"I do not suffer from insanity - I enjoy every minute of it."

x Name x:

Vicente Bruno Vevelli

x age x:

24

x Description x:

Vicente is rather cold blooded, mean, and nasty...he's been raised not to give a flying hell about anyone but himself, and his mafia family - and even that could get a bit dicey with his short and unpredictable fuse. Depending on the circumstance, it would be a rare feat to see a smile on this stoic man's face, and a genuine one at that. In fact, his gaze is always a bit looming and scary. It works out for him in his line of work, and so does his uncaring nature. He intently watches each and every situation, and those he appoints to certain tasks obey, beyond all reasonable doubt, because they'd rather not face the wrath of the Don's son, who is the very spitting image of his father.

Vicente likes the finer things in life, taking interest in art, music, and theater. Symbolism intrigues him, and he quite enjoys a dark plot or meaning. Call it morbid curiosity, or something a bit more sinister, but either way, you'll find him referencing the dark arts - Edgar Allen Poe being one of his favorites. It's a refined taste that he shares with almost no one...they pretend to care or know, but it quickly becomes apparent that they don't know a lick.

In the depths of Vicente's psyche is a man who exists the way he does due to....circumstance. The trauma, the blood, the gore, the love and loss...it had become normal to him in a sort amount of time, ingrained in his brain, so this is the only life he knows. The darkness reveres him as a future king - a prince of the night, and he's just as regal as any other.

x Scenario 1 x:

You are a girl living with her father, her only family, in NYC. You two run a modest bakery. But behind the scenes, your father is an excellent mind of the times - more excellent than you even know. He's a political analyzer, body language interpreter, and code cracker, all of which he used to practice for the U.S Secret Service. You remember him being a gone a lot as a child and never understanding why. But since then, he'd retired from that line of work, and was happy to be a simple chef along with his beautiful daughter.

However, one day by mistake, you witness the mafia seizing him from your shop after closing hours, and to avoid being caught or ratted on, they have to keep you hostage as well...leaving Vicente furious with the slip up. They can't let you go, and so you find your new home to be in a remote location of the underground hideouts of the mafia world...It's posh and expensive looking, but the lack of windows and maze-like quality make it terrifying, and with no hope of escape on your own.

x Scenario 2 x:

Make it up, or you can be Vicente!

Pre-roleplay opening:

Vicente stood facing away from the door, his hands folded behind his back, admiring his most treasured mural - it depicted a man with a goat's head being serves by slaves in tattered clothing, under a dark sky. Orbs of fruits are rolling from plates and along the dusty ground beneath. A rather dark, and disturbing piece, that interested him greatly, and he needed that quiet resolve with his mind in solitude before facing the men that egregiously erred - for the final time. Within moments, the door swung open, and in walked Vicente's closest friend and cousin, Georgio of similar age but far different temperament, and behind came the goons he'd sent, a dewy sweat on each of their foreheads and concern lacing their eyes. Vicente turns around toyingly slow, making his distaste known immediately by the strong look in his eyes.

"Vicente, we...-" one tries to speak up, but before they can go any further, the prince of the night interrupts.

"I told you both when you left - no witnesses!" he hissed. "What am I supposed to do with the girl now? As if I need another useless waste of space around here..." His voice was laced with disgust, and purified anger.

"Th-that's the thing here, boss - y-you could use her as leverage, to get the old man to talk!" The other suggested, both nodding profusely as if the idea might spare their lives. Vicente reached up to stroke the dark shadow left after his shave...but no one could be certain of what was to come next, as he'd proven to be unpredictable in the past. His eye line glanced to Georgio, who gave a simple nod of approval.

"Very well..." he uttered. "We'll see just how much I can squeeze out of this situation, before it's useless to me." he turned away once more.

"Oh, thank you, Vicente...we won't let you down." They sighed, thankful to have been spared. A wicked grin lined the dark man's face.

"Don't thank me just yet..." he muttered, and with a snap of his fingers the pair were dragged from the room, kicking and screaming, until the door closed behind them, and their pleas for forgiveness were muffled.

"Vicente...have you thought that perhaps...this girl could be the one?" Georgio suggested, making Vicente look over his shoulder only slightly, viewing his confidant from the corner of his eye.

"Of course not. That's ridiculous. Now leave me."

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x (How I picture Vicente's lair...I mean, office...hehe): x