Yes, I know I'm late.
Sylvester disguised as a Priest, without the sash, he'd be able to hide the tommygun inside if the outfit was big enough. During this assignment however, he had made a more forward approach.
"What's business is business. If this was personal, I'll make sure to let you know first before killing you."
Race: Human.
Age: Twenty-three.
Occupation: Hitman for the Silenziatore family, next-in-line Don.
Faction/Affiliation: Silenziatores
Sworn Enemies: Slavers, Business rivals, occasionally the Bureau, Agency, and Law Enforcement.
Hopeful Allies: Jin Hui Wei (Not an official ally, but contacted once.),
A thorough physical description: Black hair, sometimes bleached or dyed to evade police. Blue eyes. Stands at a fairly tall frame but isn't as muscular. Light skin tone, has the look of a scoundrel. Isn't the definition of handsome, but can cut it for some.
Weapons: A custom made marksmanship rifle, along with a .44 revolver, both weapons are similar in design with a black and silver sort of scheme. Neither are named. He does know his way around firearms enough to use them if they're not too complicated. For heavier engagements, prefers a drum Thompson.
Skills: Marksmanship, espionage, deception, and knifeplay. Has some capacity to psychologically and emotionally manipulate. Some capacity to modify or jeryrig weapons.
A young scion for the Silenziatore family, if he could be called one. Sylvester is a cold and calculating sort who was trained in the arts of assassination upon a young age, particularly to make him be able to stand up against any criminals after the crime family. Since age sixteen, he was given his first target. A bartender who wouldn't play ball with the family, records claim that Sylvester simply shot the man in the leg and escaped in the chaos as the policy had arrived to the scene. It was said that the bartender survived, but he had been traumatized by the "Look of murder in the kid's eyes." and wouldn't cease to mutter it. Word is that bartender is now in an asylum after a year in prison for violating the ban upon alcohol, which may imply that the man was trampled within the chaos, or it was more than just one shot to the knee that Sylvester has given him.
Due to the fact that much of his time was spent with the crime family, he has barely any time to spend with his biological. He was treated semi-harshly by his Grandfather in his attempt to condition his grandson even further. It's said that Sylver does his work with a straight face, failing to show any sort of glee or anger from a complete hit or a wound gained. These rare times of emotion only occur if Sylver personally believes that the target had deserved it. Some unexplained bullet-ridden deaths of slavers and crime lords may or may not have been connected to him, but the law enforcement was unable to convict him on the crime through evidence that led to others. Some believe that his completed hit rates made some Silenziatore capos may've died because of a hit put on them by the relentless Don. Although it may be believable that Sylvester does it for cash.
With the turbulent behavior of the Silenziatores as of late, and with Sylvester being next in line, it's unknown what he'll do in the cases of if he'll come in control of the family.
The current underboss "Red Lion" with members of the crime family.
Street Names/Nicknames: Silencers, Colorless Mafia, Colorless Mob, Silenziatores, Mietitrices, Reapers.
Races: Particularly open to all depending on the sect. Otherwise, is dominantly human with Loptyr, and Feliceae slaves, and Canisrir mercenaries.
How long it existed: A century and a half.
Crimes committed: Dependant on the sect, although anywhere from dominantly arms trafficking, to personnel trafficking, murder, bootlegging, fraud, larceny and money laundering.
Businesses in focus now: Arms trafficking, assassination, bootlegging, money laundering.
Sworn Enemies: Ivory Agency, Opal Bureau, Law Enforcement, rival crime families. Has a strong distaste for street gangs with nearly all members
Hopeful Allies: Little to none, although they do openly look for business partners.
Motivation/Goal: Profit.
