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Giovanni Amatore

Giovanni Amatore

^{"Anybody can pilot a ship when the sea is calm."
Theme(s): Giuseppe Martucci}

_{B A S I C I N F O R M A T I O N}

Full Name: Giovanni Amatore.

Nickname: Gio.

Date of Birth: November 29th, 1886.

Place of Birth: Catania, Sicily.

Gender: Male.

Race, Ethnicity: Caucasian.

Eye Color: Blue.

Height: 5'11"

Weight: 176 lbs.

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Titles: Citizen.

Appearance: Giovanni is, by all standards, quite a handsome man. You can never catch him unpresentable; his brown hair is short, but well maintained, accompanied by a nicely trimmed moustache and beard. His clothes are always ironed and without the trace of a stain. He mostly dresses in dark colors, never straying far from black or dark blue. His white skin has a light tan from the sum of time he spends outside and travelling. A few scars run along his body, memories of the war or childhood accidents, but most are hidden under his clothes; you can find them on his back and chest, as well as a deep one on his shoulder. His blue eyes have charmed more than one lady, as has his thin, but well-defined body. His face can look hard, but it is mostly a facade he wears so that none can access his true thoughts and weaknesses.

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Past Occupation: Pilot in the military during the Great War and amateur cartograph.

Current Occupation: Pilot of the Strativella.

Equipment:

• Modell 1890: A knife crafted with a blade, reamer, can-opener, and a screwdriver: obtained illegally from a Swiss Army soldier.
• A collection of maps he never goes anywhere without: some he has bought from renowned cartographs, some he has drawn himself.
• A pair of binoculars: he always carries them with him wherever he travels and usually has them around his neck or near him when he works.
• A worn picture of his childhood love: the lower right corner is slightly burned from a drunken attempt at erasing his memory of Elena.
• A set of leather bound journals: he tries to carry as many as he can, especially blank ones, when he leaves on a new trip.

Notable Talents/Abilities:

• Skillfull cartograph: his maps are incredibly well detailed, they can lead you to anywhere you need to go.
• Strong melee fighter: The Amatore has spent a lot of time in his life, especially when he joined the army, practicing his fighting skills. He can definitely defend himself in hand-to-hand combat.
• Proved pilot: Giovanni is a decent pilot, able to react quickly in hazardous situations. He saved many lives during the Great War by getting them to safety through hell and high water.

Reasons why they are a crew member aboard this vessel: Do not write this part yet.

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Hobbies/Pastimes:

• Drawing maps: Gio has always had a strong passion for drawing maps.
• Reading: he is an intellectual at heart, as well as an asocial; he will always prefer the company of books than the company of people.
• Writing: he is by no means a talented writer, but he enjoys laying down his thoughts through stories or diary entries in his leather bound journals.

Talents/Skills:

• Excellent chess player: he has never been defeated at chess except by his father.
• Reading people's emotions: as a quiet, observing man, he developed the skills of reading people's faces and their emotions.
• Drawing: he can not only draw maps, but he can also draw portraits and landscapes.

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Strange would be an understatement to describe Giovanni. He is not your average adult white male. He lives a solitary life, but one of many travels. His passion of drawing maps pushes him in different corners of the country, or even the continent. The Amatore is an incredibly hard-working man, but he is not by any means… a nice person. You would rarely find him cooperating with anyone toward a team-oriented goal. He prefers to work alone, or just to be alone in general. The only time he has derogated from that rule is when he joined the army. His sole purpose to do such a thing was to seek new challenges. But even after the war, after how much he was changed by it, he is still far from being comfortable with others. He never knows the right word to say, he is not very talented at being courteous. Let’s just say that his social skills are sorely lacking. He has never charmed a lady, although his looks are rather seducing. But instead of relying on his handsome face alone, the young man chose the sinful way of meeting with women: by paying them for their services. It is definitely not something he shares openly, keeping it a guilty pleasure behind his appearances to be a gentleman. But again, the Amatore doesn’t share anything with anyone. He prefers keeping his thoughts well hidden in leather bound journals he carries with him. He has written in them his whole life. Giovanni probably has already dozens of them full of scribbles and stories and random thoughts, but he doesn’t count them. He keeps them preciously in a chest that you can find either at home, or with him on this travels. He is also an avid reader, always curious to discover new writing, new novels. His father made sure he was literate, but also appreciative of the art that is writing. The young man also has other intellectual hobbies, such as playing the game of chess, or reading maps made by others and analyzing them.

Giovanni might not desire talking to anyone, preferring to stay away from people and social events, but that does not mean he always has a choice in the matter. When he does have to discuss with others, he is often described as being either arrogant or incredibly shy. It is, usually, one or the other, no in-between. You will find him being calm and quiet most of the time, but he also cannot restrain himself on reprimanding people about their stupidity. Which leads to interesting conversations and him growing a rather bad reputation wherever he goes. That is why the Amatore would rather be alone, far from people criticizing him or rejecting him for his lack of social skills. He’s not a angry man per say, but you won’t find him laughing or smiling often. One could say he’s a rather mysterious man, but the truth is simply that he hides his true self under a hard and cold facade. Hidden underneath is a kind and caring man, a passionate one. You could even discover how impatient he can be, since he mostly hides his natural anxiety under his calm exterior. But anything rather eventful, even just flying his own plane, can bother his nerves. He also becomes easily restless when he finds a new idea for his next map or his next story. Another thing people rarely get to see is how meticulous he is, especially when drawing his maps. Always taking care of the smallest details, not leaving one mistake on his final work. But something about his beliefs or experiences leads him to hide this part of him from the eyes of the world, preferring to appear as a destatable or strange man.

_{B I O G R A P H Y}

Giovanni was born and raised in Catania, Sicily. He lived in the south of the city, near several factories. His father was working with the government, in a role his son never really understood. But one thing was sure, it made his father have rather high expectations for him. His mother was loving, always caring for him and for the house, trying her best to make everyone happy. His father was often absent, far away from the house for work, but when he was home, he would make sure to have a lesson for his young son. He sent him to school, but for the patriarch of the Amatore, it wasn’t enough. His father made him read every night. Other nights would sometimes be for drawing, or playing chess. The goal was to make Giovanni an intellectual and a skillful man. But the only real talent the young Gio had was for drawing. He particularly loved drawing maps. But since he would never leave Catania, after drawing just about a hundred different maps of the city, the young Amatore started drawing imaginary maps, places that did not exist. One can imagine how furious his father was when he discovered the drawings. There was no time to be spent on such foolishness, in his opinion. He made sure to hit Giovanni’s hands until the boy couldn’t draw anymore.

