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Post: 84364803_1 created on Wed, 23 Jan 2013 04:04:54 +0000
Posted: Wed, 23 Jan 2013 04:04:54 +0000

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Hello, hello, MAGiC PANTiE here! This is your application thread, so please post all apps here. Any applications posted in the OoC will, unfortunately, be rejected. But if you're reading this, you're already in the right place anyway! Welp, good luck darlin's!

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Post: 84364803_2 created on Thu, 24 Jan 2013 01:31:57 +0000
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xxxlike your face getting forced to the floor like your face getting forced to the floor like your face getting forced to the floor
xxxlike your face getting forced to the floor like your face getting forced to the floor like your face getting forced to the floor

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Uh..Uh...sex god. False, false is good.

PST

Mostly weekends...Tuesdays and Thursdays are my only no goes.

IM IN AN ART SCHOOL AND IM CRAI. and uh...applying for the other KING, yo.

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His thought processes often start and then --

In denial that he tried to rape his little brother. Maybe. Possibly. Its his fault!

Likes to wave his hand a lot to dismiss people.

Also likes to sigh dramatically and roll his eyes when people try to tell him to be safe or some stupid shet like that.

Never really cared for NERO in the first place, it just sort of...happened.

Oh well it helps you find your brother no? He better not squeal before --

Cares less about himself, more about if everything falls apart because of some stupid --

Of course he doesn't make mistakes, stupid.

Can't really decide whether or not he wants to force his brother to love him, sexually.

Obviously last time it didn't go so well.

Oh wait, NERO | CAVALIERE is interesting enough -- enough.

He was observant enough to notice the little squirt was attached to him.

That's why he hasn't told him anything -- he's just there for...comfort.

Comfort for what -- ? Psh, nothing, nothing at all.

Do all my dirty work so I don't have to do it ;yawn. get in my bed on the side maybe. though i do like my brother more woops.

is pretty much always straight faced, unless youre a complete idiot and he smirks at you.

Emotion? No. Maybe for his brother a little too much.

Want to have sex? Drugs? Okay, cool -- as long as you find my facking brother.

If you point out he has a brother complex hed probably slice your head off.

No sense of self. Power is more important than --

What.

Leans his head on his palm a lot.

Drums his fingers on pretty much anything if he's bored. Which is all the time.

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Post: 84364803_4 created on Fri, 25 Jan 2013 02:40:04 +0000
Posted: Fri, 25 Jan 2013 02:40:04 +0000

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Relo

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I'm pretty much here all the time whether around on my phone or what. I won't be on consistently throughout the week, simply because my work schedule is random every week, but I will be on sometime every day.

You might be interested in skimming posts 4 & 5 on my samples. they both have fight scenes. oh yeah, going after NERO┇PEDINA; because violence. yum.

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well, you can't take off points for honesty.
he's some sort of scout; why anyone would let him recruit them, he doesn't know. oh wait, they don't get a choice.
if you're his target, well, you're ******** sweetheart. he kidnaps you, so pray to your god now, there's no going back.
but he doesn't work alone. he's just the muscle of the two; NERO┇TRUFFATORE is the pretty bait. he reels them in...and PEDINA fries them for dinner. roughness included free of charge.
translation: he's the one that breaks skulls for a living. he rough-houses the fresh meat when they catch it. and if they cry, that's another punch to the jaw. consider it a life lesson or a preview. he doesn't have time for queens.
truth be told, maybe there's a little...adrenaline in this job he does. maybe he likes this. maybe just a little.
but he'll tell you that violence solves everything. the faster this s**t gets done, the faster he gets some time to himself. and he doesn't like playing games.
he's mentally adopted NERO┇TRUFFATORE as a baby brother. when the idiot isn't opening his legs for NERO┇VESCOVO. which is 60% of the time.
it's now become his personal amusement to ******** things up for the happy "couple". ex: breaking down the door and dragging NERO┇TRUFFATORE off. it's not his problem if one of them is only...half cocked.
but that's not his favorite part of the day, surprisingly. slacking off is.
he's just all business. it's not like he enjoys getting blood all over him. it's hell to get out. but violence is the fastest way to get this done, you see.
and maybe there's a little adrenaline rush that comes through, too.
but really, free time is the best time. too bad, CANDIDO┇INTENDITORE is missing in action.
they're close friends, always have been, but he hasn't seen him recently. is he worried?
but he keeps looking anyway. the days are getting longer and the count keeps climbing, but he looks forward to that "free period" even more.
he's suspected of falling into a prostitution ring; well, that would've been more fun, maybe. but he's a bit too...rough to play fair with johns.
now what's going to happen if he finds out CANDIDO┇INTENDITORE is playing for the other team? he might not be able to swallow mixing business and pleasure.
uh oh. shouldn't have spent so much time smoking. now you're caught in an addiction. oh well, s**t happens. there's no time to mope; buck up or get bent.

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Your scenario is as follows:
Your character is traversing the streets of Condanna, whether it be on an errand or a special mission is up to you. It's midday, gloomy, rainy, all around a terrible day. You're in the town square when a brawl erupts nearby. It quickly escalates and becomes apparent that it's a showdown between members of NERO and CANDIDO. Before you can think or even act, one of the members of the opposing faction rushes you...

Free time, free time ~ That’s the best part of the day; it almost made him giddy, almost. Freedom. Like there was any of that left in Condanna and who knew anything of dead concepts? Whores, gangs, thieves, there was a price to pay for everyone now. Kill or die. Rule one. But what he did with his ‘off time’ was his own business; he didn’t have to spend it breaking heads. It was hard earned time, too. It used to be every three tricks he brought back—one shade shy of dead, sometimes—he’d get a little ‘personal time’. Now the number kept increasing and he was stalking these same, dead-washed streets as the days kept getting longer.

Pity it was a gruesome day to boot, too. Rain covered the street in sheets, he might tiny waves with each step he made; he was soaked through to every bone. I catch something and it’s hell to pay. He thought grimly. It was his ‘free period’ and he was going to catch sick? No, no, no. ******** that. He paused, half hidden under a small balcony holding plants—verbena, of all things. Who had time to grow anything here? “They’ll drown in this weather anyway.” Rain splattered against his boots, splat, splat, splat—little noises everywhere. Would it light? He pulls out a slightly squished cigarette; it’s mostly wet but maybe, maybe he can get it to light. Maybe he could get something out of this demeaning day. Like God’s trying to piss on us or something. It’d be even better if he could find CANDIDO┇INTENDITORE. But it’s been months since he’d seen him. Still, he looked forward to ‘free periods’ like this, just so he could keep looking. I’ll find you eventually. There’s not that many places to hide. He can’t remember now how many times he’s been telling himself that.

[********] Click. Click. The little wheel clicks and spins—a fascinating display if you’re ADHD riddled—but the lighter isn’t lighting. [********] And here he was worried about the cigarette, but it’s the lighter that’s being a b***h. He tried again. “Come on.” Again. Again. Finally, a little pop and aha! man made fire. Now for the fun part. He held it against the cigarette for a few seconds, doing his best to keep it away from the rain. It only lit after a few minutes or so—as he was readying to give up on it. “s**t, finally.” He tossed the lighter out into the street; he’d have to get a new one now, since that one had to be empty now.

Smoke rose in little wisps, curling around the ends when he blew it out—almost lazy. He inhaled again, tipped the cigarette end and threw it too into the street. He didn’t have time to stick around. He had other s**t to do—and if one of them caught him lazing about during free time, well it might be harder to get more the next time around. He didn’t want that, did he? He shrugged himself into his jacket and made sure the hood was up before he stepped back into the dismal rain. Not like the hood was going to help much; it had to be a habit thing. He was good at picking up those.

The alleyway split into the town square—the offshoot for commerce and welcoming stage for blood baths and behind-closed-door deals. A place where nothing yet everything was shady. Welcome to Condanna. Would you like a broken jaw to go with that shake? His mocking grin might say. Most days, he and NERO┇TRUFFATORE might bunker in and set up shop. NERO┇TRUFFATORE would reel them in, he’d break them in…it was all a beautiful setup. Not today. Today he was a sightseer of sorts. Well, maybe.

