[center][color=gold][h1][b]Giovanni Lionson[/b][/h1][/color]
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Vanni was directed to an old storage facility, in the inner ring of the large district. His thoughts were on the quest he had accepted a few hours ago. A chance to lead your own gang? That sounded amazing to him! The free apartment wouldn't be important if these Imps had a base of operations. Sure he would probably be facing hordes of gangsters but with his power? He would be able to beat them with ease. Humming the tune to "Welcome to Jamrock" by Damian Marley, he eventually stopped in front of the building of the exact description. The man who he asked from looked at him funny but gave him the directions anyways. Probably thought he was suicidal or something. Shaking his heads of these sorts of thoughts, he took another deep drag of his joint before knocking on the large, wooden doors. "[color=gold]Hey mon! I heard ya needed help?[/color]"