Amico Oscar Sant

[Guest]

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CASE FILE: Civilian {Cosca Falzone}

"They say that the Maker created Whiskey so the Crieg wouldn't rule the world. I should know is because I am a fuck mothering Crieg." ~Amico
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FULL NAME:
→ Amico Oscar Sant.

AGE:
→ 40 years old.

SEX:
→ Male.

BIRTH PLACE:
→ London, Creta.

RACE:
→ Half-Crieg, half-Cerisian.

DATE OF BIRTH:
→ February 2nd.

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HEIGHT:
→ 6' 2" ft.

WEIGHT:
→ 178 pounds.

PICTURE:
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Spoiler:

DESCRIPTION:
→ In many aspects his eyes remain a mystery to many people given the frequency of the fact he wears eye concealing shades of great swag. It is an almost permanent aspect of his face, aside from those that seen his eyes would comment it is often sharp and intense contrary to his jovial features. He is often cleanly shaven, but isn't averse to being lazy as to grow a stubble, has a well slicked back hair which is black, and a fair skin and complexion. His jaws are strong and broad, and it shows he has aged well given the time he spent under the stressful conditions of prison.

He often wears a suit, with a sweater instead of a button shirt and tie, but isn't shy of wearing a Hawaiian themed shirt, some chain necklace, some slacks and formal shoes.

The way he often conducts himself speaks of confidence, or merely an obnoxious allure in doing whatever the Hell it is he wants to do, given how he has his legs opened up when he sits, doing the split walk and always walking up right, not the stiff sort but more of an intimidating sort of thing.

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PERSONALITY:
→ Amico is a man of many traits given and taken at the closest opportunity as a myriad of interchanging faucets to which can adapt at any given moments despite such present and abrupt vulgarities that continues to plague his fast-talking ways. By all means a slave to his own whims and nuances which swirls in his persona, Amico changed considerably and was chiseled by his prison time to become someone to consider more of an angle besides pre-mediated jobs, actions and whichever happens in such a way. Thusly a man of gained spirituality and conviction, finding such pleasures and joys in the belief of something higher than his own material world and life, a hypocritical notion from a man that does the very biggest taboo which is murder, and still finds himself in such a prospect without much of a change of heart besides the sentiments behind it or the thoughts that occur.

His mind is liberally put, and has no hesitation towards any sort of things aside from some lengths even HE wouldn't stoop down to, but that doesn't mean he is a man lacking love for hedonistic depravities he often fondles and indulges in from time to time almost up to the level of addiction most... concerning. As one would say a slave to his own whims most applicable to Amico contrary to the meaning of his namesake of being a "friend". The way he acts is often obnoxious but he isn't exactly inflexible to the prospect he has to act formally as to find such great amounts of pain upon his superiors given he has an eye out for his future as well despite such contradictions to his whims, which further adds difficulty to his effort to stifle himself and his antics for he longs for his own beneficial future.


LOVE:
→ Guns, hatchets, Caltch whiskey, money, and much to be revealed in RP.

HATE:
→ Denied his drink, rats, pigs, squealers, police, Gelemortian ministers, Bustin Jeiber, and much to be revealed in RP.

DEEPEST SECRET:
→ He did jobs to whack out street urchins, kids, that to this day regrets because of his new found spirituality.

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HISTORY:
→ Prison, the time where all criminals and crooks of all creeds and races come together into a cramped up building to be turned into good little citizens for some crimes major, and some crimes minor. Some prisons are minimum grade, and others maximum grade. The difference between those prisons is the amount of security, and surveillance that takes place. Now Amico went into something of the latter where maximum security has been expected, and he has been sentenced there appropriately to in La Cerisé, a Gelemortian prison. The sort where a bunch of whackjobs and whatever politicals are thrown in and expected to rot there, or on the off chance the King gets a fit of madness, would pardon one of the many prisoners that were there for most heinous crimes.

