Realistic or Modern 𝗜𝗡 𝗗𝗬𝗡𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗔 ˚ · . 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘴

[miyabi]

the chariot

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  FULL NAME victor rivera
  
  NICKNAME vic; that's about it.
  
  AGE 29 years old.
  
  DOB june 24th.
  
  ETHNICITY puerto rican.
  
  POB san juan, puerto rico.
  
  ROLE the chariot — avancini arms dealer
  
  ORIENTATION bisexual (male leaning)
  
  FACECLAIM young benicio del toro
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Conscious breathing has become his anchor, reminds him of the living vessel; though the mind continues to crawl in varied directions, on this treacherous path he cannot walk in peace. With each step a flower blooms; with each step a crack in the concrete forms. And even then, as he confines himself in the arms of therapy — he cannot dare speak of the painful embrace of the past, present, and the inevitable future.
  
  As he observes the lives of many, takes in their smiles and fills himself with false hope, Vic can only think of the properties that have pieced themselves together. He has only deduced that life is both dreadful and wonderful, the suffering of the past connects itself to the thoughts of now; however, despite the recollections of beautiful memories lent by those with whom he has crossed paths, how is he to smile when his life has been filled with sorrow — sorrow shattering away the hope that only, shortly, built itself shard by shard.
  
  Vic has risen from scared child to a multiplicity of miracles; a man to bounce back from the hands of horror, the one to recognize the sacredness of laughter, raindrops, shapes, and thunderclaps. And though he lives in his awareness, he cannot summon the complex emotions, cannot define them as he’d fallen numb with only the barebones taught to him by endless hours of therapeutic sessions filled with strangers’ tears and their own forms of grief.
  
  And much like he, those around him cannot decipher the deeper feelings of turmoil — they cannot feel the tumult that rumbles at the bottom of his stomach, cannot hear in the tone of his voice a change as it remains a flat, monotonous mound of softly spoken words.
  
  Words are not brave enough to leave his lips, the ones that brandish the truth; it destroys him, breaks him little by little, small pieces of his humanity swept away — yet he carries the broken pieces, shoddily glues them back together to become whole again, only to break once more. Over and over.
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

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designed by bad ending & coded by xayah.ღ

 

[arthur morgan.]

XI.
the executive
scroll.

whip it
devo

VISAGE
NAME: hannibal dagon dimitrescu
NICKNAMES: mr. dimitrescu, dragon (more so as insult), tiramisu, sugar daddy (since he handles payroll)
D.O.B: August 10
AGE: 58 years old
GENDER: cis-male
ORIENTATION: bisexual
ETHNICITY: European; French, German, Scottish, Irish & English,,, a lot of white
FAMILY: Adamski
ROLE: the executive
hannibal has been apart of the adamski family for over two decades, aiding in any and all legal & financial decisions and issues. while he might be the one playing with numbers, hannibal has been the one to keep money flowing where it needs to be, essentially keeping the family afloat if you will. nothing gets past his eye, if one penny is missing he’s on it like a loanshark— hannibal can make anything happen with any sort of budget, while it might take him pulling some strings and making others uncomfortable.. he gets it done. the legal aspect however, can be a little more tricky— though he likes to play a fair fight, hannibal isn’t the type to turn an eye at an opportunity.. playing dirty isn’t new to him. there hasn’t been a case he hasn’t won— whether it be through bribes, blackmail, intimidation, or even physical force… the adamski family can rest easy knowing their legal troubles will always go away. no matter what.

APPEARANCE
FACECLAIM: william dafoe
AESTHETIC: briefcase filled with papers, courtroom on fire, a gun with one bullet in the chamber, whiskey on ice, black suits, burning letters, 69’ Ford mustangs, a gavel covered in blood, broken glasses, a lonely dog barking at night, half crescent moon in fog, money with blood smudges, spreadsheets, broken liquor bottles

PSYCHE
PERSONALITY:
the life one lives will alter who one becomes in this cruel world, some are luckier then others. those that fall between the cracks are left with trauma and an aching heart— something hannibal knows far to well. he’s cold, calculated and secretive in every sense of these words. often making people question what his motives are, as if skipping over the fierce loyalties he’s created within the adamski bloodline. while he might be watching you from a dark corner, hannibal is bluntly honest when it comes to business. what he does on his free time, away from his job— is his business and that’s all there is to know.