The years went by as such. Giovanni grew to hate his father, and he developed a strange type of anger. Not the outburst type of anger, a much more quiet type. A scary one. There was nothing that would scare his mother more than seeing her son quietly sitting at the kitchen table, his hands curled into trembling fists. One day, without anything more than a note left on the kitchen, the Amatore left the house, never to return. His father had taught him everything he needed to know. He could read, write and draw. He also had basic survival skills, as well as some money. But more importantly, he had the most precious thing of all: his father’s plane. His father had always been a passionate man about flying, about the feeling you had when you were up in the air, looking at the world below. As soon as he had had enough money from his job with the Italian government, he had bought this plane. The protests from his wife about how they should save their money didn’t matter to him. The only thing that mattered was his ultimate goal in life: to have his own little plane. It wasn’t big and it wasn’t equipped with advanced technology, but it was enough to get around places. And without a single regret, Giovanni stole it while both his parents were away from their house.

He spent the next few years travelling, away from prying eyes. He kept a low profile, exploring different corners of Italy. He practiced his drawing skills, even sold a few maps to interested parties such as merchants. They were incredibly detailed and well drawn, it didn’t come as a surprise that a few merchants accepted to buy them out from him, even with his inexperience. He continued on this merry life, if he could call it that, until he grew bored of it and seeked a new challenge. That is when he joined the army. And that is how he ended up fighting for Italy in the Great War.

War changed him, as anyone would expect for any man who participated in the war. Seeing people die, participating in the death of others, hearing about the tragedies around the world… it was unnerving, to say the least. It changed your view of the world, your opinions. But one thing was sure, he was excellent at working through the nerves. He became an excellent pilot, able to fly through almost anything. He flew dozens of people while under fire, trying to get them to safety. He didn’t get any medals or any glory from his services to the army, but he did get a good set of skills. It taught him to fly better, to react to dangerous situations with improved reflexes. He still had his moments where his natural anxiety would take over, making him overthink everything, risking his own life with self doubt. But there was no denying that he could handle himself well while high in the air.

Now, the Great War was over, and the Amatore had to find a new purpose. For now, his only plan was to keep on the kind of lifestyle he had been living. It wasn’t the responsible thing, or what his father would have wanted for him. It was even a dangerous life. But it was what he wanted and if there was one thing he had promised himself, it was to always follow his own desires, to always do what he wanted to do, not what was expected of him.

Elkhar's writing file

Adrian Crawford

"If you're going through hell, keep going."
Fourteen + Male + Bisexual

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Full Name
Adrian Zaran Crawford.

Age
Fourteen years old.

Birthday
November 29th, 1943.

Sex
Male.

Ethnicity
Caucasian.

Nationality
English.

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School Year
Fourth Year.

Blood Status
Pure-blood.

Hogwarts House
Ravenclaw.

Pet
Screech Owl.

Boggart
An enormous swarm of insects surrounding him. They all turn into confettis.

Wand
Ten inches, Pine wood, Unicorn hair. Unyielding.

Favourite lesson
Potions: The complex art of potions suits his intellectual needs. He enjoys how precise the concoction of a potion is. He is always fascinated by studying the different ingredients and how large is the range of power between different ingredients. He cannot deny that Professor Slughorn is one of his favourite professors; a fascinating man who always has an interesting comment or story to add to his lessons. He admires him and hopes to become just as talented as him in the art of potions.

Least Favourite Lesson
Flying: Adrian could not find a lesson more boring than the flying one. As nice and intelligent the professor is, flying around on a broom and learning the basics of directing your broom feels like a waste of the young man's time. He has always been an intellectual, the kind of guy you find reading a book everywhere. Knowledge is power, he knows it all too well. As of the flying class at Hogwarts, he is not learning anything that his father didn't make sure he knew about flying a broom.

Extracurricular Activities
None, at the moment. The young Crawford is an introvert at heart, a loner. He prefers to wander the hallways alone, visit the library and borrow a few new books or even walk in the gorgeous parc behind Hogwarts.

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Appearance
As cliché as it may sound, he has the face of an angel. Very soft traits, a rather pale skin from all the time he spends inside or hiding in the shadows where no one can see him, piercing ocean blue eyes and rather light brown hair that could almost look blond in the right angle, under the sun. His only facial imperfection is a small scar cutting across his left brow. Adrian is rather thin, but he is not skinny. He has thin and well-defined muscles from a lot of training he pushes himself through. He hides well maintained pectoral and abdominal muscles under his shirt. But you can never see him show off his body, you’ll never catch him wearing tight-fitting clothes. Without being complexed by his own body, he’s simply not comfortable with the idea of people looking at him.

Personality
The Crawford is a loner and has always been one. He doesn’t like the company of people and he doesn’t hesitate to let people who come too close know. He feels awkward in their presence and he never knows what to say, which frustrates him. When he does communicate, he often comes across as either incredibly shy or arrogant. He knows his skills and by being a very good observer, he can often tell people’s weaknesses and he will often call people on them, not realizing how much hatred that can bring him. He’s quiet and calm, you’ll find often find him in the corner of a room or slightly distanced from the crowd. But as any normal being, he has his own type of anger. It doesn’t come out often, he doesn’t let it, but when it does, it’s violent and it is cruel. It brought him a lot of trouble as a child. Adrian is also a very intelligent young man, a good strategist, even if he doesn’t share his strategies easily. You have to push through a lot of barriers to get to the real Adrian, but when you do, you can find a kind, nice and quiet kid behind all the silences and apparent hatred of others.

