"What's mine is yours. I welcome you to my family, a family that does not eat alone. I ain't afraid to whack a no-good double crosser, especially those who are made into the family. Make sure you don't repay my hospitality by being on the receiving end of it, because I WILL take pleasure in ending your ungrateful self."

Name: Michael Corvi

Alias: Don Canaglia, Father Corvi, The Grim Crow.

Age: Unknown

Position: Godfather

Speciality: Leading those inducted into his family.

Personality: Michael Corvi is a mysterious person. He is kind to those by his side, and merciless to his enemies. To him, the family comes first, and a well treated family comes power and influence. Father Corvi is not one to shy away from violence, especially rats that he makes an example out of to the rest of the gang. His word is law, and wherever he goes he carries an air of authority and power, knowing the capabilities of himself and his family to always calculate the best outcome. He cares for his work, and cares for those that carry out his work too, however he is not to be taken lightly because of his generosity. You have to earn your place before being taken good care of, and proving your worth is among the only ways to gain Corvi's respect.

History: No one knows when he was born, but is known that Corvi was born in Otropolis, watching his father before him run the Canaglia operation before him. His mother and father were brutally murdered by rival gang members when he was just a child. The murderers were never found. Corvi claims he "dealt" with them, which is when he discovered that he was a 'super', born to non-super parents. An anomaly. The mafia was thrown into disarray after the previous godfather was murdered. However, their presence was still felt throughout the time.

Corvi also fought in the war, but no records show what company he was in or where he was deployed, but he displays a medal of honour in his room. Corvi earned the title of the Grim Crow, after his shadow-like form and glowing red eyes. Anyone that saw the misty figure knew it was a bad omen, like the crow itself. Corvi quickly gained control of his father's mafia, disposed of those who tried to take the family down from within, and reassembled the mafia in just two months, recruiting a number of super's into the family. Not only to give the supers in his territory a home, but also to compete with the other three gangs. After a table with the other three dons, Corvi has returned to the new East Canaglia gang, and knows that they have to up their gang if they want to continue to survive, less one of the other families crush them beneath their boot.

Power: Corvi can summon a murder of ethereal crows to do his bidding. They are silent, and take on the same shadowy form Corvi does. However, this has always been used in secret, concealed circumstances. For example, one of Corvi's signature trademarks is to take someone to the 'backroom'. The door closes, and when it reopens, all that is left of that person is a pile of dust. What Corvi actually did is summon the crows to surround and swirl around the target, disintegrating them with unworldly heat from the crows.

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Name: Tyler DeGarrio

Alias: Magician

Age: 26

Appearance:


Position: Mercenary/Intelligence

Speciality: Interrogation, Infiltration and Fighting

Personality: Tyler is the more caring member of the Canaglia Mafia, but his caring side can quickly be dismissed in the face of adversity. Tyler loves to read, write, and sing. He is very good with math, and enjoyed meditating. He no longer deals with relationships since his last ended in his significant other’s death. Though a part of a gang, Tyler is understanding, but he doesn’t let his personal life interfere with his duties. When he talks to those he doesn’t like or views as beneath him, he speaks in a rather monotonous way unless he respects them.

History: Tyler joined the Canaglia Mafia by request. He would use his gifts to peer into the future, but only to the Godfather that paid the most, that is until his lover was killed. There isn’t any special story that comes along with Tyler. He was born, and his innate abilities showed up when he was young, but he never trained them anymore than to perform cheap parlor tricks to get money while on the streets. His parents were killed because of what they knew. He met a man when he was around twelve years of age, someone like him, a oracle of sorts. This man introduced him to the world of the supernatural and passed on his teachings before he was killed. Tyler’s lover, another magician was also killed because of his gifts, but when Michael Corvi offered him refuge, Tyler in turn offered his service. This happened when he was the age of eighteen and he has been loyal ever since. He has shown Michael the true nature of those that would betray him, he has shown him bits and pieces of the future. Tyler is who he is, and serves the Canaglia Mafia without hesitation, but only upon Godfather Corvi's word.

Power: Magic - Quite literally magic is the use of rituals, symbols, actions, gestures, and language with the aim of exploiting supernatural forces. Magic in any sense requires the user to tap into the arcane power that flows throughout the universe. There are very few who are gifted to tap into this power, and without training will surely end up dead. Tyler is one such individual who has been trained to tap into the power of the Arcane vein and wield it with deadly precision. There are limitations to magic, and there are classes to which one is assigned when they discover their ability to tap into magic. Tyler is adept in divine magic, magic dealing with healing and destruction. His magic focuses on the mind, and the power it can produce. The energy that can be drawn from magic and the power to alter oneself physically. He can also create hexes, and wards for protection or strength. The more powerful the spell he uses, the more draining it can be, and the more damage it does to his life force. His innate arcane energy protects his mind from infiltration(mental attacks) and his body from contaminates(toxins, etc).