still hard to read? perhaps, maybe that’s how he likes to be portrayed— who knows. though one thing about hannibal is that he loves winning and he will do just about anything to win— whether he has to play dirty or not, it isn’t his problem. a bit of an ego, hannibal knows he’s good at what he does and will make sure to run your nose in it. intelligent beyond one’s imagination, hannibal’s mind is always racing to find something new to learn and discover— he simply wants to know things just to know them at this point, it gets boring knowing everything you know? (this is his ego shining through)

hannibal prefers the sound of silence over meaningless chatter, the blissful noise of a cigarette burning is more delightful then your voice. he often keeps his personal cards close to his chest, the thought of letting someone into his personal life makes his skin peel. while he puts up a fake persona in front of clients and when he is forced to make appearances— underneath that fake persona, hannibal truly is a miserable man. he can have anything, who ever he wants her he choices to have a solitary personal life. prying into his life will only result in a bullet wound, as his bark is just as bad as his bite.

deep down however, perhaps when you get a few cold glasses of whiskey in his system, hannibal has a soft spot. perfectly guarded by m sharp pieces of glass, the executive can be seen shedding a genuine smile. it’s hard sometimes, when everything you’ve ever loved and cherished taken from you— that little flame burning in your chest dies out and your left with a cold chamber. hannibal, dare i say, miss that warm feeling? the glasses of pure poison that coats his throat and stomach leave him with that temporary feeling of warmth. he’s not such a bad guy, the years of stress, torment and torture simply strips you of what you once were. he cares in his own way, those that he allowed to get even an arms reach of him see the damaged heart yet they love him anyway. those on the outside see what he wants them to see, a crass, egotistical man who only lashes out at people who get in his way.
HEADCANONS:
— always drinking, carrie’s a flask with him everywhere he does
— handles the families money and legal issues, has been for over two decades
— very loyal to the family, has proven his fealty time and time again.. can really do anything he wants at this point
— the type to say how it is, even in front of powerful people; he don’t care
— has many powerful friends as well, a lot of whom owe him favors
— can’t stand the sound of velcro or the feeling or velvet
— own two dobermans named nala & trixie who act as guard dogs; always with him
— very serious when it comes to his job
— likes to chew cherry flavored gum
— prefers soft cookies over hard ones
— smells like expensive cologne, whiskey and a lift aroma of cherries
— will get in your face, talk shit get hit kinda deal
— afraid of no one, people don’t get underneath his skin
— more to come later

traits

loyal, honest, reliable, resilient, frank, patient, organized, intelligent, egotistical, short fuse, secretive, miserable, stressed, apathetic-ish, realistic, competitive, intimidating, caring, funny, crass, functioning alcoholic, charming (in his own way), quick wit.

ailments

claims that there is nothing wrong with him, but hannibal just hasn’t been professionally diagnosed with any alignments. he has some kind of panic disorder, something he doesn’t take as seriously as he should be. depression probably, but drinking seems to be his answer to anything wrong happening to his body… so alcoholism as well.

TIME MACHINE
HISTORY: can be as short or long as you’d like
REPUTATION:
The Dragon.

A man in well fitted suits, nice hair and a charming smile— The Dragon is an undefeated lawyer who will do anything and everything in order to win, no matter what. hannibal both a killer in the courtroom and on the streets, whether that’s figure of speech or not one can’t tell. those who have been for speaking ill of The Dragon have often been seen without a tongue, yet no one will say it was him— but it’s speculated. he’s an intimidating, cutthroat lawyer who has his hands in all sorts of bidding’s, legal or not is his business. able to make anyone disappear without a trace, hannibal is not a man you wish to fight alone— he’ll ruin your life without thinking twice and you know he can.

with a snap of his fingers everything you once hand will be ripped away and you’ll be left with nothing.

