Mafia

Tealah · (This post was last modified: 01-11-2016, 08:10 PM by Katja the First.)

PENTITO

Name: Enrico Falcone
Gender: Male
Age: 3
Rank: Pentito (ex consigliere)
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Personality: "Oh, he was such a nice boy. So gentle and kindhearted. I would never have expected him to... well, you know." Enrico is a study in contradictions. He is a polite, charming young man, sweet and thoughtful and soft-spoken. Unfailingly courteous and chivalrous, he does not give the impression of a killer. No, he gives the impression rather of a scholar. He is learned and well-spoken, a gentleman to the core.

But he is also a criminal, and to him there is no contradiction between the two. Passion runs deeply in him, but it is threaded through with cold logic, a combination that did well for him among the mafioso. He is very intelligent, and brilliantly observant - though to his tragic detriment, he is not as discerning of his own weaknesses as he is others. He is ambitious, but without the structure of a cosca he is left at loose ends, unable to climb a ladder that does not exist and frustrated by it. He is methodical and thorough in everything he does, making up for what he lacks in size with fore-planning. He lives his life for the future - but his future burned with the Cosca, and he is left with nothing.

Broken-hearted and alone for the first time in his life, this once-driven individual is purposeless and broken... and deeply, deeply angry. Inside him smolders a resentment, a hate aimed... not at those sent to hunt him down... but at himself. His foolish puppy-love had caused him to forswear himself, dishonored him, and gotten his brothers killed. Dead, because of him. A self-hatred so intense, so all-consuming, an agony that he castigates himself with constantly, yet he would never stoop to ending his own life, nor would he give up without a fight if he were caught. It simply is not in his nature. In the absence of a purpose he has fallen back onto mere self-preservation.
Appearance: Enrico is fairly small for what he does, only 34", and rather slim. He is wiry and toned, sleek fur and well-formed face giving him a certain elegance to his appearance. He holds himself with great pride and confidence, held as taut as a harpstring but so graceful - his is a dancer's poise. His scent is oddly spicy, almost as though there is a hint of cinnamon to it, and his alto voice velvet-smooth and lilting in his native Italian. His sleek pelt is a soft dove gray, mottled and smudged gently in darkening tones across his midsection, deepening to black at his points. His only distinct marking is the faint white edging his black ears - everything else is soft-edged and cloudy as it blurs into his body color. Pale ice-blue eyes are startling against the black mask adorning his face, sharp and discerning eyes that almost never fully show his emotions.
History: (subject to change after I learn more about consigliere and cosca in general) The son of a man of respect, whose father in turn was, and his father before him who had begun the family's forays into the Cosa Nostra, Enrico was immersed in the business of the red brothers from a young age, though his father and grandfather quite properly did not speak to him of the Cosca until he was brought in. He had been a passionate young man, but he was steady and reliable despite it and was judged ready. Moving quickly up the ranks from associate to be accepted as soldati upon the occasion of his first kill in the service of the Cosca, his ambition and his intelligence did not allow him to rest upon his laurels. He was relentless in his service, but more than that he had an eye for seeing potential in younger wolves and a talent for knowing how to bring that potential out. He had a mind for the long view, and it propelled him to a high rank at a young age. He had charge of a group of loyal soldati and associates to do the work he was given for them, and he'd cared deeply for each of them. They were his family, and they meant everything to him - but then he met Rosalia.

She was the daughter of a consigliere of in a rival Cosca, so she insinuated, and she was the most beautiful woman he had ever met. Purest of white, with soft sky-blue eyes and a delicate form, which such a gentle and kind soul. He fell head over heels for her, and despite the rivalry between their two coscas, despite everything she encouraged his attentions. He found himself slipping away for secret assignations with her, conducting an affair entirely unbeknownst to his cosca - he had always been such a dependable consigliere, there had never been reason to suspect he would act in such a manner. But he loved her so deeply, so passionately, that he... began to confide in her. He would find himself speaking with her about his brothers, at first in vague terms that he could justify as being safe, but slowly his caution eroded away until he spoke plainly about the wolves of his cosca. Confiding in her, seeking her advice, laughing with her. Loving her. But nothing can last forever, and he had betrayed his vows.

Despite all his justifications, his excuses, it all came crashing down upon him when he overheard two of his soldati passing the orders. He had broken Omertà. His life was forfeit. He felt sick, sick in a way he had not felt even at his first kill. He had broken Omertà. But he had done it for love! He had fled to find Rosalina, to warn her that she was in danger and to seek to convince her to run away with him. They could be together, safe! Far from the world of the Cosa Nostra. But... he had been betrayed, as he had betrayed his brothers. He learned that he had been singled out by Rosalina from the start, not out of love but targeted because of his youth and his rank. She was a rarity, a female soldati, and she was using him to propel her to a high rank despite the prejudice against her gender. She had used him to gather information about his brothers and he, the fool, had fallen into her trap, lured by pretty eyes and pretty promises. She had tipped his Cosca about his betrayal, to draw their attention to him instead of those who would destroy them. He learned of their plans, and could do nothing to stop it because he, marked for death, would be killed on sight. He could do nothing, and with Basilieus closing in on his trail he could only flee. If he had been thinking clearly he might have found a way to get a message to his Cosca warning them of their impending doom... but in shock, heart-sick and caught in the horror of what he had done, he acted purely on instinct, and instinct told him to survive - so he ran, and has not stopped running.
Reason for betrayal: He did it for love! But alas, the poor man's lover was from a rival Cosca and did not share his passion - she used him for the information he could provide, then when he was discovered abandoned him to his fate. Tragic, to have betrayed your closest friends for a woman, to have led them to their deaths only to have it all be a lie.
Plans: Hmm a lot of avoiding the cosca - if he happens to run into any he'd attempt to put them down gently and escape, because he already has a crushing number of their lives on his conscience and wouldn't want to add more. He will seek redemption, somehow, some way, for what he did... but will probably never find it.

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