Name: Enzo Tuscini
Gender: Male
Age: 29
Personality: Polite, Respectful and Humble, he tried not to be a rude person, however that changes when he is fighting, becoming dominant and large in battle yet eerily calm, making his gang and the others know that he is no pushover. He is quite the smiler, not a grin or a mad face breaking lip curl but a small smile, making him quite sociable, even in the most uncomfortable situations, even if his smile drops he would never show negative attitude.
Bio: Born to two relatively poor parents he is a second generation Italian in America, his parents being the first generation, making the trip over to the New World in a the steamy guts of a cramped, trans-atlantic liner. Born in 1891, he was raised in the suburban sprawl, exposed to it's grey, gritty glory. His parents never did have enough money to give him a proper education, opting to send him to much cheaper night school, surrounded by people in their 30-40s trying to pick up education while they still have time he learnt that there were some problems in society. Instead of going of to normal 'day school' he and his father along with some other Italians piled into the back of truck and were driven to the farms on the outskirts of town, working long days under the sun to earn a Dime between us a week, which was enough -barely. After graduating school Enzo persued a career in law enforcment, becoming a police officer at 20, about a year later in 1912 while walking the streets his partner Ed was shot, he knew him since night school, though he was a good 20 years older he was as fit as Enzo, claiming that the farm air back west made him strong, though the stories annoyed him at the time, Enzo grew to miss them after the shooting of his friend. A few months afterwards he was given the opportunity by the FBI to find the killer who had apparently been part of the Opium black market, after landing the ass in prison for life the Feds were impressed with his work and offered him a deal he couldn't refuse, working under cover and job after job brought him to where he is now, deep undercover in the clockworks of an Italian Alchohol cartel, The Bracco's. Though not as a thug, which he thought he would be but as a chauffeud, driving people around and making pleasant conversation.
Appearance: 
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