Twenty years ago, the Vongola Decimo took his seat as the head of the Vongola famiglia, which was a prominent mafia family in Italy. He was tutored by Reborn and had to endure several trials to become boss, discovering his true reason for fighting - to protect his friends and family.
Now, another student must take a similar path. She must endure the hardships imposed upon her by her tutor so that she may be prepared for the life before her as a possible successor to Tsuna, the current Vongola boss. She must also rally her friends to help her defeat innumerable enemies on her path to becoming boss. On the way, she will forge bonds that will last a lifetime, discover her true nature, and realize her purpose in life, whatever that is.
A group of students in Venice, Italy do not seem to be the most fit or likely to run a powerful mafia organization. Indeed, at the outset of their adventure, they really aren't much to speak of. But through various trials and tests which they must overcome through skill, will, and pure luck, a few kids will evolve into powerful mafiosi fit to influence the actions of many individual organizations below them.
It all starts on a sleepy Sunday in the city of water...

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It's short, I know. I will add to it later, but the gist is there.

Post for extra space if we actually need it.
And other stuffs

I'll start typing the first post now. We can RP as the OP is being set up. For now, let's just follow basic rules. Okay?

Name: Raniero Sciarra
Nicknames: Rani, though ten years in the future most will know him as 'Nero' since it sounds slightly more intimidating.
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Country of Origin: Italy
Role: Student > Ally > Eleventh Vongola Guardian of Cloud
Flame: Cloud and Mist (Fake/Corrupted), Sun (True)
Weapon/Fighting Style:
Mechanized Collapseable Forearm Crutch > "Irregular" Rapiers > Illusory Armaments
Overclocked Brain Implants (15 Minutes) > Overclocked Brain Implants (30 Minutes) > Flame Purification


Raniero holds steadfast to two key rules when overclocking his brain implants for whatever reason: Get it done fast, get it done properly. Can't afford to dally when you only have 15 minutes on the clock, after all. As such, he will use absolutely everything in his disposal to finish the job under the rules he's laid out for himself. Fighting dirty, psychological tricks, faking loss... You get the idea. On one hand, he lacks the "natural talent" of the others and their inherent physical power, leaving him with average speed, mediocre strength and no outstanding special abilities apart from his Flames, which still hurt even to use. On the other hand, he's extremely analytical, has the instincts of a natural born hitman, and knows how to maximize his strengths by choosing a tactic relevant to a situation. The fact of the matter is, while he doesn't look the part, he's still the Cloud Guardian and can easily operate without any outside assistance.
Appearance: As a teen, Rani appears as a rather skinny teenager with a mess of short white hair. He stands at 173cm/5'6" and has brown eyes. All in all, his posture, figure, paleness, and general appearance, not to mention his crutch, make him look sick and fragile. As an adult he... still looks sick and fragile, moreso than before due to the spread of his 'disease'. However, this is only an outward indication, he's actually rather healthy despite his lanky frame and the fact that half his body looks like hell. His hair has grown out a bit, not that you'd really get to see it since he always keeps his hood up to avoid frightening children and what not, as has his body, bringing the young 25-year old up to a good 183cm/5'11". He also no longer needs to walk around with a crutch, but prefers to for sentimental reasons.
Personality: A good word to describe Raniero would be 'empty'. He has almost no sense of self, what with not even knowing what his life was like - not to mention what he was like - up until the last five years or so. Naturally, however, something had to have filled the empty shell of a human being he was upon waking up, and eventually the young man developed a personality that is equal parts childlike and unrelentingly straightforward. To give an example, Raniero is incredibly curious - though less in the 'what does this button do?' way and more in the 'I felt like it'-type of way - which manifests in fashions ranging from testing out different horticulture methods to figuring out how he can maximize his strengths so he can make the most of his 15 minutes, and he approaches these in almost the exact same way. Furthermore, the young man has a rather strange speech pattern in which he usually talks in sentence fragments, thinks aloud, occasionally answers his own questions, and rarely uses first person pronouns unless the sentence wouldn't make sense without them as well as having slight motor-mouth tendencies. The predominant reasoning for this is his preference for efficiency and the need for a better way to arrange his thoughts, as when his implants are activated he tends to speak much more concisely, though he keeps some of the terse speech patterns. Fitting his straightforward, brutal honesty, Raniero rarely, if ever, lies. He just makes vague statements that he lets other people misinterpret. See the difference?

