Name: Cirocco Esposito
Age: 25
Bio: Orphaned at a young age, Cirocco was taken into the Viscotti famiglia (a family of architects/designers/artists) but forbidden from adopting their name. Trained by professionals, Cirocco knew at the age of seven twenty-three different ways to kill a person. Don Viscotti frequently uses him to kill people in opposing famiglias, gradually working up the ladder before offing the don (unless the famiglia finally gives in and decides to work with him). As much as he appreciates the kindness shown by Don Viscotti for adopting him, he holds much animosity for his 'siblings' and their priviledged lives.
Personality: Snarky, a bit of a jerk, but holds soft spots for children. Wishes he was as priviledged as his famiglia and the people he kills.
(will post picture when computer decides to work with her)
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For as long as Cirocco could recall, he had been trained in the art of hunting and killing. Not in the terms of animals, (though hunting those always kept his skills fresh) but in that of humans, mankind. His tall, thin form was reminescent of young squires, but the hidden muscle was much more that of a tempered metalsmith. He always kept his curly brown hair in a small ponytail at the nape of his neck, and his eyes managed to be hidden underneath the mess of bangs.
Tonight, however, the young assassin was not dressed in his usual garb of pants and a flowy long sleeved shirt tied around his wrists. Tonight he was garbed in all black, his hair and face covered by a black shawl he stole from his mother's dresser.
Taking a deep breath, Cirocco fingered all of his weapons hidden carefully in his outfit before making his way to the targets household. He didn't want to have to kill her, the mission required him to kidnap the target until ransom had been paid.
