Post by Antonio Firenze on Jun 18, 2009 6:10:51 GMT -5
Antonio Firenze
Age:
47
Family:
Athena Firenze/Mama Firenze - Mother (bed ridden)
Ricardo Firenze - Father (deceased)
Luca Firenze - Younger Brother (deceased)
Nicknames:
Papa Tony, Tony
Appearence:
A man that one wouldn't call small, but he was still a little shorter than most, with his brown hair receding in some places and graying in others. He wears a suit and tie, normally without the suit-jacket. His face is unremarkable as anything other than an all around nice guy, and his wrinkled brow displayed his wisdom proudly. He was slightly darker-skinned, though it would be considered more like a permanent tan. His brown eyes completed his visage, and his nose, though a little big, didn't take over his face. He was very unremarkable for a man of his knowledge and wisdom.
Personality:
A kind man, but very quick to judge, and judge harshly. A business man in all aspects, he does what he thinks is best for himself and his "family."
History:
Born to Ricardo and Athena Firenze in a small-town village, he had everything he could have hoped for in a home. His parents loved him, and provided everything he needed, and his younger brother was the best friend a man could ask for. Ricardo and Athena were hardly what one would call rich, but they had everything that they wanted, even though it wasn't much. They had a pair of wonderful boys, who loved them, food and a house to live in. Antonio was a smart boy, and a nobleman even offered to teach him just so he could work under him. Ricardo and Athena refused, of course, and Antonio was happy. He didn't want to leave his wonderful home just to get unnecessary money from an uncaring nobleman. Unfortunately, however, this happiness was not to last.
A few weeks after his tenth birthday, Antonio saw the beginning of the end of his life as he knew it. His younger brother, Luca, contracted what appeared to be a cold. He began coughing in fits, and the family began to worry when it lasted longer than a few weeks. Unfortunately, Luca never managed to get better. The family didn't have enough money to see the doctor in the big city, even with the money they managed to throw together. Luca began coughing more and more. Soon, he coughed up not only phlem, but blood. One morning, everyone awoke to find he had stopped coughing. It was not a good sign, however. Luca had drowned from his own blood entering his lungs, and preventing them from functioning. For the first time in four years, Antonio cried.
The powers that be were not about to give Antonio a reprieve, however, and soon enough his father began coughing as well. The family desperately tried to throw money together to see the doctor in the big city. Ten year old Antonio did everything he could to make money, but with his father ill, they could barely afford their own food. Antonio stopped eating all of his food. He knew it would last longer that way. He would pick at the same dinner for at least three days. After all, what could a ten year old child afford? Much to his dismay, it was all in vain, as when he returned home from his job, finally having enough money to see the big doctor, he saw his father, skin as pale as death, sitting in his favorite chair. He, too, was no longer among the living. Antonio, for the second time in four years, cried.
As Antonio mourned his father, however, he heard a sound he had dreaded for a long time. His mother began coughing. First it was nothing, but then she coughed more often, and harder. Ten year old Antonio took the money he had been saving and rushed his mother to the doctor in the big city. The doctor was elated to tell young Antonio that his mother would live, or he would have been if he hadn't also needed to deliver the news that she would never again walk on her own feet. Antonio cried again, for the thrid time in four years. But even as he cried, he felt a tickle in his throat. He coughed. And coughed. And coughed. And collapsed.
He woke up in a bed. He was still at the doctor's. He stood up. And suddenly, had the inpulse to run to his mother's side. He knew he couldn't be treated without money. Had his mother died? Why him instead of her? He dashed out of the bedroom, and straight to the room where his mother had been. She wasn't there. She had died to save him, hadn't she? A hand planted itself firmly on the boy's shoulder. "Antonio Firenze. I'm only going to say this once, so listen good. You owe me a lot of money, and I intend to collect. With interest." Antonio turned to the man and saw, much to his surprise, the same nobleman that he had refused before, hand on the boy's shoulder. "Don't worry, Little Antonio, your mommy is perfectly all right. She's in a bed at my manor. I payed for your treatment. Now YOU owe ME. And I won't take no for an answer, this time, understand?"
Antonio learned business, and learned it well. By the time he was fourteen, he had repayed the man tenfold in profits. He took to business easily. He knew what he was meant to do, but before that, he had to finish one thing. Now, you see, Antonio couldn't leave the man's service. Not so long as his mother lived in the man's home. And this man wasn't about to let her leave so easily. At the age of twenty-five, Antonio began to skim the profits a bit. It was allright, though. The man didn't notice. Antonio just did better business to cover it up. He found a boy about ten years younger than him, one that was willing to make a deal. He gave the man all of his skimmed profits and told him, "You do the killing, and leave the covering to me." It was the start of a bond of trust, like brothers, between two men. No one ever did figure out exactly who killed the man.
Ironically, the man had considered Antonio to be his young pupil, and left his fortune to the man that ordered him dead. Antonio sold the house, and moved to a new country, where he set up his place of business. He worked his way to the top, and became known as a businessman without peer. Certainly, someone must have thought this, for though he had nothing else to offer, he was given office as a member of the council governing the entire country...