The square was never really quiet. Only when something truly grotesque occurred would the noise dim down just a notch. Still, he could always recognize the sounds of a fight. He caused more than his fair share of them, it was only natural then. The sound of flesh on bone, blood in the streets being washed in the drain, the rush of adrenaline pounding through vein…he never felt more like a drug dog, sniffing out fights when he shouldn’t be. There was a sharp cry—like a dog on the verge of dying—and the scuffle of shoes splashing around. Then a low grunt. Don’t get involved. Don’t get involved, the rational part instructed. You’re on your own today. Freedom. Freedom. But each noise was like a low calling, pulling, tugging at him. Some devil in him wanted to fight, wanted the calling of breaking bones. He shook his head, tried to clear the muddled feeling. Not today. There were more important things to do…

There was a flash of silver. A glint of white. A pitch of red splashed along his face. Had he been recognized? There hadn’t been time to react; the soft sheen of metal swiped across his face leaving a thick line where the blade had cut. [********] He brought his hand up and drew away crimson; well, there went the neighborhood. The scuffle brought itself to him. How nice of it.

Two, three, there were three Candido that he noted that hadn’t run off with their tails between their legs yet. Only one of his own—some rookie with a visibly broken nose, his work? He can’t recall—still viably able to fight. There’s another boy in the corner, holding red against his stomach…like he’s trying to hold his own guts in. No, go there. Perfect.

Candido swung his knife again, the blade long and smooth, but he’s ready now—the boy can’t get the jump on him twice. He stepped back but there’s nowhere else to maneuver like that twice. That’s fine. He liked being offensive. Candido swung at him again, but it’s too wide. The blade caught his nose—the scent of blood everywhere now—but not much else. The rain washes it all into the street as it runs off his face. The storm drains are going to overflow when he’s through with them. He caught him by the wrist, bending the bone backward. The boy gritted his teeth—it hurts, he can tell—but the position’s too awkward for him to keep it up. Before he can let go, the boy brings up his other fist; a solid smack to his jaw. He can feel every nerve as it lights on fire. [********! ********] He stumbled back.

Candido seemed pleased with himself. What? For catching my jaw? He grinned. It’s far from over, thanks. Another knife swing; between the synapses of pain, he’s reminded of his little knife burning a hole in his pocket—but he wants to repay the blow from earlier first. It’s only good manners. He ducked and caught the boy’s stomach with his fist. Some people don’t like that—that technique. It’s hard to land a good blow to the stomach, there’s nothing but gut there, it takes more muscle to deal damage the way you want—it’s certainly harder than taking the recoil from punching the face. But if you do it right, it works wonders. Then there’s that thirty second pause when he staggers—the wind knocked out of him. And that’s enough. The kid is royally ******** now.

He grabbed his arm and twisted it; he can almost feel the muscle tear beneath his fingers. The kid whimpered and struggled but that’s no good. He twisted his arm completely back—until he can hear the snap of bone and the kid howls. But he’s lucky PEDINA isn’t after his head. But there’s a follow-up blow to his jaw. Payback. “That’s how you do it.” He whispered and the boy dropped like a brick to the ground in pain. Blood dripped from his lip—but he doesn’t look much better himself.

He thought it was over then. Target destroyed. But when his back hits the ground, he knew it wasn't. The kid on his side put up a nice fight but couldn’t finish them off. [******** you, princess. But he can’t find air to breathe yet. His head slammed back against the pavement—well, that’s dandy—and his spine's on fire. Did he break something? His vision swirled—black, red, white, grey, everything at once. Between the colors and pain, he almost forgot how to breathe. His head cleared a bit when someone grabbed and tilted it up, then back down against the pavement. s**t. s**t. s**t. Thoughts melded together. Candido squatted next to him; he can feel his fingers locked in his hair. [********] There’s a laugh. How the mighty have fallen. No. ******** you. He was only…surprised.

The Candido b***h laughed at him. When did they get to be so violent? Don’t take my job. He spat blood out of his mouth—it tastes like rusted wire. He grinned. “Look at you. Think you’re a ******** king, don’t you, princess?” He grabbed his wrist and dug his fingers in, pushing down. His head throbbed as the motion pulls out some of his hair. But it caught Candido off guard long enough for him to roll onto his side and punch him. The stagger time is what he needed. He picked himself up into a crouch. His head swimming for a moment when he stands. Then he lunged, he struck the b***h once, then twice, both times in the face. The way his nose caved in after, he’s sure he broke it. He spat blood on the ground again. It’s only then, that moment of pause, when he noticed how badly his breath is breaking and the pain is wearing down on him. He hit the b***h again in annoyance and watched him fall.

And there it is. A click, then the cold cruelty of metal shoved against the back of his head. It stung for a moment—a brutal reminder he got jumped. He tried to turn to look but got smacked in impatience. [********] He growled. That kid…it has to be that kid. He laughed. He can almost see it. His face screwed up with pain, arm hanging uselessly, like a kicked dog.

“Get on your knees.” Candido kid orders.

“What? Like some dog?”

He’s sure the boy is grinding his teeth together. “Exactly like a dog. Congratulations, you get to be executed like one.”

He grinned. The boy’s not paying attention to his hands. Candido pushed forward on his head, impatiently. PEDINA bit back pain. “You probably think this makes you look cool, huh? Execution.” There’s a familiar chunk of metal between his fingers now. He pulls it out delicately. The boy has to notice it now. He hears the click of the gun when it's cocked back.

“You make any move and I’ll blow your brains out.”

It looks like a pen knife, honestly. A tiny little knife. He gripped the handle with his fist, the edge facing backwards. He has to guess but he thinks the kid is left handed. How fortunate. “I thought you wanted me to get on my knees.”

“Drop it. Drop the knife. I said drop the—gack!” The tiny knife is now the size of a cutlass. Just long enough to cut the boy’s gut. He whirled around and knocked the gun from his hand. It crashed into the street. “So much for that.” The boy stared at him dumbfounded, his eyes partially wide, hand still useless. He shoved the blade forward—like he wants to see it stick out his back. He hated this trick, honestly. It almost seemed unfair to have a long weapon in a firefight. But it came in handy sometimes. The kid hacked and blood bubbled from his mouth like foam. He removed the blade, and then the boy’s head in a fluid motion. There’s a simple thump when it rolled into the street.

He held the blade in his hand, ran it along his palm on one edge. It’s his ******** free time. And these goddamned bastards roped him into a fight. “My ******** off day.” He mutters. The blade grows warm in his hand when it shrunk back to its normal size. He folded it back into his pocket and turned. There’s still that second b***h lying on the ground. The one that smashed his head in. He walked over and crouched down. “I was going to let you live.” Then he stood. The rain felt nice now. Convenient even, as it washed all the blood off his skin. He slammed his foot against Candido’s neck and put some weight on it—waiting for the familiar crunch and his neck snapped. “But now I’m not.”

So much for his ******** off day.

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Posted: Fri, 25 Jan 2013 18:02:06 +0000

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i log on everyday but ooc posting is more sporadic like every other day.

i have 2 links up on my username cause i dont really have a test thread... UM. also im going for the lil bro. candido cavaliere. poor boy. LOL he will be called CC for now

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okay so CC is obviously a lil ******** up

im thinking that he had to rely on his bro a lot growing up

and CC was probably always a bit manipulated by him because of that

and he never really took initiative into his own hands until now sort of deal

THE INCIDENT is something that bothers him more than he lets on

and its something he tries to forget on a daily basis

but something he knows he needs to eventually confront, cause right now he cant have relationships because of it. ;;;;;; he wants relationships ya kno

but hes trying to better himself everyday instead of cry

CC would take his job VERY SRSLY and be known to settle debt s**t quick and without much trouble

despite his past, CC is fairly naive and trusting towards the CANDIDO because he feels safe

CC doesnt care for the darker parts of the job, and would immediately feel betrayed if the CANDIDO began taking part in them

which is why he has taken an interest in truffatore cause hes being FISHY MAYNE...

and CC would hate to see the CANDIDO in trouble cause of something FISHY.

so random tidbit he probably had an oral fascination the sexy lil devil. bites his nails, chews on straws, etc.

CC is also very good at poker.

but not very good at lying on the spot - if he rehearsed the lie, however, there wouldn't be a problem

he would be protective of sovrano foo shoo. but not like boyfriend protective. more like body guard protective.

