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Your real name. No aliases: we'll figure it out sooner or later and you'll be less one job immediately. |
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| *lifts a dark eyebrow* I already spoke to Mars about it. *politely, but with a don't mess with it tone to his voice* Matteo Vinaccia. *nods slightly at any expressed surprise* | |
| So, is that just between you and me, or do you have somethin' else you'd rather we call ya? | |
| That is very much between you and me, yes. Apparently, I'm dead. *flashes a grin* I'm going by Matthew Scarlotti for the moment, so put that on your file or whatever, please. Friends call me Matty or just plain Matt. Forget you heard the name Vinaccia. | |
| How old are ya? | |
| Twenty four. *nods* *flexes long, surprisingly elegant fingers* | |
| Say I die tonight an' there are new guys at the door tomorrow when ya come in for work. How do they know it's you? What do you look like? | |
| *grins some* It's all in the eyes, pal. *and indeed it is, his most striking features are his startlingly icy blue eyes* *otherwise, is about 5'11 or so, and muscular, with short, dark brown hair and sharp, handsome features* *quirks a smile that can be either very sexy, or quite disturbingly scary* | |
| Right. What's your background like? And got any education -- can ya read an' write? | |
| *snorts a bit* Private tutors. I would hope I can read and write. And my background is really none of your business, now is it? *coolly* I'm not dead, that's all you need to know. And I do strongly suggest you keep it to yourself. *flashes another grin* *is the youngest son of deceased Manhattan crime lord Don Angelo Vinaccia, who was murdered last year by his former employee and surrogate daughter* *Matty himself was assumed dead in the attack that fractured the Vinaccia crime empire into small pieces, keeping his survival a secret in order to lengthen a life span that would definitely be shortened if news of his escape got out* | |
| Describe yourself, your personality. | |
| *laughs* Why? *shrugs a bit and picks up a drink from the table in front of him* Isn't it more fun to find out for yourself? *shrugs* I am who I am. Can't take the heat, get out of the kitchen. *chuckles a bit to himself* I'm a simple soul. *loves wine, women, and a good brawl* *knows he's none too brilliant at the business side of crime, which is the main reason he's chosen to not try to take over his father's former empire quite yet; he's still deciding on how and when to make his return to the Manhattan underworld* | |
| Criminal record, prior arrests or convictions to speak of? | |
| *chuckles* There are a few coppers who would love to get their chops on me. But since they think I'm dead... *grins* My record's clean now. | |
| Got any family around, or friends? | |
| *snorts a bit and takes a drink* Well, my family's dead. And good riddance to them. *hated his calculating, greedy father, and equally disagreeable brother, and resents the loss of their empire more than the loss of them as people* I have friends. *shrugs evasively* And my girl's still around. *smirks some, because his former lover is going to get quite a shock when he does turn up alive to reclaim her* | |
| What're your skills, an' what kind of job do you want? | |
| *smirks more over the edge of his glass* *puts it down* I enforce. *is very good at it, too, and enjoys it immensely* *doesn't have the tactical abilities required for running an entire crime empire, has always been better at being the leader of the grunts, the thugs* *is aware of this, and is able to capitalize on it* | |
| Anything else? | |
| *chuckles and finishes his drink* I don't think so. *catches sight of Tea and saunters off to renew old acquaintances without excusing himself from the interview* | |
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