Raniero's sense of morality is a bit... odd. At best, it could be called myopic consequentialism, the ends justify the means except when he says it doesn't. A good example would be: tell him he'd have to kill 100 people to kill a villain, he'll do it; but tell him to kill a friend or you'll kill 100 people, and he'd likely just tell you to go right ahead before taking his pal in arm and wandering into the sunset. Quite honestly, he'd make a good left hand man, someone one to provide the unconventional, morally-ambiguous solutions nobody would be willing to think of and then act on those whether anyone would support him or not. In terms of other quirks, Rani has minor masochistic tendencies due to associating pain with significant payoff, but not enough to be really creepy. He also has an affinity for horticulture, a hobby he can often be seen doing in his spare time at home.
History:

Overview: Rani used to be a normal kid like you until he took special bacteria to the brain and fell into a coma. Now he's crutch-bound, sickly, and relies on brain implants to go about daily life. He also believes the years of his life that weren't spent being in a coma were just wacky dreams. While he is incredibly weak, he's also skilled and smart enough to take advantage of what strengths he has... But only for 15 minutes. He also has a weird speech pattern.
Other: "Don't understand any of you, likely never will. Same in reverse, maybe."

Name: Jakki "Jak" Dafne
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Country of Origin: Italy
Role: Student->Subordinate-> Future Eleventh Generation Rain Ring Guardian
Flame: Rain
Weapon/Fighting Style: Bat/Fists -> Katana
Appearance: In her teens, she would just toss her hair into a ponytail. She let her hair grow out because she didn't want to fuss with a short haircut and more frequent hair cuts. She stands about 5' 8'', which makes anyone who wants to ask her out uncomfortable because of her height. She sometimes will use this to settle arguments, but most of the time she doesn't care. She's slender, but powerful. Up close, her punches have caused much pain to those who bothered her too much. She usually wears a black hoodie and plain colored t-shirts, as well as jeans. Her has a duffel bag that she usually hangs over her shoulder unless she's at school, then she hangs a grey school bag over her shoulder.
At twenty five, Jak cut her hair and let it hang loose and short. Sometimes if it bothers her she'll tie it up and go to work. She wears a black trenchcoat and jeans. She mainly wears graphic shirts, finding them somewhat amusing and cheap. She kept her slight frame, but looks even more well-toned than ten years ago. She moves with a more deliberate air. She grew to about 5' 9''. She always wears a watch and a hair tie on her left wrist. On her upper left arm is a tattoo of a stylized dragon. Like this.
Personality: Jak is always smiling and friendly towards people. She may not say much, but her words are always to cheer someone up. She's laid back and not much phases her, but when she's angry or focused on a task... It's not always apparent or obvious at first due to her quick change back and forth, but after a few times people close to her can tell. Jak is obsessed with the Karate club and does baseball whenever she has free time. If she set her mind to it, she could obtain great grades, however she doesn't want to because she's often busy. She can appear naive and just go with the flow, but she only has the best interests for people at heart. If her arm were to break, and she be disqualified for the Karate Club, it is likely she's find no point to trying to go back. She pleasures herself to be the best at Karate, and hates to let people down who are counting on her. If she find people to be annoying or sad, she'll hit them lightly on the head then take them out for ice cream. She has an amazing amount of patience, and often will mediate in an argument if she feels like she has to. When she fights, she often doesn't really take anything seriously, treating it like a game. She doesn't panic easy, and doesn't cry or break down unless she's under a lot of stress. Jak's loyal to her friends, and pretty popular. She fights in close to prevent others from getting hurt, often trying to subdue the foe as much as possible.
If one were to see Jak at her worst, they'd believe that it was someone else completely. She shut people out and keeps them at arm's length. Her motivation to do anything fades away and her smile that she always wears is gone. However, this in itself is a rare occurrence. She thinks it's her job to cheer others up, not to have them worry about her. So far, Jak's attitude has kept her from reaching a breaking point with people, often laughing off insults or being extra nice to that person. The only reason she carries around a bat is because likes to use it in case wants to swing it around.
History: Jak was born and raised in Italy. From the age of five, she was trained to defend herself by her father, the owner of a small dojo. She learned that people needed an outlet and if they could no longer do that outlet then there was no point to life. Everyone relies on you in a team sport, and if she didn't meet their expectations, then she shouldn't do that activity at all. She understood, and from then on pushed herself further and harder, determined not to let anyone down. One day, while walking from from a good practice, she watched students from her school ambush others. She stepped in, severely injuring herself and protecting the other student. Jak determined that she had to protect people with all her strength, no matter the cost. Soon she became pretty popular and famous for solving disputes any way she could. She's pretty cool about it though, often just brushing it off. Her father passed away when she was fourteen, and since then she's been hiding it from the school. She taught herself to push through pain and ignore it, moving forward and trying to do better than ever in the Karate Club. However, her recent practices have been showing her getting worse, not better.
Overview: Jak is a fifteen year old girl obsessed with karate and trying to help everyone. She's always smiling and offering ice cream to people. She tries to fight in close, protecting as many people as she can. She was born and raised in Venice, and her father has passed away recently.
Other: "Stop being stupid and eat your ice cream. I always think better with ice cream in my mouth and my fear far away anyway."

