[CHAR] Omertà - A Superpower Mafia roleplay

[Rune_Alchemist]

Kat

"Here's how this is gonna work. I'm gonna shove this gun where the sun don't shine, and fill ya full of holes. Then I'm gonna go over to the bar, get a drink, and use your body as a dart board. Capisce?"

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.

[blumenk]

Cesar

Character Sheet Template
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

[Sazama]

Bella Dona

Character Sheet Template
Name: Bella Dona

Alias: Night Shade

Age: 24

Appearance:

My Hider

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.
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:

My Hider

Extra: Has a pet inland taipan (one of the most deadliest snake in the world) that is often with her hanging around.

[Banzai Tracers]

Gennaro Cavalieri

Alias: (street name) The Capo, The Mastermind, The Dons man, The Interrogator.

Age:34

Appearance:
A bald man with tanned skin and green eyes. Wears only the best suits, but has a style and colour unique to his own. (will be expanded on later)

Position:
Before Gennaro was promoted to Capo he was known as a quite accomplished interrogator. Whenever an individual was brought before him it didnt take long for Gennaro to know everything about him he needed to know to break him down, it wasnt long before they were reduced to a nervous wreck begging to tell him what they'd done, and how it wasnt really so bad. During his experience he was party to allot of secrets that could have damaged of the family. Allot of near misses that each could have destroyed a good portion of the families power, each time he protected them, as such he was put in a position of trust and was kept close to the main branch of the family. In time he might be allowed to become their negotiator.

Speciality:
While the race may go to the quick, and the fight to the strong and the con to the devious; Gennaros power is his connections, he always knows a guy and he may even know a guy who knows a guy. This serves as an excellent cover for his real ability, that only those who are close to him can guess and why they call him "Mastermind". He has a strange ability to link minds. It is not under his control or rather it is passively active, its effect is that he can borrow a few IQ points from people around him to boost his own intelligence. The more people around him, the more intelligent he can become. He can gain impressions such as visions and snippets of information from those in his "network". He can turn it off so it doesnt effect people he likes but he cant control it, or rather it isnt about willpower, maybe a cup of camomile tea after reading an interesting article can improve his ability, but thats it. Its possible that some day he could focus his ability all onto one human causing a sort of brain drain, but he hasnt been able to do this yet.

Personality:
Gennaro is a man of great intelligence and equally of disciplined dedication. Indeed he often says "the mind starts out like coal, but if enough pressure is applied it can turn into a diamond." Thus he is constantly looking for ways to enhance himself and indeed sees working for the family as being an extension of that. His mood is often difficult to read, from one minute taciturn, the next he is jovial and friendly.

History:
Gennaro grew up with a fairly poor family living in an Italian ghetto, his father was well off but had taken a job overseas so he didnt see much of him. He was introduced to the mafia by his uncle who was a respected consigliere. He developed his own sense of morality that didnt come out of any official manual, he believed in being a man of your word, and never compromising someone's tust. He saw the mafia like many italians, as businessmen of a noble family and looked up to them as they were the only ones that would drop by with a steak or some ribs when there wasnt any food on the table. When the Great War came, Gennaro signed up to fight. Serving with the American army he saw enough blood and trenches to fill ten lifetimes. He seldom talks about any of it, even with his friends, even with his family. When Gennaro came back it was hard to find work, that was until his uncle introduced him to the don.

Power: Mind network.

Extra

Extra: Carries a custom 1911 pistol. Image to come soon.
Can use a veriety of ww1 weapons.

[OwO]

Harvey

"Respect is earned through blood, not titles."

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.

[GingerBoi123]

Michael Corvi

"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.

[KiwiBaer]

Songbird

Name: Sera Angela Harrison

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

Age: 24

Appearance:

Take the photograph already, Harvey

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, can 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.

[Bright_Ops]

Andrew Macdonald

Name: Andrew Macdonald

Alias: Librarian, House Keeping, Tax Man

Age: 25

Appearance:


A young man descended from a mixed United Kingdom heritage, Andrew is a tanned white male with light blue eyes and rich brown hair.

Position: Book Keeper/Accountant/Agent

His primary role in the The East Canaglia Gang is money laundry; What's the point of all the blood and sweat to earn such riches if the government would just throw you in jail for trying to spend it after all? He is also the primary accountant of the gang members, ensuring that they pay their taxes (or at least enough of them that the government doesn't have cause to look to closely at them for tax evasion). His gift also makes him highly suited for counter intelligence, rooting out where there are... irregularities in the organization and drawing attention them for people more suited in going in and asking why they are there; Through he isn't above going himself at times.

Speciality: Counter Intelligence, Laundry

Personality: Andrew owes Michael Corvi an undying debt of graduate and loyalty that will never be repaid and that sense of dedication to the man is clear to see in Andrew's eyes and actions. He isn't the sort who will get friendly with someone off the bat and sometimes he just doesn't like one for no real reason what so ever (at least none that he could properly describe to anyone else), but those few people who can earn his friendship will have a friend who will go to hell for them if it comes to it.

While not a solder, Andrew isn't above killing people and can be rather cold and sociopathic when the situation requires it... and sometimes when it doesn't. At times he seems to have trouble seeing where the line for 'To far' actually is.

History:
Once upon a time, Andrew was a young man with a grand future ahead of him as an accountant with a prestigious company thanks largely to the influence of his father on the board securing him the position. After the untimely death of his father in a car crash and the discovery of just how much money his old man had been stealing from the company to fund what appeared to be an insanely hedonistic lifestyle, Andrew quickly and quietly found himself out of a job.

Once on top of the world, apart of a wealthy family in a prestigious and well paying career... only to have it all taken away from him in a swift, brutal fashion. This loss of everything important to him and going from the top of society down into the dregs would have broken most people but thanks to Michael Corvi taking an interest in the skill set that Andrew could provide and giving him a chance to prove himself, he has largely managed to rebuild something from the wreckage of his old life.

Power: Andrew is gifted with Numerical Precision. He has the ability to solve, measure, and calculate problems through numbers without using mathematical operations, but through pure intuition. He can tell how many bullets there is inside a gun and how many have been shot, the measurements of areas or coordinates without having data of it or any information. He can use this to solve problems, puzzles or riddles and can enhance his own accuracy to be precise and always hit the target.

Despite this, he tends to keep the fact that he is a super on the down low, preferring to pass it off as just being that gifted an accountant.

Extra:
While he likes animals, he doesn't really care enough to look after them and thus tends not to keep pets himself.

[WindsOfFate]

Tyler

Name: Tyler DeGarrio

Alias: Magician

Age: 24

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.