Limitations: Spells require energy meaning he must recharge after casting depending on how powerful the spell that he casts is. His healing can only heal minor wounds, deep wounds will require potions that take a lot of time to prepare. Wards take at least an hour to prepare, and usually can only be placed on structures, but he can also place wards on individuals however they last for about an hour before dissipating. His will is his limitation. He must be able to speak and move his hands for specific spells and incantations, otherwise, he must rely on his skills. The will of a target must be weaker than his own for his infiltration to work. If he delves into the mind of a stronger will, he can be cast out and will incur injury.

Extra:
-Tyler carries two daggers designed for him that he keeps strapped to his back in arms reach. They are around 12 inches in length from handle to tip of blade.
-Magician is a nickname his lover Andre gave him before his untimely death.

Name: Valoran Dryder

Alias: Reaper

Age: 35

Appearance:

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He has a black mask that he wears during his work.

Position: Capo

Speciality: Interrogation, Stealth, Fighting

Personality: Valoran is reserved, quiet and loyal. He does not like to resort to violence, keeping it as a last resort. He is well known for being the most calm person in the room and often called "The Sage" for meditative he seems. He himself doesn't see that though as of late, people question his moniker...

History: Valoran grew up with the Family. It's been his home since Don Corvi took him off the streets. His life was saved that day, as he was having trouble developing his power, he had hurt many people, one of the Don's own, but he couldn't help it... Despite the rough start, he forged a path that could only be described just short of mysterious. His ability to retrieve people and things was strange... As he could just pull them from nothing... His best skills were his stealth and interrogation. The man once sneaked past a whole squadron of policemen in broad daylight, and he's able to weasel information from nearly anyone.

Valoran is known as the Reaper. In his early days he would walk into a room filled with enemies and walk out without a scratch, and everyone is dead. He is strong at hand to hand, and has matched muscle with the western gang before. His preferred method of attack is to render people unconscious through his power, though most don't even know what it truly is, as he seemed to be untouchable.

Valoran had a lover once... But he was lured into the South side of town... His body turned up in the river a few weeks later... Valoran hasn't forgotten about it, a rage so great he would have gone to attack the south had not he'd been threatened with he Back Room. He has a son, Vance who is 13. He was the result of a weekend of drinking and partying that Valoran regretted. But he absolutely adores his son, and he's fiercely protective of him.

Power: Spatial Distortion. Using his power, Valoran can distort space around him in his line of sight. It's effective zone is thirty feet all around him, and it gets weaker the further it goes. It's strongest application is touch, and he is essentially bulletproof, but he can be affected by gas. He gained this power at a young age and it was hard to control. Now, he uses it mainly to shield himself from attacks passively, and to stealth effectively.

Extra: Valoran likes to stargaze, and has brushed death several times.

Quote: "They call me Death's Reaper... Heh... Wouldn't be too far off, there... It's a fine line between being a Reaper, and a Monster..."

Name: Bella Dona

Alias: Night Shade

Age: 24

Appearance:


Position: Capo

Speciality: Interrogation through torture

Personality: Confident but not arrogant in both her abilities and looks. Has a sadistic side whenever her victims are dying of her venom even smiling while it is happening. But if anything, she is loyal and respectful to those on her side having a professional yet friendly attitude to those in the Gang. When completing tasks, she is serious and objective, doesn’t play around unless when it comes to someone begging for their life. Bella is well known for being merciless and cruel towards those she is torturing, enlisting fear to enemies who hear the name “Night Shade.”
She’s not one to get her hands dirty unless it’s necessary or enjoyable, her soldiers do most of the killing for her. Often times they’ll hold down victims so that Bella may inject her venom into them.
History:
When Bella took her first breath, so did the poison inside of her. As her mother was giving birth to her, Bella’s body uncontrollably injected venom into her mother, killing her. As she cried and screamed, poisonous gas exhaled from her mouth killing everyone else inside the hospital room. It was a freak tragedy, and it was during this time that the North Scharole Highrollers heard about a “deadly poison baby” and kidnapped her to use her powers for their advantage. For 7 years she was locked up and was forced to learn how to control her power and produce poison for the Highrollers. It wasn’t until a rival mafia, an officer from the East Canaglia Gang found her and took her away from the Highrollers. It was then she was raised by the Gang, who helped her fully control her powers and gave her for the first time in her life- freewill. Ironically she used this free will to be part of the Gang, becoming one of the most loyal members to date.
It has only been a short time since Bella was given the responsibility and title of Capo, which took many including her by surprise considering how young she was. But being saved and raised by the Gang, she was an East Canaglia by heart. So when the position was granted to her, it did not go to waste. It took no time for her to take over the nightlife of Otropolis for the Gang which now rivals that of South Cosa Nostra, who had been notoriously famed for their hold in the depraved industry. She was becoming infamous through her use of poisons on her victims. Her tactics of torture/interrogation/killings became nightmare fuel for those who stood against her and the Gang.
Power: Deadly Spring
Bella secretes any type of poison and venom from her body in multiple ways (mainly forms it from her hand and mouth). This also makes her immune to all types of poison and venom
Some ways she uses her power: Simply touching exposed skin injects venom and spreads throughout the body. Exhaling poisonous gas from her mouth like smoke and can kill if inhaled.
This is how the body looks if it is infected:



