TwilightDragon said
They'll be normal people who get the rings later.Uh... If your character isn't in the Mafia yet they shouldn't start out strong. And we're pushing Flames to later on lol.

Alrighty, and I think I've figured out a way to reconcile the concept with the whole 'almost everyone is normal' thing, more or less.

Ah, that's good! :3

This form took a long while, surprisingly. o_o

Username: Dragon
Name: Cyril Leggieri
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Country of Origin: Italy [more specifically, Lipari, Sicily].
Role: Student -> Subordinate -> Future Eleventh Generation Storm Ring Guardian.
Flame: Storm
Weapon/Fighting Style: Will be Chakrams; currently, he has no weapons and fights like a normal teenager- with his fists.
Appearance: At fifteen years old, Cyril has long hair that goes a bit past his neck. The young man is approximately 5’7—not necessarily tall, but he doesn’t care much for height. His physique is slender and built perfectly for someone who relies on speed. Even though he’s scrawny, one shouldn’t mess with Cyril. At twenty five years old (person on the right), his hair has become longer to the point where he can’t stand keeping it loose anymore; he keeps his rowdy hair tied up in a taut ponytail. Cyril continued to grow until he reached 5’9, yet he became a mere 136 pound man. It is obvious that Cyril has a small frame, even in his adult form.
Personality: Cyril is loud, that is, if you want to put it simply. The young Italian man loves to be bustling about with his friends and making a giant ruckus. Leggieri adores forging new friendships, yet he is hesitant in breaking bonds. This does not mean that he does not scold allies who have done a wrong. He usually does this just as loudly as he does everything else, but no curses or threats ever escape his lips. Despite his rambunctious attitude in the streets of Venice, Cyril actually prefers to stay to himself, only spending time with his friends when they encounter him wandering around the town. Back at home, he spends time playing video games or simply reading a book. Even though Cyril is very spunky and fun loving, he often shows a grim and serious face to his extremely close friends. It’s almost as if he was a different person; he is much more prone to snapping and arguing with people he considers to be “brothers”. He believes that simple friends have looser bonds, thus he should be more laidback with them. When it comes to spending time with his “comrades”, as he calls them, he believes that their bonds are stronger and thus, he should behave in a much more serious manner. He tends to be very aggressive towards enemies; he states that, during battles [even simple scuffles with neighborhood rivals], one should show no mercy and should strike fear into their foes’ hearts.
History: Cyril was born in Lipari to a subordinate of a very small Family. Being the only child, he was very pampered and spoiled. His parents would give him whatever he asked for. Yet, the younger years of his life were very lonely—he had no one his age to play with. Thus, he began spending his time reading books, drawing, and even writing. His sloppy artwork and crude stories began to evolve when he was around ten. It was at this time that he created very imaginative—and legible—stories of his own. Though, it was also around this time that his father began to show him how to fight and behave like a proper Mafioso. Cyril found that he had less and less time to draw, read, or write, and this didn’t bode well with him. He was not interested in becoming part of the Family. When he told his parents, they paid him no heed. Cyril’s father continued to train him until he was about twelve. Frustrated at his predicament, and after having suffered under his father’s lessons for two years, he fled from his home in Lipari with only the clothes on his back and a pocket full of money. He used said money to take a ship to Venice, where he found his aunt. His aunt welcomed him with open arms and allowed him to stay at her home for as long as he needed.
Cyril believed that his father would send someone after him, but none of the members of the Family back in Lipari ever showed up in Venice. The young man returned to his calm life style of drawing, reading, and writing. His aunt, of course, enrolled him in the local middle school in order for him to receive a proper education. Cyril picked up a few more hobbies, such as playing video games and (occasionally) playing the violin.
He completely despises the mere talk of Mafia, yet some might say he's a little afraid of the notion.
Overview: Cyril Leggieri is a dark haired, dark eyed fifteen year old who is laid back and rowdy with his acquaintances and friends, but fiery and serious with his close friends. His battle philosophy is “take no prisoners”. Born in Lipari, he fled to Venice at a young age and currently lives with his aunt.
Other: “My aunt says that I should forgive my enemies. Now, where’s the fun in that?”

So it is going to like start with the tutor showing up at my house?

Um, for now, we don't really know. I don't like rushing RPs so much, so the characters would probably be fooling around a bit before he/she shows up.

As I make this CS, I'm seriously considering having my Cloud Guardian beat people up with a forearm crutch.

... That would be amusing. x3

Look so cool this is the rp i want me being a boss in mafia HELL YEAH!!!!
and it looks so cool. i want to join plsss

Umm, boss is already taken. ^^; And we need people that have good grammar in their posts.

Eb is seconded. We want people who make decent-sized and easily-readable posts with passable grammar and spelling.

Also, nice sheet, Ebby.

Is your sheet not finished, gothpuppy, or...?

