Mafia
01-11-2016, 01:10 AM
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SCARLATTI
Name: Arsen Scarlatti
Gender: Male
Age: 2
Rank: Soldato
Relation to Basil: Cousin
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Personality: Cynical would be the perfect word to describe the young Scarlatti. He enjoys his line of work, perhaps just a bit more than he should but no one seems to care because that’s what makes him good at what he does. His good looks and approachable nature make him someone that everyone automatically trusts upon first meeting. He molds himself into what his target wants him to be, someone that they can trust and will confide in. He talks the talk and walks the walk, smooth talking his way out of anything or into anything, depending on what the situation calls for. The dirtier part of his lifestyle, the nitty gritty is what he loves best. He lives for taking out rivals and backstabbers, relishes in being the one that ends their life. For as sick as he is, he’s loyal to the bone. Anyone baring the Scarlatti name is his family and is under his protection, though if they break laws, his devotion to the lifestyle will erase any trace of affection he has for them in order for him to complete his duty. Though he values his family and cares for them, he keeps everyone at an arms length. The type of life that he lives, the code that he abides by, doesn’t allow him to get close to anyone and he rather likes it that way. He doesn’t want anyone cramping his style.
Appearance: He's a devil in disguise, a snake with blue eyes... While he may not have blue eyes, he most certainly is a snake, a devilishly handsome snake at that. Crafted from the hottest flames in hell, there's no resisting this man's devastating looks, not when his silver tongue comes out to play. Deep mahogany swathes the Scarlatti from head to toe, boasting of the devil's fine breeding, proving worthy of his surname. Charcoal burns at his mahogany pelt, touching only select places. It begins with his muzzle, the charred stains swallowing his jaws, working their way up his face until they begin to dissolve into the mahagony around his eyes and cheeks, giving him a charred mask of sorts. It licks at the backs of his ears, making a trail down his back to form a wide saddle down his sides, stopping just shy of his belly. From there it leaps down to his limbs, the mahogany fading from the top to the dark charcoal at his wrists and paws on all four limbs, starting just below his elbows on his forelegs and at his knees along his hindlegs. Lastly the bottom half of his tail, from base to tip, is dipped in the charcoal, giving him a two-toned tail. Ivory, pure in its marks, runs down his muzzle between his eyes, from his forehead down to the base of his nose in a blaze, thinning at the middle and thickening on either end. The snowy blemishes decorate his haunches, starting from a point on his tail, running up to meet together at a point at the base of his spine, spanning out across his thighs to follow the curve of his belly, arching up behind his armpits. His hind paws are dipped in white, but it doesn't go up past his toes, following a thin line up the back of his leg to stop at his first joints. Alluring jade eyes complete the package that is Arsen Scarlatti.
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History: Born into family that he was, his line of work was bred into him. He was surrounded by it since birth and he a strong interest to it growing up. He always wanted to be in the middle of the action but not being a made man yet, he always ushered away and kept in the dark about the pack’s dealings and transactions. But when the time came, he was chomping at the bit to prove himself because he knew he would impress them. He’d been practicing his skills on the local prey until he could actually get his teeth around a real target. When his time came, he passed with flying colors, making the older men flinch a little at his ferocity and unadulterated love of the job. From then on he was the preferred hit man to execute rivals or dispose of traitors and he hasn’t batted an eyelash since. He does his work without question and goes where he’s told. Business as usual has led him to this new land, though for what he’s yet to find out.
Plans: With him...I'm thinking of having him be the badboy of Ala, go around womanizing all the women who have no association with the Cosca, basically create a name for himself among the wolves. He'll definitely be running into his cousin, get the low down of the place, then seek out other family members before he decides if he wants to go around terrorizing the local population. He may go around finding wolves that seek protection so that he can start building up the family business in the new lands.
Name: Arsen Scarlatti
Gender: Male
Age: 2
Rank: Soldato
Relation to Basil: Cousin
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Personality: Cynical would be the perfect word to describe the young Scarlatti. He enjoys his line of work, perhaps just a bit more than he should but no one seems to care because that’s what makes him good at what he does. His good looks and approachable nature make him someone that everyone automatically trusts upon first meeting. He molds himself into what his target wants him to be, someone that they can trust and will confide in. He talks the talk and walks the walk, smooth talking his way out of anything or into anything, depending on what the situation calls for. The dirtier part of his lifestyle, the nitty gritty is what he loves best. He lives for taking out rivals and backstabbers, relishes in being the one that ends their life. For as sick as he is, he’s loyal to the bone. Anyone baring the Scarlatti name is his family and is under his protection, though if they break laws, his devotion to the lifestyle will erase any trace of affection he has for them in order for him to complete his duty. Though he values his family and cares for them, he keeps everyone at an arms length. The type of life that he lives, the code that he abides by, doesn’t allow him to get close to anyone and he rather likes it that way. He doesn’t want anyone cramping his style.
Appearance: He's a devil in disguise, a snake with blue eyes... While he may not have blue eyes, he most certainly is a snake, a devilishly handsome snake at that. Crafted from the hottest flames in hell, there's no resisting this man's devastating looks, not when his silver tongue comes out to play. Deep mahogany swathes the Scarlatti from head to toe, boasting of the devil's fine breeding, proving worthy of his surname. Charcoal burns at his mahogany pelt, touching only select places. It begins with his muzzle, the charred stains swallowing his jaws, working their way up his face until they begin to dissolve into the mahagony around his eyes and cheeks, giving him a charred mask of sorts. It licks at the backs of his ears, making a trail down his back to form a wide saddle down his sides, stopping just shy of his belly. From there it leaps down to his limbs, the mahogany fading from the top to the dark charcoal at his wrists and paws on all four limbs, starting just below his elbows on his forelegs and at his knees along his hindlegs. Lastly the bottom half of his tail, from base to tip, is dipped in the charcoal, giving him a two-toned tail. Ivory, pure in its marks, runs down his muzzle between his eyes, from his forehead down to the base of his nose in a blaze, thinning at the middle and thickening on either end. The snowy blemishes decorate his haunches, starting from a point on his tail, running up to meet together at a point at the base of his spine, spanning out across his thighs to follow the curve of his belly, arching up behind his armpits. His hind paws are dipped in white, but it doesn't go up past his toes, following a thin line up the back of his leg to stop at his first joints. Alluring jade eyes complete the package that is Arsen Scarlatti.
Ref:
REFERENCE
History: Born into family that he was, his line of work was bred into him. He was surrounded by it since birth and he a strong interest to it growing up. He always wanted to be in the middle of the action but not being a made man yet, he always ushered away and kept in the dark about the pack’s dealings and transactions. But when the time came, he was chomping at the bit to prove himself because he knew he would impress them. He’d been practicing his skills on the local prey until he could actually get his teeth around a real target. When his time came, he passed with flying colors, making the older men flinch a little at his ferocity and unadulterated love of the job. From then on he was the preferred hit man to execute rivals or dispose of traitors and he hasn’t batted an eyelash since. He does his work without question and goes where he’s told. Business as usual has led him to this new land, though for what he’s yet to find out.
Plans: With him...I'm thinking of having him be the badboy of Ala, go around womanizing all the women who have no association with the Cosca, basically create a name for himself among the wolves. He'll definitely be running into his cousin, get the low down of the place, then seek out other family members before he decides if he wants to go around terrorizing the local population. He may go around finding wolves that seek protection so that he can start building up the family business in the new lands.