Character's real name: Leonardo Corleone.
Codename/Alias: Don.
Gender: Male.
Age: 40
Nationality/Ethnicity: Italian
Birthplace: Rome.
Personality: Leonardo is a calm cool guy, but when stuff gets messed up by people he trusts, or for that matter he assigned too, he looses his temper. To his family, he will always guard their back and front. When you get into the family, there is no way out.
Notes (Hobbies, Phobias, Worries, ect.): That the Reputation of his new Family will fall after all those years of hard work.
Allegiance (Good, Bad, or Neutral): Neutral – Bad.
Everyday clothing: A brown beige suit with tie, white shoes and beige pantaloon.
Uniform (Optional. Required if eventually becoming part of the X-Men):
Pyjamas: Silk.
Hair colour and style: Black, slick combed backwards with gel.
Eye colour: Hazel.
Height: 1.90m.
Build: Muscular for an older man.
Scars: Several on his hands and his back from abuse.
Tattoos: Corleone on his back, with an angel wing at both sides.
Piercing: None.
Description of ability(ies): He has the ability to manipulate chance. Chance is expressed by %. From a range of 5% till 95% chance he can alter the chance. This will allow him to for instance flip a coin and let it land on heads. He can also start chain reactions dew to chance (See the Final destination movies to get a picture).
Cons: Luck, simply when somebody is lucky the luck outdoes his chance. When adrenaline kicks into Leonardo’s system his chance manipulation also starts to flaw.
History of your character:
“My younger years were full of blood and violence. His family, Corleone, steamed from the old Corleone family, is well known throughout Italy. His grandfather started this madness, trashing up local shops for protection money, extortion, murder. When my dad was born the old man tried to settle down, but the family wouldn’t take it, he was the don and he should rule till death did him part. Grandfather lead the family to a high level, but my own father reached the top. Police didn’t even dare to mess with us, nor did they care. Rome was flooded with our members, nieces, nephews, brothers in law, sisters in law, you name it. Even outsiders began joining us, all fake ass people. I was born and in the eye’s my father I was a failure. School, never got taught. All I knew was the violence my dad taught me, as well as my grandfather. Life was hard, shooting a guy a 10 years old isn’t easy. Watching a man beg for mercy in front off you, and all you can hear is the whisper in your ear telling you to pull the trigger, PULL IT!. My first kill, many others to come, and when I refused? Well pain and scars taught me not to refuse. Grandpaps died an early death, drive by. Some local shop keepers had rounded up some guns and wanted to teach us a lesson, pathetic, teach the Corleone’s a lesson? In your dreams. The shops were put on fire and Corleone was in full control. When my dad died by a sudden hart stroke, I reached the age of 25 and it was time to take over the family. Nobody followed in the beginning, they knew who I was, my title as a Corleone diden’t help me at all. I was a failure in my dads eye’s so who would follow me? Brothers or sisters I never had, no support from my mother since she died giving birth. I was alone, it made me strong, and it made me who I am today. “
“Chance, it all came to me. I started gambling at the age of 30, was drunk. Corleone was laughter on the streets. If they had the change they even spit on me. Gambling in Rome was not giving profit so I packed my stuff and headed to land of opportunities, USA. Las Vegas, city of gambling, sex and sins. Got myself a small room in some junkhole, cheap, it would have to do. Cleaned myself up and started gambling at the tables. What a luck, I won. I just had to think about I card I needed and bam, there it was. Fortunes were made, never lost since then. Casino’s didn’t let me in no more after I walked out with 20 million bucks. Diden’t matter, I was rich. I started my own business, yes a casino. Low life people came and gambled. It started with flipping a coin. Head they would say, and when it got tails they gave up their money. After not losing a single bet people started to think I was cheating, doing something outside the book, hell to them, everything is out of the book in Vegas. Money and more money started getting in my pockets, not that I needed it. I wanted something more then money, love perhaps, nah, I wanted my family back. I missed em, I really did. At the age of 35 I started colleting my family back together. We moved to New York, bought ourselves a nice big apartment, well u can say actually say we bought the whole floor for ourselves. Upper floor, what a great time. Me, 2 nieces and a nephew started the family again. Extortion, gambling, protection money, it all started again. Of course the police tried to stop us, but they were to late. By the time I hit 38 the family counted over 50 members already, I called it Corleone, tribute to my old man and his paps. Now I’m 40 years old, I shared my story in a brief moment. We are Corleone, join us, or get the hell out of my sigh before I lose my temper.”
Sample RP: No need, I'm the deceased Mandain/Horus and Raven Lario
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