Amico wasn't there for preaching against the tyranny of the crown, freedom fighting or any of that political crap, but he might as well be after the shit he pulled off in the '92 Gessupi hit, an infamous planned out murder to wipe out an entire family gone awry and spun out of control to become something of a political fiasco. Far too much weight on Amico's head that he became something of a controversial figure for being caught in the hit that he has done, and was treated like some associate discarded to the side as if he was some dirty rag by Don Ballzini. Then again, the Omerta says he has to take it like a bitch and go through the prison term without complaint... except for the fact he was imprisoned INDEFINITELY.

He was a made man for the Ballzini, more distinguished than the lower associates composed of Triads, Cartel and whatever the Hell people Ballzini mingled with as his crowd, despite being lowest in the "official" hierarchy of the Mafia. There was no strings pulled, not even a thank you from Ballzini when he sent the caporegime to talk to him. All he got was one bloody lousy carton of cigarette to enjoy as payment while he spent time in prison, out of sight and out of mind.

He can trace himself working for Ballzini ever since he was but a small time hoodlum in Creta, living in the slums, making a living mugging people for small payday, stealing things and vandalizing in a display of rough tact and force. His household wasn't much to turn to when they were poor, and when a man is poor envying the richer man, he tends to do dumb things and turn beyond the law to gain what he longs for, just like the olden times where a conqueror takes what he sees outright like that. Or so the mentality went on. It wasn't till he started picking up jobs as an associate for Don Ballzini's soldato, that he started to truly shine as a talent.

He grew bolder in his endeavor, and like the other band of associates that worked for the Soldato, performed crazy stunts where often he came out as the only one alive, a survivor out of sheer tenacity and distaste for getting out a loser. His capacity to outlive others and to get the job done wasn't exactly ignored either, and he wasn't a stranger towards murder in those times either, having been baptized in death at an early age. When inducted into becoming a made man, it was the happiest moment for Amico's mother (whom he did not know had links to the Ballzini at the time, and even made some dealings with them as well, such as asking him a favor to get her son into the family in any way possible to make a living as a man in one of Ballzini's daughter's weddingg.) It came as a surprise too when he learnt they had implemented such a thing all along to get him into the family. (A very suspiciously dark thing for the mother to be proud of.)

Those moments as a Soldato was when he really took on dirty jobs, cleaning up the trash the mob makes, and making the trash to clean up in the first place. Whacking out anyone Ballzini wanted dead as the hitman, from many pre-mediated means, from sniping them all the way to the very inelegant use of explosive to destroy the target. Whatever it was Ballzini wanted done, Amico performed. But this all changed when in '92, a hit came up that required him and Timmy, a fellow hitman; to whack the Vinci family in Cerise in the middle of their wedding with some guy.

It was a simple job, go in to Cerise from Creta, whack all the Cretan Cosca Vinci and whomever gets in the wedding, and get out. Amico and Timmy had a contact to go with, some Salvatore, and from there, they got a Hell of a lot of improvised explosives enough to level some huge skyscraper. It was the sort of crap the Esparian Cartels tend to use, funny enough, it was. They had some day's sleep before the wedding, guns loaded, some good Johnny Walker's to calm the soul down for this big time job Ballzini REALLY wants done on this family which was a thorn on his ass for his drug dealing ways.

When the time came to do the hit, Timmy the Grape was late. Amico couldn't fuck this up, and the job was simple. Salvatore was supposed to have taken care of setting up explosives around the compound and inside yesterday, and get out, and all Amico had to do was trigger the explosives. He tried several times pressing the button, and there was NOTHING. No grand explosion from the distance, no screams of death, only music of festivities. Desperate for it, taking another swig of his Johnny Walker he brought along, Amico took up the old Tommy gun, infamous for being quite popular with gangsters, stuck a drum barrel, and went down from his elevated position towards the compound...

What would occur afterwards was the dance and cackling of gunfire, screams ensued, the guards whom looked far too military-like to be Mafioso were gunned down, and a huge number of the reception were shot. Police sirens wailed afterwards, and Amico disappeared with them to face the beating of a lifetime.