Extra:
- Runs nightlife business for the Gang, includes nightclubs, casinos, brothels, etc. She has associates and managers directly running each individual business for her but in matters where it involves another gang (usually it is the South Cosa Nostra since they have a lot of nightlife businesses as well) she takes personal action.
- Has a pet snake taipan named Paris

Name: Nadia Felmoth

Alias: Beast

Age: 26



Position: Intelligence (she is literally the fly on the wall)

Specialty: infiltration, stealth, fighting

Personality: Nadia is easy to get along with, and most would not assume she was part of the mafia as she is generally carefree and happy unless provoked. It is when provoked that she becomes hotheaded and impulsive when not kept in check. She has absolutely no problem letting lose on someone if need be and is just as happy to do so as she would be to make a new friend or meet a new family member.

History: Nadia was born into the family from super powered parents. Both coincidentally were shape shifters though in two different ways. She inherited her powers from her parents and showed signs of exhibiting these abilities before she can remember. Her father capable of human shapeshifting and her mother capable of animal shapeshifting. She learned how to use her powers from an early age, though she exhibited restrictions neither of her parents had, a likely result of second generation powers.

When she was 10 her father was caught by an enemy gang and was never found. Likely interrogated and killed. Six years later her mother died of illness, leaving a 16 year old Nadia to take a place in the family, something her parents had been trying to avoid until she was older. Sure she had all the training but they wanted her to have a childhood before she officially joined. It didn't take long for her to earn the same respect her parents had and she has been a loyal member of the family since.

Power: Human shapeshifting- Nadia can shape shift into any person she has personally seen, this does not, for some reason, count people seen on television or cameras. Her cloths, eye color, and voice do not change with her and her height does not fluctuate with the shift her weight and body type do change. Meaning her targets have to be of the same height and eye color as herself, but do not have to have the same body type or weight. These shifts only last for about an hour and tire her out drastically the longer they are held.

Animal shapeshifting: Nadia can shapeshifting into any know animal so long as it is visible to the naked eye Her eyes still do not change unless the creature she is shifting into has specialized eyes (example being a fly) and her clothes still do not shift with her. She is capable of human speech in these forms and does not have the capability to create the sounds of the animals she shifts into. Her sense are heightened to the appropriate ability of the animal she chooses. Her size does change according to the animal she shifts into (it is unknown why this does not occur in her human shifts) but said shifts cause considerable pain into and out of the form. She can stay in these forms for about two hours, however the more she shifts between forms the more exhausted she becomes and the less amount of time she can remain in a shifted form.

General weakness: As she does not gain any extra durability in either form other than what the shift allows she is still vulnerable to anything that can kill or harm a human or the animal form she has shifted into. So yes, she could still be squashed if she were to shifts into a small bug or rodent.

Extra:

Name:
Katherine Sinclair

Alias:
N/A
Kat does fine. She's just the muscle, don't need nor particularly want a special title. Some like to call her 'Aegis', though she's not quite sure who started that. If she finds 'em, she's gonna beat the shit out of 'em.

Age:
24

Appearance:
Short blond hair, typically cut to fall just to her shoulders, and dull bluish-grey eyes are the things people would notice about her. Standing roughly at five foot seven, thanks to her rather athletic build she can come off as a bit intimidating to some people. Her snarky, somewhat hostile demeanor doesn't help either. Aside from that, Kat has fairly obvious muscles that could likely put a few men to shame and cause them to question their own masculinity.

As far as clothing goes, She is a fan of simple attire. In her every day environment, Kat prefers easy to move in pants with sturdy boots and an airy, light shirt that can breathe easily. When on the job, her attire typically varies depending on the situation. It can go from classy clothing, to something a bit more indicative of subterfuge. Whatever gets the job done. She can often be seen smoking a cigarette, or drinking the strongest alcohol she can get her hands on.

Position:
Soldier/Hitman

Specialty:
Fighting/'taking care of problems.'

Personality:
Violent, has a bit of an anger problem, and prefers solving things with her guns rather than peaceful solutions. She's far from what one might expect of a woman in this day and age.

Despite her anger and tendency to shoot first and ask later, Kat is usually pretty friendly. To her comrades and people she works with, she's fairly amicable, though she's definitely a bit of a sarcastic jackass. Anyone is fair game for her snark and insults. Even herself, if she does something stupid. If someone has a problem with that, they can talk to either her boot or the end of her gun. Despite her rather violent and snarky behavior, mistaking her for a simple minded brute would be asking to get killed. While she isn't exactly book smarts, one doesn't live on the street as long as she has and not get clever or creative.

She is also incredibly loyal to anyone she works for. She says she'll do something, she'll do it or she'll die trying.

History:
Kat doesn't like talking much about her past. Not that its anything particularly special. She's always been a bit of a bad seed - growing up on the streets because her family was poor didn't exactly help either. She never really had much of a chance to excel or behave like a normal kid should. Not that she ever particularly cared. She had her own little gang of misfits she ran with from the time she was fifteen until she was eighteen and got up to plenty of trouble. Pissing of the cops just because she could, was one of her favorite pastimes. Vandalism, breaking and entering, and a whole slew of other misdemeanors until she turned eighteen.

