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Don Luciano
Legacy Name: Don Luciano

The

Nostalgic Anyu
Owner:

Finnie

Age: 9 years, 9 months, 1 week

Born: July 25th, 2014

Adopted: 9 years, 9 months, 1 week ago

Adopted: July 25th, 2014

Statistics

Level: 1
Strength: 10
Defense: 10
Speed: 10
Health: 12
HP: 12/12
Intelligence: 3
Books Read: 3
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Unemployed

Story - Info - Friends - Family

Against the overpowering wish of his gut that was telling him to "run away", and out of both fear of what might happen if he didn't do what they asked and morbid curiosity, James forced himself through the door that "short stuff" was holding open, and found himself in a very large office. The first thing he noticed when he entered the room was the size of the window to his left, which curved the length of the room diagonally from a small balcony off the left-hand corner to the far right corner directly in front of him. In this corner, behind a large wooden desk, sat a figure (which he assumed to be male, judging by the width of its shoulders) in a black suit. James squinted from across the room to see clearer, but gave up when he realized that whomever it was, was turned around in his seat, because all he could see was its mess of wavy brown hair.

"Mr. Moretti...? We have brought the man you requested to speak with."

The moment the name was spoken James froze, furrowed his brow, and stared intently at the back of the head of the figure as if at any given moment it would disappear. Moretti...? As in Luciano Moretti... ? The man those idiots had mistaken him for? The whole reason why any of this bullshit had happened to begin with... ? Oh, he had his attention now. No longer was he there simply because he was "curious", now he was furious- that he had the nerve to endanger him further by bringing not only he, but also his son and his ... "girlfriend"-... woman-... person that he was seeing, and actually really really liked, into this... hideout, after he had surely been seen associating with his men... the situation just kept getting worse and worse. Just what did he want with him...?

"Thanks 'Killes, preciate it..." came Luciano's resonant, yet strangely calm response, as he turned slightly toward them in his seat, then turned back in the opposite direction just a half-crack. Still... he couldn't see his face- but at least he could see that his elbows were resting on the arms of the chair, and his hands folded in quiet contemplation in front of his face.

"Achilles" bowed out of respect, with one arm tucked in front of his stomach (which he didn't really understand since well, it's not like he could see him from the back of his head...), then took a step back and waited quietly by the door. Silence fell over the room once again as each mulled over their words carefully- James wondering why he had been brought here to begin with, questions racing at a mile a minute, and Lucy, well... unsure of where to begin, he let out a sigh that spoke loudly of how he regretted the severity the situation, and how he wished that it could have been avoided altogether. "Why don'cha siddown kid, we godda lot ta talk about..." he invited, with a heavy Chicago-Italian accent.

"You bet'cha ass we do," he hissed somewhat accidentally- he didn't mean to sound so hostile, but the words rushed out somewhere between fear, anger, confusion, and unrest. The fact that he hadn't turned around to look at him since he had come in was making him uneasy. This place screamed "Mafia".

His disrespectful tone caused him to turn his head slightly, as if trying to look over his shoulder at him through his peripheral vision, though he still couldn't see past the mass of hair. A moment later, he let out a half-chuckle that was somewhere between contempt and amazement, then snapped his fingers- immediately the kid whom had escorted him in had materialized beside him, grabbed him by the arm with one hand (which was surprisingly strong), and was dragging him across the room toward the desk. "Hey- what the-..." James struggled with his grasp, and his words, as he attempted to move backwards, toward the door, but to no avail, he was already halfway across the room by the time he'd realized what was going on. "GET'CHA-" With one last attempt to brush him off his arm, Achilles threw him into the chair in front of Luciano's desk, the force of which managed to steal an OOMPH from his lungs before he retrieved his arm with a rough yank and rolled it around in the socket, glowering angrily in his direction from his seat. "Your pets are well trained..." he commented with a snarl curling at the corner of his mouth. Achilles remained unphased by the remark that was obviously meant to incite some sort of reaction within him, just stood there watching "the boss" with an expressionless look. James' gaze was soon to follow in the silence that followed, pervaded his mind, only to stirr up the storm of questions once again. Why were his men at the hospital with him? How did they find him? Why did they help him? How did Noah and Riley get mixed up in all of this? Why were they here? Just what did he want with him? Why was he here? Did he have something to ask of him? Something to offer him? Why would the Mafia want to do him so many favors? And why the hell wouldn't he look at him? Turn around... he thought to himself angrily, right around the time Lucy finally started to speak.