GALLERY​

hannibal dimitrescu.

designed by bad ending. & coded by xayah.ღ

 

[celadon.]

azure dahl

#avancini

#page of wands

♡coded by uxie♡

name: azure julianne dahl

age: 26

date of birth: november 28

gender: female

sexual orientation: lesbian

ethnicity: norwegian-american

family: avancini

role: page of wands. azure is a professional car thief tied to the avancini family. believe it or not, but her line of work has relevancy outside the sort of cloistered world in which auto theft rings operate. on several occasions she has inadvertently disposed of evidence for major crimes. she has seen and heard things that, unbeknownst to her, have bigger implications. she is a mercenary who can and will change allegiances in the name of an additional dollar sign - or, to be more precise, she is a pawn who thinks she is a mercenary.

faceclaim: hunter schafer

aesthetics: nausea at sunrise. old wallpaper. being held in someone's arms and leaning back into darkness. sodium streetlamps. beating the lights at an intersection at night. the heavy deformed sleeve of a ruined jacket. taking the next exit. situational awareness puts you in danger. knowing you will be alone when you get there. the circle of a lover's nipple peering through a cold bedsheet. to make it in time would be to prove yourself wrong. being reprimanded in a dream. mixing your medications unwisely. dropping a finished cigarette on a polished floor. a half-emptiness. bandaged fingers. climbing the wrong staircase. the sting of a goodbye kiss. a feral cat thrown from a second-story window. or did she jump? a cough of exhaust from an alleyway parking stall.

personality: azure is a curious thing. for one, she just doesn't process fear, shame or embarrassment - it comes out in other ways, like through a hateful unnecessary remark made much later. she could be described as impish, mischievous, and she is certainly not a stranger to the delight of causing a good problem; but to say only that much would be to undersell her powers of self-discipline, where when events of dire importance are unfolding she can become completely exacting and motivated and decisive with the seeming flip of a switch. she has an independent streak that she resents - she would trade it at any time for the capacity to feel normal somewhere. she's tenacious, smart, and a gifted manipulator, but she's sure she doesn't know how to have feelings... the right way? in her mind they either come at the wrong time, or in relation to the wrong thing, or they don't come at all in the way they're expected to. she knows how to fall in love but she doesn't know how to be heartbroken, which is why she mostly avoids getting into relationships and so on. naturally, spending most of one's life on one's own would convince anyone of their own weirdness. maybe, to some degree, it's something like a self-fulfilling prophecy.

most of what azure feels these days is either outright determined anger or resignation, sometimes punctuated by the opportunities that she still gets to work. she likes being given a distraction, like meeting someone new or pulling off a difficult job, because it means she doesn't have to try to feel anything; it just happens, and correctly, in spite of herself. when involved deeply enough in something larger than her, she presents with an allure and an ease and a seduction that surprises and confounds her. when she's alone, she crumbles and does not make sense to herself. she is delicate and thorny, openhearted and impersonal, in control and hysterically sad in roughly equal measure. she is amused by the sincerity of others and constantly searching for it in herself. she condemns praise & intimacy but also desires those things. she indulges in loud flashy materialism and then guilts over it.

for the most part azure has had success identifying visions of the type of life she would like to be living and then seeing them through. here are some of them: a springtime of brown wool coats in the city. testing fragrances on paper cards and laughing. a manual transmission and a pair of sunglasses and a loft overlooking a healthy garden. if you told her those are all superficial markers, less a life than a taste in one, moments copied from magazine spreads? she would tell you that she knows that, she's not stupid, and she would probably scoff. but she simply cannot tell the difference. she has been deprived of so much that life right at this very second is somewhat an imaginative exercise for her (what is happening right now? what could be?) that ideal life is basically gone now anyway. the promise of it is maybe lost forever. was it ever real? did it even happen at all? she sits in a motel room and smokes.

ailments: she's dysthymic and depersonalised, and NOT to call everything a trauma response but the way she responds to most situations is directly informed by her adolescent anxieties sooo. go to therapy girl

additional information: azure is very limber and has dancing talent that she will never capitalise upon. she had a childhood passion for astronomy that hasn't fizzled out yet - she still finds herself looking up at the stars from time to time, thinking about constellations and planets. she can sleep anywhere. she constantly thinks about death. if one-night stands were an olympic event, she'd be a gold medalist. she has a fast metabolism and drinks too much coffee.

reputation: what reputation she has is based on A but B assertions. people think she's an elitist for some reason but she's known to come from nothing. that's supposed to be funny, apparently. people say she's good at what she does but also that she must be impossible to do business with. what she needs some of the time is to not have a reputation at all, and fortunately hers is just small enough that, depending on where she is, it can vanish.

