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Pantaleone Romano Tore; Death Note, Reborn!, Mafia rp
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PANTALEONE ROMANO TORE

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“If I kill a man, who am I to leave his wife and daughter to suffer the loss?”


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Character Name: TORE, pantaleone romano
Gender: male
Age: ventidue // twenty-two
Height: 190.5 cm
Weight: 71.2 kg
Description or Image of Character Appearance:
Elegance. Manners. This boy was raised with everything a leader should have, but with little physical training. He is frail; his thin arms long against his body though his facial features are strong and well set. His hair is black and some strands reach his shoulders. His lips, a pale pink against his own skin, which has only twice seen sun until today, are thin and match the rest of himself. He stands at nearly 6'3", which is tall, but his weight betrays him at 157lbs. with little muscle or fat to add any sort of leverage, not that he would ever fight. His amber eyes, almost red eyes are a sight to see, as well, rimmed in a darker color.

As for clothing, his dress is fancy and proper. Perfect and clean. This says something about his past, as well, and where he has been all his life.


Occupation: mafia underboss
Alignment: dark
Powers/ Abilities:
ENO. mettere sotto incantesimo
- The translated meaning of this is to control by magic spell and can be found by searching the meaning of “charm” in the Italian language. Naturally is has many different meanings and this is one of those many. With this ability Panta can basically manipulate someone. It isn’t as much of a magic spell as it is a talent, but there is some magic within it that makes even the strangest things he says more believable.
OWT.cullare
- The translation of this word would be to lull someone to sleep. Pantaleone himself has an addiction to sleeping medication and often takes it when his day is done. The thing is, his day does not follow a regular day. He could be awake for three days straight or he could sleep for three. This ability allows him to lull someone to sleep either by singing a song or simply speaking to him or her in his own language. The trick is, they don’t have to hear him at all. They simply have to look him in the eyes, so if they simply closed their eyes then nothing would happen to them.
EERHT.attraversare
- Literally to go across, however this does not mean he can cross any physical gap. It is directed more toward the language gap. While growing up Pantaleone has been taught many languages. This ability helps him to close gaps when listening to someone speak in a foreign language in case he should miss anything otherwise.

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Personality Description:
Intelligent. Cunning. He is very perceptive, of course, being a psychologist and he uses his knowledge to his own advantage. Though he tends to veer from being too manipulative, being the underboss is enough to give him more reign than is likely neccessary. He will use his rank to his own advantage, though somehow still remains loyal to his current boss.

He will weed out members that may be unloyal or essentially useless. He will burn any unneccessary members. His goal is to keep the family pure, one of the many things he was raised to know and believe. He is dangerous to any threat, be it inside or outside the family. But don't keep a low head: he will seek you out all the more so.

How to describe Pantaleone fully, however, is difficult. It perhaps may be better to describe what he lacks, such as guilt, a conscience, and fear. Having been raised away from these things he has never fully comprehended the emotions that come with this, and therefore does not feel them. Now, he is not emotionless. In fact, his face is rather animated. He will let you know where there is an emotion he is not familiar with, such as when being told "I love you" he will merely respond with, "I know."


Personal History:
Just in case was what he was. Just in case the eldest son died. Then he would become a person. He would have a name and a life. His previous life would be erased from the minds of the people and he would be their leader. This boy who did not mind being locked away, who played with his deceased elder sister's dolls and studied their behavior as if living beings. He studied his own self, writing down his thoughts and noting them in a different color. I feel sad today. It really does get lonely. He would write. This emotion is only natural. The loss of his sister happened a year ago and he now rarely sees another human face. Loneliness is to be expected. He would note every feeling, every thought, explain every behavior. He was fascinated by the human mind, and used his own self as the test subject. But... This was hardly interesting. This was... Boring.

Only natural. The subject does not hide things from himself.

"Wake up. Wake up."

An insistent noise. A horrid rapping. His name, was it? That was what it was. Pantaleone. Pantaleone Romano Tore. That is who he is. Who he was born as, but never allowed to grow up to be.

More noise. It was so loud. He tossed and turned in his bed. Screaming. Was he finally losing himself? He rolled out of bed, the exhaustion of too many pills weighing down on his body like unbearable weights. He reached out for his desk several times before finally falling to the floor, knocking over his chair in the process.

Sleep. He needed sleep. He could feel his body shutting down on itself. Darkness closing in. Noise fading. It became but a soft lullaby to which he fell asleep to once again. A drumming. Soft. Like the beat of rain. It was like the beat of rain against the ceiling. The window-less walls all around. It was...

Drip.

Amber eyes flutter open. The ceiling looks black. Unusual. Was it simply dark? But it smelled. It smelled of burning wood, like a fireplace, but something more. The stink of burning plastic and the too-warm atmosphere. He reached up to grab onto nothing. His light was out. That was why, but what was the burnt smell? What was the screaming? People calling... No, not his name. his brother's name. What was his name? Ah, was this a result of the pills? Slight memory loss? It would eventually come back, yes? Unless this was his own doing, slipping the names of those closest into the darkest depths that the overdose had brought him into, but would he go back to retrieve them? Perhaps like bodies in the water they would eventually surface. Like a murder gone wrong, they would eventually come bubbling back up like a nightmare. A bad dream. That was all it was.

Crunch. Crunch.

His bare feet hurt. Splintered wood and shattered glass tore into his feet as he picked his way through the rubble. The rubble. The rubble. It was... Everything was gone.

Call him. A number stuck into his mind. It hung off his tongue like a bad taste. Vomit. Colorful vomit, but it reeked all the same. A memory better left dead.

"Call this number if anything should happen to the family."

Just in case, right?

He dialed the number. Eyes watched the boy clinging to the payphone, his face pressed into the numbers. His black hair fell over his face, covering it. His bare feet had long since ceased its red trail, but they still pained him.

"Buona Sera?" Said the voice at the other end.

The boy gave a week, smoke-filled-lung chuckle before saying, "I was informed I should call if anything should ever happen to my family. My family's name is Tor--"

"Please, sir, I do not need your name. I know very well who you are." The voice was firm and authoritive. The boy inwardly grimaced, but his expression held firm and blank. His stomach heaved as the man continued to speak. "I know what has happened. I will have someone arrive shortly to pick you up from that place. Please wait there. They will make sure you are safely transported here.”

"Transported?" The boy's lips curled in a snarl. "Fine, then. I will wait for you." His words hissed through his teeth.

A chuckle from the other end. "Alright, Pantaleone. I will see you soon."

These people. Who were they? An Italian accent. If they knew what had happened and they knew of him, could they possibly have known of his family?

Yes, the Tore familia. His father had been the Capo of their family, leading them through many triumphs. Unfortunately, however, the family was no longer. With no leader and no known backup there is no reason for them to stay together. Disbanded, the family no longer holds any power.

However, it would seem Vongola has taken advantage of this. Knowing of the shadow child, they took care to make contact with him as quickly as possibly, scooping him up into their family. Being of pure lines much like themselves, Pantaleone would make the perfect accessory to their family.

Panta eventually made contact with them. There would be conflicts of interest regarding the boy's personality and reaction toward anyone of a different race, but he was otherwise an excellent leader.

Or, perhaps, could it be brighter?


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