[center][color=gold][h1][b]Giovanni Lionson[/b][/h1][/color]
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Vanni looked down at the boy with a ticked face, fangs showing. He knew what Oji-san meant. And he certainly wasn't that old. Before, he felt sorry for these kids. Living in a slum place like this. It was almost parallel to his roots. And without parents... you knew what happened to those kids. They died within a week of being an orphan and if you're unlucky, and a girl, you were taken away to 'a better place'. He almost snorted. The better place meant being sold to some rich white man from Europe or if you're slightly luckier, a cam girl. It was disgusting but life. With no proper orphanages, those kids would die. Looking over the field of young faces, seeing the worried look on their faces, he softened.

These upstarts... they were young. Very young. One girl was holding an infant in her hands. He looked at the boy who greeted him and set a hand on the boy's hair and ruffled it. Looking over the masses, he grinned. "[color=gold]First off, I'm not an oji-san. If yer goin' ta refer me as anythin', refer to me as ni-san or Vanni. I'm 'ere ta save yer butts. How do I know?[/color]" He paused, looking down at the boy. "[color=gold]Dem big gangs are putting up sum bounties on ya'll, that's how I heard. And how do I save ya'll from yer impendin' doom?[/color]" His whisper of a song gathered enough power for him to release it all and for the young gangsters to feel the power. The power coursed through their body, feeling enlightened as they felt themselves become lighter, their strength tripled, and the feeling of refreshment was almost addictive. And it was all gone. He grinned. "[color=gold]That is how I'm goin' ta save yer butts.[/color]"