background: when azure was a child her parents were both sent to prison for felony manslaughter. before any kind of relative could claim her she wound up in the foster care system, separated from anyone who might know her. her childhood from that time forward varied significantly. there were times where she had the privilege to be taken in by well-to-do households. each time that happened, however, she would within a few months completely erode their trust in her - she would smoke her parents' cigarettes, take valuables from them or her siblings, and elsewhere behave in ways that made her opinion of them (not high) very clear. minor infractions to be sure, but far too disgraceful for an upper-class family with strong prejudices to take sitting down. by the time she accepted the idea of living with a new family, she had no idea how to properly act. she turned 18 and it was understood that she would be on her own, that she would have to make it her own way. she survived until 21 by gaming interactions with prospective employers. she held positions as, alternately, apprentice fiberglass installer, liquor store cashier, trainee customer service representative at an insurance company, and personal assistant to an interior decorator. all of these came via what you might call social engineering. all of these went up in smoke after information about her true credentials was brought to light, leaving her to bail lest she be arrested. luckily, she's very skilled at bailing.

at 21 azure flattered and lied her way to the position of valet service attendant at a conference center downtown - despite not having a valid driver's license. one day, her supervisor calvin caught her slipping pilfered items (a pair of gloves and a cigarette case) into her backpack. in contrast to her previous experiences, calvin did not report her to upper management or inform the police. instead, with the suggestion that one must go along to get along, he introduced her to a far-reaching auto theft scheme whereby clients' vehicle registration info was logged on an encrypted database so those vehicles could be stolen from their private residences weeks later. eventually azure became a willing participant in this scheme. eventually azure left her day job and started working for calvin's employers, who included corrupt police and associates of the avancini crime family. eventually, azure became a full-time car thief. through this line of work she was able to begin funding the expensive lifestyle she had always dreamed of. upscale apartment, girlfriend with a modelling contract, an eight-by-ten walk-in closet.

then a year ago azure was hired by a regular client to lift an executive sedan off the street. inside the car she found a silenced pistol, not loaded, and a backseat soaked in spilled fuel. she left the car where it was and fled. the next day that client, with whom she used to enjoy a profitable working relationship, unceremoniously dropped her in spite of her protests. five days after that, she found an unmarked envelope in her mailbox containing photos of azure and her girlfriend taken in public. a day later azure's girlfriend broke up with her. photographs kept coming. she moved out of her apartment while continuing to pay rent and moved into a cheap motel, tasking her neighbour with collecting her mail. about every two months azure's neighbour will call her and tell her that someone dropped off photographs of a cheap motel. then, azure will move again. and then it will happen again. she's started to smoke cigarettes like she did when she was 12. picture it: italian leather purses valued in the three-digit range laid out on a motel bed. a makeup bag perched on the toilet tank in a smoky bathroom. sometimes during jobs she thinks she's being followed, but nothing ever happens. and that's her life now.

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* alyona celestine kriselyov

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  Kazan, Russia
  

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  Avancini
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

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  Hazel
  
  

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  Pink, plush lips and eyes the color of golden hours make for a dangerous combination. Alyona's outwardly beauty is undeniable, her body and face desirable to many. She carries herself with confidence and a hint of arrogance, the minor cracks in her mask often going unnoticed.
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
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  If her childhood weren’t so fucked up and she hadn’t witnessed her own father beaten into oblivion, Alyona may have grown up to become a decent woman. She may have welcomed her father’s love for music with open arms. She may have loved creating works of art as her foot steadily pressed against a sewing machine’s pedal. She may have loved to dance, and sing, and make friends, and do everything any young woman her age did.
  
  However, dreams would always be dreams. In her world, there were only goals and goals could only be achieved with an iron will and an even stronger desire to win.
  
  Alyona is a lot like water, a being of many faces without a true, pure form--used and taken advantage of. She is the type to take on whatever mask is needed depending on the situation or person she’s dealing with, even if it may appall her deep down. Because whatever she feels, no matter how hateful or disgusting, doesn’t matter. Nothing about her means anything as long as the people she cares for are safe, content... happy.
  
  Loyalty has always been a fickle thing with her. Those that know nothing about her say her true loyalty lies with money, which isn’t entirely false. It’s obvious money is a powerful weapon, but to her, money is her salvation and her weakness. It’s the answer to so many, if not all, her struggles. Money is what keeps her secret family alive. Money is permanent. People’s promises are not.
  
  To get what she wants and to reach whatever her goals are, Alyona knows no limits with men. Perhaps she may have hesitated once, but that innocent part of her--the one that seeks joy, love, and personal happiness--died many years ago, or so she has convinced herself. Now she’s a vixen who’ll sing joyful lies into your heart. She’ll do whatever it takes to protect secrets.
  