Aye, prison was his terms when he maintained his silence. The people he whacked? Several of them were Gelemortian government officials in La Cerisé there to observe the Army Colonel's wedding with the Vinci family's daughter as a union of love, not for politics, a hated man by the Cerisian secessionists which was absolutely NOT even in the main aim of this whack job. All of this was sloppily done, and yet succeeded with the Vinci family dwindling down to but one old man who was a Don, whom later died from a heart attack in lieu to such news after abstaining to go to the wedding. Amico's Omerta meant he couldn't disclose any details about his hit being anything but politically inspired, and was imprisoned in prison as a result to await a date of death in the long term. He was a dead man, and his loyalty for it was fucked.

Time in prison toughened and softened Amico at the same time, his macabre senses gained empathy, and with it he was dulled. He gained a sense of spirituality there where it was inevitable he would die, that he might as well just make it one where he repents for the many murders he committed. The inmates there were quiet, aware of Amico's reputation. He was in not for hard time or soft time, but something of a permanent time.

Twenty years of his life whittled away in prison, where his dedication towards sculpting his body, gaining an understanding in literacy and being isolated from the world for a long time had meant time had marched on without him. Technology picked up, things have changed, and shit wasn't traditional. News filtered into prison slowly, and at the peak of it was one that topped the cake. Don Ballzini was killed by a gas leak explosion, something he picked up on gossips from the guards. Apparently he was in good with politicians in Amestris, and looked like he moved away from his base of operations in Creta. Goddamnit.

He felt like his efforts to add prosperity to the family was all for nothing, and became embittered all for it. Gaining more times in solitary confinement than necessary due to his rampant tendency to fight guards, and had it good being beaten up in "soft chunking" one of those freak guards loved to partake on the death's row inmates.

One day, after just some good twenty years spending in this crappy rotten prison, there was a huge riot and shoot out. The guards were running off... RUNNING AWAY from their own prison in Gelemortian territory. They evacuated, and the prisoners were let loose to their own device. Not feeling the urge to stick around longer than necessary, Amico used this opportunity to get out of prison, fighting off any inmates that wanted to become the new Emperor of the prison, took any guns he could get his hands on and broke out.

The world he came out to see has changed tremendously in these two decades he spent in the stasis of time, having just embarked in a trip to Roma. There wasn't any of that crap old tech they use, but as if he was in a bona fida sci-fi movie. Amico took it really hard after all those years, things changed. He was an out of place relic from an olden age that couldn't accompany the pace of the change when he was in prison. It was far too surreal.

He met up with Timmy by pure chance, and forcefully demanded answers from him. As it turns out, Timmy got in real good with the Falzone family, and ditched the Ballzini hit job because it was suicidal at best. Assaulting a compound or even exploding it meant a lot of crap, and Ballzini was tripping out from paranoia as of late. As compensation for ditching out on Amico on the job several years ago, Timmy introduced Amico to the Falzone family. In short of a few months, Amico got well back on his feet despite the culture shock he got, and re-integrated back into mob life as a Soldato once again. Back to the crapper from square one. By now, he should've been the damn Capo, but time hasn't been so kind and Amico couldn't reach such levels. Nonetheless he has found his job in being a butcher at some small shop quite enjoyable in Napoli, working for the family and all to deliver all sorts of things has been enlightening to his new found spirituality.

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TRIVIA:
→ Has an addiction to morphine.
→ Is banned from all Bustin Jeiber concerts for the horrors he invoked.
→ Recently picked up the trade and skills associated with being a butcher, something new with him given his profession as a hitman.
→ He speaks fluent Crieg accented Cretan, and fluent in Cerisian.

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ALIAS:
→ Niko

OTHER CHARACTERS:
→ Nikolaus, Vasco Allende.

CREATOR'S COMMENTS:
→ Please refer to my book about my journey to the bathroom toilet.

CUSTOM RANK:
→ Baptized Butcher

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APPROVED

Nicely done, an interesting read. Should be good to RP with him in the future.