LIKE THE BIG BROTHER HE NEVER HAD WUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUuuuuuuu.

but um. CC doesnt like to hurt people, so he rarely uses his power unless hes protective someone/himself.

he also takes frequent naps and fails attries yoga to become a more patient person. yup.

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C's bag of groceries decorated the concrete like marbles as he veered left to dodge the incoming attack. It was a novice's jab made in hasty decision - easy to maneuver, easy to counter. In the second it took for his pursuer to realize he missed, C balled his fists tight and shot forward, the hit greeted with the sound of bone breaking.

C didn't enjoy fighting, but the fresh tomatoes collecting mud on the city street reminded him of the fact that he wouldn't have sauce for his pasta tonight, and so anger outweighed simple dislike. C met the next attacker with another hard punch - for the parsley! - and drew back, taking the spare time to run his dampened hair out from his face. Fist twitching at his side, C turned to face the rest of the brawl, only to find the numbers significantly smaller than he remembered. Had he been that intimidating?

Some C knew as Candido stopped their duels to look over, and C knew he was doomed before it happened. Their eyes sparkled with the recognition of someone in higher power, and their ignorance shouted his name across the rain that C wished pattered hard enough to drown out sound.

Unfortunately it was only drizzle, and his comrade's call made it to him, his injured enemies, and the Nero smart enough to keep their ears open in battle. It was enough to cause the tension that eventually stopped the crowd, curious eyes looking to C to see if the name fit the man.

"We've got to get back to headquarters, now!" one of them yelled across the way to the man C assumed led the raid. His eyes met C's - cold - calculating whether he should take him now or report back.

C knew his brother still believed his conversion to Candido was rumor. This man would know that too. It made the kidnapping option look more tempting.

C knew that too.

The young man hesitated none to push his hand forward, summoning a blue light immediately to shoot from his palm towards the man still weighing his options. The rest of the Nero took the hint and ran, the Candido's following suit - they knew C's reputation too, and meaningless fighting in the streets didn't go overlooked.

C took a breath, put a finger to his mouth before reminding himself that no, i'm quitting, put a hand to his ear instead, grazing the silver earring that saved him, and reminded him of his brother.

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Posted: Fri, 25 Jan 2013 20:59:51 +0000

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Rae

Hawaii; GMT -10:00 PST, It's a b***h of a timezone.

College, and Business Clubs. But gaia, of course.

Skype and AIM are the best ways to reach me.

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I'm aiming for the Nero Vescovo, that son of a b***h. Playing with people's hearts.

One twisted guy, he thinks love, sex, and affection is a game. He's never needed to earn it.

A little apathetic to the power struggles of Nero, but who cares as long as he's with the top dog?

Easygoing at a glance, but cross him, and you'd regret that you ever tried.

He likes an easy conquest but isn't it worth the trouble to get that prime man in your bed? Preferably, under you.

Doesn't really understand the point of being exclusive. You should share the wealth right?

Alright, he doesn't sleep with every lay. Just the ones with the pretty, lascivious mouth.

Certainly not against fooling around at work, but when it comes to business...

Despite the rakish veneer, he manages work and money with an eagle eye. Not one to swindle.

For some reason, ` ⊰ NERO┇PEDINA ⊱ has caught his eye. Maybe his blatant disinterest or just his disgust.

Vescovo hasn't been able to keep the brothel without being able to judge the customers. ` ⊰ NERO┇PEDINA may just need to awaken to his.. inner desire.

While he's trained the brothel to handle the more.. outrageous requests, he does not take well to violence from customers. Get out, you ********.

As a manager, he protects his own, and his .. interests. While Nero's and his align, its profitable.

He doesn't need to pry anymore into Nero than what's good for him and the brothel. That affair with the brother, for instance.

Pleasantries and tactfulness are all well and nice, but don't keep him waiting. Patience is a game he only cares to play with a few.

Actually, now that he remembers. Vescovo joined Nero because they could cover up murders. Wait, what?

His creed is to live the hedonistic lifestyle. Why a brothel? Pleasure, sinful pleasure of course, is the ultimate pinnacle of life.

You know, smokes and ropes make for .. interesting play. Would you like to try it sometime?

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Well, VESCOVO certainly didn't expect this. There was nothing quite like leaving the business, to making an order to this. And to top the damn day off, it was raining-- making the ground slippery and giving what they thought was an advantage. Shouts slapped the air, and so were wildly swinging limbs. Untrained idiots.. To think, he could've had TRUFFATORE handle this if he'd been here now. VESCOVO took a step back from the hitman after him, evading the hasty blow of a bat to his head. Was this what they equipped Nero with? Another man came lunging forward behind him, this time with a knife. Well-- gravel came flying up as VESCOVO took a sweeping kick up, lowering himself to dodge another lethal blow. The hiss of pain from his assailant, and the bruising blindness was the chance VESCOVO took, landing a solid kick to the man's ribs. He watched as one of his assailants flew backwards-- then came the barely missing bat that came down too close to him. Twisting around, his foot swiveled on the wet pavement to lunge a strangling hand onto his throat. ********. Didn't they know any chivalry? VESCOVO lifted the miserable man up into the air, watching his face turn blue. Then he cocked his head. "Are you CANDIDO's disposable pawns? Seems like it, having you attack me so recklessly." VESCOVO's tone was light, almost conversational, though there was still no trace of a smile on his lips and his eyes were sharp, calculating. He twisted his grip, watching the man make a pathetic attempt at trying to dislodge VESCOVO.

"Granted, I'm not the strongest in Nero, but I didn't think I warranted a measly pair of dogs." VESCOVO gave the man a once-over. Something struck him as being too easy. Strange. The man didn't look defeated-- he looked .. triumphant. Which gave it away. The glint of metal underneath his coat had VESCOVO tossing the mutt away, leaping back to escape the shot, a hand out to eschew his aim. Too damn bad, he was determined to get a shot in. The sound of bullets volleyed across the town square-- damn dog was smarter than it first looked. ********. A gun that was far too quick for even Vescovo to outmaneuver, a blow hit him solidly in the shoulder.

Pain. Pain ripped anew, and crimson blossomed on his shoulder. The mutt was elated, his gun was falling in triumph. And this his eyes widened as VESCOVO tore across the pavement, slamming the mutt to the ground with bone-shattering force. What a mistake this mangy mutt made. Pain only made VESCOVO stronger, and turned what had been amusing banter into deathly force. A cruel smile cracked upon his face, as he kicked the man's head violently. His neck, his neck was broken. You could see the tears, the scream wrenched from him as VESCOVO'S boot heel ground down into his eye, gouging it from it's socket. Broken limbs just weren't his style. Breaking an arm, breaking a leg. But gouging and carving a victim to ultimate pain was in one way, the most pleasurable of it all.

The other, struggling to get up and also the one who'd gone flying earlier gaped. Bleeding and injured, how could this guy even move? VESCOVO had a simple answer for him. Kill or be killed. He inched away, making to run. A valiant attempt, and a strategic one. There was enough time between him and VESCOVO. But what he didn't take into account? The hesitation was to be his death, as VESCOVO's unnatural speed and the demonic glint in his eye had him to the trash's face in what seemed like a few seconds. VESCOVO's hand was on his face, crushing his skull to the wall. He soon crumbled to the ground, the knife he'd borne earlier clattered down.

VESCOVO squatted down, watching still the hint of breathing from his victim. They weren't dead yet huh? Well then, he should be courteous. Grant them the reprieve of death, shouldn't he? VESCOVO lifted the knife. And watched it stab itself into the man's hand, wrenching into the floor. What was he saying? Noise. Just noise. Desperate pleas, but it wasn't pleasure. Like he cared. What he wanted to hear was the moans of his name, the writhing of lust. And this? Well. "Have you learned your lesson?" He left his foot on the handle, inching it forward to watch the deliberate slice across that hand.