In order to create illusions without the flame, my character would have to be a psychic, is that allowed?

Well, Mukuro and Mammon didn't have flames when it was the Ring Arc. So yeah. They were basically psychics.
EDIT: Not psychics, illusionists. Psychics have telepathic powers or display clairvoyance. Illusionists manipulate their environment, which is exactly what Mukuro and Mammon do.

Thanks Moose!

My second form:

Name: Fionn Breckenridge
Age: 14
Gender: Male
Country of Origin: Wales
Role: Student -> Subordinate
Flame: N/A (yet; in the future may bear Rain/Sun)
Weapon/Fighting Style: Eventually the Claymore. Fionn’s strength shows when he’s in direct combat.
Appearance: Fionn’s fourteen year old self has bushy and messy locks of bright blond hair which fall slightly over his ears. Despite being fourteen, he is taller than most boys his age. Standing at 5’8 and weighing in at 157 pounds, Fionn obviously has much more growing to do. At this age, his body shows the potential to grow into a broad shouldered, physically strong man. At twenty four years old, Fionn displays such an appearance. The Welsh teenager that hardly spoke up before has grown to a whopping height of 6’2, towering over most enemies and friends alike. His weight increased to about 178 or 179 pounds. His hair is just as messy, and his eyes are just as amber as his present self. His arms and legs show signs of going through physical activity. Scars that range in size litter his form.
Personality: Fionn is an introvert. He flinches away at most human interaction and will often burrow himself away in his home after an embarrassing moment in public. Every time someone that isn’t his mother, father, or friend talks to him, his shoulders tense up and he almost always avoids eye contact. This is especially so with people of the opposite sex, his age or not. He stutters and falters when he does talk, making him a prime target for bullies at school. Despite being shy, Fionn has a high academic average. The young lad seems to always get the highest score on exams, difficult or not. With his close group of friends, he is sweet and mellow, often putting others before himself. Some may call him ‘little shadow’, referring to how he usually follows his friends around and always sticks to their side no matter what.
Even though Fionn might be a shy little man that just might be a little too clingy, he displays an overwhelming sense of maturity. When friends get into an argument with each other, he usually acts as the mediator. It is then when Fionn’s voice becomes firm and determined, and not like the shaking little leaf it was before. When conflict cannot be prevented, he stands to the side and only interrupts the fight or heated disagreement when he believes it is going too far. One might think that Fionn barging into a fist fight is the least of their worries, but Fionn proves differently. He has been known to deliver punches so strong that they usually knock the wind out of you the first time.
With foes, Fionn acts no differently. He will often try to avoid conflict; if it can’t be, he will stand to the side and only impede when he believes that his friends are in serious danger.
His obliviousness to specific events is almost painful to witness at times.
History: Fionn was born in the countryside of Wales to an Italian father and a Welsh mother. He was the youngest (and weakest) of all of his eight brothers and sisters. As he grew up, he was bullied by his brothers and teased by his sisters. Fionn knew that, in order to fit in with his siblings, he would have to become as strong as his brothers and as hardworking as his sisters. And so, the young boy ate all that provided nutritional value to him, and trekked out into the fields to help his brothers at the young age of eight. Farm work was tough, but he believed that it was worth it. His siblings soon saw him as a true “man” and did not bully or “pull his leg” any longer.
When he was ten, most of his kin had left their small home to start new lives with their own spouses. Fionn was left alone with his mother and father, and had to do thrice the work he did before. Without all of the extra pairs of hands, his father and he could not tend to the farm on their lonesome. Luckily, the family had enough money to move from the countryside of Wales, and traveled to Italy when he was twelve. They moved in with his older brother, who had recently gotten married and lived in Venice. Even though there were not many fair people in Venice, the Breckenridge family soon got used to their new home.
Overview: Fionn Breckenbridge is a Welsh-Italian tall youth of fourteen. He is very shy and awkward with people that aren’t his blood or friends. Fionn is possibly the smartest kid in his class. When there is conflict, he usually acts as the mediator. He is also very oblivious at times…
Other: “Truth is, everyone hurts you at times. You just gotta find someone worth suffering for.”

Mousia said
Eb is seconded. We want people who make decent-sized and easily-readable posts with passable grammar and spelling.Also, nice sheet, Ebby.Is your sheet not finished, gothpuppy, or...?

Not finished I am working my way though it while I write an essay for school.

I like the picture, Goth. ^^ So she'll have Both Sky and Rain flames?

The idea is yes she can use both but she like vongola secondo ricardo would have the ability to put the two together into a flame type of her own.

Okay, as long as you have an educated approach with it. ^^

Honestly the flame of peace is down the road.

Yep. :3

I'm excited to see everyone else's characters.

I think I have it now.

She kinda reminds me of one of those spy people. XD

TwilightDragon said
She kinda reminds me of one of those spy people. XD

Which spy people?