  Yet behind her, rests a shattered mirror of a girl who simply wants to be saved. From her life… from her responsibilities.. from herself… who knows.
  
  

  
  
  
  
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  Peace. That was all Fatemah Heydari ever knew growing up until the embodiments of Hell came knocking on her door, looking for their next victim to claim. Their pounding fists against her family’s country home still echoed in her ears at night, even when she pretended like nothing ever bothered her.
  
  BANG. BANG. BANG.
  
  Five men in dark clothing, masked by the goddess of the night herself, barged into her home. Six year old Fatemah cowered in her mother’s arms, the older woman engulfing Fate and her frail older sister. The girls screamed and cried as the men beat her father, blood painting their wooden floors a dark, gory red. It was something about money and debts. It was always about that.
  
  But she couldn’t understand it. She was too young at the time. Money was not a factor in anything when the sounds of cracking bones and gurgling sobs caressed her too small ears. The sight of her father’s mangled face was branded into her mind. Her very soul. The small, broken smile he tried to offer only made it worse.
  
  Poverty. That was the new P-word she’d learned after the sharks collected what they needed. With no land and no income, the family of four was forced to travel to Kazan for work, the birthplace she never knew. The birthplace she began to hate for having come to know, with all its ugliness and pollution.
  
  It was nothing like the village. There were no trees, no animals, no earthy smells that tickled her nose and made her stomach flutter. No, there was only building after building. Construction after destruction. The complete obliteration of Mother Nature.
  
  Some normalcy eventually returned to her life, but that didn’t last long. Her sister became skinnier and paler every day, and Fatemah couldn’t quite place why her family was spending so much time at the hospital. She couldn’t comprehend why her parents were fighting every night while her sister slept in that big, sick-infested building all alone.
  
  It angered her deeply. They were choosing to spit flames at each other rather than spend time together as a family when family was all they had. Their unit was all that ever mattered through all the blood and sweat.
  
  Pain. Another P-word that young Fatemah added to her growing glossary of terms she hated. Nasrin’s death was the most difficult thing she’d ever dealt with. It was like laughter and sunlight had all been sucked into a void of endless gray… into nothingness. Nothing was what she felt for years after, even as more debt collectors came to ruin their lives and go as far as chasing them to the Americas.
  
  Fatemah was renamed Alyona Kiselyov. How her parents were able to change their names? She didn’t know and she didn’t want to, not as poverty once again screamed at her every waking moment of every day. Not as anger became an emotion so well-worn on her increasingly beautiful face.
  
  Life would never be easy for her, she knew then.
  
  That Man came into her life when she was sixteen. He was older, wiser, and richer. He was everything she wanted in life. Someone to take care of her. Someone to make all the hard decisions for her. Someone who could make her stop obsessing over the smallest amount of change. Someone who saw her.
  
  However, naivety was a poison that took advantage of her cracking innocence, and that festering poison was how the Lorenzo family ruined her.
  

  
  
  
  
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  It’s unknown whether she has family or not.
  
  

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  Farsi, Russian, English, Italian
  
  

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  Dancing, piano, flexibility, deception
  
  

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  Avancini Whore.
  
  That’s what the Lorenzos call her now, but she already reached a point in her young, yet old, life where she doesn’t care about the names and sneers that flutter her way a long time ago. She doesn’t care about the burning marks their painful words leave on her heart and soul.
  
  Her past famiglia believes she sold herself to the Avancinis--that she betrayed the very person that had given her meaning. They’re correct, in a way, but she’ll never admit that. She’ll never admit anything, even as her life kisses death on the lips.
  
  As much as some may hate her or find her disgusting and used, they know she is a powerful tool. Not because of fighting skill she may or may not possess or the way she can make any man squeal beneath her heeled boots, but because of her influence. Alyona is cunning and a near threat, for she is a treasure chest of secrets--a grove of lies and truths woven into the beautiful siren she is.
  
  Behind every sultry smile and sleepy, glazed look was a viper whose poison was addictive. People swarm for her attention, crime or not. The affluent, opulent, and rich are greedy for her because she can make even the ugliest, most vile creature feel wanted and loved.
  
  Alyona is a performer. She’s taken on many roles within the last few months, causing rumors of her motives and background to spring like wildfire, with only a select few Avancini knowing why she came to them in the first place.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

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♡coded by uxie♡

 

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* vincenzo amadeo salvatore

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  #ciao

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  * n.names

  Vince
  

  * age

  42
  

  * d.o.b.