The sap couldn't answer. His mouth contorted, the now misshapen head was shouting at him. Huh. VESCOVO studied the tip of his boot, and wanted to scoff at the scuff marks they now bore. What a useless mongrel this was. VESCOVO sighed, realizing this was a waste of time. To think, he could've been seeing to wooing NERO'S PEDINA, tried to break down his defenses. A tragic waste of his time. Alas, VESCOVO recognized life had it's moments. Extracting a well-maintained pipe from the confines of his jacket-- he would've been pissed as ******** if the bullet had hit there instead. He padded the delectable tobacco in, almost leisurely and lit it up with the lighter. Sure, cigarettes were easier but one simply did not enjoy the full pleasure of the tobacco. It was fruition he looked for, not the escape. He relished it, the sweet, noxious scent of the drug was soothing to his nerves. And pain. Learn a lesson, brats. Tobacco's alleviating. The smoke wisped away and downwards. And to some passer by, it was serpentine, winding around it's victims before tightening it's noose and lynching his foes. Maybe one moment, maybe two before the body stopped struggling and actually bothered to die. "Indulge in your deaths, boys. It's a damn shame you didn't enjoy yourself a bit more." Pointless deaths marred what could've been a gratified life.

Was there a time in their lives, that this kind of killing wasn't normal. That once, they'd had a care for the lives they had taken? Debauchery and murder, had they gone too far?

Both convoluted bodies lay on the ground, a dismal sight in the town square. The steady rain made the crimson drip down into the sewers, and with it, evidence of the crime was being washed away. But never the sins. Never could it be expunged from his life. Too damn dark, he had already drowned in the black ocean and too far in its depths. Never could he salvage what he'd lost.

The darkened face of Nero's Vescovo, the rain dripped down his chin. And then the creeping flash of white, a craven smile. He enjoyed this life. Damn anyone who told him otherwise.

And then all that was left of him was the pipe smoke drifting in the sky.

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Post: 84364803_7 created on Sat, 26 Jan 2013 05:06:06 +0000
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Yon or, you know, a name or something.. I dun care.

Eastern Standard Time (I think it’s +5? Not positive..)

Full-time student, but I check at least once a day.. which means I’m on all the time.

I can post two to three times a week, normally. Though, around exams.. nope.

I’ll always tell you if I’ll be gone or something.

Erm.. applying for CANDIDO | VESCOVO

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Well, he’s a very odd person… he’s a little psychotic, to be honest.

I mean, drugs are crazy things that make somewhat-normal people into crazier versions of themselves…

He’s a pretty skilled hacker and loves to know everything about everyone

Any thing you’ve ever posted on the Internet or any thing ever posted about you, he probably knows

Secrets are only safe on paper or in your head

He’s very meticulous about his workspace, extremely OCD

He only gives information when he knows there is a gain for him

He’s a little on the lazy side, and likes to phase through walls to get places

He doesn’t see the point in waiting, hence the walking through walls whenever he feels like it

You know how he’s obsessive about things? It’s not adorable creepy… it’s creepy creepy.

His crush on CANDIDO | PEDINA is a little worse than obsessive, it’s fanatical

He is completely fixated on CANDIDO | PEDINA whenever he is near, it’s very disturbing, really…

He really doesn’t like Nero, but he is so addicted to their drug… it’s a love/hate relationship

CANDIDO | TRUFFATORE is a good guy, he’s been real nice about everything

But, he suspects there are other motives behind the niceties

He is pretty reserved around CANDIDO | SOVRANO because he doesn’t want to be caught

He tries to smother his emotions, but they end up coming out in intense, sporadic bursts

When he is trying to hold something in, he’s in a very volatile state… so all the time

Don’t mess with him when he’s like that…

He likes to make quips at people… he’s a little insufferable in the fact that he’s a know-it-all

And, he’s right 99.99% percent of the time

His name is Micah (probably)… also… picture /shot

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I'm usually called noire, but i get random nicknames from everyone so yeah.

GMT ( + 8 )

I'm on everyday until school starts ( which is about June )

baaah - such a different timezone, I'll do my best, GOMEN. applying for ` ⊰ NERO┇GEROFANTE ⊱ because bi - polar messed up characters <3

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the psycho that coops himself up in the laboratory, which is located under NERO's brothel, all day - everyday.

though the entrance to that is hidden and only known by significant NERO members.

but it's not like they'd come an visit anyway, who'd visit some psychopath in a place like the laboratory? well maybe NERO┇SOVRANO will, but that's a different story

he doesn't have any friends either - so relationships? what.

aside from his loyalty to NERO┇SOVRANO because of obvious reasons the only other person he actually talks to for a good amount of time is NERO┇VESCOVO.

and that good amount of time is mostly used in arguing about the whores that become his test subjects.

so basically he's a lonely ********, boo - hoo. he doesn't actually mind, but because of his bi - polarity, he sometimes mopes around his laboratory and the next second he'll be fine and dandy. it's no big deal, at all.

he goes out sometimes, i mean, he is still human - needs to eat and breathe slightly less dangerous air and all that.

even the underground garden gets boring sometimes, and most of the plants are for research purposes and need to be handled with care.

can't have them being wasted on test runs and just newly developed theories.

so he goes out and buys flowers or other materials that he needs to create more drugs/medicines. or personal things that he needs

on a more personal note - he isn't exactly healthy though.

due to his hard - working nature he tends to be a workaholic and skip meals.

he doesn't usually have anything solid to eat during his break, usually noodles or crackers and then back to work.

he doesn't sleep that much either. he usually sleep about an hour everyday and drink coffee or take anything that would keep him up and running. with an exception of sundays.

on sundays - he has a timer, the instant it hits 2 in the afternoon he's out like a light and is dead asleep until the early morning of monday.

he only eats properly when he goes and buys materials, dropping by an unpopular shop near the market. the owner is an old woman that actually thinks he's a doctor and usually treats him to meals and even packs food for him, sometimes.

he treats this elder as his mother and his calmer and much more sane side comes into play.

he visits about 3 times a week and usually stays for a long while before returning to his job.

unfortunately, he's as gruesome as it gets - you wouldn't want to walk in his laboratory when he's busy. some things are not meant to be seen by other people.

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Your character is traversing the streets of Condanna, whether it be on an errand or a special mission is up to you. It's midday, gloomy, rainy, all around a terrible day. You're in the town square when a brawl erupts nearby. It quickly escalates and becomes apparent that it's a showdown between members of NERO and CANDIDO. Before you can think or even act, one of the members of the opposing faction rushes you...

In the midst of such a gloomy weather, a small shop near the marketplace was doing business as usual. The customers felt warm and cozy in the small shop, glad to be sheltered from the rain and the cold. The old lady that worked there was glad that the rain hand not discouraged any of her regulars or any new costumers to travel to her shop.

NERO’s GEROFANTE was a regular in that old lady’s shop, and today he decided to visit but left as soon as he finished a meal, promising to return to the shop after his short errand. The rain was something he wasn’t fond of, especially when he gets wet. It’s hard to dry things, especially when he’s not back at the laboratory. Today, however, he decided to go out and buy a certain type of mushroom, he had found out that poisonous mushrooms may actually have some sort of chemical that induces hallucinations. He’s interested in this, particularly for a different kind of ecstasy that he might be able to develop with it.

It didn’t take long for him to locate a stand at the market place that actually sells this kind of thing - actually, GEROFANTE knew that the old man running the stall is trying to get GEROFANTE to favor him. If that happens, the old man thinks he can be protected by NERO in times of trouble. GEROFANTE uses this to his advantage, telling the old man that if he were to get him this certain material, NERO will certainly favor him.

It didn’t last long however, the old man pushed his boundaries today and GEROFANTE’s violent moodiness caused the whole situation to escalate. As the old man was digging through more merchandise at the back of his stall, GEROFANTE took a hold of him from the back and pierced his neck with his syringe. The syringe glowed in the darkness, emitting a blue light. GEROFANTE lets go and watches his victim fall to the floor. A dark chuckle escaped his lips as he reached into his pocket to dig out a medicine case. He pulled out a red pill and shoved it down the old man’s throat, it wasn’t long until the victim’s mouth had started foaming, blood seeping out of the corner. GEROFANTE frowned, the drug was supposed to be traceless, no foam or blood – it was supposed to make it look like a heart attack, or heart failure. With an unsatisfied grunt, he makes his way out of the stall quickly and unnoticed. It seems he’ll be needing to make another “friend” to get the materials he needed.