Age:
47
Family:
Athena Firenze/Mama Firenze - Mother (bed ridden)
Ricardo Firenze - Father (deceased)
Luca Firenze - Younger Brother (deceased)
Nicknames:
Papa Tony, Tony
Appearence:
A man that one wouldn't call small, but he was still a little shorter than most, with his brown hair receding in some places and graying in others. He wears a suit and tie, normally without the suit-jacket. His face is unremarkable as anything other than an all around nice guy, and his wrinkled brow displayed his wisdom proudly. He was slightly darker-skinned, though it would be considered more like a permanent tan. His brown eyes completed his visage, and his nose, though a little big, didn't take over his face. He was very unremarkable for a man of his knowledge and wisdom.
Personality:
A kind man, but very quick to judge, and judge harshly. A business man in all aspects, he does what he thinks is best for himself and his "family."
History:
Born to Ricardo and Athena Firenze in a small-town village, he had everything he could have hoped for in a home. His parents loved him, and provided everything he needed, and his younger brother was the best friend a man could ask for. Ricardo and Athena were hardly what one would call rich, but they had everything that they wanted, even though it wasn't much. They had a pair of wonderful boys, who loved them, food and a house to live in. Antonio was a smart boy, and a nobleman even offered to teach him just so he could work under him. Ricardo and Athena refused, of course, and Antonio was happy. He didn't want to leave his wonderful home just to get unnecessary money from an uncaring nobleman. Unfortunately, however, this happiness was not to last.
A few weeks after his tenth birthday, Antonio saw the beginning of the end of his life as he knew it. His younger brother, Luca, contracted what appeared to be a cold. He began coughing in fits, and the family began to worry when it lasted longer than a few weeks. Unfortunately, Luca never managed to get better. The family didn't have enough money to see the doctor in the big city, even with the money they managed to throw together. Luca began coughing more and more. Soon, he coughed up not only phlem, but blood. One morning, everyone awoke to find he had stopped coughing. It was not a good sign, however. Luca had drowned from his own blood entering his lungs, and preventing them from functioning. For the first time in four years, Antonio cried.
The powers that be were not about to give Antonio a reprieve, however, and soon enough his father began coughing as well. The family desperately tried to throw money together to see the doctor in the big city. Ten year old Antonio did everything he could to make money, but with his father ill, they could barely afford their own food. Antonio stopped eating all of his food. He knew it would last longer that way. He would pick at the same dinner for at least three days. After all, what could a ten year old child afford? Much to his dismay, it was all in vain, as when he returned home from his job, finally having enough money to see the big doctor, he saw his father, skin as pale as death, sitting in his favorite chair. He, too, was no longer among the living. Antonio, for the second time in four years, cried.
As Antonio mourned his father, however, he heard a sound he had dreaded for a long time. His mother began coughing. First it was nothing, but then she coughed more often, and harder. Ten year old Antonio took the money he had been saving and rushed his mother to the doctor in the big city. The doctor was elated to tell young Antonio that his mother would live, or he would have been if he hadn't also needed to deliver the news that she would never again walk on her own feet. Antonio cried again, for the thrid time in four years. But even as he cried, he felt a tickle in his throat. He coughed. And coughed. And coughed. And collapsed.
He woke up in a bed. He was still at the doctor's. He stood up. And suddenly, had the inpulse to run to his mother's side. He knew he couldn't be treated without money. Had his mother died? Why him instead of her? He dashed out of the bedroom, and straight to the room where his mother had been. She wasn't there. She had died to save him, hadn't she? A hand planted itself firmly on the boy's shoulder. "Antonio Firenze. I'm only going to say this once, so listen good. You owe me a lot of money, and I intend to collect. With interest." Antonio turned to the man and saw, much to his surprise, the same nobleman that he had refused before, hand on the boy's shoulder. "Don't worry, Little Antonio, your mommy is perfectly all right. She's in a bed at my manor. I payed for your treatment. Now YOU owe ME. And I won't take no for an answer, this time, understand?"
Antonio learned business, and learned it well. By the time he was fourteen, he had repayed the man tenfold in profits. He took to business easily. He knew what he was meant to do, but before that, he had to finish one thing. Now, you see, Antonio couldn't leave the man's service. Not so long as his mother lived in the man's home. And this man wasn't about to let her leave so easily. At the age of twenty-five, Antonio began to skim the profits a bit. It was allright, though. The man didn't notice. Antonio just did better business to cover it up. He found a boy about ten years younger than him, one that was willing to make a deal. He gave the man all of his skimmed profits and told him, "You do the killing, and leave the covering to me." It was the start of a bond of trust, like brothers, between two men. No one ever did figure out exactly who killed the man.
Ironically, the man had considered Antonio to be his young pupil, and left his fortune to the man that ordered him dead. Antonio sold the house, and moved to a new country, where he set up his place of business. He worked his way to the top, and became known as a businessman without peer. Certainly, someone must have thought this, for though he had nothing else to offer, he was given office as a member of the council governing the entire country...