  04/13
  

  * p.o.b.

  Florence, Italy
  

  * nationality

  Italian
  

  * ethnicty

  Italian
  

  * family

  Adamski
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  #cismale

  
  
  
  
  

  #aries

  
  
  
  
  

  #omnisexual

  
  
  
  
  

  #thecelestialmandate

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  * faceclaim

  Tyson Ballou
  

  * height

  6’3
  

  * weight

  205 lbs
  

  * hair color

  Black
  

  * eye color

  Dark brown
  
  

  * description

  Lorenzo eludes a calm, mysterious darkness that draws people in. He’s a man that sticks to expensive suits, expensive watches, and even more expensive cologne. Though as trimmed as one would assume him to be, there’s a slight disheveledness to him--a physical or character trait that is difficult to pinpoint. Some say it’s the way he lets his beard shadow his features; others say it’s the way he carries himself too confidently.
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
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  likes

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  #swimming

  
  
  
  

  #alcohol

  
  
  
  

  #black coffee

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  #emotional commitment

  
  
  
  

  #his birth family

  
  
  
  

  #sweet foods

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  #the unknown

  
  
  
  

  #his father’s ghost

  
  
  
  

  #losing a loved one

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  * personality

  Vincenzo radiates the charm of a predator stalking his prey. His eyes are capable of stripping people bare of their defenses, even while a sadistic smile plays on his lips and he whispers sweet, edible words. Aware of the power he holds over many people, he’s like a cat playing with a mouse when he comes to claim what he wants. It’s the build up of excitement and fear that entices him, making him a very patient man when it comes to slow games.
  
  Though he can come off cold to strangers, there is a comforting warmth about him when he’s around his associates. One may even call him playful and teasing, though sometimes the lines blur whenever flirtation is involved. He’s usually blunt with his intentions, but there are some people in the world where he’d never cross the line entirely out of respect.
  
  While some questioned his loyalty when he first joined the Adamski, all suspicions have died throughout the years. He’s spent the last ten years fortifying the family name and establishing roots in different industries. He’s taken people out of the picture without even a blink of hesitation, all for the people that paved his path when he was nothing but lost.
  
  

  
  
  
  
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  #yona says . . .

  
  

  
  

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  well, aren’t you a delicious little thing?

  
  

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  * background

  Vincenzo was made for a life of fire and pain, even if he hadn’t realized it as a child.
  
  His mother was a simple, working-class woman who’d inherited their family’s bakery. She became the face of the business while her grandparents resumed their work in the back, creating some of the best pastries and breads in all of Florence. Though fatherless, Vincenzo never felt like anything was lacking. He had a loving mother, doting parents, and he never had to worry about going to bed cold or hungry. His days were filled with smiles and laughter which made him and his family blind to the darkness slowly encroaching on them.
  
  One summer night during the year he was ten, however, changed his fate forever.
  
  Smoke filled his room, and he wouldn’t have woken up if it weren’t for his cousins shaking him awake. Heat and flames so violent they burned him, he and his cousins fought to make it downstairs. The adrenaline and fear were so consuming, he hadn’t bothered searching for his mother or grandparents--a mistake he’d later regret after learning they hadn’t made it out alive.
  In a matter of hours, the home he knew and the people he loved were lost, like a phantom kiss in the wind. Everything after that was a blurred mess, only bits and pieces remaining in his head today. Paperwork, adults trying to understand him, more paperwork, and then the man he’d come to learn was his father.
  
  Rafael Salvatore, CEO of the most successful arms business in northern Italy, claimed Vincenzo like a lost dog that day, and a dog was what he’d eventually become.
  
  Every day involved some type of physical training or academic trial. Familial bonding came in the form of learning how to be better and stronger. There weren’t any smiles or laughter, not anymore. The environment Rafael wanted Vincenzo to grow up in was nothing like his old home’s, and the yearning for some type of freedom and release festered within the boy until he became an adult.
  
  Two years in the United States changed the direction of Vincenzo’s life. He made a new friend, Matezh, but he also met a woman in college and the two instantly fell in love with each other. Nadzia was the opposite of him in every way--confident, passionate, kind, and empathetic. The reflection of whom he wanted to be was just within arms reach, yet years of struggling to be together inevitably proved fruitless.
  