GEROFANTE wanted to study the mushrooms as soon as possible, and decided to skip his visit to the shop again – passing through the town square would be the quickest route, though the rain had started to pour a little harder. He holds the umbrella tighter when he hears a woman scream, it was high – pitched and annoying to him. He turned around to see a brawl erupt in from on his eyes, and it was no ordinary brawl, it was between CANDIDO and NERO members. It didn’t seem like any of them were significant members – so it didn’t interest him one bit. It was then that a CANDIDO lunged at him, he was taken by surprise and was a second too late to step back. A blunt object had hit him square in the chest and he gets tossed away hitting a wall of a building behind him. He opens his eyes, only to see a blurry image of the boy that had hit him. He tries to stand but gets his hair pulled by another CANDIDO member. They laugh and mock him – and he gets depressed at how weak he is but that was just for a second. The next second he was angry – he was angry that they had managed to destroy his perfect mushrooms that would be used in his experiments. In one swift movement, the CANDIDO member gets stabbed in the heart with a scalpel that was hidden in his belt pocket. He pulls out his syringe and take hold of the other CANDIDO member, forcefully plunging the needle into the neck of his victim. It didn’t take long for the other to be immobile. He stops for a moment and scans the place before being attacked again – he wasn’t at all that strong and took a few more hits from other members before they also fall into the abyss. “Ugh, look what you’ve done, I’m soaked. But this crimson red floor, is beautiful – the color of your boss, no?” He says with a deranged smile on his face. He walks up to one of them and tilts the CANDIDO's head to examine it further, "Your eyes, they're a beautiful blue." He whispers as he slowing brings his hand to the CANDIDO’s eyes. Just before on eye was taken out of it’s socket as slowly and painfully as possible, GEROFANTE lets out a dark chuckle.

Another dark chuckle escaped GEROFANTE once again as he shamelessly cuts the immobile bodies’ in half, examining the healthy or almost healthy organs. As much as the whores’ organs are intact, some of them have really weak organs. To bring these better organs back to the laboratory and transplanting them would make for a good project. Testing drugs on the transplanted organs would be a good thing to study as well.

Although, he himself was bruised an bleeding, this is a wonderful opportunity to be able to examine human bodies even further – though he’s pretty sure he’ll get in trouble with the other members for the unsightly conduct.

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Noon, Noonie

Pacific Standard Time

Nonexistant atm. Job searching and the occasional grocery trip. And a looooot of Gaia.

Three sample links, I ain't got no thread. ^^;; Pardon my Game of Thrones issue, I'm just proud of how I write canons.

I'm hopin' for CANDIDO | TRUFFATORE, that tricksy b*****d.

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Truffers sees all of this as a big game, and he's the only one who knows how to play.

It's all about life's physical pleasures for him.

Honestly, he doesn't see what's so terriburr about Nero. Why can't they just share the crime world?

He thinks very highly of himself and his superior brainpower.

So he knows that there are risks, and he should "avoid" them, but I mean, it's not like he's gonna get caught anyway.

Very survivalist kinda guy, the sort who gets fired and someone manages to have a job lined up the next day, no issue.

Only Sovrano can really get him to do... anything?

Likes the sound of his own voice, so he's a chatterbox.

Truffers is equal parts disdainful and terrified of them kingly guys.

"Ohohoh, I'm double-crossing you both, right under your stupid noses trololol I hope you don't find out and destroy my insides. But then how could you find out you're so STUPID LOL"

He's obviously the least loyal guy ever. Truff plays for Truff's team, and no others!

But he's pro at acting, so he pulls the wool over most people's eyes with his chill-good-guy-brohiem act.

How else would he be able to manipulate both gangs to his advantage?

Being the only witness to Vescovo’s issue really tickles his funny bone. It’s all he can do to not burst out laughing every time he sees him.

Vessie is cute too, kinda good enough to ******** anyway, but commitment is the shits and besides, Truffers deserves someone as fabulous as him.

Intenditore is such a freaking bore, he’d ask Sovrano for a different partner if the stupid question ‘why’ wouldn’t come up.

Cavaliere could benefit from a good bong hit, in his opinion hush that’s not his answer to everything. b***h is all gung-ho and s**t, he needs to learn to enjoy life.

So if you can’t tell, Truff thinks he’s got everyone’s issues figured out.

He also fights like a wet napkin. Scratch that, a wet napkin taped to a bolting cat. What I’m trying to say here is that he runs every opportunity he gets. Don’t want to damage the clientele!

Screwing with people makes his insides giggle.

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Sin or Sinny

EST (-5 GMT)

Daily afternoon to late night, but checks gaia constantly from the phone

Is hoping to be ` ⊰ NERO┇INTENDITORE ⊱

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Was personally brought in by ` ⊰ NERO┇SOVRANO ⊱

Was undoubtedly loyal and dedicated to NERO

He just wants things to keep running smoothly; both on paper, and on the street

Soon realized to keep the peace he wouldn't have a lot of friends

Fell into drinking and began to focus more on the numbers than the people

Usually aligns people's anger to their ignorance or misunderstanding

Thus anger is a sign of weakness to him, as is hate

Outside of business he is rather personable and aims to please

Views money as a sort of aphrodisiac to promote happiness in others

Obviously he has had his heart broken a few times, but hasn't learned

Is definitely not one to admit his own mistakes and will try to concoct some logical explanation for them

He finds comfort in control and the powers of others or in complete solitude

Not sure on how long he can keep betraying NERO to support ` ⊰ CANDIDO┇GEROFANTE ⊱

Doesn't want to upset either party, because he feels he owes them both so much

It doesn't help that he is also keeping the skimming done by ` ⊰ NERO┇TRUFFATORE ⊱ under wraps as well

Just doesn't feel like on of the group or as dedicated to a man that seems to only have eyes on his younger brother

Wonders if the solitude he enjoys was his choice to get away or if no one wants to see him

` ⊰ NERO┇VESCOVO ⊱ isn't the best influence in regards to loyalty, but they need each other to keep the club going

Regrets the actions he is taking with only the strange hope that someone will reach out to save him like ` ⊰ CANDIDO┇GEROFANTE ⊱ did

Finds himself sighing loudly in annoyance and exasperation

Fidgets with the watch on his right wrist when he is nervous

Is not well known for his ability and only ` ⊰ NERO┇CAVALIERE ⊱ and ` ⊰ NERO┇SOVRANO ⊱ have seen it in real action

The last time he really used it was to help in tracking down ` ⊰ CANDIDO┇CAVALIERE ⊱

The hunt was unsuccessful and he returned to his work at the club

If he doesn't act soon then all of his work might end in complete failure. Something needs to change.

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The only reason Intenditore was now cowering under an umbrella to avoid the cold rain with two arms full of groceries as he made his way through the town square was because his wish to remain indoors today was inconceivable given the lack of food in his home. Little did the accountant realize that this rainy day was about to get a deal worse when a fight broke out nearby. At first the male just wanted to ignore it and continue on until he realized that the fight breaking out actually involved members of NERO. Once spotted him and called out. That was when he realized he didn't have any choice in the matter. Leaving now would be a betrayal of his crew and he wasn't about to increase his sins. So Intenditore went about setting down his bags when he caught motion out of the corner of his eye. Seemed one of the CANDIDO's had realized who he was and went in for the rush. There was no time to react and before Intenditore knew it he was sprawled out on the ground. Cold rain began to soak his clothes while hot pain spread across the right side his face. Before he even had a chance to finish removing the bags from his arms and get up a swift kick tore into his gut. Intenditore was on his back again and while he struggled with the bags his attacker laid into his left ribs with heavy right kicks. By then the accountant wasn't even worried about the rain. He was more worried about the hospital bill he might have to pay or the cost of replacing the smashed food that lay around him.

The fact that this was becoming more and more of an inconvenience in cost was what really started to infuriate the man. So instead of just trying to block the incoming kicks he remembered his abilities and threw his hands up, launching a blast of wind right into the unbalanced attacker. As the CANDIDO fell back Intenditore got up to his feet, rubbing his aching side. A punch or two he could take, but a full on assault was pretty brutal. He was no trained fighter to take a licking and keep on ticking. What he needed to do was end this fast. As the attacker moved back to his feet Intenditore took position with his right side facing forward in a side stance. He wanted to make sure he could defend his already injured side. with an injury and his limited power Intenditore could only rely on his speed and training.

