Vigild

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The soft grind of carriage wheels against cobblestone echoed through the cool night air with a low hum as there was not much noise coming from any other sources to interrupt it from being the loudest noise. Frami was beginning to believe he'd ridden in to the catacombs already the place was so deserted. He supposed night wasn't really the time of day for a leisure stroll, he knew that well enough, but the thought of taking a walk under the veil of night spitting distance from a place rumored to be haunted now that was just a walk for the suicidal or stupid.

The carriage driver brought the mas to a slow stop accompanied by the whinny of horses kicking at the ground to come to rest. The driver looked back at him expectantly knowing his end of the deal had been met and was expecting compensation for getting him this far. Frami could simply high tail it now as the man seemed to be hesitant to go any further choosing to leave him close to his destination, he wouldn't follow him. It was his first time in Paris, he thought, at least make the first transaction he had genuine then that way any succeeding guilt would be wiped clean, that was street math for you. He pulled out his wallet and placed the agreed amount in the driver's open palm. Just as he was about to dismount from his seat the driver gave him one final word. "God Bless you." Frami exchanged a quick smirk with his parting words and says "He's already done it once."

With a brisk walk he'd made his way to the catacombs never once dropping his guard or keeping his vision static. If his neck wasn't moving one way it the going the other and he kept close to light sources to be able to see the shadow of a potential attacker should they be behind him.

He was dressed slightly better than usual, hell he had to impress the people of Paris. He wore a long sleeve button up shirt with the sleeve rolled to the elbows under a black vest with matching black slacks and combat boots he'd snagged from a cobbler in Italy. From his forearms down bandages wrapped around found their way, he had a tendency to get into fights, the bandages around his arms were there for insurance against hurting his hands, or at least that's what he's learned.

With a small grin he'd noticed the three standing near the entrance to the place of the hour. All three of them looked rather well off financially from a first glance and all quite the lookers by his interpretation. Well doesn't he feel special to be surrounded by such pretty faces, lets see if there was a brain attached to those looks, there usually isn't. "Well hey there slicks, here to risk life and limb for a little adventure like I am?" he grinned but spoke rather genuinely trying to put his best foot forward.

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I'm probably going to sleep soon but I'd totally be up for starting, even though I most likely won't be here, haha.

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Take all the DC heroes I.e Superman, Batman, Green arrow, and put them in highschool, bam. Young Justice.

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Take all the DC heroes I.e Superman, Batman, Green arrow, and put them in highschool, bam. Young Justice.

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I mean I know here face but that about all I know, she could have a Jamacian accent for all I know, haha.

Smallville was pretty simple, Superman dealing with teenager problems. Basically Young Justice but not as good. I liked it though.

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Wow fucking Sweetsound is on point, and hey it's the girl I almost remember from Smallville.

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I thought he looked like an Eviler Benedicth Cumberpatch.

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Always happy to share some tunes Alyss, perhaps once I get to know your characters I'll pick out theme songs. Otto and Effie getting the same one cause they're a package deal and cause I'm lazy like that

Also, I already love the weightlifter twins so much.

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Why do I get the feeling this is going to be the theme of this RP?

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Name: Frami Anthonio Zeppeli

Age: 19

Physical Description:

Frami stands at 6 feet tall flat and possesses a medium build to compliment his stature, not by any means bulky or commanding presence through sheer body mass but well toned as his general aesthetic would hint, most bodily definition could be hidden well enough under baggy clothing save for his lower body which commands the most size of all his muscular features. A fray of curly black hair lies atop his head which is often matted down by the black and white checkered hats he frequently wears which do good at providing shade to contrasting emerald eyes which sport small flares suggesting signs of distant oriental descent, which is challenged by his rather large protruding nose and olive skin tone.

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Personality:

Despite the circumstances that have been imposed on Frami he's ever the optimist in his own breed of relaxed acceptance, which some have come to gauge as apathy which he laughs off, if he were truly apathetic about anything he wouldn't have survived as long as he has. He simply does not see the use in worrying over circumstances one cannot control, it only impedes their performance when the time comes that they can make an impact.

Specialties/Occupation: Errand runner/Linguist/Swindler

Strong Points: Comprehension of multiple languages/Formal education/Fencer/Boxer/Ambidextrous

Fears: Religious symbols/Fear of being overpowered/Prolonged solitude/Phantom pains from stomach scar

Other information:

Draws origin from the Caribbean Islands, in particular Dominican Republic. Lived to the age of 8 with a relatively content if not under privileged childhood, most in his neighborhood did not have much and he was no exception so he took the simple inability to gain material desires to heart and never really pestered for much. Eventually his parents registered his incredible temperance in never pestering for things they could not provide as most children are known to do. The guilt of not being able to provide luxuries for their child led them to allow him to live with his Aunt and Uncle in Italy where he could obtain a better living, and for a while, he did. He'd picked up language skills and academic opportunities he'd only thought were for the more privileged kids.

By the age 12 he'd grown under much better circumstances his parents could have provided for him. He had an encounter with a mugger where in he fled into a vacant Cathedral, unable to evade him he was stabbed in the stomach and left to bleed out in the silence of church surrounded by the symbols of what he would accept in the afterlife. He was saved by devote man who came to pray despite the Cathedral being deserted only to see him bleeding out and taking him to the doctor who was able to dress his wound.

After the traumatic experience he decided one brush with death was one too many and began going about Italy searching for locals in which to learn how to protect himself. Fencing enthusiast and fight clubs came were one of the main subjects of his experimentation. After the disapproval of his Aunt and Uncle for his recklessness in learning self defense he began to strike it on his own seeing as he felt of age to be on his own.