It wasn't much of a surprise she ended up on the wrong side of the law afterwards either. She just got smarter about it. Jail wasn't fun. She grew up around some shady people, and asked if they had any 'work' for her of the not so glamorous kind. Calling in a favor from a friend was easy enough, and after he asked around a bit he found someone willing to give her a bit of a job. Someone had been rattin' on the family to the police, and the Godfather wanted him 'taken' care of and made an example of.

Arguably, it was a difficult request. The guy had police protection and everything, and she was just one slightly more than average skilled street urchin who had a hobby of working out and kicking people if they pissed her off. Really, she should have died - she took a bullet to the head from the guy after she took care of his police detail.

Yet, she didn't. The bullet bounced off some unseen barrier in front of her. She had no idea what happened at the time, but she didn't waste the chance to make an example of the guy like the boss wanted. She came back to a job well done and a hefty sum of money waiting for her. After that, she got a steady stream of work from them whenever they needed someone with muscle or to take care of something. She's been fascinated with this little ability of hers, and has been working on flexing the proverbial muscle for it wherever she gets the chance.

Power:
To put simply, Kat generates a localized force-field around herself. This field, forcefully rejects any sort of foreign matter that tries to get in. Basically, she's always covered in what we might call a 'shield'. Bullets bounce off, punches are halted in their tracks...she's called 'Aegis' by some for a reason. This semi-permeable field is around her at almost all times, and she has limited control over the size of it, and using her as a center she can extend it to about roughly five yards away from her in all directions. The strength of it, of course decreasing the larger it is.

Usually, though, she simply keeps the field on a more personal level - typically around herself. As it is semi-permeable to an extent, she can somewhat choose what passes through this field and what doesn't. Solid and liquids are halted typically with some difficulty, but gasses go right through it.

The field, of course, is far from impenetrable. The field can roughly withstand the same force as your average brick wall. A sufficiently high-powered gun could easily punch through it. Likewise, prolonged exposure to any continuous sort of damage has visible effects on Kats physical state. At worst, it could lead to a deadly brain hemorrhage. Strength can vary somewhat, depending on how much focus she puts into it.

Can be used somewhat offensively, as she can 'punch' something without hurting herself, since her body is covered in a durable thin layer of armor. Likewise, she can use the it to lift weight a bit outside the normal human realm rather easily, though it puts a great strain on her abilities and at most she could stop/lift roughly 250lbs~ of force.

She assumes she could theoretically get better with time and practice.

Extra:
- Likes Mexican and spicy, exotic foods.
- Has been at least somewhat trained in close quarters combat.
- Can reasonably well do some breaking and entering.

Alias:
Oddjob McDowel

Age:
38

Appearance:
Harvey stands at an imposing 6'2". Despite his height, he is of a more average build. Others are easily stronger than him. His black hair is usually left at a medium length. The most consistent part of his appearance is his facial hair, or lack there of. Despite being 38, he's still unable to properly grow a beard.

He usually wears whatever clothes are clean, as he doesn't quite care about fashion. However, being part of the family and all forces him to dress well.

Position:
Soldier

Speciality:
Harvey, as his nickname implies, has no real specialty. He does whatever job comes up, be it fighting, intimidation, taxes, laundering, fencing, and one time, even prostitution.

Personality:
Harvey is blunt. If he has an opinion, he's not afraid to voice it, no matter the consequence. He openly distrusts and has no respect for all forms of authority. Despite this, he still sees those with authority as equals, which may or may not be a bad thing.

Despite being somewhat of an enforcer, Harvey has a certain disdain for violence. He'll fight if need be, but he'd rather solve problems by speaking. He also has a hatred for guns and murder, but not necessarily those who are affiliated with such.

About himself, Harvey is an open book. He'll gladly tell whoever asks about his past, but he doesn't bring it up unless asked. He generally cares about others, but doesn't really care for himself. He is rather pessimistic, despite his openness.

History:
Harvey was born an urchin. His parents were Irish immigrants, searching for a better life in America. The better life never came and they were stuck in the slums. Despite this, Harvey was happy. His parents loved him and did whatever was necessary to feed him. Harvey grew up thinking that even in the worst of times, things would work out.

As Harvey was a young man, his parents became increasingly sicker and sicker. Treatment for them would cost money, which they didn't have. He was unable to get a job for one reason or another, but one place accepted him: the army. News broke out about America entering The Great War, and as such, Harvey entered the army to fight against the Germans. Be a hero, they said, protect the homefront.

The war changed him. He no longer saw war as a great battle where heroes went to protect what they held dear. All that war created was husks. Generals who lead the battles to fight were no longer geniuses. They were just horrid people. When he came home, he learned of his parent's fate. Both had passed from their sickness. Harvey had no news of this. The last beacon of his hope was wrought.

Harvey was lost, both literally and metaphorically. He had no family, no dreams, and no past. He quickly fell with the wrong types of crowds. He fought his way through life. He did whatever it took to survive, be it with blood or a pen, sometimes both at the same time.