As his attacker stepped forward squared up with his fists raised the NERO member chose to raise his right fist and lower his left arm to guard his injured side. The CANDIDO stepped in again and and so did Intneditore with a heavy kick for the left knee to give him a chance to plant his right foot between his opponent's legs. Whether his opponent took the hit or tried to avoid it didn't really matter to the wind user. He was just trying to get to the inside. Once successful a quick feint with his right fist redirected his opponent's eyes and gave Intenditore the opening he was looking for. Even strength wouldn't be enough to keep the joint locked in the standing position as a left foot kicked was brought into the inside of the right knee. This brought the CANDIDO down to his knee while Intenditore opened him up further with a quick two hit combo to the face before following it up with a grab for the back of his opponent's and a left knee to the face face. The Intenditore's combination was perfect in its ability to knock out an unskilled opponent. For good measure a second one-two combination was planted into the head just to make sure the CANDIDO wouldn't get up.

At this point adrenaline had kicked in to dull the pain in his side. Even the rain was forgotten as Intenditore turned his focus to the fighting that continued nearby. No one was going to wait for him. If he was going to end the situation and help his fellow NEROs then he needed to continue to ignore his injuries. He broke into a run, practically gliding across the town square to join his comrades. Given that he was going to be dealing with a group he could try to just overpower them with the gift his Sovrano had given him. Sadly blasts of wind would only serve to deter them or send them running. A viable option were he up against a group by himself, but out here with his comrades he had already made the decision to fight. It was time to show those CANDIDO bastards who owned this territory.

A quick double blast of air was enough to stagger the CANDIDOs. The lull gave his comrades enough time to recover themselves in preparation to go on the offensive. All Intenditore really felt he needed to do now as to give his mean a boost in confidence while striking some fear into the CANDIDOS. With the choice made the wind user joined the front with his comrades and launched a more concentrated blast at the man that seemed to be the main brawn. It sent him back a few feet and caused a gap in the group. It was the opening Intenditore planned to created. As much as he could calculate numbers he could understand battle tactics on the street - intimidation had one of the biggest roles to play. With wind on his heels he flew forward towards his singular target. Everyone on the CANDIDO side would be able to see what happened next.

Intenditore went straight for a heavy forward right kick to the gut of one of their larger fighters. However, given the man's size and obvious strength it was going to take more to than a quick attack to bring him down. This was confirmed by the fact that the CANDIDO brawler had grabbed a hold of the kicking leg with his left arm before he aimed a heavy fisted punch for Intenditore's head. It was the kind of punch that could finish a man in one blow. That was the kind of power that the wind user did not have. His loss of balance was his saving grace. Simultaneously falling backward while taking the hit reduced the force of the hit. A quick gust of wind from behind helped to instead launch his untethered left leg up and around for the side of the brawler's head. Given that he was still outside his opponents guard the kick was easily blocked by opponent's arm and shoulder.

At this point his comrades had rejoined the fray. This provided some cover form outside attack, but Intenditore had underestimated his opponent. Now accountant found himself on his back for the third time with his leg locked in place by a heavy bicep with his front exposed to the fist hammering down upon him. All he could do was cover up and protect his head while trying to push off with his free leg. Given the position he was in it was impossible. The arm was locked firmly around his ankle. Probably a blast of wind wouldn't help to knock the man back lest Intenditore wanted to be dragged across the ground with him. The onslaught of punches was starting to break through Intenditore's guard. Eventually he was forced to opened his guard when punches landed in his injured gut. Two hits to the face followed, but they were needed sacrifices so he could wrap his arms around the brawler's right arm. Both hands gripped the fist and wrist which meant that both of his opponent's arms were now occupied. The kick for the head was thrown again with the foot catching the back of the brawler's head. A quick wind blast against the heel allowed Intenditore to drag his opponent down to the ground with him. Now an arm bar was his best option as his leg came over the face of the brawler. Even with the CANDIDO man's strength he was just the same when it came to the first attacker. Joints were the weak point and he couldn't protect his arm with the other still locking the right leg in place.

A quick pull backwards into his chest allowed for the arm to be broken in an instant. The brawler let out a terrible scream that was more effective in striking fear into the CANDIDO men than any blast of wind. A quick levitation to pull himself off the ground brought Intenditore into the upright position which allowed him to twist and pull the arm out of its socket. Another scream followed before he dropped a heavy wind backed knee back into the back of the brawler's skull and cut those painful scream short. Seeing their strongest fighter beaten into a crumpled heap was all that was needed to send them running. Those CANDIDO that weren't fast enough to get away were ganged up on by the NEROs. The victor was obvious. No, not Intenditore. The NERO gang was the one who had won here. He was just another cog in that wheel. Happy to do his part and to get some cash from the pockets of the fallen. Someone had to pay for this inconvenience.

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birth, op

gmt+10

will do my best to post at least once a week. school starts at the end of the month, and work is not very consistent, so I think it's better for me to start and stay low rather than cranking it up and then dwindling in posting frequency.

nero intenditore. no experience with action posts, but I'm not afraid to give it a shot :B

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may or may not have ocd

okay he does he can't help that he feels uncomfortable with others messing with his things

except candido gerofante since he nursed him back to health and hasn't ******** up

yet

and hopefully never will

speaking of which he's a pretty cool guy but seriously what the ******** was he doing getting into this much debt

it's not really his business though since it doesn't seem right to just ask the guy who saved your life why they even got into that mess in the first place

is prone to

pausing and

it helps put his thoughts together because sometimes what he wants to say isn't what comes out of his mouth and it vexes him because misunderstandings are not good and oh yeah he's also prone to rambling and going on tangents often rambling tangents and they all mix and mash together and it makes him feel even worse

one good way to shut him up is

there isn't really a good way to shut him up once he's started all you can really do is wait till he's done or passes out from forgetting to breathe

there have been a couple of incidents of him fainting after people thought they'd be smart and kiss him to get him to shut up and he ended up airblasting them off a building

keeps his blessed coin around his neck and out of sight

tries not to use his powers since they get a lot of attention from others

has had two serious-serious girlfriends but they broke up with him because he still wasn't too comfortable with them using his bathroom

seriously don't touch his bathroom

or his kitchen come to think of it

you know what just don't touch his stuff

don't touch him either come to think of it

you could say he's a little touchy about these sorts of things

don't say that to his face though he's been getting better with his airblasts and isn't afraid to show his progress

also no boyfriends since he's pretty much straighter than the poles in club rovante

hasn't stopped some guys though and he has experimented but that was just him being charitable

apparently people (read: NERO VESCOVO) think it's funny to talk dirty with him to hold pantone cards next to his face and compare which one's redder

it's not so don't do it - airblasts, remember?

last name basis with everyone no exceptions

he's bad with names anyway and remembering only one helps him greatly

don't disturb him when he's in work mode unless you know he hasn't eaten or slept in the last twenty-four hours since he tends to forget

he's quite absent-minded come to think of it

favourite drink is rum and coke

does his best to be polite because he finds that it's the quickest way to calm someone down and rile someone up

results may or may not be hilarious

they often are until they try and punch him in the face and then he defenestrates them via airblast

oh wait that's pretty hilarious too

is apparently suave, according to many females, but that's probably the suits and not his obviously stellar personality shining through

hobbies include: flying to the top of skyscrapers, cooking and seeing how many hours he can go without sleep

that's pretty much it

besides look how much more time you have to finish work when you give up sleep hahaha

he often forgets to eat as well come to think of it but it's okay because he's a great cook

breathing is everything - calm breaths, calm mind

you'd be surprised how many people that annoys - lots of jokes about him being frigid and a boring lay but he tries not to let that get to him

control of his power is conveniently relative to how calm he is

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NERO INTENDITORE had to be half-coaxed half-dragged out of his office at the club at around eleven, much to the bookkeeper's dismay. He was too slow with reorganising the monthly bills of Club Rovante and the brothel, and as a result he was lagging slightly behind with double- and triple-checking CANDIDO GEROFANTE's embezzling. If anyone noticed any gaps or mistakes with the records it would be his fault. Well, it would also be CANDIDO GEROFANTE's fault for getting involved in the first place, but it would be NERO INTENDITORE's head that they'd be serving on a silver platter first. Sometimes he wondered if his seriousness about his work was rubbing off on everyone else, or if they were just being strict on him.