I posted a somewhat small first Cyril post. I might edit more in, later.

PRESENT – 15 Years Old


Name:
Daisuke Honda

Age:
Fifteen years old

Gender:
Male

Country of Origin:
Japan

Role:
Student → (Future) Eleventh Generation Guardian of Lightning

Weapon / Fighting Style:
CURRENTLY – Daisuke practices with a Bō Staff at home, but other than that, he's down to nothing but fisticuffs.
IN TIME / FUTURE – Spear (Tonbo-giri) - APPEARANCE (obviously longer)

Flame:
Lightning

Appearance
15 YEARS OLD – Standing at an average height of 5'8, Daisuke has the appearance of an average Japanese boy with a slim build upon first impression. With slightly messy brown hair and turquoise eyes, his bright smile is joined by expressions filled with youth and joy. Other than the regulated school uniform, he is often seen wearing an ordinary white jacket over a white t-shirt and a pair of jeans.

25 YEARS OLD – Within a decade, Daisuke has experienced large periods of growth; he has grown to a staggering height of 6'3 and sports a highly athletic build, no longer appearing very slim and frail. His chocolate brown hair has remained relatively unchanged for the most part, having only kept it grown out slightly longer and preferring to keep it at around the same length. His blue eyes retain their serene look.

Personality:
Daisuke is often considered to be too friendly towards every person he meets by others, rarely ever seen without a smile on his face and by his lonesome, almost always out and about with other people. Amiable and a fairly simple individual who wants nothing more but the happiness of others, he cherishes the bonds that he forms, and wishes for such connections to always be remembered through thick and thin. Although he doesn't consider himself as an athletic person, he is always eager to experience new things and enjoys relishing numerous hobbies. He is a bit of a clumsy and disorganized fellow, but doesn't mind if it brings smiles to the faces of his friends. He can be a bit childish at times, with a touch of gullibility and silliness that evoke the notion that he is a teenager with the brain of a kid.

In contrast to his calm behavior underneath the benevolent disposition, houses a dark shade of his nice-guy personality that reveals itself when harm and danger finds its way towards someone that Daisuke knows. This intimidating and violent, almost-suicidal indignation drives him to protect his loved ones at any cost, be it at the expense of his or the other's suffering. He has a plethora of emotional issues deep down, and through a strained relationship with his father, he keeps everything bottled up until the opportunity presents itself for him to unleash his contained aggression.

