smug legal Bishop to the sandwich-munching Pawn, this clan embodies the grit, greed, and gall of Prohibition-era gangland. Clean silhouettes, grounded poses, and era-authentic detail make this set the perfect chessboard foil to law and order.

♚ King – The Boss

Towering in his double-breasted coat with a cigar pinched between two fingers, the Boss stands calm, collected, and completely in charge. One foot near a briefcase, his gaze says he’s already three steps ahead — and you're already in debt.

♛ Queen – The Moll

Curves and confidence wrapped in vintage silk. With a hand on her hip and a cigarette holder dangling from her fingers, she smirks like she knows every secret — and helped bury half of them. Don’t mistake her for decoration.

♝ Bishop – The Attorney

Pinstripes, pocket watch, and just enough smarm to get murder reduced to a misdemeanor. One hand raised in fake concern, the other gripping a briefcase of forged evidence. He argues with his eyebrows and wins with loopholes.

♞ Knight – The Enforcer

Rolled sleeves, bat slung over one shoulder, cigar clenched between teeth — the Knight doesn’t knock. He’s broad, bad-tempered, and has a face like a broken typewriter. His boots enter the room before he does.

♜ Rook – The Stash Guard

Built like a vault and twice as silent. Arms crossed over a mountain of muscle, trench coat buttoned high, eyes lost under a heavy brow. He guards the stash, the safe, and probably a few skeletons — all without blinking.

♟ Pawn – The Gopher

Half pint, full hustle. Lugging a duffle bag nearly his size and chewing through a sandwich like it owes him rent, the Pawn is the youngest cog in the criminal machine. He dreams of moving up… after he stops wheezing.