Can splinters of this group exist?: Yes
Bio: Led initially by the ruthless crimelord Lanston Mietitrice, the Silenziatore family was dominantly the main feared Mafia force in Fiumerio up until his death. The capos ruled over their soldatos with an iron fist. Associates were sometimes screwed over and then terminated. Consiglieres often put bounty hits on those who had crossed the family. Lanston had came to Fiumerio initially to sell a genius creation from his homeland, wine. Being an immigrant, however: He was not granted the same rights as a natural citizen was, despite being of the same human race. His dream shattered and his money thought to be wasted, Lanston had turned into an embittered man who eventually started to think things out. Working with other disenfranchised immigrants and recruiting some of Fiumerio's own population and of the surrounding areas, the family had quickly became enemies of the state as they found many ways to make things lucrative. This involved having inserted moles inside companies whilst Lanston had invested in a number of businesses to violate the long standing alcohol prohibition act. Those who got cold feet were forced to agree with what Lanston demanded, unless they were killed. The Silenziatores were once spread up all over the East Coast until later on in the collapse of the group with the death of multiple capos, some even without heirs. Power had schismed as a result.
Lanston led the Mafia up until his nineties, where he had passed the group onto his own grandson, Lambert. He left Lambert with his diary, allowing his grandson to share the same bitterness as fate dealt him. Lambert carried this bitterness soon after being given the diary, as rival mobsters had sought the opportunity to try and decapitate the hydra of the Silenziatores: by and gunning up the man in his stay at the hotel after an illness. They failed to realize that Lambert was the last surviving heir, but had gunned down Lambert's parents in belief that they had no children. Two consiglieres who were absent upon the scene had took it upon themselves to quickly train Lambert into combat and leading the mob, loyal to Lanston until their last breath. Lambert had thence forward involved personal close friends into the business, although had to gun down one for selling them out to local families. For the next five decades, all sorts of violence was the king of the streets in Fiumerio. Police had struggled a long time coming to contain the problem, and the average life expectancy of a Sheriff in the county and a Chief in the city was anywhere from a week to five years if he was lucky. Corruption fueled the politicians to call for legal passage on the mob's activities, freeing some men out of jail before trial could be held.
A few more decades forward, present day, the Silenziatores have came back as one of the major crime forces in the city. Having eradicated two families, and the rest of the rivals having vacated to other cities under protection of former Silenziatore groups or their own skin. And the gunrunning and liquor running had not been the only things to be under the market that the Silenziatore's have. But now, it's something far more grimmer than anyone had ever thought. Some businesses in town could be a front for any of these activities. And those once seen on the streets could go missing whilst uttering their own, silent screams. And now it's not just human men going out with business, women and even Canisrir mercenaries are present too. And it's rumored that those stolen away have been taught to fight, implying the organization has had a long-running dirty secret.
The "Red Lion" with his men.
"What most men find as fearsome is something inexplicable that happens without explanation, so giving them the unexpected scare will make them less likely to fight as a normal man would."
Race: Stalker Feliceae
Age: Anywhere from late twenties to mid thirties
Occupation: Underboss of the Silenziatores
Faction/Affiliation: Silenziatores
Sworn Enemies: Whatever enemy the Don has. Has a strong distaste for slavery.
Allies: The whole Silenziatore family.
A thorough physical description: Red hair, orange slit-pupil eyes. Stands at a massive, muscular frame an an intimidating height of 6'4". Muscles show through his suit whilst having a far skin complexion. Possesses mutton chops as well as a full lower beard. Various light cut scars are over his face.
Skills: Hand-to-hand combat (various styles), very high physical strength. Capability to wrestle, and knows many vicious takedown moves. Rasputinian endurance. Some decent amount of flexibility, but lesser than average for Feliceae. Strategical thinking and prediction. Faster than normal regeneration.
A nigh living legend with an unknown name. The Red Lion was a man who was born a slave and put into illegal fighting rings for the pleasure of his owner. What his owner didn't expect is that the harsh treatment he gave the Red Lion (Which included cutting his tail to a stump, and constant physical beatings) along with the opponents he had pit him up against had only made the man stronger, due to his fans. Soon enough, he turned into a profitable aspect. Despite being cheated out of his money (and even knowing it), the Red Lion instead had done the work from the overwhelming support of his fans. Eventually, his talents had been watched by Sylvester and his parents, along with Lambert, who had sought the Red Lion as a powerhouse prospect, but had never fully considered it after learning his species. His respect for the Red Lion had dwindled as a result, but he became Sylvester's favorite pit fighter. It's said the boy had came to the ring if he had some spare time just to bet on the Red Lion, which the Red Lion in turn rarely disappointed.