He felt uncomfortable with the other male - `Gerraunn, was it?` - pulling on his wrist because it hurt and that was his dominant hand, so he did his best to gently pry his fingers off. Gerraunn - `Or was it Gortann?` - was in a bitter mood that day, gripping and tugging harder in response. Maybe NERO GEROFANTE had left the lab in a bad mood as well? NERO INTENDITORE knew that the scientist's mood swings often affected many other's. Maybe his findings weren't to his expectations, or he had been summoned at a bad time. He entertained the thought of comparing the man with himself. `I'd like to think of myself as hard-working, even though he probably does much more work than me. I don't think I've ever seen him eat anything. He does buy an awful lot of flowers; maybe he likes ikebana?`

"Stop tripping over yourself, buddy, and get a move on." Gortann - or Gerraunn, whatever - was getting impatient for reasons that eluded NERO INTENDITORE. Brunch could wait; jobs couldn't. Huffing, he wrenched his wrist free from the other man's grasp and left at a leisurely pace back to the club. "Hey, where're you going?"

"Back." He could eat after those files have rested. Gerraunn/ Gortann yanked at his collar, pulling him back unsteadily. "I'd leave you alone if it were up to me, but NERO VESCOVO got a little pissed when he found you passed out - again - doing work and missing out on his parties. Either you're eating out or I'm getting some of the boys to gag you with burgers." NERO INTENDITORE folded his arms across his chest, miffed. He wasn't one for NERO VESCOVO's nightly events, and him passing out was just a one-time mistake. Also, burgers were often disgusting and made him want to throw up, but he'd rather be ordered to go out and eat something that he picked than be ordered to sit still while people punched his mouth with greasy buns. He felt the right choice was obvious enough.

Come midday and the streets were wet and loud from rain and fights. NERO INTENDITORE was, mostly, unfazed as he left the sandwich bar - `That was some very nice sourdough,` - with Gerraunn/ Gortann already running off towards.. towards the fight. He repelled the urge to shake his head in disappointment; sometimes NERO needed to keep its nose where it belonged and not get it socked in the face -

- which is exactly what just happened to him. Startled, he reflexively thrust his palm out in front of him, feeling a harsh gust flow out of his suit sleeve in time with his breath. A shocked yelp flew away from him, but he wasn't sure if it was just a bystander or his attacker. NERO INTENDITORE gingerly dabbed his cheek with his fingertips, grimacing at how sore his jaw felt. His sudden outburst had caught the attention of several others. `Oh, they're CANDIDO.. what a bother.` He quickly eyed the scene for CANDIDO GEROFANTE, but the only people he recognised that were in the brawl were from NERO.

Keeping his breathing steady, he counted them in his head. He wasn't the best at fighting with fists, but several have thanked him for being a distraction, and if that was what he was good at, he was going to do his best to keep being good at it. One threw a brick at him, which he quickly rebuffed to another male who was about to kick him. A third male, wielding a baseball bat, swung aggressively at his head - NERO INTENDITORE managed to blow it out of his grip as he ducked. By then, the boy with the brick had recovered and charged straight for him; with a sweep of his hand NERO INTENDITORE summoned a burst of wind that knocked him into his comrades.

With his three main attackers currently down, NERO INTENDITORE quickly took the time to think about his options. He would've much preferred to run back to the club and return to his bookkeeping, but that would earn him insults of being both celibate and a coward, and he's had plenty of headaches from the first time. NERO INTENDITORE wasn't too keen on hurting any bystanders or damaging property - `I don't think KING would like our money being used to rebuild any sandwich bars,` - so he'd have to concentrate his attacks and make sure his airblasts didn't go out of control.

Sighing, he held his hands out in front of him defensively, palms open. The three CANDIDO men who had attacked him earlier had picked themselves up and began charging at him when NERO INTENDITORE could hear sirens wailing closer towards the scene. With a final huff he punched three airblasts at their torsos, sending them flying into the florist on the opposite side of the street. Making sure that no one was paying too much attention to him (his powers were already too flashy for his tastes), he leapt several feet onto the sandwich bar's roof, feeling his blazer flutter around his waist, before leaping across the rooftops to get back to the club. He officially had lunch, and there was still more paperwork to do before he could sleep.

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He's got the looks and he knows it. But he also knows a little effort makes it all better and he's willing to put that little extra into everything he does.

Knows he'd get s**t for how much time and money he spends on his looks, so he keeps that little fact to himself.

Combined with his nice and charming young man on the streets attitude, he's a natural lady (and man where applicable) killer.

He's also sharp and very people observant; best way to learn about someone's to watch and talk, right?

Charm's not a work thing only though, he likes doing nice little things for the other guys in the gang whenever he can. Gotta keep good relationships and 'thank you' is never a bad thing to hear.

Gets a little huffy when they blatantly ignore his efforts though. Ungrateful bastards.

He does enjoy watching the way people wrap themselves around his fingers when he's working. It's a satisfying power thrill.

Might be because he's not much in the physical strength department. It's pretty sad how fast this guy can get taken down from a few good punches.

But whatever, that's what ⊰ NERO┇PEDINA ⊱ is around for. He's got no problems going to him for help. One of the only guys he'd trust with his back.

Kinda suspects the guy gets off on the violence anyway, the way he goes about it.

That's cool though, he gets off a little on watching ⊰ NERO┇PEDINA ⊱ beat the s**t out of people too. Just a little.

Love is for losers. Can't convince him otherwise.

Was played once himself, back when he was young and naive and dumb as bricks. Tricked into a gangbang by a guy he liked and that's when he called it quits for love.

Even without his own life lesson learned, ⊰ NERO┇CAVALIERE ⊱'s pathetic moping is a pretty good ad for the single life.

But that's all boring stuff. Life's pretty good now that he's tossed out love. He's honestly happy with how things are right now.

Gives him more time to focus on the other things he likes to do, like learning how to play the guitar and reading and helping the elderly.

No seriously, the old ladies around town just love him, what a nice young man, and have no problems telling him everything they know. And they know all the best gossip.

But it doesn't make him feel bad using what he knows for work in the least. Anyone who falls for work-charm act is just learning the same life lesson he did.

They'll survive just like he did too. ⊰ CANDIDO┇PEDINA ⊱ did, last he knew. Too bad he got away though, the sex was real nice.

Speaking of sex, he'd really like ⊰ NERO┇PEDINA ⊱ to stop being a d**k and getting in the way whenever he decides to fool around with ⊰ NERO┇VESCOVO ⊱. Which has been happening a lot lately, true, but that's because the sex is really great.

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UTC +9:30. Which is basically, Australian, CST.

I'm on most days, but work one day a week, a Friday or Thursday, and have a couple lessons of school.

I'll be applying for NERO┇TRUFFATORE

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He likes to be the center of attention, he likes attention -- period. Why wouldn't he?

Some men need to have another at their feet to feel powerful, but TRUFFATORE feels most powerful when he has them hooked on him.

There's nothing more fun than watching someones face when they realize the guy at their feet has a grip on their nice places and they can't do a thing about it.

Despite this need for power, he doesn't like to fight unless he really has too.

Fighting to him is a waste of energy, and he'd much prefer to leave it to the others.

The success TRUFFATORE has had in his work has left him slightly conceited about his own attraction and ability.

The fact that CANDIDO┇PEDINA got away, and now wants to kick his a**, just amuses TRUFFATORE -- even if the other escaped, TRUFFATORE still won.

He won, and he still has his hands all over him -- figuratively, of course.

He hasn't touched the guy since, but teasing him and knowing he still has such an effect. How could it not be amusing?

And then there's the bed of NERO┇VESCOVO, one of many that TRUFFATORE often visits. His own bed is often forgotten and empty.

The other is fun to be around, and fun to sleep with; TRUFFATORE is a shameless submissive, but doesn't mind mixing it up.

Being handsome and charming does have it's downsides though, as NERO┇PEDINA seems to want to sabotage TRUFFATORE's fun.

An act that often leaves TRUFFATORE annoyed, even if the other is his partner in crime. He doesn't understand why he does it.

It's hard for TRUFFATORE to let things go, but he tries when it comes to the others in NERO -- although sometimes that comes with a piece of cheap payback.

