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Character Information:Full Name: Firo Prochainezo
Series: Baccano!
Canon point: Right at the start of the 1933 book
The Slash, immediately after he knocks over the dominos and faces the wrath of Isaac and Miria
Age: 21
Species: Human (the immortality is an acquired trait)
Appearance/PB: http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j268/Chaoticdust/Baccano/FiroProchainezo.jpg
Appearance upon arrival: Frazzled, angry and right in the middle of yelling at someone, but undamaged.
History:Previous RP memories: From
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vanishingrp Bringing someone along?: Nope
Character History: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Baccano!_characters#Martillo_family
While at Vanishing Point RP, he became very attached to Russia and Estonia (Both from the series 'Hetalia'), accepting them basically as family members. Delving into traumatic events from their lives made him more determined to stay up to date with events world wide, as opposed to focusing only on the events concerning his Family in his city. Due to an unfortunate argument over Russia, he developed slightly bitter feelings about America (also 'Hetalia'), though their development was hindered by the advice of Russia and Estonia not to judge him too soon.
Peculiar events on the island, particularly a mess de-aging event and an island-wide haunting, have made him more confused as to the existence of magic, though he stays by his long held belief that there is no afterlife.
So much time has passed since his departure from the Island that he's started to think it was all just a dream.
Personality: Firo has a rather childish attitude and seems to contradict himself at times with his contrasting caring and cruelty. He is easily-impressed and playful; when watching his friends' dominos fall he overcomes his initial skepticism and is amazed and enchanted by the game. The thought of seeing the Flying Pussyfoot, an ostentatious train, excites him. He is reckless and impulsive. The barrage of questions he asks people and his general bluntness makes him come off as rude.
He's stubborn and set in his ways. Firo won't hold back an opinion just becuase it might hurt someone's feelings, and sometimes, he doesn't realize how insensitive it really is. At times, it is downright cruel, such as insisting to a dying Ennis that there was no afterlife when she asked for reassurance (to be fair, he was the only one who knew that he was going to save her life.)
He sees the world with a hint of idealism and a bit of cynicism. Some of his words make it seem that his harsh early childhood left him bitter. "The world is unforgiving," he insists, when someone accuses him of being harsh. Generally, he is skeptical of religion, though his main argument is against people who employ it to their own advantage. Yet he still has a romantic tint to his world, especially with his friends. He compares the noble Mafiosi Gandor brothers to "outlaws in the movies" when asserting that they are "real men." He despises people who take advantage of others, especially their own kin.
As a lonely child, Firo's one real wish was to find a place to belong- a family- and genuinely smile. When the primo voto of the Martillo Camorra Family snagged him off the street, his wish was granted and they welcomed him into their ranks. The crime aspect didn't concern him at all, he'd already disregarded good and bad in favor of survival when he resorted to pick pocketing. What really mattered was that they were family. He rewards them with absolute loyalty, being perfectly willing to kill in cold-blood, or even commit suicide on their orders. Unlike many mobsters of the 1930s, he does not behave that way out of his own benefit, and doesn't suspect that his loyalty could be taken advantage of. While he's not too bright and is unskilled at the business aspect of organized crime, the Martillos were able to train him into a strong and nimble fighter and found him very capable, enough so to be promoted to executive at the young age of 18. His incredible determination and devotion to the Family allowed him to advance through the ranks. His main goal in life is to do everything he can for the Family and not let them down. The Martillos are some of the few he will give unquestioning obedience and full cooperation to. If acting rudely to an enemy, he'll immediately start behaving if a Martillo executive appears, as he feels it is only respectful. He is very protective of them, especially Maiza Avaro, and will not stand to hear things said against his family. Interestingly, the Martillos have him so well-trained to obey their authority that he finds himself unwillingly listening to other people who have the same air of authority without realizing.
Firo judges people quickly and either welcomes them or alienates them. He typically harbors very strong feelings towards people, positive or negative. A few minutes into their conversation he wrote off Victor Talbot as a jerk, and he fell in love with Ennis after one quick sighting.
Most people will find Firo to be a friendly-if a bit rude- and talkative youth ready to lend a helping hand. He has a bad habit of poking his nose into other people's business regardless of the possible danger. Going arm in arm with that habit is his tendency to be easily distracted; he'll drop what he's doing to run off and check out whatever commotion catches his eye. While his more sinister side reveals itself in his occasionally grim sense of humor (injuring himself to show off his immortality becuase the reactions of shock and fear are amusing), few would immediately suspect that he's a criminal.
However, those who rouse his bad side will find him to be confrontational and very quick to resort to violence, a contrast to his normal self. Edward Noah, a policeman and one of his enemies, nearly got stabbed when he suggested Firo earned his position by sleeping up through the ranks. Only Maiza's intervention stopped him. That same policeman notes that Firo's "self-defense" is sometimes way overboard. When dealing with an elderly mugger, he punched him unconscious even after disarming the man and neutralizing the threat. He has difficulty stopping his anger, and thinks it only logical to go that far in any fight, a product of his upbringing in a violent organization and a dangerous slum. Backing down is not something he considers an option, and sometimes he actively pursues a fight. Faced with an easy victory, he becomes cocky and his fighting moves showier- though just as threatening. He does not discriminate between age or gender, and many of his fights end with the enemy knocked unconscious and left in the street.