A decade after, it's known that the Red Lion has bought his freedom out with a staggering amount that reached to more than three hundred thousand of Fiumerio's currency. It was unknown whether or not he had received help, but he had stayed in the ring at the prime of his life. Usually taking down opponents with a single punch as his muscle mass had grown, and the sight of him being an opponent had even intimidated whoever was facing him to concede the match or never show up. Only few have outright died from the Red Lion's muscular prowess, which he sees as disappointing and guilty both. When in the ring, however - Metaphorical or no, he's not one to pull his punches. His fame and then straight earnings had even made his former owner jealous, which the man tried to coerce the Red Lion into a contact. The fighter, knowing better, had let the man off with a warning. The owner had two slaves shoot him with pistols in exchange for their freedom, only to be punched out the window of the second floor of the motel room. The owner was paralyzed from the waist down, while the Red Lion had run red of his own blood, picking out the bullets and welcoming the slaves to his home (whom were too flabbergasted to see their high and powerful owner had been laid out with just one blow.), and said that it's a place to stay for now.
The bullet wounds had mended themselves without medical care. And most of the muscle that had caught it was then better during a one month leave. This event had caughof at the Silenziatore's attention. And when the Red Lion had used his winnings to buy the freedom of those who once were born like him, he had a sizable group of associates which had worked at his own establishment. He still arrives to the fighting rings at this date to earn money on the side. While his establishment became a reputable restaurant, ran by him and the former slaves of multiple people. His only ideal now is to have a future where his kind is fully free from the jaws of slavery and tyranny, and to educate those of a brighter, accepting future. And upon noticing his selfmade future, Lambert had finally conceded and allowed him inside of the Silenziatore at Sylvester's insistence. Eventually, the Red Lion was made a psuedo-Underboss as his front was used at night as a storeroom. And his reputation made him the least to expect out of anyone.
Sylvester disguised as a Priest, without the sash, he'd be able to hide the tommygun inside if the outfit was big enough. During this assignment however, he had made a more forward approach.
"What's business is business. If this was personal, I'll make sure to let you know first before killing you."
Sylvester "Sylver" L. Silenziatore.
Race: Human.
Age: Twenty-three.
Occupation: Hitman for the Silenziatore family, next-in-line Don.
Faction/Affiliation: Silenziatores
Sworn Enemies: Slavers, Business rivals, occasionally the Bureau, Agency, and Law Enforcement.
Hopeful Allies: Jin Hui Wei (Not an official ally, but contacted once.),
A thorough physical description: Black hair, sometimes bleached or dyed to evade police. Blue eyes. Stands at a fairly tall frame but isn't as muscular. Light skin tone, has the look of a scoundrel. Isn't the definition of handsome, but can cut it for some.
Weapons: A custom made marksmanship rifle, along with a .44 revolver, both weapons are similar in design with a black and silver sort of scheme. Neither are named. He does know his way around firearms enough to use them if they're not too complicated. For heavier engagements, prefers a drum Thompson.
Skills: Marksmanship, espionage, deception, and knifeplay. Has some capacity to psychologically and emotionally manipulate. Some capacity to modify or jeryrig weapons.
A young scion for the Silenziatore family, if he could be called one. Sylvester is a cold and calculating sort who was trained in the arts of assassination upon a young age, particularly to make him be able to stand up against any criminals after the crime family. Since age sixteen, he was given his first target. A bartender who wouldn't play ball with the family, records claim that Sylvester simply shot the man in the leg and escaped in the chaos as the policy had arrived to the scene. It was said that the bartender survived, but he had been traumatized by the "Look of murder in the kid's eyes." and wouldn't cease to mutter it. Word is that bartender is now in an asylum after a year in prison for violating the ban upon alcohol, which may imply that the man was trampled within the chaos, or it was more than just one shot to the knee that Sylvester has given him.