Background:
Daisuke Honda, born in Aichi Prefecture, Japan, is (currently) the only son of Hajime and Satomi Honda (nee Shinobu), once having an older brother named Kenta. His family held connections to the largest and most infamous yakuza organization in the country through his father, a powerful member of said organization, and his mother who was a relative of the organization's boss. Four years into Daisuke's life, his father decided that he wanted to abandon the life of a gangster and sought to abandon the organization while revealing several critical pieces of information regarding the yakuza to the authorities and the general public. Once the boss caught wind of Hajime's intentions, he dispatched several yakuza members to their prefecture and 'send a message', kidnapping their two sons after school. The men proceeded to beat the five year old and eleven year old violently, to the point where Kenta stood up and provoked the men to fixate their attention on him and away from his little brother.

A powerless Daisuke watched as Kenta succumbed to the brutality of the beatings, and decided that it was enough to send a message for Hajime's traitorous intentions. Hajime and Satomi, after scouring the entire prefecture for Daisuke and Kenta, arrived back at their home to see their two bloodied sons sprawled before their home. Realizing that the boss was ruthless and unpredictable after mourning the death of their elder son, Hajime discussed with Satomi about leaving Japan behind and moving elsewhere for a better life, settling on the foreign waves of America. After a period of their son's recovery and the funeral of Kenta, they managed to dodge surveillance from the yakuza organization and land on a plan destined for the United States. At the last moment, Satomi decided to stay behind against her husband's wishes, seeking to 'tie up loose ends' with the boss, her relative.

Arriving within the borders of the United States, the traumatized boy was quick to repress the memory and start a new life. Daisuke struggled in learning the culture and language of the society at first, and even with the help of his fellow students and teachers who found the Japanese boy to be intriguingly interesting, it still took a few years to become accustomed to such a different environment. Time passed, and the innocent five year old had grown into the gregarious teenager that he is now; Daisuke was living a great life, had great friends, and not to mention a couple great lady friends here and there. All of it changed when one day, he saw a group of bullies assaulting one of his friends, and he stepped in to stop them, beating them all to a pulp and in actuality, almost killing them in the process until he was stopped.

Unfortunately, Daisuke fell out of favor from the school authorities and they were convinced that the teenager was the perpetrator behind the entire situation, quick to expel him instead of the usual suspension. It was then that his father decided that moving to Italy would be better for them, as it was a new experience and Daisuke would find that their society was more enjoyable, moving out of the United States shortly after and finding himself in yet another school full of strangers; well, at least for a few minutes.

Overview:
An ecstatic Japanese teenager with a life beset with fervent friendships, Daisuke Honda is quick as lightning in building bonds, and protecting bonds. Though not much of a fighter at first glance, his hidden potential festers like the aggression beneath his tender and undying smile.

Other:
"There's no need for that kind of ceremony for us to be friends." – Daisuke, referring to becoming a Guardian

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: Young Cyril is dark and humorless with people who don’t know him well. His face is usually set at a deadpanned expression. Exasperated sighs, annoyed grunts, and light hums as he gathers his thoughts are the only things that show that he actually has feelings and thinks about things other than being solemn. Sometimes a wry grin or a sarcastic bark of a chuckle escapes his lips when someone dares confront or annoy him. Despite taking on a very aggressive appearance, Cyril has an amazing amount of patience. He allows people to curse and spit at him, shoving his anger, fear, frustration, annoyance, and other feelings deep inside himself. Yet, even someone as patient as Cyril has a breaking point. All of bottled rage can spill out at any time, however, he tries to keep such “moments” as fuel in battle. Depending on the amount of feelings he’s closed away, he could be the first or last to strike in an encounter with an enemy. In combat, he is almost purely offensive, lest he have to block or defend a particularly powerful blow.
Even though Leggieri seems like a bland youth, he has a couple of quirks that don’t sit well with him. He easily blushes, which often makes him frustrated and adds more fuel to his inner fire. He also draws random doodles on the sides of his notes and chews on pencils.
Cyril only shows his mischievous and playful side to his aunt.
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.
Overview: Cyril Leggieri is a dark haired, dark eyed fifteen year old who seems like he doesn’t know how to smile. 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?”