"... First off- I want'cha to know I'm really sorry dat awlluh dis 'appened... it was neva my intention t' get outsiders cought up in ouwa mess..."

"Not your intention..?" he hissed back with a haughty snort. Really, after all that had happened.. because of him... "Is that the best you can come up with?"

The subtle back and forth movement of his chair stopped, and the muscles in his hands tensed. He was quiet.. calm... even though he had felt the impulsive need to turn around and backhand the "kid" for his lack of respect, he restrained himself, out of courtesy. Among all of the emotions that were so overwhelmingly thick in the air, Lucy could only imagine the things that were flying through his mind right then.

But James was on a roll- instead of taking the ceasing of the chair's movement as a warning, he continued with the sarcasm. "You know- I ain't never even heard your NAME till' three days ago.." he started as he shifted in his seat while trying to make an attempt at getting more comfortable. "... and even though the last three days have been all questions and no answers, I've figured this all out on my own."

"Have ya now...?" This time his tone of voice piqued curiously at the first word, then dropped toward the end of the sentance, as if mocking him.

"Yeah, I know who you people are, what you do..." James paused to shoot him a nasty glare at the back of his head. Goddamnit, turn around and LOOK at me. ".. and I don' like it."

"Really," he stated about as flatly as he could while still coming across as being severely agitated. As he said this, he turned around and leaned forward in his chair, locking his green-eyed glare with his own emerald-eyed gaze (which grew wide when he finally saw his face). "N' which part wassat?" he questioned in a tone that was both polite yet demanding.

James froze mid-sentance and stared in gaping shock and slight horror. If he had been able to look into the eyes of himself ten.. maybe twenty years from now, he imagined this is how he would have looked. That look of resentment and indifference, carried through baleful eyes, that he had given to Achilles and Jacquie but a few minutes before had stained the Don's face in a way so dark it made his very soul quiver. James sink down into his chair reflexively, while still glaring hotly at him with arrogance teeming in his eyes.

Lucy stood and approached him slowly. "Was it da part where I 'ad my guys try n' protect ya from getting kidnapped? The part where we took care o' ya girl n' ya son while you was bleedin' in a riva somewheres? Or da part where we saved your sorry ass, dragged ya to da hospital, and paid your goddamn medical bills? You ungrateful, SON of a bitch!" This time, he did not hold back- before he had time to react, Lucy had swung his arm with such force that when the back of his hand came into contact with his cheek, he let out a loud yelp when his ring made contact with his zygomatic bone. Although it was the other side of his face that had been stitched up, the wake of the slap pulsed through the sore muscle and made him tense. Out of instinct, he attempted to stand, but froze when he felt the chill of metal on the back of his neck and heard the click of a hammer being pulled back into positoin- Achilles said nothing, just stood there and pressed the barrel of the weapon firmly against his skin in a way that made his palms clammy. James swallowed hard and clenched his hands on the arms of his chair as his eyes slid angrily to their corners; he was too scared to say anything else for the moment.

"Now den.. do ya wonna talk about what 'appened..?" the Don asked, more calmly than before, as he rubbed at his knuckles, and idly twisted the ring around his right ring finger.

Talk..? He'd wanted answers at one point, but that was long before he knew what he knew now. At this point, he just wanted to get out of there before he found himself "in too deep". James looked up at him with a defiant look in his eyes. "What's there to talk about? Now that I've seen your face, it's pretty self-explanatory- they grabbed me thinkin' I was you.. wanted information, or wanted you dead..." He let the last part of his statement-slash-observation trail off as he sat back in his chair and cast him a questioning look with a raise of his eyebrows as if to ask if he had "missed anything?" James' hands shook on the support of his seat as he continued. ".. But I think the better question is- why have I been living in Chicago for eight years, but have only just now been affected by this? What'd you piss somebody off? Doesn't seem unlikely-"

"What dey wanned with me is MY buisness.." he cut in angrily as he stared him down and pointed to himself with one hand.

"Yeah, cause- you were the one that got kidnapped and got the shit beat out of em'," he retorted sarcastically.