Despite that brutality, he's not heartless to people who haven't upset him. It comes more out of necessity, or what he perceives as necessity (he is prone to overreacting, especially to physical threats.) Even strangers can find him genuinely caring and his friend Luck notes that he will readily offer sympathy and comfort.
Due to his young, slightly girly looks and small size, Firo is frequently on the receiving end of condescension and teasing. Becuase of that, he is very sensitive and insecure about his looks and is easily provoked by mocking remarks. His reaction is less extreme towards friends, but he will still get annoyed or flustered. It is one of the many things that provoke him, along with threats and insults to him and his loved ones, abuse of one’s kin or being too rude for his taste.
One thing the three Gandor brothers cannot agree on is just how stupid Firo really is. Luck declares that he is only naive or 'wrong-headed' as opposed to being an outright idiot. Despite what he's seen of the criminal world, he still foolishly believes the best of people close to him and can not wrap his head around betrayal. Luck does admit that he is bad with dealing with accounts in business. Boisterous Berga calls Firo stupid and leaves it at that, while Keith, who rarely deigns to speak, goes a few steps further and says that Firo is so stupid 'he's a danger to himself.' All of the brothers are partially right, Firo is strangely innocent for a Camorrist, and he is not the brightest. His tendency to be too trusting is born more from stupidity than a broad faith in humanity. Idiocy leads him to recklessness which leads to a ton of trouble. He is curious, but the curiosity manifests itself in frequent questions and personal investigation rather than books, and rarely applies to intellectual things. Fighting is the one thing he picks up quickly, because of his deep interest in it. He relies on others to do the thinking for him and hardly ever thinks before he acts. Firo himself admits to being stupid, most often out of genuine confusion and honesty. He also uses it to his advantage. His lack of intelligence allows him to take things in stride and think less on unpleasant topics just becuase he thinks less in general. When Maiza asks Firo to eat him, saying he can use Maiza's memories to take his place as Martillo accountant, Firo insists he's too dumb to actually remember all of Maiza's knowledge and Maiza
has to live so the family isn't ruined.
Extra:Character Abilities: Immortality: He'll never age or die. Any wounds or sicknesses will heal incredibly quickly, especially if the damaged area has been wounded in that same manner previously. Also, full immortals can 'eat' other immortals by putting their right hand on the victim's head. Upon devouring the victim, they will gain all their knowledge and memories. They can give knowledge to other immortals through the right hand. He is very skilled in knife fighting and hand-to-hand, and is surprisingly strong for his size.
Possessions: Just his knife and clothing
Anything else: Nope
Samples: Action/Communication thread/post sample: [He stares blankly at the ornate room and shakes his head as if to clear his eyes. There's no way he's actually seeing what he thinks he's seeing. Just a moment ago, he’d been in the speakeasy, then there was the music box… And, suddenly, here]
Wha-what? No way...
[He slowly turns in a circle, making a cursory inspection of the room. It's stunningly ornate, but not as classy, he thinks proudly, as his family's Alveare. Then his mind turns back to the task at hand. No, he has definitely never seen this place before. It has a foreign feel, with none of the familiarity of his city. Which is good, because it means he hasn't stumbled onto hostile Mafia turf, but also bad because he's never been
this lost before.]
Uh, where am I..? I'm sure I woulda' noticed a place this fancy before.
[He starts walked to the door, his pace slow and unsure. He laughs, slightly embarrassed at his confusion.] I sure as hell would remember if I walked here. [He stops and frowns as he realizes the full implications of that statement.]
Wait. How
did I get here?
[His voice slightly panicked, he runs out of the room.]
Hey, is anybody around here?!
Log/Prose sample: Firo raced down the street, his wide eyes trained on the smoke cloud reaching over the rooftops. As he rounded the bend, they tracked downward to the roaring fire it issued from. He couldn't help but be grudgingly impressed by its size and power- of all the fires he'd seen in his life, that one took the cake. Anyone in there would have their goose cooked, he realized, but that didn't mean he couldn't still go try and help, just in case.
Unfortunately, a crowd of people had already gathered and he slowed slightly as he reached it. Impatiently, he wondered why any of them didn't do anything besides gawk. He stumbled back as he crashed into a dark bur that came running out of the crowd. His hand flew up to his hat. Maiza had just gotten it for him and he sure as hell wasn't going to let it get dirty! As he caught it, he raised his eyes to call out the jerk who'd run into him- And he froze.
The girl in front of him stammered out an apology, but that was of no matter to him. She could've punched him in the face and he would have just been impressed by how she could hit. He'd never had much of an interest in girls, she was a looker if he'd ever seen one (Which he was pretty sure he hadn't, though Claire would insist on the stunning beauty of many a female he spotted.), from her short hair to her incredibly unusual suit- like a man's. And he was pretty sure that it was love at first sight. Stupid and totally unskilled in affairs of the heart he may be, but what else could the sudden clenching in his chest and his unwillingness to turn away from her mean? His eyes clung to her trail as she raced off to the twisting alleyways.
Then, a glint from the ground caught his eye and he reluctantly turned it away from the girl. He reached down and picked up the golden button that had been left of the stone street. He looked back at the girl's retreating form. A button. A totally legitimate excuse to chase her down, right? Buttons were important... to clothing and stuff. It could be hard to find a replacement. Okay, so he couldn’t think of a good reason of why he had to chase her down and return the button, but what was the harm in just being nice? He gave chase.
"Hey! Lady, wait up!"
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