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Backstory
Not all Pure-blood families revel is the birth of their own child. Some families, or parents, see it more as a responsability than a gift. And they will treat their child as such; a responsability. That is how Adrian grew up, in a little town near London: under the scrutinity of his father's eyes. Always getting criticized for not developing his magic fast enough, for not showing prowesses out of the ordinary. As ordinary as a young wizard could be. No matter how loving his mother was and how much she tried to calm down her husband and his far too ambitious goals for his son, Adrian slowly turned into a troubled child. He would climb on trees and roofs of the neighbourhood to avoid his father, to avoid the imaginary homework he made up for him every single day. It was all innocent, at first, and mostly resulted in him building a shell around himself. He seemed mostly quiet, you could barely get a word out of him. Rebel sometimes, obedient other times. Definitely not what his father was expecting of him, but nothing worthy of a lot of worry. That is until they found him hitting the young boy living next door so violently that his teeth were popping out of his small mouth. It had came out of nowhere. A simple, silly story about who got to play with the magic broom this time. His parents had never seen the young Crawford so angry, especially for such a small thing.

In the years that followed the event, the young boy just kept hiding himself in hiw own mind, distancing himself more and more from his parents, never sharing his feelings with them. He learned to let his anger eat him inside, instead of pouring it unto innocent people, especially that such action would usually bring him unwanted attention. Nowadays, it is rather hard to make Adrian show you his anger, but if it does happen, there is a high chance that something as savage as the fight he had with that young boy could happen. He simply cannot control his outbursts once they're out of his system. That is why he mostly prefers the company of books than the company of people. Not only can he not communicate well with them, but he also doesn't understand most people, making him feel frustrated for being such a freak. But the young wizard also became more obedient, with the sole purpose of making his time with his father less painful, shorter. So he would accompany his father to his office or to wherever he wanted to have the lesson of the day, he would listen to him, practice what was asked of him and then he would go back to his room and spend the rest of the day reading books and hiding what he couldn't say out loud in journals he kept under his bed. He knew his father couldn't complain about him spending most of his time reading books quietly in his room; he was learning, and he was passionate about it, teaching himself about the magic world, and the history of his people. He was getting ready to head to Hogwarts.

And the day came where his letter was delivered by a gorgeous owl on windowsill of the kitchen. A moment of great happiness and pride for his parents, and a relief for himself. They spent hours planning and shopping for what he needed, preparing the young boy for his first entrance at one of the most respected magical institutions. Without a look behind, he left his parents near the King's Cross Station. He was more than ready for a new life, for something different. He was ready for a place that could finally let him develop his natural skills and intelligence. He could prove himself to be better than his father even thought he was. Yes, he was ready.

The strength of hunger

One of his first nights at Hogwarts. First year students were no longer guided by Prefects to head to the Great Hall; they were expected to remember the way by now. The few times Adrian had been guided, or forced, to head to the Great Hall in company of his fellow Ravenclaw comrades, had been excruciating. The feeling of hundreds of pairs of eyes staring at him, snickers exchanged between kids that must have been directed at him, and the overwhelming sensation caused by hundreds of different conversatons and ambient noises had been enough to make him feel sick. An introvert at heart, the Crawford had barely been able to eat and had only done so to avoid unwanted attention on his person.

Tonight was different. He was free to make his own way from the Ravenclaw Tower to the Great Hall. By the time he took to convince himself the place wasn't so close to his personal Hell as he was making it to be, dinner time was long gone. But being the quiet type came with its perks; he would often end up listening on conversations around him and no one paid much attention to him. He had heard students discussing expeditions to the kitchens and how the house-elves had been either generous or inattentive. In either case, Adrian could easily obtain food without having to mingle in the chaos of the Great Hall. Only one problem had occur in his plan: the young wizard did not have the trace of a clue as to where the kitchens where situated in the castle. Technically, they could have been anywhere. After all, it was with magic that food came from the kitchen directly to the long tables of each House in the Hall. Adrian had found himself with no other choice than to wander on different hallways of the school in hope to stumble upon his destination by pure luck.

That is until he caught conspicuous movement from the corner of his eye. He had been in a relatively empty hallway, barely decorated with any paintings and the onlt door he had found had been a closet. But out of nowhere, this incredibly grand and detailed double door was standing in front of him, asking to be opened. For a second, the Ravenclaw had been more scared than eager to open the doors, until he remembered bedtime stories from his father about certain room that would open to the desperate seekers. Could this be the Room of Requirement? Adrian had always thought it was a legend made-up by his father, a fairy tale to excite his curiostiy about Hogwarts. Said curiosity pushing him, the young boy turned the handle of the left door and peeked his head inside of what stood behind. His breath caught in his throat and a choked sound escaped his lips. "No way..." was the only thing he could think of while admiring the long table filled with various meals from one side to another. Maybe he didn't have to find the kitchens after all.

Elkhar's writing file

Giovanni Amatore

^{"Anybody can pilot a ship when the sea is calm."
Theme(s): Giuseppe Martucci}

_{B A S I C I N F O R M A T I O N}

Full Name: Giovanni Amatore.

Nickname: Gio.

Date of Birth: November 29th, 1886.

Place of Birth: Catania, Sicily.

Gender: Male.

Race, Ethnicity: Caucasian.

Eye Color: Blue.

Height: 5'11"

Weight: 176 lbs.

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Titles: Citizen.

Appearance: Giovanni is, by all standards, quite a handsome man. You can never catch him unpresentable; his brown hair is short, but well maintained, accompanied by a nicely trimmed moustache and beard. His clothes are always ironed and without the trace of a stain. He mostly dresses in dark colors, never straying far from black or dark blue. His white skin has a light tan from the sum of time he spends outside and travelling. A few scars run along his body, memories of the war or childhood accidents, but most are hidden under his clothes; you can find them on his back and chest, as well as a deep one on his shoulder. His blue eyes have charmed more than one lady, as has his thin, but well-defined body. His face can look hard, but it is mostly a facade he wears so that none can access his true thoughts and weaknesses.

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Past Occupation: Pilot in the military during the Great War and amateur cartograph.

Current Occupation: Pilot of the Strativella.

Equipment:

• Modell 1890: A knife crafted with a blade, reamer, can-opener, and a screwdriver: obtained illegally from a Swiss Army soldier.
• A collection of maps he never goes anywhere without: some he has bought from renowned cartographs, some he has drawn himself.
• A pair of binoculars: he always carries them with him wherever he travels and usually has them around his neck or near him when he works.
• A worn picture of his childhood love: the lower right corner is slightly burned from a drunken attempt at erasing his memory of Elena.
• A set of leather bound journals: he tries to carry as many as he can, especially blank ones, when he leaves on a new trip.