Name: Angel Tsubasa
Age: 14
Gender: Female
Country of Origin: London moved to Venice when she was 9
Role: Boss, & Guardian of the sky ring
Flame:Flame of Peace (Sky and Rain((I only see this as an option because of the flame of wrath.)))
Weapon/Fighting Style: Currently just fists, feet, Knees and elbows.
Appearance: She is normally seen in skater regalia throughout her life, even from the age of 14 years young. This trend continues when she grows up and becomes 24 years old. Normally her hair is left free to blow in the wind, but when she feels things are serious she ties it back except for a strand that will fall in her face. Her skin is pale and is covered in microscars causing it to appear to be even more pale than it actually is.
Personality: If you were to ask her where she is from she would tell you Earth. She tends to be very relaxed. If the world throws her into a river while she is skating, oh well. She would begin swimming until she found herself on shore again and start skating again. Go with the flow life is too short to worry about. Those who see what she really is like are her friends not even her family sees more than the outer shell. Those that she considers allies see her stronger side. She is a very independent girl. Her independence has lead her to be very stubborn. Her stubbornness has lead to her getting into things that her body really can't handle. She takes challenges very seriously. Her greatest wish is to fly among the birds even if only for a moment. Even when she is being stubborn her feathers don't ruffle. The only time that she actually gets upset is if someone is being threatened.
History: She was born in London, England. When she was 1 year old her parents divorced her father was a very laid back man who just let life guide him. He was the one who received custody over her. Her mother moved to the states. Most of her life she was taught by her father as they would only be in one town two or three weeks at a time, and only in a country about six months before moving on to a new one. She took after her father in every way. His attitude about things reached her. Because she was learning everywhere her education is actually very diverse.
She learned things in person that most people saw in a book. She was taught the history of Japan by an older Japanese lady who was watching her while her father was hiking up mount Fuji. She learned to cook from a family in India who allowed them to stay there. In Australia she learned to fight from a kangaroo wrangler. Everywhere they went though ever since she was old enough to skate there was once constant in her life. Love of the wind on her face. Love of the Earth beneath her and love of motion. She learned things about skating everywhere she went at least one group of people were skating.
When she was nine her father decided it was time to put down some real roots. He remarried a woman in Venice. Since then she has lived in Venice it wasn't until she was 13 though that he put her in a real school. To her school was boring they didn't have the stories that the people there did, she knew more about the world that this book could ever give them. She wanted world experience not books filled with knowledge that was missing everything. It was rice without the curry.
Overview: Angel is a short white haired skater girl who was raised by a nomadic father. She learned about the world by traveling with her father around the world. No matter what, her bag has her inline skates and her helmet. She is a very laid back girl not caring about school, because to her it isn't the way to learn. Around most she is very relaxed but she is actually incredibly stubborn.
Other: "Mother Earth loves us all. I happen to also be loved by Sister Wind and Father Sky." "Rice without curry is boring."

