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Name: Francesco Jacob Holstene and innumerable other aliases, but the most widely used one is "John Doe."

Age: 29

Gender: Harambe the Gorilla spliced with an apache attack helicopter 

Appearance: He is 5'11 with deep black hair and penetrating blue eyes. His hair is well-matted and splits on the left side of his head, with a high hairline at the front whilst a low one on the sides. Francesco has a moderately strong chin but it looks much more elongated with his weak cheeks. His eyebrows are thin and scraggly and he has relatively little facial hair to speak of. He has a very lean build; he possess little more strength than the average man but he has flexibility in abundance, with a relatively wide but skinny frame. The man's voice is naturally tenor-bass with a few cracks of alto peeping in, having a smooth leathery quality to it, if possible to imagine. He prefers to dress very "snappily" with impeccable buttoned shirts often of silk, good semi-formal shoes and jeans or black/beige pants. 

However, all of these physical descriptions are simply lost on Francesco for the reason he loves to modify himself to hide identity, just in case. He is an expert make-up artist, changing hair colour with dye, eye colour with contact lenses, complexion with various powders, putting on fake mustaches, and other such things even going as far as altering facial structure. He will drastically change his clothing, and will even speak with a radically different tone making him a perfect impersonator or disguiser of himself and those around him if a cameraman is needed. 
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Agency/Organization: An agent of free-speech, bitch. If there's an Evangelist with a side-chick, he'll find out. If a gay rights activist is a pedophile, he'll find out. If the government is fucking with a minority, he'll find out. The bane of many companies and agencies he's only walking because his Will may or may not contain information to be released upon death. If there's a juicy controversy, something that will make people angry and click a link to his article, he'll find it. If there's a story that will get him money, chances are he'll have it, leading him to working with nearly every mainstream media source or even various fringe sources for more whacky subscribers.

Education: He went through a very normal education, elementary school, high-school, university for a major in journalism and minor and whatever arts he could get with a year in foreign exchange (Canada) and night-school for a Master's in Business Analysis followed. For the last five years he's been a journalist working at first for a mainstream media source, before two years later going independent. From there he's learned much, from evading security guards and police to how to tell when someone's lying. 

Background: Francesco was born to a rather normal family in Alexandria Bay, New York. He got raised relatively well, albeit he rebelled against this not because he is naturally rebellious but rather because of the repetitiveness and mundanity of all that was presented to him. Later on in school, he was somewhat bullied, but had other friends to help him through it. In school, things were harder. He became a classic goth after some poor influence and a pretty goth girl that refused his attention set... terms. 

However, he graduated, and still didn't get her love, whilst only being alienated from peers and family, not to mention getting into drugs and good marks only by the fact he's a good cheater on tests.

He applied to university for journalism, finally laying off the goth act. However, at this point he was quite socially inadequate. Francesco was repeatedly told to be himself to get friends and others to like him, yet being himself did nothing. Eventually, he decided to join a fraternity. The rite of entry was relatively simple, have dog shit sprayed on you, be beaten senseless and then recite the anthem perfectly backwards with a rodent in your pants. All in a day's work.

However, after the initiation things went... odd. The party that followed was quite good, the drinks were tasty and the girls hot but it got weird. People started pulling out masks and laughing as though somebody pulled out helium or something. They started roaming the streets screaming and swearing and eventually got down an alley. It had a homeless man, trying to sleep but tonight would not be his night. The young people started accosting him and then beating him, all while having those weird fucking laughs. Maybe that's what the balloons were for.

Eventually somebody pullet out a knife and cut the poor bastard open, and everyone just kept laughing and enjoying themselves, even Francesco had a little giggle, despite in his mind knowing how utterly fucked up this all was. Then somebody pulled out his guts, made weird noises as though having a light snack (Francesco was busy throwing up) and then when he turned back they were laidd out in an arch with two lines in it; it looked like a harp or some other cryptic shit the lad couldn't put his finger on. Eventually he got lost amongst the alleys, drunk, confused and with the dawning realization of what happened. The last thing he saw before passing out was some red faced bastard with a horned mask on giggling. When he woke up and returned to the campus, everyone was drunk or passed out, and nobody could seem to remember the things that happened the night prior. Francesco was all calm, realizing that it was all delusions and drunken dreams. 

The student went on to a normal day at school, and had forgot all about the party until he went to take off his shoes back in the dorm, to see a bit of bloody skin and ichor covered bits of human stuck in them. He pulled out his phone, opened google maps and moments later ran to the Lutheran church a few blocks away. 

While it was far from the major or final thing to cement the personality of Francesco, it did a decent part in making him how he is. He put on a new face, cheerful, exciting, the centre of attention! But he sure as hell knew he wasn't going to be himself anymore. He graduated with near perfect scores, packed his shit and left town to never return again, making his journalistic career.

Several years, jobs, and bits of experience later he is now going to some fuckhole nobody heard of. But hey, juicy shit was happening there with people dying and that's exactly what would get the clicks. 

Personality: On the outside, Francesco is ultra-composed. However, internally he is a paranoid wrack of nerves always looking for a catch in an agreement or for someone to be creeping around behind him. There are a few occasional give-aways to this; his swivel quite a lot when he is at work or nervous, and he is always looking at various reflective surfaces like car windows so that it will not be obvious that he may be looking at someone or something. 

Likes: Money, music and arts of nearly any variety if played well. Otherwise quite neuter in preferences although from occasion to occasion he will enjoy something else. 

Dislikes: Violence (upon him, otherwise it doesn't matter), rudeness and lack of manners. Also relatively neuter in what he does and doesn't like although of course with variations in context. 

Fears: It is hard to describe even by Francesco himself what exactly he fears. If forced, the closest thing he could say is a sort of tortured death. Pain long lasting followed by his demise. His story unfinished, his children not yet even grown or existing, no family, his life unaccomplished and his last moments horrid. This is what he truly fears. 

Skills:
Gifted(+5): Interrogation, Persuade
Adept(+3): Disguise, Awareness, Stealth
Average(+2): SERE, Tactical Driving, Law
Novice(+1): Forensics, Criminology, Psychology, Computer Science

Weaknesses: Francesco is a very instinctive and impulsive person; if someone unexpectedly opens the door to his room he'll probably already be half-way out the window before the door is fully opened. He has poor sight for which he wears contact lenses (or glasses, depending on the persona he wants to put on) as well as heavily damaged hearing for which he has an in-ear aide. Finally, as said earlier he is horribly paranoid (albeit for good reason) particularly making casual interactions difficult, that being the one of the reasons he is an independent journalist rather than working in an agency. 

Off-Duty Clothing/Equipment (identical to "on-duty") : He wears in addition to his clothing, a hidden recorder and button camera upon himself at most times. 
Clothing: Whatever the situation and persona he is playing demands, but in the few times he is unafraid and at ease he will generally wear semi-formal clothing practical for any occasion be it a reception or running the hell away from police. 
Weapons: He's such a Chad he doesn't need weapons
Tools/Equipment: An expensive camera and dictaphone, pen, paper, a considerable amount of money and credit card, two disposable phones and one proper iphone.


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