Notable Talents/Abilities:

• Skillfull cartograph: his maps are incredibly well detailed, they can lead you to anywhere you need to go.
• Strong melee fighter: The Amatore has spent a lot of time in his life, especially when he joined the army, practicing his fighting skills. He can definitely defend himself in hand-to-hand combat.
• Proved pilot: Giovanni is a decent pilot, able to react quickly in hazardous situations. He saved many lives during the Great War by getting them to safety through hell and high water.

Reasons why they are a crew member aboard this vessel: Do not write this part yet.

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Hobbies/Pastimes:

• Drawing maps: Gio has always had a strong passion for drawing maps.
• Reading: he is an intellectual at heart, as well as an asocial; he will always prefer the company of books than the company of people.
• Writing: he is by no means a talented writer, but he enjoys laying down his thoughts through stories or diary entries in his leather bound journals.

Talents/Skills:

• Excellent chess player: he has never been defeated at chess except by his father.
• Reading people's emotions: as a quiet, observing man, he developed the skills of reading people's faces and their emotions.
• Drawing: he can not only draw maps, but he can also draw portraits and landscapes.

_{P E R S O N A L I T Y}

Strange would be an understatement to describe Giovanni. He is not your average adult white male. He lives a solitary life, but one of many travels. His passion of drawing maps pushes him in different corners of the country, or even the continent. The Amatore is an incredibly hard-working man, but he is not by any means… a nice person. You would rarely find him cooperating with anyone toward a team-oriented goal. He prefers to work alone, or just to be alone in general. He is far from being comfortable with others. He never knows the right word to say, he is not very talented at being courteous. Let’s just say that his social skills are sorely lacking. He has never charmed a lady, although his looks are rather seducing. But instead of relying on his handsome face alone, the young man chose the sinful way of meeting with women: by paying them for their services. It is definitely not something he shares openly, keeping it a guilty pleasure behind his appearances to be a gentleman. But again, the Amatore doesn’t share anything with anyone. He prefers keeping his thoughts well hidden in leather bound journals he carries with him. He has written in them his whole life. Giovanni probably has already dozens of them full of scribbles and stories and random thoughts, but he doesn’t count them. He keeps them preciously in a chest that you can find either at home, or with him on this travels. He is also an avid reader, always curious to discover new writing, new novels. His father made sure he was literate, but also appreciative of the art that is writing. The young man also has other intellectual hobbies, such as playing the game of chess, or reading maps made by others and analyzing them.

Giovanni might not desire talking to anyone, staying away from people and social events, but that does not mean he always has a choice in the matter. When he does have to discuss with others, he is often described as being either arrogant or incredibly shy. It is, usually, one or the other, no in-between. You will find him being calm and quiet most of the time, but he also cannot restrain himself on reprimanding people about their stupidity. Which leads to interesting conversations and his growing a rather bad reputation wherever he goes. That is why the Amatore would rather be alone, far from people criticizing him or rejecting him for his lack of social skills. He’s not angry man per say, but also won’t find him laughing or smiling often. One could say he’s a rather mysterious man, but the truth is simply that he hides his true self under a hard and cold facade. Hidden underneath is a kind and caring man, a passionate one. You could even discover how impatient he can be, since he mostly hides his natural anxiety under his calm exterior. But anything rather eventful, even just flying his own plane, can bother his nerves. He also becomes easily restless when he finds a new idea for his next map or his next story. Another thing people rarely gets to see is how meticulous he is, especially when drawing his maps. Always taking care of the smallest details, not leaving one mistake on his final work. But something about his beliefs or experiences leads him to hide this part of him from the eyes of the world, preferring to appear as a destatable or strange man.

_{B I O G R A P H Y}

Giovanni was born and raised in Catania, Sicily. He lived in the south of the city, near several factories. His father was working with the government, in a role his son never really understood. But one thing was sure, it made his father have rather high expectations for him. His mother was loving, always caring for him and for the house, trying her best to make everyone happy. His father was often absent, far away from the house for work, but when he was home, he would make sure to have a lesson for his young son. He sent him to school, but for the patriarch of the Amatore, it wasn’t enough. His father made him read every night. Other nights would sometimes be for drawing, or playing chess. The goal was to make Giovanni an intellectual and a skillful man. But the only real talent the young Gio had was for drawing. He particularly loved drawing maps. But since he would never leave Catania, after drawing just about a hundred different maps of the city, the young Amatore started drawing imaginary maps, places that did not exist. One can imagine how furious his father was when he discovered the drawings. There was no time to be spent on such foolishness, in his opinion. He made sure to hit Giovanni’s hands until the boy couldn’t draw anymore.

The years went by as such. Giovanni grew to hate his father, and he developed a strange type of anger. Not the outburst type of anger, a much more quiet type. A scary one. There was nothing that would scare his mother more than seeing her son quietly sitting at the kitchen table, his hands curled into trembling fists. One day, without anything more than a note left on the kitchen, the Amatore left the house, never to return. His father had taught him everything he needed to know. He could read, write and draw. He also had basic survival skills, as well as some money. But more importantly, he had the most precious thing of all: his father’s plane. His father had always been a passionate man about flying, about the feeling you had when you were up in the air, looking at the world below. As soon as he had had enough money from his job with the Italian government, he had bought this plane. The protests from his wife about how they should save their money didn’t matter to him. The only thing that matter was his ultimate goal in life, have his own little plane. It wasn’t big and it wasn’t equipped with advanced technology, but it was enough to get around places. And without a single regret, Giovanni stole it while both his parents were away from the familial house.

He spent the next few years travelling, away from prying eyes. He kept a low profile, exploring different corners of Italy. He practiced his drawing skills, even sold a few maps to interested parties such as merchants. They were incredibly detailed and well drawn, it didn’t come as a surprise that a few merchants accepted to buy them out from him, even with his inexperience. He continued on this merry life, if he could call it that, until he grew bored of it and seeked a new challenge. That is when he joined the army. And that is how he ended up fighting for Italy in the Great War.

War changed him, as anyone would expect for any man who participated in the war. Seeing people die, participating in the death of others, hearing about the tragedies around the world… it was unnerving, to say the least. It changed your view of the world, your opinions. But one thing was sure, he was excellent at working through the nerves. He became an excellent pilot, able to fly through almost anything. He flew dozens of people while under fire, trying to get them to safety. He didn’t get any medals or any glory from his services to the army, but he did get a good set of skills. It taught him to fly better, to react to dangerous situations with improved reflexes. He still had his moments where his natural anxiety would take over, making him overthink everything, risking his own life with self doubt. But there was no denying that he could handle himself well high in the air with a plane.

