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Arkadios
Legacy Name: Arkadios

The Hydrus Irion
Owner: Vanana

Age: 14 years, 11 months, 3 weeks

Born: May 6th, 2009

Adopted: 14 years, 11 months, 3 weeks ago (Legacy)

Adopted: May 6th, 2009 (Legacy)

Statistics

• Level: 23
   
• Strength: 41
   
• Defense: 40
   
• Speed: 33
   
• Health: 12
   
• HP: 12/12
   
• Intelligence: 0
   
• Books Read: 0
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Unemployed

THE MESSENGER

I have with me two gods, Persuasion and Compulsion.
- Themistocles (527 BC - 460 BC), from Plutarch, Lives

BASICS;

Full Name: Arkadios Vitale
Alias(es): Ark, Cade, Dios, Rat-Bastard
Age: 27
Birthday: 15th of March
Orientation: . . . bloodsexual?
Ethnicity: Italian, Black
Language(s): English, Italian

Personality: Where to begin with this guy? Ark's as charming as a full-grown tiger on meds -- loopy, cuddly, and just whimsical enough to not maul your face off. There's very little rhyme and reason to the way he works, and nothing that can't be explained with a sheepish grin and an "Oops. Didn't mean that." There's no distinction between work and play for Ark, no real sense of professionalism other than suiting up and dressing nice every once and a while (because who knows when you'll die, so you might as well dress like you're heading to your funeral). He's not fastidious with his looks unlike some people, a laid-back kind of guy, someone you'd have drinks over or watch a game with.

Which isn't too far from the truth because let's face it -- Ark loves life. He loves living life, loves all the booze and the people, the dancing and the joy and family and sex. He loves blowing shit up and cracking open heads with that satisfying crunch. He loves watching you watch your blood drip from the split in your skull or your limb blown off to the far side of the room, landing next to the bodies of your loved ones. Ark loves that you'll hate him for that, wish he'll die for it. Because if there's one thing Ark exists for, it's to remind you that life's worth living for -- or was, anyway.

And that's why he's happier than you are.

Representative animal: Baby orca

APPEARANCE;

Height: 6'2"
Body: He's not as heavily built as he can be, but he's bulky enough. Long legs, broad shoulders. Has an active lifestyle. Sometimes plays those boxing games on Wii Sports.
Hair: Dark brown, curly, cut close to his head.
Eyes: The boy has long eyelashes. Gray.
Skintone: "Mocha" comes to mind, as disgustingly romantic as it is.
Marking(s): None
Tattoo(s): To be determined
Piercing(s): Standard ear piercings.
Other: Hates peanut butter and most mollusks. He has excellent marksmanship, but sucks at dart-playing. No one really knows why.

HISTORY;

There's not much to tell about Ark. His mother was a biracial Italian model; his father is the Capodecina of a mafia. They got together and Ark was the outcome of their love. And love they did. Ark's parents were very much devoted to one another, even though there was no legal marriage binding them. Eventually, Ark's mother agreed to start a family with Victor. She dropped the pills and added a baby bump to her lithe, million-dollar figure. Did this keep her from modeling? Of course not.

A few years after Ark was born, his mother was killed in a crossfire. That's the way it goes, especially with this life, and so a heartbroken Victor took the three-year old Ark into the family fold and trained him as his own. Victor was a dismal man after his lover's death, utterly inconsolable. So it was no surprise when the man shot himself over his beloved's grave. Ark was fourteen at the time. He thought the act was poetic, if a little tasteless.

Skip a couple of years forward and we have Ark enjoying the very satisfactory life of a Vitale hitman. He's well-loved by the family and a favorite of the boss. The Vitales are an exclusive bunch made rich by a successful line of clubs and casinos with black-marketing on the side. They're locked in a network of connections, far-ranged and unimaginable. Needless to say, Ark is -- if not well-protected -- a well-supported man. And he's quite aware of this position.

In fantasy roleplays, Ark is the henchman of a witch.

RELATIONSHIPS;

Father: Victor Vitale
Mother: Alexis Lenoir
Siblings(s): None
Friend(s): Innumerable. They probably don't all consider him as such, but are damned if they ever say this out loud.
Lover(s): Flings here and there.
Infatuation(s): Nathair Alder
Rival(s): --
Enemies: Many, which include (but are not limited to): Zeke Lisbon, Yuri Sokolov

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