He gained an impressive repertoire of skills. However, as he continued, he felt hollow. In a sense, he was still carrying the war with him. He broke free of his path once he realized, but it was the only path he knew. He could only steer it to a better destination.

One fateful day, Harvey was trying to find a regular job (to little avail). A few police officers cruising in their paddy wagon remembered him and his past. They arrested him and tossed him into the wagon, which by chance was carrying someone else. By pure chance, Harvey's hand glanced the side of the wagon, causing each piece to fall off. The door came off the hinges, the wheels flew off, the windows unbarred. Like any criminal, Harvey ran off. One man gave his thanks and said he'd pay him back.

Years later, Harvey (still jobless) was approached by the man. The man said to join their family. He would be taken care of. With little discord, Harvey agreed.

Power:
Dismantle
An oddly specific psionic ability, Harvey can dismantle anything he touches. For example, if he touches a gun, every single part of the gun would act like the other parts don't exist. However, this only works if each part is separate. If he touches a cotton shirt, then he can dismantle it, turning it into threads. However, if something is made from, say, rubber, it is impossible to dismantle unless it is multiple rubber parts glued together. Dismantle also works even if the objects aren't fully attached; if a plastic bag holding bread was dismantled the bread would fall out, but the bag would be fine. Note that it is unable to be used on living things.

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Name:Cesar Ghirga

Alias: Heat
Age: 23

Appearance:

Position:Soldier

Speciality: Fighting/Intimidation

Personality: Tries his best to appear as a calm and stoic, but his little patience and hair trigger temper makes this quickly fall apart. Because of his upbringing he has a deep grudge for people that gamble their money, because of his upbringing too Cesar feels that he needs to repay every favor and debt in hopes to not become likes his parents.

History: Born in the slums Cesar had the misfortune of having parents that had a very big gambling addictions as such he was forced to get in a lot of odd jobs to help his parents pay their debt. As time went on they started relying him more and more of him to take care of their debt, beating him when he refused to give the money he gained from his jobs, but the debt keep growing and growing until he was sleep deprivation for the little hours he slept.

One day Cesar arrived home to find his house empty, looking as it was ransacked, this initially made him worry “Perhaps the mafia got tired of them not paying in time?” he thought as he searched the house in search for a clue about what happened. Cesar would find his answer on his room, that was mostly untouched. On his bed there was a letter that Cesar grabbed with his trembling hands, his head was swarmed with ideas about what did the card said. He cleared his head and opened the letter and started reading.

He had not finished the letter and the only emotion he had in his mind was rage, the card was written by his parents and detailed their reasons for leaving the city and freeing themselves of the debt. Something clicked that day, the anger he felt to his parents for making him work to death and then abandoning him made him awaken dead heat.

Since it was the first time he used dead heat he couldn't be in it for more than 2 minutes and left him some burns and bruises on his arms after that, but it was still enough time for him to vent his anger on the already trashed house destroying a few furnitures in the process. After that Cesar lay on the floor wondering what he would do next when the front door opened and a suited man entered the house. Apparently his parents hadn't been sneaky enough to leave town without the mafia noticing it. As the man asked Cesar questions about his parents last whereabouts before they dissapeared he noticed the destroyed furniture and the injuries in his Cesar's arms

When asked about it Cesar replied it was he had done it in a fit of rage explaining that he didnt know how he managed to break the furniture with just his hands. Interested in the strenght of the boy the man offered to give him a place to stay and a good pay in exchange of working with the mafia. With no other place to go Cesar accepted the offer and worked as the muscle of the mafia and to intimidate people thinking that they could just escape paying their debt, using his enchanced strenght and the beat of his heart to scare them.

Power:
Dead heat: by concentrating or being angry enough, Cesar can enter a state he calls dead heat were his skin turns reddish and the beats of his heart start to grow louder and louder, to the point it it's as noisy as a car engine. While in this state his speed, strength, reflexes, and body temperature increase the more time he is on it. The maximum he can last without doing damage to himself by overheating is 10 minutes, where at this point he can break concrete with little problem and deal small burns with the temperature of his body.

Its main weakness is that using dead heat increases his body temperature, to the point where it can cause burns on his body if he is in it long enough. Dead heat also increases his rage levels the more time he is in it, so he needs self control to avoid attacking recklessly.

Extra:
-Has a soft spot for dogs
-Can't stand any kind of spicy food

Name: Sera Angela Harrison

Alias: Siren (Outside the family), Songbird (Within the family)

Age: 24

Appearance:

She's a real looker, this gal, a choice bit of calico. With the kind of face you want to fall in love with twice over, she can catch an entire room of eyes and own them for the whole night. Though her vibrant blue eyes can show you the gates of heaven themselves, this doll's lips promise nothing but sin. A galaxy of freckles orbit her face and various other areas on her body. She sports long jet black hair that is always styled to complete perfection, whether in an updo or not. Her body could bring men to their knees, thick and curvy in just the right places, reaching 5'6 or higher in heels, often accentuated with the richest sort of get-up. Her appearance is the flashy lure, waiting for a guppy to try and take a nibble...