Now, the Great War was over, and the Amatore had to find a new purpose. For now, his only plan was to keep on the kind of lifestyle he had been living. It wasn’t the responsible thing, or what his father would have wanted for him. It was even a dangerous life. But it was what he wanted and if there was one thing he had promised himself, it was to always follow his own desires, to always do what he wanted to do, not what was expected of him.

Elkhar's writing file

Gabriel Umbra

"Hunting is not a sport. In a sport, both sides should know they're in the game"
Twenty-eight + Male + Bisexual

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See me when you look at me

F U L L N A M E
Gabriel Alexander Umbra

A G E
Twenty-eight years old

G E N D E R
Male

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Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.

A P P E A R A N C E
Gabriel is quite the handsome young man. Taller than average, his messy brown hair and his two-days old beard gives him a lot of charm. His eyes are ocean blue and while he might not smile that often, when he does, it's definitely contagious. He has a few scars running along his body, memories from childhood accidents and hunts, but they're mostly hidden under his clothes. His skin has a light tan, from all the time he spends outside hunting Shifters and making sure the city is safe. His duty brings in a lot of anxiety and hard times, which hardened his face, with time. He probably looks slightly older than he truly is.

D I S T I N G U I S H I N G T R A I T
He has few tattoos on his body. They're mysterious symbols that no one can ready except him. You would have to be rather close to Gabriel for him to tell you their significance.

C L O T H I N G S T Y L E
He mostly wears dark clothes. Since he hunts mostly at night, it keeps him hidden in the shadows. Darker colors are what he usually prefers anyway, even when he tries to lead a normal day-to-day life.

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Dirty little secrets

S E X U A L I T Y
Bisexual.

R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S
Single. Mostly married to his work.

P E R S O N A L I T Y

L I K E S
Reading
Walking at night
Food
Alcohol
Writing
Drawing

D I S L I K E S
Liars
Dangerous Shifters
Waking up early
The sound of traffic
Crowds

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H I S T O R Y
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Aaron Garcia

"You don't stay undefeated without being a little stubborn"
Seventeen + Male + Bisexual

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See me when you look at me

F U L L N A M E
Aaron Emiliano Garcia

A G E
Seventeen years old

G E N D E R
Male

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Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.

A P P E A R A N C E
Aaron is a very handsome young man, and he knows it all too well. Half-brazilian, the boy only shows it through his name; he looks as any young american boy his age could look. He his of medium height for his age range, while his body is more well developped than most kids at his school. A considerable part of his free time is spent at the gym and the results show on his thin body. He might not be described as incredibly muscular or broad, but anyone can see that well defined muscles hide under his clothes. He keeps his brown hair relatively short and always takes care of maintaining a fashionable haircut with the help of some hair spray. He usually shaves, but will sometimes let a beard of a few days old grow.

D I S T I N G U I S H I N G T R A I T
The young man has one scar crossing accross his left eyebrow, remant memory of a troubled childhood.

C L O T H I N G S T Y L E
Coming from a wealthy family, the Garcia has access to quite the wardrobe for a seventeen-years-old. You can always see him wearing expensive brands of clothing and it isn't hard to notice that the young man tries to follow fashion. On the first week of the school year, you might catch a glimpse of colorful clothes filled with small and original designs, while a few weeks later you'll only see him wear black and white. He's always at the top of his game and he aims to attract all eyes on him.

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Dirty little secrets

S E X U A L I T Y
Something that might surprise you about Aaron is not only his sexuality, but how open he is about it. He believes that no doors should be closed and that if God or someone else put him on an Earth filled with male and female bodies; he can only appreciate the gift and enjoy it. He has slept with both girls and boys and manipulated more than one naive person into embracing their sexuality. He is incredibly comfortable with his body, but he is also impossibly vain and will assume that anyone should be attracted to his natural charms. You'll often find him flirting with just about anyone.

R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S
He is officially single, but far from being alone. Always flirting and charming a new prey, he enjoys having temporary girlfriends or even boyfriends on his arm. His relationships become public fairly quickly and anyone involved with him can expect their privacy to go out the window. He will even go as far as leaking himself the names and details of his 'conquests'. One could say he is pretty gross when it comes to respecting his partners, while most admire him for his prowess.

P E R S O N A L I T Y
What most people are aware of about Aaron only scratches the surface of his personality. You can often see him as being flirtatious, having an incredibly rude attitude toward teachers, as well as pretty much anyone. He is described as being disrespectful, vain and arrogant. Pretty cold toward anyone he doesn't have an interest in, he appears to get bored rather quickly of people. But what most people don't know about the guy, is his love for books, movies and documentaries; his desire to always learn more. He his, at heart, an intellectual, even if he never shows it. The only people that might suspect it are his teachers; always impressed by his homework and essays. But his stubborn nature and his deep belief that this part of his is embarrassing, he will sometimes skip classes or even get a lower mark than he could have had on purpose, as to not reveal to the other students just how smart he is. A shame, really, because the young man as an incredibly potential. He also enjoys going to a lot of parties. He loves dancing, having fun, even the occasional drug. He surprisingly doesn't drink, or almost never.

L I K E S
Books
Movies
Documentaries
Attention
Sex
Fashion
Parties
Smoking

D I S L I K E S
People knowing the truth about him
Boring personalities
School
Rules
Limits
Curfew
Alcohol

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H I S T O R Y
Aaron grew up in New-York city with an American mother and a Brazilian father. The mix of cultures in his home gave him the opportunity to become bilingual at a very young age. Fluent in both English and Portuguese, he doesn't show it much and no one at the school knows he can speak anything else than English. His parents are incredibly wealthy; his mother is a highly reputed lawyer, while his father is a successful business man. This led the young Garcia to be raised more by nannies than his own parents. For most of his childhood and the beginning of his teens, he lived quite the trouble-making life. Even as a young kid, he would climb into trees and then onto people's roofs just for fun, making his nannies run after him or have them call the police... or worst: his own father. He would have done anything to get the attention of his father, even if it meant getting yelled at and sent to his room. So he would make trouble, as much trouble as he could. But as he grew up, Aaron realized that nothing could make his father look away from his business; it was the only thing that mattered to him.