One corner of his mouth turned down in irritation at the remark, almost as if to snarl. His mouth was starting to wear on his patience. "This wuddn't my fault-"

"The hell it wasn't," he snapped back with a heated glare. Lucy's patience may have been starting to wear thin, but so was his.

"What- cause it was MY FAULT dat we was born lookin alike..? Dat we 'appened ta settle on livin in da same place?"

"No- but it was you who decided to get caught up in all of this," he remarked as he gestured around the open room, the men, everything really.

His gaze hardened and he clenched his jaw, but he never looked away from him, not for a second. "Kid, you ain't godda clue in da woild who I am- wud I'd do for my friends, my family..." For a few moments, he let him chew on those words, turn them over and over in his mind.. then cut him off just as he was about to say something in response. "But I didn't bring ya here so I could convince ya dat I'm a "good guy"..." he rambled slightly as he turned back to his desk and moved an egg-shaped paperweight in idle thought. "Let's tolk about'cha options..."

"My options...?" Boy if that didn't make it sound like he was about to suggest something he'd regret later... in his mind, his only option was getting out of there while his limbs were still in tact.. well, as they were.

"Yeah, your options..." he mimicked, annoyed at his lack of comprehension of his situation. "Ya ain't safe in dis town no mores, so.. we godda do somefin about dat.."

"You've done quite enough already, without my permission," he hissed angrily, just to let him know that he was equally as annoyed with him. "So why are you asking me now..?"

"Cause I tought you might wanna say b'fore makin' a life changin' decision."

"You mean like allowing you to pay my medical bills and take care of my family so I'm indebted to the Chicago Mafia?"

That was his second strike, in Luciano's mind. Angrily, he slammed his hand down on his desk, and yelled, "THE CIRCUMSTANCES WAS DIFFERENT. WE HADTA ACT BEFORE YA DIED AND BEFORE DEY GOT SNATCHED," as he turned halfway around and stared him down with a look so fiery it shut him up for the moment; James looked away from him, cast his judgmental glares at the floor next to him.. while the Don took a moment to regain his composure. After a few deep, calming breaths, he started again. "... y'kin leave da city till' all dis crap clears up.."

"Not going to happen," he said firmly before he could even finish his sentence.

Lucy eyed him for a moment, then continued with the thought. ".. or, y'kin stay, unda da family's protection. All I'd ask is dat ya tell us when ya hear rumors, "chadda".."

"Also not going to happen," he commented very matter-of-factly, which made Lucy furrow his brow in confusion. "I don't want to have anything to do with you or your "family", and I sure as hell don't want you around mine."

He shot him a disgusted, slightly pained look. If he was going to judge them before he even got to know them, then he was free to walk out that door and get gunned down, for all he cared. The idiot.. "Is dat how ya gonna tread ta guy dat wants ta help ya?"

"I didn't ASK for your help!" he yelled angrily in a frightened tone- his hand balled into a tight fist on the arm of his chair as if he was trying very hard to focus on that one clear thought that he knew to be true. "Besides- with the nature of the business you're in, it ain't exactly like you're a modern day "Robin Hood", prancin' around town spreadin' "good cheer"-"

The very moment he had started to utter the insult Luciano had whipped around in an attempt to smack him yet again, only this time James had been expecting it. He managed to scramble to his feet and barely out of arm's reach as he backpedaled into the arm of the couch along the wall to the right of him. Third strike meant that his luck had ran out, and Lucy was now in a very foul mood. "GEDDOUT!" he boomed, louder than he had ever before. James did not stop to second-guess the man, nor dared to mock him again- he did not hesitate, turned and made a dash for the door before he decided to let Achilles take a shot at him.

Time Period: Past/Present
Genre: Crime | Supernatural | Drama
Appears in: Honor Among Monsters

