Falzone, Vincenzo

[Guest]

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CASE FILE: Civilian

"My friends, welcome to the El Dorado of conventional weaponry."
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FULL NAME:
→ Vincenzo 'Vince' Salvatore Falzone

AGE:
→ 22

SEX:
→ Male

BIRTH PLACE:
→ Central, Amestris

RACE:
→ Cretan/Esparian

DATE OF BIRTH:
→ 19th December, 1989

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HEIGHT:
→ 187cm/6'3

WEIGHT:
→ 90kg

PICTURE:
→

Spoiler:

DESCRIPTION:
→ The epitome of a youthful gangster, Vincenzo stands with a relatively muscular frame; but don't be fooled by that. He doesn't like to get up-close and personal; getting his hands dirty is something for his loyal peons to do. If he really has to dish stuff out, though, he'll unleash one of his many guns; usually, he's got a good few on his person.

He's got close-cropped blonde hair, a pair of blue eyes, a fair complexion, and, damn, does he wear some fine suits. Usually white jacket and trousers, accompanied by some perfect shoes, and a similarly-coloured shirt, and the centerpiece; his tie. Always silk, always black. His attire is always pristine, and he's got several compartments knocking around for concealed weapons and money.

Vincenzo always pays a lot of attention to his surroundings, being an incredibly aware individual, and he can switch between being somewhat suave, and 'mystic', as he likes to say, and being the cold hammer of his own personal variety of 'justice' that he sometimes needs to.

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PERSONALITY:
→ Vincenzo is a salesman; and no matter which grandiose term he may label himself with, that's purely what he is. He will be as manipulative as is necessary to draw you in for a deal; he will say, nine times out of ten, what you want to hear, he'll show you what you want to see, and he'll offer you, usually, if you're in the warfaring business, deals you want to take.

However, under all the facades he creates and keeps neatly organised for separate customers, Vincenzo's a very smooth operator. He doesn't like emotional ties, and he likes things to happen swiftly, and the fewer turns that don't go according to plan, the better.

He's somewhat of a Chessmaster, liking to plan out how the person in front will think, and loving to put himself three steps ahead. He's even gone as far to take a few night psychology classes, so a lot of the time, he can tell what your face is saying, even if your mouth's keeping it tightly clamped shut. Put it this way; he could sell a goldfish water if he tried hard enough. He loves his collection and would never part with it, thinking that having his own personal armoury inside his own personal fortress is just the perfect situation for himself.

Although... Vincenzo has a certain lethality to him, should it become evident a deal's set up or botched. He'll give the order to kill every living soul present, every single witness, and leave the scene as swiftly as possible. And whilst, usually, his men carry out his deals, don't be fooled; you're dealing with a very powerful customer, even when he's on his own.

Oh, yeah. He's a ladies man, too. Well, likes to think himself as one, although this may (rather comically, infact) not be true. All things considered, he's a bit flirtatious and if he can 'reel a girl in', he'll take her out for dinner and stuff, and 'lavish every expense possible' on her. So, in other words, he's kind of a magnet for gold diggers. Doesn't really help with the suits, either.

LOVE:
→ Guns. Revolvers, pistols, shotguns, SMGs... you name it, he'll love it, so long as it fires metal and loud noises out of one end.
→ Making jokes about people's mothers
→ Violence, gang-related.
→ Arms deals
→ Money
→ Women
→ Clubbing
→ Adding his own touch to weapons
→ Suits. Damn, does he like suits.
→ The odd bit of extortion

HATE:
→ If it isn't designer, he won't wear it.
→ Arms deals that get botched up
→ The police
→ The armed police
→ Vans belonging to the armed police
→ Pacifists
→ Arms dealers that aren't him

IDOL:
→ His late father, Marco.

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HISTORY:
→ Vincenzo Falzone was born to mother Pauline, née Thomson, and father Marco. Pauline, however, knew exactly what she was getting into when she married the man; Marco Falzone was wanted in Amestris for several crimes, and fled to Creta, where he started his empire up once more, and using a big book of contacts, wrested control of the city's underworld.

Vincenzo grew up innocently unaware of his father's dealings, but happy that he could usually be afforded every luxury he asked for. Computers, televisions, even the more expensive, such as instruments, and as he began to grow up, even paintings and beautiful sculptures to give the young boy's room that little extra touch. And in return, he did two things; respected his parents, as every child should do, and... never asked questions.

As he grew up, he began to realise that he was a natural commander, and went to the best private schools money could buy, surviving at the top of the pecking order every time. 'A prodigy', they called him. 'A natural born Einstein'. 'Something else'. Escorted to and from school, and even inside, he had his own little band of followers, children of friends of his father. It was... well, the child didn't know it then, but he was at the top of the pecking order, even as a scrawny teenager.

He began to realise his father's true business - having always called himself a 'businessman' when questioned before - around fourteen or fifteen. One day, at school, Vincenzo found that he'd had something stolen from him, a rather expensive watch he'd left in his bag during class. He knew the perpetrator, but didn't want to take it to the school; so he brought it up to his father, who harshly said this.

'You may know what I do, but I'm not taking care of your problems. Solve this yourself.'

So... Vince did.

He walked straight up to the boy and slugged him in the face, pushed him to the ground, and pinned him to the ground with his boot, his friend, his own little gang backing him up. He didn't hand over the watch - he played innocent the entire time and got away with it - but the feeling Vincenzo felt... he realised he was meant for this. When the incident was reported and Vince was suspended for a few days - even the headmaster knowing of Don Falzone - his mother was horrified.

His father pretended to act the same, but in actuality, he felt a pride he never had done before.

From that age, Vincenzo began to become involved - happily - in the business of the Falzone family. He wouldn't do the simplistic jobs, such as the drug running, that was reserved for the lower-class kids in the business. No, Vincenzo, over time, developed, and at age 19, became his father's caporegime, or underboss, something for only the most trusted of individuals to inherit. The father-son relationship became something that everyone began to see clearly. Vince, though, at his dad's behest, went to college, spent three years, there, and earned himself a degree. Guess what in?

Business.

With a smile on his face, he returned to London, straight out of college, and was quickly moved back into the business, becoming a mixture between his father's consigliere - advisor - and the same underboss position he'd had before. He was doing things his now older father couldn't bring himself to; even going out and overseeing the breaking of skulls if it was necessary.

It was clear that Vince would assimilate control of the small family once his father died; and, so, when it happened, after the funeral, everyone looked to the twenty-three year old to lead them now; and whilst retreating to a nightclub, running shady deals on both the ground and fourth floors, isn't what some people had in mind, Vince new that the 21st century brought with it a new race of criminals. He would have to adapt. Downsize the operations, but upsize the profit.

How?

Guns.

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TRIVIA:
→ Theme song is Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is, by Jet.
→ Fluent in Amestrian, Cretan, Drachman, and Esparian.

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ALIAS:
→ KoH/Ross

OTHER CHARACTERS:
→ Ayden Derocha and Heiden Zheng

CREATOR'S COMMENTS:
→ Uh, mobsters are cool?

FACE CLAIM:

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CUSTOM RANK:
→ Hot Lead Hailstorm

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[Guest]

{REVISE}

Ok, so, the only thing thats wrong, is that your Personality section is 18 words short of the minimum requirement.

Otherwise, I love it. ^_^

[Guest]

{APPROVED}

Awesome~ <3

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