There's not much about his work that TRUFFATORE minds; he enjoys most of it. He gets paid to have fun in the scheme of things.

But then there is NERO┇CAVALIERE, and his crush on the boss's long lost brother -- what is he thinking?

Even TRUFFATORE wouldn't have had a chance with the boss's brother. And did he have a death wish?

Either way, TRUFFATORE thinks the other should get over it. There are plenty other fish in the sea, aren't there?

The bait would know that better than anyone, and TRUFFATORE is good bait at that.

Knowing how to read people and when to smile and when to laugh. They are skills in charming people.

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Your character is traversing the streets of Condanna, whether it be on an errand or a special mission is up to you. It's midday, gloomy, rainy, all around a terrible day. You're in the town square when a brawl erupts nearby. It quickly escalates and becomes apparent that it's a showdown between members of NERO and CANDIDO. Before you can think or even act, one of the members of the opposing faction rushes you...

The rainy weather was never that good for TRUFFATORE, who much preferred the warmer months where he could have an excuse to hang around the side of pools and flirt the handsome and half-naked man who was dripping wet beside him. Water. Rain and pools held different moods, as pools meant being soaked was refreshing and rain meant anyone out on the streets was grumpily cussing out the weatherman for the lack of warning and the current lover was being disinterested in his need to be 'had'. "Come on, just for a second -- one second," TRUFFATORE pleaded in a hushed whisper of the mans ear as they stood out the front of the coffee shop. The current and momentary partner had a name, but TRUFFATORE had forgotten what it was somewhere between the seventh and tenth drink last night, and had fallen to calling him pet names. TRUFFATORE bit his lip as the man turned his head to make eye contact with him, and he leaned his body weight into the other, tilting his head to watch the other closely. "All you have to do is meet me in the bathroom, and I'll do the rest. It'll be fun. You said yourself that you always wanted to try it," TRUFFATORE reasoned as he slid hand under the fabric of the mans shirt and began to scratch his nails on the warm skin beneath. The man was nearly had, he was; TRUFFATORE could see the apprehension crumbling beneath the thought of fulfilling his fantasy of having sex in a public restroom. As the other opened his mouth to surrender, the sound of shouting and sudden clashes made both bring their attention to a brawl that had erupted in the town square before them.

It was the other man immediate reaction to start to lead both of them towards the point of origin, and as they stood on the side of the fight, TRUFFATORE couldn't help but grow bored. The only violence he enjoyed was the kind that was confined to a dimly lit room, and he was given a safe word, just in case. There were rules there, and they consisted of do anything, but don't touch the face -- had anyone seen fighters after a career? They were over-muscled, disjointed, scarred men whose noses never quite looked right again; TRUFFATORE much preferred his face as it was. As they watched, it became clear that it was a clash between CANDIDO and NERO members, and that made TRUFFATORE more happy to divert his attention towards sex. "Let's-" he tugged at the man he was with's arm, but he was cut off when one of the brawlers noticed he was standing on the sidelines. The man slashed downward with a blade, haphazardly and with more determination than skill; which was the only reason TRUFFATORE managed to dodge the knife, stepping awkwardly backwards onto the toes of those behind him. One or two people fell over with shock, while TRUFFATORE pulled his body from the surprised arms of a bystander. "Jesus Christ, what the ******** are you doing?" TRUFFATORE spat out in frustration and shock as he managed to get back his center of gravity; his foot ending in a shallow puddle which just pissed TRUFFATORE off more. They were his good shoes. Some of the bystanders stepped away to put more space between the man with the knife and the one being swung at.

The attacker didn't say a thing, but instead stepped towards him once more and lunged the knife in the direction of TRUFFATORE's stomach; his legs spread apart and his movements sloppy. A rough breath was exhaled from TRUFFATORE as brought his hand forward, clutching the wrist of the attack dog and managing to ward off the second attack; the blade coming to a halt, gleaming just out of reach of skin. The CANDIDO grunted as he tried to use more strength to break from TRUFFATORE's grip, forcing the tip of the blade closer. TRUFFATORE was damned well lucky that the man's aim was so easy to read otherwise he would have been gutted in the town square. But now his right hand was incapacitated, as he needed to hold it there and hope he was strong enough to keep the metal from meeting his stomach. That didn't look like a good outcome, as TRUFFATORE was not known for his ability to take a hit and you only get not known for something, if you're known for the opposite; his ability to be taken down and out quick. TRUFFATORE clenched his teeth as he wondered how he ended up in such a predicament; he was just trying to get laid. "Can't we talk this out?" TRUFFATORE exhaled the words, as the man's left hand came forward and began to put more force behind his weapon; TRUFFATORE could feel his strength was no match. Not to mention the awkward way he had to have his wrist left most of his ability untapped. He glanced up at the man's face, and then down at the feet; too far apart to keep his balance with the amount of strength he was forcing behind the knife.

One point TRUFFATORE, and zero to CANDIDO.

In a swift motion, TRUFFATORE held onto the man's wrist tightly, pulling him closer, while pivoting his body sideways. Unlike some fighters, the man had no idea about stances or that the one he had meant he had a weak spot. The CANDIDO stumbled forward into TRUFFATORE's grip, and while the other was in shock, TRUFFATORE, with one hand still clenched around the man's wrist, brought his other arm around his throat in a tight choke-hold. Panic seemed to flood through the others system, and he began to squirm, tugging at the grip on his wrist and twisting himself away from the hold; which seemed to only cause him more pain. The collision of the back of the man's skull to TRUFFATORE's nose was a surprise, and so was the elbow that met the left side of his stomach; a painful breath broke TRUFFATORE's lips and he lost his hold on the man as quickly as he had gained it. Both male's now free of each other's grasp, soon met face to face once more, as TRUFFATORE ran his fingers lightly over his nose. It throbbed with heat and a sharp pain, and he could feel the warmth of blood begin to trickle down onto his upper lip. That wasn't fair. Did TRUFFATORE have a weapon? Did he attack the man's face? No. He hadn't. He had been trying to make a summer day out the dismal one the world had given him, that was it.

Slowly he straightened his back and wiped his nose with the back of his hand, the CANDIDO watched him closely as he looked at the blood. TRUFFATORE's brow creased with annoyance and disgust as he gazed over at the other Nero and Candido men that were fighting. Why had there been uneven numbers? Couldn't one of them had called in sick, so that there hadn't been enough to end with him being dragged into the fight? A scoff broke his lips as he once more wiped the blood from his nose with his thumb. "You're an insufferable b*****d, you know that? Absolutely ******** insufferable," TRUFFATORE spoke as he brought his eyes up to meet the others; he wondered how long it would take for someone to come take out the CANDIDO. Surely, NERO┇PEDINA would come help him, wouldn't he? Or even NERO┇VESCOVO? They just needed to come and growl, and then the CANDIDO would run off scared and TRUFFATORE wouldn't have to have anymore damage done to himself -- or anymore knives threatening to gut him viciously. All TRUFFATORE had to do was keep the CANDIDO talking long enough for someone to come and deal with him themselves.

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manners first, everything else second

so, hypothetically, he'd apologize for having to kill someone and then proceed to kill him/her

probably because he/she didn't pay something on time

his morals are slightly twisted

but honestly, how can one have morals and be in a gang?

so where he can be morally sound, he'll try to be

like when c.GEROFANTE saved his life

he's in for a life of paying off c.GEROFANTE's debt

because if he didn't, he'd feel like the scum of the earth

and there's only a few ways to pay off what he owes him: helping him with his debt or saving his life

so he's waiting until his life is in danger

until then, he's a cute face to look at and maybe more but as it looks right now, probably not. sadly.

he's got a one track mind and can only do one thing at a time

otherwise he messes things up and that doesn't sit well with him

which is to say things lightly

also, if he has a checkbook and/or a calculator out, it would be best not to bother him

he's really serious about making sure all the numbers line and add up correctly

other than that, he's a pretty chill guy

when he hasn't got much to do, he goes out and flies

practice makes perfect

he's beginning to rethink a few things like loyalties

honestly, there's not a whole lot keeping him here

other than scrutinizing the relationship between n.VOSCOVO and c.GEROFANTE to make sure things are cool

all this is probably going to drive him to drink. again

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