High school changed everything for him. At home, he was more calm then ever, always hiding in his room. Most of the time he would watch movies, read books; things you couldn ever imagine Aaron Garcia to be doing. He also developed an interest for fashion and committed to it, knowing that his father would do anything to keep his son busy. meaning that he could get all the clothes he wanted and any car he wanted once he had his driving license. At school, he built a persona that, initially, was the opposite from him, but he eventually grew into it and today, the young man could probably not separate his made-up personality from his real one. It also did not take him long before realizing he was as attracted to girls as he was to boys. He used it to his advantage, flirting and charming as many people as he could into sleeping with him, propulsing him at the top of 'cool crowd'. His intelligence and knowledge doesn't go unnoticed by his teachers, but he hides it well from his fellow students. He went through most of high-school with some of the best grades, but always avoiding being the first of his class, as to know draw attention to his aptitudes too much. He could apply to any college of his choice, especially if he stopped purposefully getting lower grades than he can to maintain appearances.

R E A S O N F O R N E E D I N G T H I S A S S I G N M E N T
His father went on a business trip with his wife and Aaron begged them to take him along. He promised to catch up on his school work later and his father accepted his request. So the young Garcia spent a month away from school and now has to live up to his promise to catch up on what he missed.

Hogwarts: Before the War

Adrian Crawford

Adrian Crawford

"If you're going through hell, keep going."
Fourteen + Male + Bisexual

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Full Name
Adrian Zaran Crawford.

Age
Fourteen years old.

Birthday
November 29th, 1943.

Sex
Male.

Ethnicity
Caucasian.

Nationality
English.

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School Year
Fourth Year.

Blood Status
Pure-blood.

Hogwarts House
Ravenclaw.

Pet
Screech Owl.

Boggart
An enormous swarm of insects surrounding him. They all turn into confettis.

Wand
Ten inches, Pine wood, Unicorn hair. Unyielding.

Favourite lesson
Potions: The complex art of potions suits his intellectual needs. He enjoys how precise the concoction of a potion is. He is always fascinated by studying the different ingredients and how large is the range of power between different ingredients. He cannot deny that Professor Slughorn is one of his favourite professors; a fascinating man who always has an interesting comment or story to add to his lessons. He admires him and hopes to become just as talented as him in the art of potions.

Least Favourite Lesson
Flying: Adrian could not find a lesson more boring than the flying one. As nice and intelligent the professor is, flying around on a broom and learning the basics of directing your broom feels like a waste of the young man's time. He has always been an intellectual, the kind of guy you find reading a book everywhere. Knowledge is power, he knows it all too well. As of the flying class at Hogwarts, he is not learning anything that his father didn't make sure he knew about flying a broom.

Extracurricular Activities
None, at the moment. The young Crawford is an introvert at heart, a loner. He prefers to wander the hallways alone, visit the library and borrow a few new books or even walk in the gorgeous parc behind Hogwarts.

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Appearance
As cliché as it may sound, he has the face of an angel. Very soft traits, a rather pale skin from all the time he spends inside or hiding in the shadows where no one can see him, piercing ocean blue eyes and rather light brown hair that could almost look blond in the right angle, under the sun. His only facial imperfection is a small scar cutting across his left brow and a few freckles. Although, one could argue that it adds to his charms.

Adrian is rather thin, but he is not skinny. He has thin and well-defined muscles from a lot of training he pushes himself through. He hides well maintained pectoral and abdominal muscles under his shirt. But you can never see him show off his body, you’ll never catch him wearing tight-fitting clothes. Without being complexed by his own body, he’s simply not comfortable with the idea of people looking at him.

Personality
The Crawford is a loner and has always been one. He doesn’t like the company of people and he doesn’t hesitate to let people who come too close know. He feels awkward in their presence and he never knows what to say, which frustrates him. When he does communicate, he often comes across as either incredibly shy or arrogant. He knows his skills and by being a very good observer, he can often tell people’s weaknesses and he will often call people on them, not realizing how much hatred that can bring him. He’s quiet and calm, you’ll find often find him in the corner of a room or slightly distanced from the crowd. But as any normal being, he has his own type of anger. It doesn’t come out often, he doesn’t let it, but when it does, it’s violent and it is cruel. It brought him a lot of trouble as a child.

Adrian is also a very intelligent young man, a good strategist, even if he doesn’t share his strategies easily. He is always observing others, how they act, what they seem to feel. He enjoys the art of analyzing people. He's not always successful at reading everyone, but he would like to think that the long hours he spends quietly observing people brings him a certain talent at reading others. You have to push through a lot of barriers to get to the real Adrian, but when you do, you can find a kind and rather interesting kid behind all the silences and apparent hatred of others. A part of him always craves sharing his knowledge and interests with others, the sad thing is only that he doesn't know how to do so.

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Backstory
Not all Pure-blood families revel is the birth of their own child. Some families, or parents, see it more as a responsability than a gift. And they will treat their child as such; a responsability. That is how Adrian grew up, in a little town near London: under the scrutinity of his father's eyes. Always getting criticized for not developing his magic fast enough, for not showing prowesses out of the ordinary. As ordinary as a young wizard could be. No matter how loving his mother was and how much she tried to calm down her husband and his far too ambitious goals for his son, Adrian slowly turned into a troubled child. He would climb on trees and roofs of the neighbourhood to avoid his father, to avoid the imaginary homework he made up for him every single day. It was all innocent, at first, and mostly resulted in him building a shell around himself. He seemed mostly quiet, you could barely get a word out of him. Rebel sometimes, obedient other times. Definitely not what his father was expecting of him, but nothing worthy of a lot of worry. That is until they found him hitting the young boy living next door so violently that his teeth were popping out of his small mouth. It had came out of nowhere. A simple, silly story about who got to play with the magic broom this time. His parents had never seen the young Crawford so angry, especially for such a small thing.