Due to the fact that much of his time was spent with the crime family, he has barely any time to spend with his biological. He was treated semi-harshly by his Grandfather in his attempt to condition his grandson even further. It's said that Sylver does his work with a straight face, failing to show any sort of glee or anger from a complete hit or a wound gained. These rare times of emotion only occur if Sylver personally believes that the target had deserved it. Some unexplained bullet-ridden deaths of slavers and crime lords may or may not have been connected to him, but the law enforcement was unable to convict him on the crime through evidence that led to others. Some believe that his completed hit rates made some Silenziatore capos may've died because of a hit put on them by the relentless Don. Although it may be believable that Sylvester does it for cash.
With the turbulent behavior of the Silenziatores as of late, and with Sylvester being next in line, it's unknown what he'll do in the cases of if he'll come in control of the family.
The current underboss "Red Lion" with members of the crime family.
Mietitrice Mafia (Later called Silenziatore Family)
Street Names/Nicknames: Silencers, Colorless Mafia, Colorless Mob, Silenziatores, Mietitrices, Reapers.
Races: Particularly open to all depending on the sect. Otherwise, is dominantly human with Loptyr, and Feliceae slaves, and Canisrir mercenaries.
How long it existed: A century and a half.
Crimes committed: Dependant on the sect, although anywhere from dominantly arms trafficking, to personnel trafficking, murder, bootlegging, fraud, larceny and money laundering.
Businesses in focus now: Arms trafficking, assassination, bootlegging, money laundering.
Sworn Enemies: Ivory Agency, Opal Bureau, Law Enforcement, rival crime families. Has a strong distaste for street gangs with nearly all members
Hopeful Allies: Little to none, although they do openly look for business partners.
Motivation/Goal: Profit.
Can splinters of this group exist?: Yes
Bio: Led initially by the ruthless crimelord Lanston Mietitrice, the Silenziatore family was dominantly the main feared Mafia force in Fiumerio up until his death. The capos ruled over their soldatos with an iron fist. Associates were sometimes screwed over and then terminated. Consiglieres often put bounty hits on those who had crossed the family. Lanston had came to Fiumerio initially to sell a genius creation from his homeland, wine. Being an immigrant, however: He was not granted the same rights as a natural citizen was, despite being of the same human race. His dream shattered and his money thought to be wasted, Lanston had turned into an embittered man who eventually started to think things out. Working with other disenfranchised immigrants and recruiting some of Fiumerio's own population and of the surrounding areas, the family had quickly became enemies of the state as they found many ways to make things lucrative. This involved having inserted moles inside companies whilst Lanston had invested in a number of businesses to violate the long standing alcohol prohibition act. Those who got cold feet were forced to agree with what Lanston demanded, unless they were killed. The Silenziatores were once spread up all over the East Coast until later on in the collapse of the group with the death of multiple capos, some even without heirs. Power had schismed as a result.
Lanston led the Mafia up until his nineties, where he had passed the group onto his own grandson, Lambert. He left Lambert with his diary, allowing his grandson to share the same bitterness as fate dealt him. Lambert carried this bitterness soon after being given the diary, as rival mobsters had sought the opportunity to try and decapitate the hydra of the Silenziatores: by and gunning up the man in his stay at the hotel after an illness. They failed to realize that Lambert was the last surviving heir, but had gunned down Lambert's parents in belief that they had no children. Two consiglieres who were absent upon the scene had took it upon themselves to quickly train Lambert into combat and leading the mob, loyal to Lanston until their last breath. Lambert had thence forward involved personal close friends into the business, although had to gun down one for selling them out to local families. For the next five decades, all sorts of violence was the king of the streets in Fiumerio. Police had struggled a long time coming to contain the problem, and the average life expectancy of a Sheriff in the county and a Chief in the city was anywhere from a week to five years if he was lucky. Corruption fueled the politicians to call for legal passage on the mob's activities, freeing some men out of jail before trial could be held.