Name: Fiore Spada
Age: Fifteen
Gender: Female
Country of Origin: Italy (Verona, Italy)
Role: Subordinate
Flame: Sun
Weapon/Fighting Style: When anticipating a fight, Fiore stretches openly, often infuriating the enemy. Perhaps it is her intention, for she always has the same taunting grin on her face right after, but, when questioned, she always says it's just because she wanted to stretch. Before doing anything she thinks will take some effort, she puts a caramel candy in her mouth. For some reason, this act always seems to elevate her fighting. Sometimes, she also mocks the opponent by putting her hands behind her back and merely dodging his attacks. Her overall method is rooted in causing mischief by making the opponent angry at her. Her actual weapon, which some enemies never even end up seeing, is the bagh nakha, which is a weapon that is attached to a set of leather gloves she carries. These simulate a big cat's claws and have been crafted to rip through skin and muscle easily. A weapon she has also been seen to use after moving to Japan is the tessen, or metal fan. This is used mainly for defensive purposes, but a good knock on the head with it would certainly do good damage as well.
Appearance: Fiore is a girl with strawberry blonde hair that goes about two inches past her shoulders and warm amber-brown eyes. She usually wears long-sleeve shirts with dark-colored skirts. When it's cold, she wears woolen stockings, which also tend to be light-colored. She always wears her dark blue cat vest and beige boots all of the time for unknown reasons. She's on the shorter side and relatively petite, though her build is not necessarily frail. Her twenty-five-year-old self has darker hair (as the natural course of things would dictate) and usually wears darker colors. Her signature cat vest has been switched out for a black hooded shawl. However, her feline theme remains in her new leather gloves, which have bagh nakha (cat claw) attachments. It is unknown to most why her affinity for felines exists, but it's served her well so far.
Personality: This warm-haired lass is rather catlike. She likes to sun herself and stretch out and eat. Her favorite passtime is going to a little café to eat pastries, drink a little coffee, and take a nice nap afterwards. However, also like a cat, she is suspicious of new faces and doesn't like to be too friendly at first, but will eventually warm up and be especially affectionate. Fiore is prickly and fearsome when angered, which is rather easily. She goes for focused attacks to incapacitate her enemy quickly. Alarmingly, she becomes calm as suddenly as she angers, meaning that she could go from placid to enraged and back within the hour. Incidentally, she also has little care for damages and a surprising lack of remorse for destroying the property of others and often clumsily knocks over some family heirloom and skips out on the damage costs.
History: Fiore was born in Verona, Italy to a normal woman and a mafioso. This woman was a gentle one who happened to fall in love with her father, an inner circle member of a small-time mafia family. When the girl was born, the mother raised her to the age of three before divorcing the mafioso because the life was too hard on her. After the divorce, Fiore's father became bitter and harsh to his daughter, insisting that she was a no-good leech of his resources. The poor girl was trained hard every day to hopefully become an expert mafia member herself, but she was never good enough for her father (and not really that great at fighting in general). At age eight, the girl was sent off on a trip to train with the world's most successful mentors. Even after all that training with her father in Italy, all she really wanted to do was tend to her dear cat, Ricardo. In Iran, her harsh mentor killed the cat to show Fiore that the world was harsh. Only then did the girl get really empowered to fight, even if only to show her mentor that she couldn't just mess with her like that. So, even though her fighting skills were horrible, the girl did try to fight. In India, one mentor finally got through to her by realizing that she needed to be trained with a weapon that would speak to her soul. So, after instructing the girl on how to use bagh nakha, she excelled, surpassing all other students of that mentor at the time. At age twelve, she was moved to Japan to learn how to insert finesse into her style. After perfecting her cat-like fighting, Fiore was introduced to the fine art of using a fan for a weapon. Intrigued by the concept, Fiore trained for a year with the tessen and finally became proficient enough to use it. When questioned about the strange mesh of weapons, Fiore merely shrugs it off, but the reason lies in her last heirloom from her mother, a delicate fan. While her reason for using both weapons differs, the Italian girl has a passion for both weapons and has shown herself to be fearsome in battle. Her apathy toward actually dueling in the first place could use a little work, though. Fiore moved back to Verona at age thirteen and, after being rejected by her father, she taken in by her childhood friend who had just recently turned eighteen. They moved to the floating city of Venice to get a new start. Fiore was enrolled in school there so she could finally live a normal life and, even with most of the day being devoted to training in her past, she did still receive schooling materials and melded with the school lifestyle surprisingly easily.
Overview: Fiore enjoys napping, candy, cappuccinos, pastries, sweets, sunning herself, and milk. Catlike, she enjoys causing mischief and will not shrink away from making a few enemies here or there. She's good in battle, but her apathy and indifference towards it block most from even realizing it. When about to do something serious or when she is going to fight at full capacity, she eats a caramel candy. It is unknown why, but this makes her battle capacity increase (probably due to some psychological attachment to the candy). She has lived all over the world to train, but has only recently become a decent fighter, and moving on the waterways of Venice was never touched on. In Venice, she lives with her older childhood friend in a small apartment.
Other: "Ciao, bella!"