In the years that followed the event, the young boy just kept hiding himself in hiw own mind, distancing himself more and more from his parents, never sharing his feelings with them. He learned to let his anger eat him inside, instead of pouring it unto innocent people, especially that such action would usually bring him unwanted attention. Nowadays, it is rather hard to make Adrian show you his anger, but if it does happen, there is a high chance that something as savage as the fight he had with that young boy could happen. He simply cannot control his outbursts once they're out of his system. That is why he mostly prefers the company of books than the company of people. Not only can he not communicate well with them, but he also doesn't understand most people, making him feel frustrated for being such a freak. But the young wizard also became more obedient, with the sole purpose of making his time with his father less painful, shorter. So he would accompany his father to his office or to wherever he wanted to have the lesson of the day, he would listen to him, practice what was asked of him and then he would go back to his room and spend the rest of the day reading books and hiding what he couldn't say out loud in journals he kept under his bed. He knew his father couldn't complain about him spending most of his time reading books quietly in his room; he was learning, and he was passionate about it, teaching himself about the magic world, and the history of his people. He was getting ready to head to Hogwarts.

And the day came where his letter was delivered by a gorgeous owl on windowsill of the kitchen. A moment of great happiness and pride for his parents, and a relief for himself. They spent hours planning and shopping for what he needed, preparing the young boy for his first entrance at one of the most respected magical institutions. Without a look behind, he left his parents near the King's Cross Station. He was more than ready for a new life, for something different. He was ready for a place that could finally let him develop his natural skills and intelligence. He could prove himself to be better than his father even thought he was. Yes, he was ready.

The strength of hunger

One of his first nights at Hogwarts. First year students were no longer guided by Prefects to head to the Great Hall; they were expected to remember the way by now. The few times Adrian had been guided, or forced, to head to the Great Hall in company of his fellow Ravenclaw comrades, had been excruciating. The feeling of hundreds of pairs of eyes staring at him, snickers exchanged between kids that must have been directed at him, and the overwhelming sensation caused by hundreds of different conversatons and ambient noises had been enough to make him feel sick. An introvert at heart, the Crawford had barely been able to eat and had only done so to avoid unwanted attention on his person.

Tonight was different. He was free to make his own way from the Ravenclaw Tower to the Great Hall. By the time he took to convince himself the place wasn't so close to his personal Hell as he was making it to be, dinner time was long gone. But being the quiet type came with its perks; he would often end up listening on conversations around him and no one paid much attention to him. He had heard students discussing expeditions to the kitchens and how the house-elves had been either generous or inattentive. In either case, Adrian could easily obtain food without having to mingle in the chaos of the Great Hall. Only one problem had occur in his plan: the young wizard did not have the trace of a clue as to where the kitchens where situated in the castle. Technically, they could have been anywhere. After all, it was with magic that food came from the kitchen directly to the long tables of each House in the Hall. Adrian had found himself with no other choice than to wander on different hallways of the school in hope to stumble upon his destination by pure luck.

That is until he caught conspicuous movement from the corner of his eye. He had been in a relatively empty hallway, barely decorated with any paintings and the onlt door he had found had been a closet. But out of nowhere, this incredibly grand and detailed double door was standing in front of him, asking to be opened. For a second, the Ravenclaw had been more scared than eager to open the doors, until he remembered bedtime stories from his father about certain room that would open to the desperate seekers. Could this be the Room of Requirement? Adrian had always thought it was a legend made-up by his father, a fairy tale to excite his curiostiy about Hogwarts. Said curiosity pushing him, the young boy turned the handle of the left door and peeked his head inside of what stood behind. His breath caught in his throat and a choked sound escaped his lips. "No way..." was the only thing he could think of while admiring the long table filled with various meals from one side to another. Maybe he didn't have to find the kitchens after all.

Volæria: A Red Rose in November

As promised, my final character sheet and it is still friday! Woo! Hopefully, it fits your standards. I am ready to add more details to anything that seems unclear, or change anything that doesn't make sense with the universe, just let me know!

Giovanni Amatore

Giovanni Amatore

^{"Anybody can pilot a ship when the sea is calm."
Theme(s): Giuseppe Martucci}

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Full Name: Giovanni Amatore.

Nickname: Gio.

Date of Birth: November 29th, 1886.

Place of Birth: Catania, Sicily.

Gender: Male.

Race, Ethnicity: Caucasian.

Eye Color: Blue.

Height: 5'11"

Weight: 176 lbs.

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Titles: Citizen.

Appearance: Giovanni is, by all standards, quite a handsome man. You can never catch him unpresentable; his brown hair is short, but well maintained, accompanied by a nicely trimmed moustache and beard. His clothes are always ironed and without the trace of a stain. He mostly dresses in dark colors, never straying far from black or dark blue. His white skin has a light tan from the sum of time he spends outside and travelling. A few scars run along his body, memories of the war or childhood accidents, but most are hidden under his clothes; you can find them on his back and chest, as well as a deep one on his shoulder. His blue eyes have charmed more than one lady, as has his thin, but well-defined body. His face can look hard, but it is mostly a facade he wears so that none can access his true thoughts and weaknesses.

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Past Occupation: Pilot in the military during the Great War and amateur cartograph.

Current Occupation: Pilot of the Strativella.

Equipment:

• Modell 1890: A knife crafted with a blade, reamer, can-opener, and a screwdriver: obtained illegally from a Swiss Army soldier.
• A collection of maps he never goes anywhere without: some he has bought from renowned cartographs, some he has drawn himself.
• A pair of binoculars: he always carries them with him wherever he travels and usually has them around his neck or near him when he works.
• A worn picture of his childhood love: the lower right corner is slightly burned from a drunken attempt at erasing his memory of Elena.
• A set of leather bound journals: he tries to carry as many as he can, especially blank ones, when he leaves on a new trip.

Notable Talents/Abilities:

• Skillfull cartograph: his maps are incredibly well detailed, they can lead you to anywhere you need to go.
• Strong melee fighter: The Amatore has spent a lot of time in his life, especially when he joined the army, practicing his fighting skills. He can definitely defend himself in hand-to-hand combat.
• Proved pilot: Giovanni is a decent pilot, able to react quickly in hazardous situations. He saved many lives during the Great War by getting them to safety through hell and high water.

Reasons why they are a crew member aboard this vessel: Do not write this part yet.

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Hobbies/Pastimes:

• Drawing maps: Gio has always had a strong passion for drawing maps.
• Reading: he is an intellectual at heart, as well as an asocial; he will always prefer the company of books than the company of people.
• Writing: he is by no means a talented writer, but he enjoys laying down his thoughts through stories or diary entries in his leather bound journals.