A few more decades forward, present day, the Silenziatores have came back as one of the major crime forces in the city. Having eradicated two families, and the rest of the rivals having vacated to other cities under protection of former Silenziatore groups or their own skin. And the gunrunning and liquor running had not been the only things to be under the market that the Silenziatore's have. But now, it's something far more grimmer than anyone had ever thought. Some businesses in town could be a front for any of these activities. And those once seen on the streets could go missing whilst uttering their own, silent screams. And now it's not just human men going out with business, women and even Canisrir mercenaries are present too. And it's rumored that those stolen away have been taught to fight, implying the organization has had a long-running dirty secret.
The "Red Lion" with his men.
"What most men find as fearsome is something inexplicable that happens without explanation, so giving them the unexpected scare will make them less likely to fight as a normal man would."
??? "Red Lion" ???
Race: Stalker Feliceae
Age: Anywhere from late twenties to mid thirties
Occupation: Underboss of the Silenziatores
Faction/Affiliation: Silenziatores
Sworn Enemies: Whatever enemy the Don has. Has a strong distaste for slavery.
Allies: The whole Silenziatore family.
A thorough physical description: Red hair, orange slit-pupil eyes. Stands at a massive, muscular frame an an intimidating height of 6'4". Muscles show through his suit whilst having a far skin complexion. Possesses mutton chops as well as a full lower beard. Various light cut scars are over his face.
Skills: Hand-to-hand combat (various styles), very high physical strength. Capability to wrestle, and knows many vicious takedown moves. Rasputinian endurance. Some decent amount of flexibility, but lesser than average for Feliceae. Strategical thinking and prediction. Faster than normal regeneration.
A nigh living legend with an unknown name. The Red Lion was a man who was born a slave and put into illegal fighting rings for the pleasure of his owner. What his owner didn't expect is that the harsh treatment he gave the Red Lion (Which included cutting his tail to a stump, and constant physical beatings) along with the opponents he had pit him up against had only made the man stronger, due to his fans. Soon enough, he turned into a profitable aspect. Despite being cheated out of his money (and even knowing it), the Red Lion instead had done the work from the overwhelming support of his fans. Eventually, his talents had been watched by Sylvester and his parents, along with Lambert, who had sought the Red Lion as a powerhouse prospect, but had never fully considered it after learning his species. His respect for the Red Lion had dwindled as a result, but he became Sylvester's favorite pit fighter. It's said the boy had came to the ring if he had some spare time just to bet on the Red Lion, which the Red Lion in turn rarely disappointed.
A decade after, it's known that the Red Lion has bought his freedom out with a staggering amount that reached to more than three hundred thousand of Fiumerio's currency. It was unknown whether or not he had received help, but he had stayed in the ring at the prime of his life. Usually taking down opponents with a single punch as his muscle mass had grown, and the sight of him being an opponent had even intimidated whoever was facing him to concede the match or never show up. Only few have outright died from the Red Lion's muscular prowess, which he sees as disappointing and guilty both. When in the ring, however - Metaphorical or no, he's not one to pull his punches. His fame and then straight earnings had even made his former owner jealous, which the man tried to coerce the Red Lion into a contact. The fighter, knowing better, had let the man off with a warning. The owner had two slaves shoot him with pistols in exchange for their freedom, only to be punched out the window of the second floor of the motel room. The owner was paralyzed from the waist down, while the Red Lion had run red of his own blood, picking out the bullets and welcoming the slaves to his home (whom were too flabbergasted to see their high and powerful owner had been laid out with just one blow.), and said that it's a place to stay for now.
The bullet wounds had mended themselves without medical care. And most of the muscle that had caught it was then better during a one month leave. This event had caughof at the Silenziatore's attention. And when the Red Lion had used his winnings to buy the freedom of those who once were born like him, he had a sizable group of associates which had worked at his own establishment. He still arrives to the fighting rings at this date to earn money on the side. While his establishment became a reputable restaurant, ran by him and the former slaves of multiple people. His only ideal now is to have a future where his kind is fully free from the jaws of slavery and tyranny, and to educate those of a brighter, accepting future. And upon noticing his selfmade future, Lambert had finally conceded and allowed him inside of the Silenziatore at Sylvester's insistence. Eventually, the Red Lion was made a psuedo-Underboss as his front was used at night as a storeroom. And his reputation made him the least to expect out of anyone.
