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[color=FADA5E][b]Name:[/b][/color] Napoli “Baby Face” Fiordilatte
[color=FADA5E][b]Age:[/b][/color] 26
[color=FADA5E][b]Appearance:[/b][/color] As his nickname might imply, Napoli possesses a youthful air and a perpetually beautiful face. Despite years spent experiencing humanity’s less savory side, the Italian maintains the boyish charm of his youth. At a glance one might find it hard to believe that the former sniper is indeed a former sniper, much less that he’s become involved with the American underbelly. Whether it be the light sun-kissed skin, the baby blue eyes, or the soft yellow hair that appears perpetually windswept, Napoli is not what one might expect from an experience criminal. Still, despite his boyish charms, Napoli can still be somewhat imposing when he has to be, a height over six feet will easily enable such a feat. In addition if one looks closely, or has a chance to voyeur when Napoli lacks a shirt, they’ll notice the well developed muscles the former soldier has amassed. In addition a few scars on his chest and stomach still exist from the years on the trench. 

Still it is rare to see the Italian angry, he’d much rather run around with the dumb grin he’s become renowned for. His choice of clothing also reveals more about his personality, while he’d much prefer the looser rags he grew up accustomed to, the Italian is quite aware that his position requires more class. Thus a multi-piece suit is common, even if the pieces aren’t all properly fastened. The Italian’s primary wardrobe usually consists of muted browns and yellows, and if it weren’t for interference from Vivianne, it’s unlikely he’d ever maintain any sort of colour coordination or indeed fashion aesthetic at all. 
[color=FADA5E][b]Ethnicity/Nationality:[/b][/color] Born in Naples, Italy; immigrated to America with Vivianne Laurent in 1919.
[color=FADA5E][b]Affiliation:[/b][/color] Napoli Fiordilatte, as his name might imply, is tied up with many different factions that currently call New York their home. He has loose ties to the Morellos and the Jewish Mob, he’s a black sheep of the Fiordilatte Family, both the Cassidy Crew and the Scarpellos have had dealings with him, and the rest of La Familia knows the Italians name. Of course, due the nature of Napoli’s role in the criminal underbelly, none of this should serve as any surprise. See Napoli acts as a mediator on many of the illegal business dealings the factions of New York must engage in. Since the Carroll Gardens are a neutral ground after all, Napoli is able to use his club as a safe haven for such dealings. Only the completely new and completely stupid have ever picked a fight inside Club Sodeux, and thus it works out both in the Club’s favor for the business it draws and the favor of the gangs. Of course, such affiliations are only secondary to Napoli’s true allegiance: one Vivianne Laurent and her addictions. It’s hard to get on Napoli’s blacklist, but disrespecting Vivianne is the only surefire way. 

Of course that’s assuming the offender survives such an encounter. 
[color=FADA5E][b]Occupation:[/b][/color] Co-Owner of Club Sodeux, “Professional Grifter”, Totally not a Con-Artist, Part-time Chef, [s]Host[/s], [s]Club Sodeux Pin-up Model[/s]
[color=FADA5E][b]Skillset:[/b][/color] If there’s one thing Napoli is known for, it’d be his slick tongue. The young Italian has acquired the blessings of the American Dream through his charms and little bit of grit. He’s quick with a joke or to light up your smoke and there’s no place he’d rather be than charming the locals. Those that have had the (mis)fortune to meet the face of Club Sodeux often remark about the Italian’s gift with words. Whether it be the punishing puns, the witty witticisms, or just his goofy grin, few can keep a straight face when Napoli is speaking. This ability to get people to laugh plays a large role in his skill when it comes to cutting deals and drawing in customers. Of course when he’s not being a smooth tongue, Napoli might be seen in basement of Club Sodeux practicing his shooting on the makeshift range or his fencing on the piste Vivianne built as a birthday present a few years back. Despite the many years since the end of the war, Napoli has maintained his skill as both a sniper and a duelist. However normally when such a situation arises he allows to Vivianne to handle to gunplay. The Great War left the Italian with a slight distaste for violence, although he will still kill if necessary. 