Talents/Skills:

• Excellent chess player: he has never been defeated at chess except by his father.
• Reading people's emotions: as a quiet, observing man, he developed the skills of reading people's faces and their emotions.
• Drawing: he can not only draw maps, but he can also draw portraits and landscapes.

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Strange would be an understatement to describe Giovanni. He is not your average adult white male. He lives a solitary life, but one of many travels. His passion of drawing maps pushes him in different corners of the country, or even the continent. The Amatore is an incredibly hard-working man, but he is not by any means… a nice person. You would rarely find him cooperating with anyone toward a team-oriented goal. He prefers to work alone, or just to be alone in general. The only time he has derogated from that rule is when he joined the army. His sole purpose to do such a thing was to seek new challenges. But even after the war, after how much he was changed by it, he is still far from being comfortable with others. He never knows the right word to say, he is not very talented at being courteous. Let’s just say that his social skills are sorely lacking. He has never charmed a lady, although his looks are rather seducing. But instead of relying on his handsome face alone, the young man chose the sinful way of meeting with women: by paying them for their services. It is definitely not something he shares openly, keeping it a guilty pleasure behind his appearances to be a gentleman. But again, the Amatore doesn’t share anything with anyone. He prefers keeping his thoughts well hidden in leather bound journals he carries with him. He has written in them his whole life. Giovanni probably has already dozens of them full of scribbles and stories and random thoughts, but he doesn’t count them. He keeps them preciously in a chest that you can find either at home, or with him on this travels. He is also an avid reader, always curious to discover new writing, new novels. His father made sure he was literate, but also appreciative of the art that is writing. The young man also has other intellectual hobbies, such as playing the game of chess, or reading maps made by others and analyzing them.

Giovanni might not desire talking to anyone, preferring to stay away from people and social events, but that does not mean he always has a choice in the matter. When he does have to discuss with others, he is often described as being either arrogant or incredibly shy. It is, usually, one or the other, no in-between. You will find him being calm and quiet most of the time, but he also cannot restrain himself on reprimanding people about their stupidity. Which leads to interesting conversations and him growing a rather bad reputation wherever he goes. That is why the Amatore would rather be alone, far from people criticizing him or rejecting him for his lack of social skills. He’s not a angry man per say, but you won’t find him laughing or smiling often. One could say he’s a rather mysterious man, but the truth is simply that he hides his true self under a hard and cold facade. Hidden underneath is a kind and caring man, a passionate one. You could even discover how impatient he can be, since he mostly hides his natural anxiety under his calm exterior. But anything rather eventful, even just flying his own plane, can bother his nerves. He also becomes easily restless when he finds a new idea for his next map or his next story. Another thing people rarely get to see is how meticulous he is, especially when drawing his maps. Always taking care of the smallest details, not leaving one mistake on his final work. But something about his beliefs or experiences leads him to hide this part of him from the eyes of the world, preferring to appear as a destatable or strange man.

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Giovanni was born and raised in Catania, Sicily. He lived in the south of the city, near several factories. His father was working with the government, in a role his son never really understood. But one thing was sure, it made his father have rather high expectations for him. His mother was loving, always caring for him and for the house, trying her best to make everyone happy. His father was often absent, far away from the house for work, but when he was home, he would make sure to have a lesson for his young son. He sent him to school, but for the patriarch of the Amatore, it wasn’t enough. His father made him read every night. Other nights would sometimes be for drawing, or playing chess. The goal was to make Giovanni an intellectual and a skillful man. But the only real talent the young Gio had was for drawing. He particularly loved drawing maps. But since he would never leave Catania, after drawing just about a hundred different maps of the city, the young Amatore started drawing imaginary maps, places that did not exist. One can imagine how furious his father was when he discovered the drawings. There was no time to be spent on such foolishness, in his opinion. He made sure to hit Giovanni’s hands until the boy couldn’t draw anymore.

The years went by as such. Giovanni grew to hate his father, and he developed a strange type of anger. Not the outburst type of anger, a much more quiet type. A scary one. There was nothing that would scare his mother more than seeing her son quietly sitting at the kitchen table, his hands curled into trembling fists. One day, without anything more than a note left on the kitchen, the Amatore left the house, never to return. His father had taught him everything he needed to know. He could read, write and draw. He also had basic survival skills, as well as some money. But more importantly, he had the most precious thing of all: his father’s plane. His father had always been a passionate man about flying, about the feeling you had when you were up in the air, looking at the world below. As soon as he had had enough money from his job with the Italian government, he had bought this plane. The protests from his wife about how they should save their money didn’t matter to him. The only thing that mattered was his ultimate goal in life: to have his own little plane. It wasn’t big and it wasn’t equipped with advanced technology, but it was enough to get around places. And without a single regret, Giovanni stole it while both his parents were away from their house.

He spent the next few years travelling, away from prying eyes. He kept a low profile, exploring different corners of Italy. He practiced his drawing skills, even sold a few maps to interested parties such as merchants. They were incredibly detailed and well drawn, it didn’t come as a surprise that a few merchants accepted to buy them out from him, even with his inexperience. He continued on this merry life, if he could call it that, until he grew bored of it and seeked a new challenge. That is when he joined the army. And that is how he ended up fighting for Italy in the Great War.

War changed him, as anyone would expect for any man who participated in the war. Seeing people die, participating in the death of others, hearing about the tragedies around the world… it was unnerving, to say the least. It changed your view of the world, your opinions. But one thing was sure, he was excellent at working through the nerves. He became an excellent pilot, able to fly through almost anything. He flew dozens of people while under fire, trying to get them to safety. He didn’t get any medals or any glory from his services to the army, but he did get a good set of skills. It taught him to fly better, to react to dangerous situations with improved reflexes. He still had his moments where his natural anxiety would take over, making him overthink everything, risking his own life with self doubt. But there was no denying that he could handle himself well while high in the air.

Now, the Great War was over, and the Amatore had to find a new purpose. For now, his only plan was to keep on the kind of lifestyle he had been living. It wasn’t the responsible thing, or what his father would have wanted for him. It was even a dangerous life. But it was what he wanted and if there was one thing he had promised himself, it was to always follow his own desires, to always do what he wanted to do, not what was expected of him.

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