Position: Soldier

Specialty: Hustling, damage control, distraction

Personality: In most interactions with Sera where she does not find any gain, one will come out from speaking with her with a poor impression of the lady. She can come off as haughty, disinterested and monotonous. Many have left her feeling duped, as if her appearance had promised them gold and she had delivered rust. She has a tendency to disappoint in terms of her demeanor. Upon further interaction with her, her aloof behavior begins to fade and she becomes a bit more open. She is not intentionally rude to others, she has simply become jaded towards conversations with strangers as people have had a habit of hunting her out because of her appearance alone, without a care off what she actually has to say.

She's a pessimist who finds pleasure in a limited number of things. She's stubborn and hard-headed, but clever and flexible in situations. She is well aware of how to behave like a proper, feminine woman and can work her way around a conversation exceptionally. She just never chooses to put that effort in unless it’s required.

History: Sera grew up in high society, with a family name that spelled out "rich and sophisticated". She was raised as a proper young lady and taught to ignore the rebellious actions of the modern women. She was a doll to her mother and an asset for the future to her father. Still, she wasn't unhappy in her life and attempted not to take the blessings of her birth for granted. There were small issues here and there of the pressure and loss of power in her life, but she really didn't expect anything else. She was bred to be a wife and was preparing herself for such a fate. In fact, she had even met a man under her parents suggestion that she was thinking she could probably tolerate for the rest of her life.

However, it was when she was around 17 that things started to get just a bit... complicated in her life. Men had always been interested in her from her young life and she had gotten quite a bit of attention. But it seemed to double in under a few months and she began to suffocate under the fellas that would hang off of her every word. She began to realize she could tell them to do things (generally "go chase yourself!" or "dry up!") and they would listen. It was easy to see that the people she spoke to were ready to follow her suggestions to varying degrees of enthusiasm. Well. It was rather strange, she thought, but she wasn't exactly against it. Made life a bit easier, even with all the attention.

She was popular, thriving. She made the papers on multiple occasions, just by doing things she enjoyed, or being escorted to an event with a possible suitor. Eventually, however, she began to realize she had attractions in ways that weren’t conventional or accepted. She liked people of the same gender and that was dangerous. She began to date a woman on the downlow, a girl named Rosemary the widow to a baker who at died in the war. They found bliss in each other’s company.

Then, one day Rosemary was assaulted while getting supplies for the bakery. Sera went into a blind rage, finding the man who did it. She very kindly and politely said five little words to him and he shot himself in the skull in broad daylight. Witnesses placed her there but no conviction could stick as she hadn’t touched the man once, but her relationship with Rosemary was revealed and her reputation was ruined. Her parents disowned her and all that precious money she had enjoyed was gone.

She moved in with Rosemary, but they didn’t have the money to keep the bakery going without the support of Sera’s wealth. She knew who had the money in the town and was willing to do anything to protect her and her family. So, through lots of talking, Sera got herself situated right in Michael Corvi’s office. She didn’t dare use her ability against him (not that she believed it would even work) and instead made a careful case about her abilities and her dedication, fully aware of the dangerous game she had played but desperate. She had lots to offer, could convince people to do things in a way intimidation couldn’t, a useful tool to supply the family.

Power: Sera has the power of suggestion. She can say things and weak minds will listen without a thought. Stronger minds can resist and even stronger can laugh in her face. Still, she can keep many a person enamored with herself and off the main target and can even change people’s perception, make them believe they’re seeing things that aren’t there depending on their ability to resist.

Extra:
-While her power comes from speaking, she is a singer and has a lovely voice. Singing appears to have no affect on others shy of the usual admiration she brings out from people.
-Supers seem to have a bit more resistance to her ability, but are not entirely immune.

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Name: Keeran Luciano

Alias: Executioner

Age: 27



Absentminded, pale blue eyes and thin, well defined features give him a distantly handsome appearance that matches his habit of dressing formally. He stands at a tall 6’4”; however, he fails to appear especially imposing due to his overall slender build that matches that of a runner’s constitution.

Position: Hit-man and Courier

Speciality: Procuration and assassination

Personality:
There are many aspects to Luciano that are reminiscent of winter. His listless blue eyes, emotionless features, pale complexion, and snow white hair all lead to a chilling countenance. However, his coldness is best exemplified in his personality. His interaction with his fellow gang members and acquaintances are curt and brusque to a near belligerent degree. Likewise, Luciano’s way of dealing with his enemies are equal parts merciless as they are vicious.

History:
Keeran hailed from a wealthy family, on of the few built on clean money in Otropolis. After a series of events following the clash of Keeran’s father with the Barones, Keeran was left with no family except for his paralyzed sister and a deep hatred for the mafia at the age of 17. As he honed in his search for revenge and began to hunt those responsible for taking away his life as he knew it, Keeran changed to something cold and desolate, a killing machine taking up his family name, Luciano, as his own. He quickly gained the ire of the Barones, leading to a number of skirmishes that climaxed with an ambush at the funeral of Luciano’s parents. Luciano survived by the skin of his teeth. With his body in shambles and his terrified sister beside him, Corvi provided him a way out: for his services, he would be given a home and family.