  The death of his fiance and unborn child turned Vincenzo into a man of vengeance. The news of Rafael succumbing to his illness was announced soon after. No one questioned it, not even Rafae’s closest associates. They despised the man just as much as Vincenzo, if not more.
  
  At 28, Vinzenco chose to renounce his inheritance, wanting nothing to tie him to his father besides their shared last name--a reminder to keep him moving forwards. He eventually joined Matezh’s side, opting for a more business side of the crime world to help launder money but also using his past connections to arms businesses to keep the funds moving.
  
  These days, no one really knows what Vincenzo is up to besides Matezh and Mr. Kim. He’s in and out of the city, only coming when he’s called or needed. This recent trip may be a more permanent one, though.
  
  

  
  
  
  
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  * family

  His family is deceased.
  
  

  * languages

  Italian, English, Mandarin, some Polish
  
  

  * skillset

  Business, torture, swimming
  
  

  * reputation

  A mysterious figure. Older crime members may even fear him. Some may even strive to be him.
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

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♡coded by uxie♡

 

[LowkeyLovingLoki]

cyril rossi

#page of swords

#david gandy

#adamski

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[qunqun]

Four of Wands.

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  Graham Byrne

  
  
  

  
  

  23

  
  
  

  
  

  Four of Wands

  
  
  

  
  

  Adamski

  
  
  

  
  

  May 3

  
  
  

  
  

  Male

  
  
  

  
  

  Irish

  
  
  

  
  

  "Unpicky"

  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  height

  weight

  
  

  6'3''

  214 lbs

  
  
  

  blood type

  star sign

  
  

  O-

  Taurus

  
  
  

  hair

  
  Bright and curly, it has a youthful bounce to it. Bright red and eye-catching, he keeps it just a little bit everywhere. He likes his hair, and personally quite enjoys how much it draws people's focus.
  
  

  eyes

  
  Green and just a little bit vacant, it's not that Graham is stupid... it's just that usually his face does not reflect any kind of deep introversion or thought... as in... any kind of thought. Whatsoever. Blank and vibrant shades of green match with a general kind of bright eyed, bushy tailed energy, mischievous and seductive. But every now and then, oddly good at listening.
  
  

  body type

  
  Unfortuantely, Graham was blessed with a model's body. Athletic and strong, and very showy. He, unfortunately, shows it off more often than not and is very aware that he is what most consider "eye candy." He has a swagger to him - a confidence that comes from being physically traditionally attractive and absolutely knowing it.
  
  

  body mods

  
  When you have, in Graham's eyes at least, what is most likely the most attractive human form known to man, there is no reason to add modifications to any of it. However, it should be noted that he does, in fact, think that tattoos and the like are super cool - he likes humans decorating their bodies after all. It's just that it isn't for him, specifically.
  
  

  style

  
  Forest tones and usually showing off not a small amount of chest, it's usually paired with tighter pants and dog tags... or a cross. Essentially, what you get when you mix a whore with survivalist core. Perhaps just a little bit on the fruity side - he knows how to match colors goddammit - and perhaps with just a touch of layering here and there because he fucking hates being cold.
  
  

  face claim

  
  Nicholas Skidmore
  

  
  
  
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  personality

  
  
  

  extrovert

  intuitive

  
  

  95%

  54%

  
  
  

  feeling

  judging

  
  

  86%

  63%

  
  
  

  turbulent

  assertive

  
  

  79%

  37%

  
  
  With a bright smile and a swagger to him, it's extremely easy to write Graham off as a fuckboy with very little in his head other than causing trouble and sleeping around. And for the most part, this is how Graham presents himself. Decidedly not the brightest bulb, he often flits from one place to another causing wakes of chaos and drama in his wake. A couple of pointed words here, a bit of sleeping around there. He chases pleasure and thrill like a drug - a high that he can't quite quit - to the point where it's nothing short of a minor miracle that he hasn't died thus far. That is to say, he has survived far more with a wink and a grin than what any kind of logic should dictate. It's just... things tend to go well for him. Fortune favors the bold, and Graham has a particular way of getting people to do what he wants.
  
  That is to say, he isn't smart. He barely qualifies as clever, but he's incredibly charismatic.
  