Outside of being the face of Club Sodeux, Napoli has begun handling some of the club’s finances particularly when it relates to money matters of their less than reputable investors. Although he does have to handle some of the more general money affairs whenever Vivianne feels that her addiction is interested in becoming another illicit investor. In addition some of the Club’s most popular recipes, both of the legal and illegal, wet and dry, food and drink varieties have come from the young Italian. During the lunch time hours in particular, when the primary customers need food not drink, Napoli will often be the one in kitchen prepping the meals. Surprisingly, the Italian does have a decent voice and experience with the piano, although time for playing rarely comes up, especially since his partner outclasses him in every sense.
[color=FADA5E][b]Property:[/b][/color] [s]Vivianne Laurent[/s], Club Sodeux, a scoped Modello 1891 from his wartime days, an old rapier he stole from his dad.
[color=FADA5E][b]History:[/b][/color] Crime may have run in his blood, but that didn’t mean it ran in his heart. The Italian was born, as his name might suggest, in Naples, Italy as a bastard. His birth had been the result of a dalliance between a young maid and the head of the Fiordilatte Family. Napoli was not the first of such births, far from it, but he had the misfortune of losing his mother at an early age and being forced to stay at the Fiordilatte estate. Of course despite his last name and his blood, staying at the estate simply meant he had to take care of it alongside the other servants. It’s not hard to imagine the poor treatment he received as a result, particularly when half of the family's wealth came from illegal sources. Somehow tho, the boy managed to always maintain his smiles and jokes. 

When the Great War started, Napoli saw his opportunity to escape. 

Like many other young boys, Napoli saw it as a chance to escape, explore the world and make some good money. Since Italy did not join at the start of the war, Napoli quickly enlisted in the French Foreign Legion, although he did hope his fellow Italians wouldn’t double back on their word not to fight. When the boy departed for France, all he had with him was a rapier he stole from his father’s cache, and a M91 he borrowed from an Italian rifle club. 

Like many other young boys, Napoli soon learned this would not be a quick or easy war. 

Just a few weeks after enlisting, the Italian found himself in the back of a cab driven by a rather intimidating young woman. Of course her glare did little to slow down his jesting with her and his other cab mates. Vivianne Laurent, as she had reluctantly introduced herself, was someone the Italian would never forget. However at the time, Napoli had no way of knowing the resulting fortunes of this chance meeting. 

The rest of the war is not something Napoli speaks much of, what can be ascertained is that Napoli was one of the war’s first snipers and that he served in both the Italian and French trenches. More importantly however, the Italian would often find himself entrusting his life, and vice versa, to the father of one Vivianne Laurent. When the war finally ended, the two men, much to a certain french girl’s chagrin, came back singing as brothers in arms. Napoli hadn’t planned on staying at the french household for long, it was simply a way to collect himself as he figured out the best plan to escape his family for good. 

Vivianne gave him a new reason for living. As might be expected, the italian boy and the french girl became friends and then soon that friendship blossomed into something else. For a little bit that two tried out living in Italy, before eventually deciding that the American Dream was too good to pass up. So like many others, the two became immigrants to a foreign land with foreign customs. They adapted however, and founded a club known as Club Soda, fully intent on capitalizing on the American capacity to have a good time using their new wealth from the war. 

Then the nation went dry and things fell apart. 

With the first club little more than a wet dream now, Vivianne eventually saved Napoli once again. Club Sodeux was born, as Napoli capitalized on his heritage and spoke to members of the Fiordilatte Family in America to establish their speakeasy. Despite some initial misgivings, the Italian soon found himself enjoying their new criminal enterprise, and the business of the new club was booming. By the time 1922 rolled around, the two had become completely embedded in New York’s criminal underbelly.  
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