Luciano agreed if only for the sake of his sister and started his decade long allegiance to the Eastern Canaglia Mafia. He has further honed his abilities and skills while nursing sister under the wing of Corvi and feels deeply indebted to his benefactor. Although he offered the fortune of his inheritance to Michael, the offer was rejected and Luciano continues to sit upon an untouched pile of clean money. Over the years, Luciano has gained the name Executioner, and although he has kept to himself, he is respected by many but also kept at arm's length due to his cold personality.

Power: Object Conjuration and Storage-
Luciano is able to store non living objects into a pocket dimension to which he has yet to test the upper limit of its capacity. Likewise he can conjure the objects he stores with varying properties such as orientation, height, and velocity of exit. His area of influence with objects is limited to just over a 4 meter radius to which the object and himself must be able to fit inside. Likewise, the time it takes for storage and conjuration scale exponentially with size having a base delay of close to 1 second. He can conjure a firearm almost instantaneously, but a small table or piano could take up to an hour. In addition, it is unknown what happens to the objects stored within Luciano's ability if he were to die.

Extra:

Name: Michael Kennison

Alias: Shard

Age: 25

Appearance:

Position: Soldier

Specialty: Racketeering/Intimidation

Personality: While Michael does his best to seem like a nice guy, it is not too hard to tell that it hides the sort of sadistic ruthlessness that would have no qualms with beating someone up or torturing them if he was told to do so. Most of his reluctance to violence extends to personal cost, though he also has a disdain for involving civilians in gang business without good cause. He might be a criminal but he likes to think that even he has some standards.

Aside from the whole gang business he has a fondness for jazz music, and doesn't mind watching a movie or two even if it's a silent film. He just wants to enjoy his life, since not everything can be serious between jobs for the family. There's no slavish devotion from him, but he is firmly loyal to those whom he throws his cards in with,

History: Michael came from a reasonably middle class family, though he himself was one of several siblings, and a middle child at that. As a result he was always looking for a way to stand out, to distinguish himself from his brothers and sisters even if the method of doing so tended to be a bit more rabble rousing than what his parents might approve of.

That's really how he got involved in the mafia, to be honest. He fell in with the wrong sort of crowd, as his parents would put it, and he found that he enjoyed hanging out with them and doing stuff with them. Increasingly distanced from the rest of the family because of it, he found that the Mafia would become his new family, one that was a bit more appreciative of his particular talents. Considering that his efforts to hold a steady job didn't really work out, it seemed almost natural that he would commit to this sort of lifestyle, and all the benefits that come from it.

Power: Michael's power is Hyalokinesis, that is to say, he ability to manipulate glass. While he cannot make something from nothing, he is able to alter the shape or any glass that he touches, as well as alter its properties to variably make it tougher, weaker, more translucent, that sort of thing. He can even make weapons from them, though at the end of the day they're still made of glass.

Extra:

Name: Kieran Conrad Hishamie - Goes by Kyle

Alias:

Age: 22

Appearance:

Short but shaggy black hair, dark brown eyes, 6'2, 180 lbs

Position: Accountant

Speciality:
Personality: Kyle is calm and collected, not one who is prone to jumping at sudden noises or reacting violently at insults. He shows an indifferent attitude to most crimes and crime lords, he just simply wishes to do what he gets paid to do. Sometimes his curiosity does get the better of him. He prefers to say little and listen, having learned that most people prefer to talk than to listen. WHen they talk they give away important secrets and Kyle learned he could use those secrets to stay alive.

History: From the time he was born to where he was during present time, Kyle was always told he was going to be a failure. Someone who would never amount to anything. He did not know if it was just the air around him, if there was something that happened during his birth that made people not want to get to know him, or what but for as long as Kyle could remember he was always under estimated. That is why as he was growing up, Kyle tried to learn as much as he could. He never tried hard physically, knowing that a well trained mind was a better weapon than any fist. That being said he did eventually come to learn how to wield most semi and fully automatic weapons with fierce accuracy. He spent most of his time in the library, pouring his mind into every book he could read. He ended up graduating highschool when he was thirteen and graduating college when he was seventeen. He would have finished sooner but he chose to take his time and make use of college facilities as much as he could. The thing is, soon after he reached his eighteenth birthday his father and mother began spending their money on vices they could not afford, then started spending money they did not have. After his parents had done, and were soon going to be punished for their foolishness, Kyle felt like he had an obligation to help his good for nothing parents. He researched the Gang Lord of The East Canaglia, and put a plan together. When the Leaders lackeys came to exact payment he convinced the men who came to take him to their leader. He made a convincing argument about how he had something that could possibly make their gang ten times richer. When he was presented before the Leader, he showed his skills in action. He was to produce Mathmatical evidence that on certain products they could have been making so much more money and he showed them ways they could save their spending money. The leader was impressed but still it did not make up for the dishonor that his parents showed, As a last ditch effort Kyle was able to put together a case about even worse people who were cheating the gang out of a ton of money. This impressed the leader, and judgment was suspended until things were investigated and dealt with. A day later, everything was finishing being played out. Kyles parents were still executed, but for a different reason. The leader could see that Kyles brain worked in a different way, that he could think outside the box and see patterns where others didnt. So Kyle was officially brought into the fold as the Gangs personal accountant and investigator, finding new ways to save money, increase prices without losing customers, and occasionally when there was suspicion of dishonor he would investigate.

