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[b]Full Name:[/b] Cicero Monacelli 

[b]Nationality:[/b] Purebred Italian  

[b]Age:[/b] 10 

[b]Favourite food:[/b] Cheese of all sorts

[b]Hobbies:[/b] Collecting action figures, drawing, feeding stray cats, arguing 

[b]Likes:[/b]
[list]
[*] Cats
[*] Food
[*] Exploring
[*] Practical jokes
[*] Snow 
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[b]Dislikes:[/b]
[list]
[*] The English language
[*] Snakes
[*] Going to bed early
[*] The dark
[*] Heights
[*] Reading
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[b]Minor special ability:[/b] Weak ice powers that he can't control very well yet. 

[b]One paragraph biography:[/b] Cicero and his family are from the elegant city of Florence, Italy. Naturally they were quite well off, his father working as the head of a company while his mother was a freelance artist. After his mother died of a sudden stroke, her husband, Cicero's father, sent his three children into foster care and attempted suicide. He's currently being held in the local mental institute. Meanwhile, Cicero was separated from his older brothers and adopted by a couple who moved with him to Chicago, Illinois. Let it suffice to say that Chicago is nothing like Florence, and Cicero despised every inch of the city and its English speaking inhabitants. He always had a hard time learning languages. Back in Florence his mother tried to teach them all French and German, but Cicero never mastered either language, preferring his native Italian. Thinking he was going to smuggle himself back to Italy by plane, Cicero ran away from his adoptive family and wound up on the wrong plane and lost in some foreign country. Good thing this old mansion was lying around, because he's out of money for plane tickets and has nowhere to go...