"Why is it that you tremble under such a simple touch?"

|Name|

Vincenzo Agustus Marinelli

The Writer

|Age|

38

|Gender|

Male

|FaceClaim|

Mads Mikkelsen

|Sexuality|

Demisexual

|Affliction/Power|

Dysthymia

Selective Apathy

Insight

-Imagine glancing into someone's face, and looking behind their smiles and words, their inner selves, the ones people hide or protect from others, foggily surfacing for your eyes only. His chocolate colored eyes can see what makes you special, or horrible, with just a glance. The darkness just beneath the surface clear as day.

Image

-When one describes something, it's difficult to find the right words. But with his slow, carefully drawn out accented drawl, Vin knows exactly how to show you his works, desires, and ideas, like clear, appealing pictures in your mind. A scary man to argue with, and an ever more interesting partner when he whispers charms in your ear.

|Personality|

Upon first meeting, the first impression Vincenzo gives off is that of pure intimidation. His tall brooding stature, hard and well-toned body and his almost permanently serious expression are enough for most people to feel a shiver run down their spine at a glance. But after a moment of tense conversation, one can feel the gentle and almost easing tone he carries in his voice to simply melt away worry. It's quickly noticed that his imposing nature isn't something he purposely wears on his sleeve. Instead, he's rather calm, charming, alluring, almost childish at times with how he acts. He's as stubborn as an ox, and the moment he puts his foot down, there is almost no way at all to get him to raise it. While he does appear to give his nicer demeanor the step forward, do not let it fool you into believing the man is simply that. He's cold, sadistic, and can care as little or not at all about your situation at the flip of a switch. He's calculative, observant, and at the slightest signs of betrayal, will never, ever hesitate. Vincenzo can be as lenient, or as ruthless as they come, it all depends on your appeal. And if anything a person should pray for, it should be to get on the powerful man's good side. Throughout the year, he's known to have terrible mood swings. Falling into a terribly destructive cycle that leads him through his more horrible duties as the leader of such a dangerous gang. If someone were to grow closer to him, to stand their ground in his adversity towards such a connection, one would then see the saddened man hiding underneath.

|Background|

Cold. Broken. Alone. That's how it's always been for Vincenzo since his family emigrated away from Northern Italy. His mother, born and raised there, swept away by the thin promises made by his German father. They struggled terribly from the start of coming here. He was only 5 or 6 when his father began to fall into the gambling pit. His mother working off three measly jobs to support them as his father gambled his own meager paycheck away. It didn't take long for Vincenzo to stray. He grew weary of watching his parents struggle, one with their bad decisions, the other with her exhaustion from supporting her useless husband. He wandered into different things here and there, wandering through the streets at night with much older crowds, falling into their pressures until he realized he could control them just as easily as he could anything else. At 13 years old he began what is now the Marinneli Crew. Before he had the money, the power of later years, he was the cruelest a kid his age could ever be. Leading his friends to beat one another senseless for the amusement of others and himself, charging people who stood by to watch, and robbing the ones that simply looked at him the wrong way. Over time, things grew more and more serious. His father got into much wore trouble than before, trying to sell drugs to make ends meet, and to fuel his need to risk it all. At 16, he met with the man himself, and in less than a few months, quickly took his head and his place. He was a stronger kid than most could imagine, one who had no time for nonsense from people who couldn't hold their own any longer. He needed more to his life than what it gave him, and when he got the chance the moment life reared its ugly head, he grabbed it by the neck and snapped it.

Things didn't seem to have a high point besides being able to get what he wanted so desperately to give to his parents. They had faded off once he truly set down his path, afraid of the son they made themselves, one who only wanted to make them proud, but only found one way how. He grew depressed, terribly so, to the point where everything lost its hue.

Now that he had what he desired, he grew an even worse condition than the yearning his young heart once felt so painfully. He felt hopeless. Tired. And like there was nothing more to find.

Until, miraculously, Carlisle fell into his lap.

Thing's grew much more interesting since then. And his intentions for his new friend, perhaps far from the best.

|Other|

For a short time, both he and Carlisle had a thing going on. But it was more heat than care.

From the very moment he met Carr, he felt the use for his power something he needed under his thumb. He's made himself to be the center of his every move. 

He's actually a divorcee. His husband, a childhood friend, found his manipulation and temperament to be far too much for him to handle. They had a son, but the other man was granted full custody, something that seems to drive the majority of his low points in him.

It took a bit of time to comb through the mystery that was Carlisle's past. But with determination, he found out exactly who he was, and quite possibly what had happened to him. He's then tried to erase as much of it as possible from anyone one else who might stumble across it. Though surely, the man isn't a simple case of confusion.

Though Vincenzo is technically half Italian, his household had only ever spoken German inside of the home. His voice is still laden heavily with an accent.

He plans to run the city into the ground, and will use whatever means necessary, just so he can build it back up again to his standard.

"It's not as simple as that..."

"Imagine it, such glory to behold. All for you and I."

"I don't need a reason to not trust you, I can see the inky black spilling over from under that sleazy face."

"Simply let it burn."

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LeBaronGrand

here he isss, I wanted to give him a more elaborate page, but I like how mines is stacked for efficiency XD