Power: Kyle's power is super speed, just not in the way you think. In most super hero comics or powers explained websites, super speed does not just mean being able to run fast. Kyle's reflexes are slightly enhanced so he is able to dodge incoming punches if he knows they are coming, but the real speed comes from his mind. Kyle focuses all his speed in his brain, so that he thinks faster and analyzes faster. If he did not do that he would still be smart, but he would not be as amazing as he is currently. Also if he stopped thinking so fast he could run fast, but it isnt a switch he can turn off and on. Focusing his speed on the part of the body he wnats, physically or mentally, is a huge decision that cannot be undone lightly. It takes incredible focus, and much training in whatever part he wants to go faster must take place. Meaning he spent years training his brian so his speed is in his mind, if he wanted to run fast he would need to train his body for a long amount of time.

Extra: (Not required.)

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Name: Sergio Valdez

Alias: Black Flag

Age: 38

Appearance:


Sergio is a refined gentleman, generally found wearing black slacks and a checkered vest over a white dress shirt. Every day he wears a differently patterned tie, and he hasn't been seen to wear the same one more than once in a month. A low quality watch sits on his left wrist. A bulge in his breast pocket indicates a hidden weapon of some sort -- likely a pocket pistol.

Position: New recruit -- Soldier.

Speciality: Propaganda development and distribution, trade agreements, force multiplier.

Personality: Sergio is a member of the Confederación Nacional del Trabajo. As such, he is an anarchist, and believes strongly in mutual respect amongst the members of the working class. He disapproves of the United States government and its police forces, and views them as oppressors fighting to keep the working man down.

Respect, honesty, honor, and fairness are his highest priorities. Those who do not show respect to the average worker are respectfully dealt with. Sergio is known to have a vicious streak when dealing with those who he feels do not uphold the values of respect, honesty, and honor -- and he is quite aware of this fact. He has some anger management problems as well, which oftentimes lead him to break his own code, much to his despair, and he deflects blame for his own violence onto his victims.

He is a romantic -- a lover of freedom, of experience, of escapism. To this end he writes poetry. Badly.

History: Sergio was a factory worker in Spain for fifteen years before he joined the CNT, and then he continued his work for five years further before his belief in the power of unions strengthened enough to try to spread the good message. One day he packed his bags and jumped on the first available boat to the United States in order to teach its citizens about syndicalism, and when the boat arrived at Ellis Island, he was amazed at the Statue of Liberty and at the efficiency of the immigration checkpoint. His English was rather spotty at the time, but over the past couple years he has become fluent in the language, and eventually found himself in Otropolis in search of other immigrants from his home country.

Seeing the working conditions in Otropolis hardened him and drove him to terrorism. The police harassed immigrants and the poor. Bankers put forth exploitative, high interest loans. Children of men and women working full time were begging on the streets. Over the course of a week, he managed to put together a gang of vigilantes to fight against the slavish conditions in the city, and for months, he and his allies rode around town at night, smashing windows and lighting police cars ablaze, until one day they were caught by the North Scharole High Rollers in the middle of an attempt at bombing a high profile lending business. The explosives were defused well before they went off, and Sergio and his allies were tortured, shot, and left for dead in a back alley. Anger at his failure and the love of his friends brought him back from the brink of death -- but only him. The others didn't make it, and alone once more, Sergio took to the streets to find allies.

Rumors of a mob family that treated its members well and fought to protect the people in its territory brought him to the East Canaglia Gang, where he offered his services. Though he was met with skepticism initially, the amount of enthusiasm he has put into his work is earning him trust and respect. The High Rollers do not yet know he is still alive, and he hopes to eventually give them the good news, preferably in the form of a petrol bomb through a window.

Power: Unity of the Proletariat

Sergio's power is directly proportional to the support he gains from his Comrades. While completely alone both in person and in spirit, he is no stronger than a single man. However, when working amongst his comrades, he feeds off of camaraderie to feed his abilities. Those around him, including himself, find themselves healing faster than normal and lighter on their feet, with increased stamina, and he radiates a feeling of strength to those he considers his allies. The effect feels similar to feeding the party an unhealthy dose of amphetamines.

He acts as a force multiplier, and through the strength channeled through his spirit, nearly impossible odds become more possible to overcome. Beware rash action, however. Despite the well of power present in Sergio, he cannot prevent anybody from dying if they do something stupid. It's merely a subtle manipulation of odds and emotion, and the sense of power may push him and others to try to do more than they're capable of.

Extra: He is the Gang's top contact to Spanish criminals and workers. If ever a product needs to be exported to Europe, he's your man. He enjoys smoking filterless Camel cigarettes and watching passersby on the streets.