Name / Nick: Luciano Moretti / Lucy, "Ricky Ricardo"
Aliases:
Nationality / Language(s): Italian (Sicilian) / Italian (Primary), English (Primary), Spanish (Secondary), Russian (Secondary), Chinese
Age / Birthday / Sign: 190 yrs. / January 28th, 1822 / Aquarius
Height / Weight: 6'1" / 167 lbs.
Species: Immortal- Decrox
Powers:
Emotional Sensitivity- sensitive to the emotions of others: can absorb emotions and memories (past and present) through physical contact
Mind Control- can control and manipulate emotions and thought process at will using his mind
Eyes: Bright green, with yellow flecks
Hair: Dark brown
Skin: Lightly tanned, Olive-toned
Build: Slim, athletic- Long and Lean with broad, squared shoulders and a slim waist; Muscular without being bulky- strong arms and shoulders, toned core, defined chest
Scars: Various scars on his torso, back, and shoulders; has a large circular scar on his forearms that look like some sort of pentagram with runes written around and in it
Tattoos / Piercings: None / None
Wardrobe: Always in a suit, no matter what the occassion: three-piece suits with colored shirts, and sometimes colored ties, cuff-links, tie-clips, dress shoes, sometimes wears suspenders, waistcoats, Pea Coats

Orientation / Status: Heterosexual / Single
Love: Julia (Deceased)
Parents: Unknown (Deceased)
Family: Carlin- brother (Older by 20 years, Deceased)
Friends: Antonio, Sienna, Alexander, Mave, Jacquie, Achilles, Jesse, Allen, York, Cole, Angelo, Ricci, Eddie, D.J., Lian, Riley, Quinn, Wilde, Sam, Arianthe, James
Occupation: Notorious Don (Boss) of the Moretti Mafia family, based out of Chicago and Sicily
Location: Does a lot of traveling, but is typically found in Chicago, Sicily, Rome, or New York City; currently living in Chicago, IL

Vice: Wrath
Virtue: Compassion, Courage
Strong Points: Compassionate and kindhearted deep down- always willing to help his "family"; uses his wealth to help the community
Faults: Vindictive and unforgiving; quick to anger; distant and closed off; bleeding heart- if someone seems like they really need his help, he will do what he can
Religion: Was "baptized" into the Church of Decrox through a Ritual when he was a baby, but became a devout Catholic after awakening later on in life. He still hangs on to his Catholic faith, but does not hold out hope for Salvation in the end because of what he is and what he's done.
Quirks: easily flustered by classy women; extremely overprotective of his daughter, often to the point of violence; everyone who knows him personally thinks the world of him, and would gladly do him favors, should he ask
Traits: clean, organized, self-reliant, tough, high self control, materialistic, dislikes chaos, resolute, realist, trusting, hard working, dislikes unpredictability, prefers a technical specialized career, not worrying, leader, finisher, controlling, manipulative, prudent, modest, honorable, adventurous, does not like to be alone, intellectual, very practical, self-loathing, assertive, perfectionist, busy, altruistic, classy, traditional, lonely, likeable, beloved
Likes: His friends and family, classical music, Italy, Italian food, the color green, pinstripes, classy women, wine, romance, the "slow life", the country, a good book, culture, travel, finding people's "hidden talents"
Dislikes: being lied, taken advantage of, or betrayed; Rats; English food; being disrespected;

Bands on Playlist: Clint Mansell, Beethoven, Incubus

Name: Alexander Decroix
Relationship: Spiritual Adviser
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Name: Ricci Durand
Relationship: Friend / Mole / Caporegime / Heir
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Name: Jacquie Durand
Relationship: Friend / Caporegime
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Name: Maverick Durand
Relationship: Friend / Caporegime
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Name: Allen Sorretto
Relationship: Friend / Associate / Godson
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Name: Sam Sorretto
Relationship: Friend / Goddaughter
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Name: Riley Sorretto
Relationship: Friend / Goddaughter
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Name: Achilles Davenport
Relationship: Friend / Consigliere
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Name: Lian Dugan
Relationship: Friend / Caporegime
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Name: Cole
Relationship: Friend / Underboss
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Name: York
Relationship: Friend / Associate
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Name: Eddie
Relationship: Friend / Ally
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Name: D.J.
Relationship: Friend / Ally
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Name: Nash O'Dell
Relationship: Friend / Associate
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Name: Wilde Dugan
Relationship: Friend / Associate
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Name: Angelo
Relationship: Friend / Associate
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Name: Quinn Dugan
Relationship: Friend / Associate
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Name: James Fischer
Relationship: Long Lost relative / Doppleganger
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Name: Arianthe
Relationship: Newly Kindling flame / Friend / Emotional support
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Name: Antonio Calidori
Relationship: "Lifelong" friend
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Name: Sienna Moretti
Relationship: Adopted Daughter
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Name: Jesse Moretti
Relationship: Adopted Son / Lawyer
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