  While on the outside, he presents himself as almost arrogant, this belies a very responsible person. He sleeps around a lot, but most of his lays tend to actually have rather high opinions of him. He is a surprisingly attentive lover, generous and giving. Caring, almost. But he never uses honeyed words or empty promises to get anybody to sleep with him, he's always upfront with what the relationship will be... it's just his nature to be a bedrock of sorts. A burden carrier. A nurturer. Dependable when the chips are down, and reliable. A survivor
  
  

  
  

  traits

  
  

  positive traits

  
  Dependable and caring, Graham is the type of person you want in a crisis. Cool under pressure, and incredibly charismatic. Things just... tend to work out for him to a frustrating and annoying degree of certainty, responsible when the lives of others are at stake... and loyal to the very end.
  
  

  negative traits

  
  A bit of a shitstarter, despite his more dependable qualities, it should never be mistaken that he's trouble with a capital T. Despite his confident exterior, he genuinely believes that nobody would want the real him, and therefore represses a lot of his better qualities. He also suffers from immense survivors guilt, and bouts of melancholy which he tries to combat with a mild fixation on space.
  
  
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  Childhood

  
  

  Born the older brother in a set of twins, Graham was almost immediately put in charge of his more wild sister. He was always the nice one, the emotional one, the sensitive one, while his sister was the more angry and aggressive one. The assertive one. The one most likely to fight people. A lot of his youth was spent managing Aoife in a way - his father made sure of it. Keeping her out of trouble, bailing her out of trouble. This led to him slowly gaining a reputation for being a flirt and a fuckboy from his repeated charming of officials out of giving Aoife more than a simple slap on the wrist and a warning.
  
  They were dependent on each other, Graham with his emotional vulnerabilities and slightly flamboyant tendencies towards fruitiness which were deemed unsightly in a strict and traditional household, and Aoife with her affinity to beat the shit out of anyone that so much as attempted to judge the two of them cruelly
  
  

  Teenager

  
  

  Aoife died essentially in front of Graham, which caused a huge shift in Graham's personality. He quickly became much more moody and depressed. His parents did not support this change, and were instead focused on just moving on and forgetting her existence. His "friends" at school also became incredibly uncomfortable with this new side of the funny asshole they'd all come to associate with him. And Graham realized that nobody actually cared about his feelings, they just wanted to see him be what they thought of as him.
  
  So he completely repressed his feelings of grief and guilt, and instead fully embraced the assholery.
  
  And then death came knocking for a second time. This time, his father - who turned out to be part of a rival gang... Wouldn't you know it? Graham walked home from school and there was Matezh, standing in his living room...
  
  He was adopted instead of killed, and promised to never tell the police what he'd seen. It wasn't like Graham was... particularly broken up about it, anyways.
  
  

  Now

  
  

  He stays away mostly from the fighting. It really isn't his kind of thing, y'know? He's more interested in the carnal pleasures and the joys of scamming people doing stupid little slight of hand tricks. He's pretty good at picking up information for the family, though. People tend to just... tell him things, which is fine. Generally, what the family does is they release him onto a target and over the course of drinks he can weedle out any information that they might need or want... sometimes resulting in him sleeping with the enemy but it's FINE...
  
  He's also exceptionally good at developing poisons, though he'd never want to actually use them on anybody... no that's for... other people. Not him.
  
  
  
  
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  Strengths

  
  He's charismatic. Really, too charismatic for his own good. He was blessed with an immense amount of emotional intelligence to make up for the lack of common sense and survival instinct. Therefore, he's incredibly charming and very good at wheedling secrets out of people when he wants to. Or gathering information about the security of people's personal apartments. He also has an incredible talent at developing poisons for people to use. And, an extra scary part of him is that he is just immensely good at surviving situations that most people would describe as "deadly"
  
  

  Weaknesses

  
  Graham cannot fight. All that muscle and he cannot throw a punch - and I would definitely not trust him with a gun. He also has the tendency to look before he leaps, getting in over his head quite a bit. There's also a complete lack of common sense and he has very little survival instinct... Also he has a thing about cold weather and snow. No likey likey.
  
  

  Reputation

  
  Graham is... well, a bit of a black sheep in a crime family. He's... just... simple. He's simple. He's stupid. He's straightfoward. He's attractive and charming. By far one of the safest options when you're trying to deal with the Adamskis in that he's decidedly not a fighter or a soldier and lacking any kind of planning or scheming ability to think up of any ambitious plans.... Also known in a less positive manner as a manwhore and the town bicycle.
  
  

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