Name: Fionn Breckenridge
Age: 14
Gender: Male
Country of Origin: Wales
Role: To be 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.”

Name: David Harrison
Age: 15
Gender: ~Male~
Country of Origin: ~America moved to Italy when he was 10~
Role: Student -> Subordinate -> Future Eleventh Generation Mist Ring Guardian.
Flame: Mist
Weapon/Fighting Style: Knife -> (I might decide to change his weapon later,but in that case I will of course ask permission first) David prefers to attack from the opponents blind spot, as well use other so called "dirty tricks".
Appearance: In his teens David has blond hair with three bangs, one of them between his eyes.He has thin eyebrows above his brown eyes. At around 5.7 his height is completely average for his age. As someone who prefers using his brains rather then his body he isn't muscular at all. He has a piercing in his left ear. Ten years later Davids hair has changed from bright blond to a dirty blond, and though he kept the bangs, the ones at the sides of his head have gotten much longer. His overall hairstyle has changed as well having become spikier. Other differences include the fact he no longer has the earring and he now wears glasses with a thin frame. While he still isn't overly muscular, he is obviously in good shape
Personality: David is usually quiet, preferring to let others do the talking. But when he feels something is important, he will speak up. He has a good eye for detail, something that is important for illusionists. During combat he will sometimes try to get his opponent to underestimate him, by making his illusions less convincing then he is actually capable of. He will act as a bloodthirsty psycho in order to make whoever he is fighting lose their composure. While the psycho thing is just an act, David in no way hates to fight though he has never killed anyone nor is he planning too. Ten years later his overall personalty hasn't changed too much and David is still mostly silents. He has however become more ruthless and is now willing to kill if necessary. He has also dropped both the psycho and incompetent acts, in exchange for being unnervingly calm during combat.
History: David got his powers as an Illusionist from his father who mostly uses his abilities in subtle ways for his job as stage magician.When he first displayed his powers at age eight his parents had him tested for other physic abilities, but it turned out creating illusions is the only special gift he has. Unknown to him though the stage magician job was actually a cover for a small money laundering business run by a local mob boss. When said mob boos died under suspicious circumstances Davids parents decided to move using the excuse that his father got a job offer in Italy. Once they arrived the money laundering continued, only now they were doing it for a small Mafia family. At first David hated Italy seeing as he got bullied for not speaking the language. While he naturally wanted to get back at the bullies he was forbidden to use his powers openly. So instead he focused on fighting dirty. Eventually as the bullies left him alone and he mastered the language, his opinion about the country changed.
Overview: David is an American Illusionist with a father that as far as he knows is a simple stage magician who shares his powers.
Other: ~"The illusion of incompetence can be as effective as any other.~

Your links still don't work, Venchi. XD

Nevermind

I hope my post isn't too short cause if it is I can tell here and now this rp will be too advanced for me.

Venchi said
I hope my post isn't too short cause if it is I can tell here and now this rp will be too advanced for me.

It's fine, man. They're just overachievers introduction posts and usually those tend to be favorable in length.
I'll get my post up after I finish something for the Vongola Famiglia Associates section.

STORMS ARE AWESOME OVERACHEIVERS

I am sorry for not being in contact. My musclesare all strained. Typing sucks so I am going to get something short up I am sorry for the brevity

It's okay, Goth. Take your time.

I have a question. All of the characters are in the same school, right?

I've assumed so... mostly because it would be more convenient for them to be in one place more often.

Ah, okay.

Poor Daisuke. Cyril's just all "gtfo" with him.