Crime Roleplay (Open)

I suppose so.

Name: Rusty Slade
Role (Robbers/Cops/Bank Teller/Boss): Robber
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Personality: Talks too much and talks too fast, tends to trail off a lot while talking as well, tries to see all sides of the story and good and filling in most of the details himself, or at least he guesses and makes it more entertaining for himself, slightly homocidal.
Appearance: Dirty blonde hair that covers his eyes in a side fringe so he's constantly sweeping it aside, blue/ grey eyes, skinny and slender, a burn scar on his leg with some smaller ones on his hands and up his arms
Gear/Equipment your character uses: Tends to use a lighter and some of the gasoline he keeps in the boot of his car, he can use guns and knifes and has a few around his apartment and car and on his person in general
Other: smokes, has a degree in psychology, loves to watch things burn, English

Shall we begin?

OMG I AM SO SORRY I WILL POST UP MY CHARACTER NOW!

(We can begin now, I updated it so that we don't need cops or bank tellers anymore)

Takes deep breath Here ya go…))

Name: Vittore Arrigo Russo// “Victor, conqueror” “Ruler, king” “Red”
Nickname: The Iceman or “L’uomo di Ghiaccio” in his native tongue, he also likes going by his middle name.
Gender: Male
Role: Crime Lord// Boss
Age: 27
Appearance: https://www.pinterest.ca/pin/536280268109534843/
Mask: https://www.pinterest.ca/pin/419749627758442627/ or https://www.pinterest.ca/pin/212513676150300283/
Zodiac: Aries (April 16th)
Background: Vittore was raised in the crime life. Not that he wanted to live like that. His mother, known as “Regina del Sangue” or Blood Queen, was a con artist, known for her trickery, slyness, pick pocketing, etc. His father was a crime lord, known as “Il Mietitore” or the Reaper. He was known for smuggling, assassinations, conspiracy, stealing, drug selling, well you get the picture. From day one, Vittore was a child of the Mafia. He was trained into hurting people, even though he despised the idea. He tried living a normal life at school, the only normal part of his life, but he was bullied in every way imaginable. He went into a blind rage and killed two teenagers. He returned home, covered in blood. He became emotionless, and his graduation into becoming head of the mafia was to kill someone. That someone was his father. He won, his face cold as he did it.
Personality: He’s cold, sly, seducive, dark, and tricky. He can kill someone without batting an eye. Merciful isn’t a word in his vocabulary. But he does have a soft side. (Which will be developed)
Habits: Biting his lip, cussing at random points of time
Hobbies: He’s a crime lord now, doesn’t have many. But he does secretly enjoy watching the stars, sometimes painting
Likes: Being alone, the cold, rain, reading with a warm drink in his hands, shooting practice, animals
Dislikes: Getting caught, being crowded by people, no action, uncleanliness, snobs, rich people, arrogance
Strengths: His ability to fight and defend, his smarts, hand to hand combat, getting the job done and not leaving a single trace.
Weaknesses: Mentions of his past, his left side (which he sometimes forgets to defend)
Fighter: Yes
Motivation: He’s a crime lord. Has to keep the strong image
Abilities: Hand to hand combat, most weapons
Weapons: His favorites are his pistols, which he has strapped to his waist, and a silver dagger
Secrets: He’s the head of the mafia. Not even his men know who he is
Extra: He has a backup identity incase he’s revealed.
Family: His father, The Reaper (dead) His mother, The Blood Queen (Alive) His mother helps him run the mafia from behind the curtains
Pets: His German Husky, Zia
Rivals: Almost everyone that’s still alive that fights against him
Enemies: Most people
Languages spoken: Italian, English
Scent: Leather mixed with a type of cologne
Blood type: AB negative
Accessories: None
Scars: he has fair amount from dodging bullets, blades, fist fights, etc.
Tattoos: he has one running along the nape of his neck and spreading to the end of his shoulders saying "Solo il piu forte sopravvive" which in English means "Only the strongest survives"
Quote: “You name it, I’ve probably done it.”

(It seems good, but you did not use the template i gave you, but I'll accept it.)

Begin?

"Okay sis, we recently got hired for the crime job I was talking about earlier this month, get your gears and we will meet them soon, whenever you are ready, get in my van." He said to his sister as he starts grabbing his weapons.

Begin?

(Yeah)

"Sure. But do we really have to do this?" She Whines at her brother as she goes upstairs to pack her items.

Rocky was bored. Today was slow, even though normally this was when she got done brewing the stronger stuff. Normally people from all around would come for her booze.

Hours later, after driving to the Crime Lord's base of operations, George pulls over and puts on his ski mask in his black leather jacket. "Get your stuff ready, we are about to meet the boss."

(gtg brb in 2 hrs)

She packed her bags and headed out. She had been offered a good deal She didn't want to miss out on.

Vittore sighs boredly, pacing his office. He fidgets with the edge of his mask as his husky, Zia, watches him pace. He swears in Italian before sitting down. He folds his slender, gloved hands on the desk, his golden eyes narrowing.

Rocky decided that dressing to impress would be better than thief gear. She took out her red dress, the one without the back part or shoulders, and took her thief outfit for when they would get down to business. She called a can to drive her to the building and when she saw it, she hopped out and entered the Bosses office. "Why hello there sugar!" Rocky greeted the man.

(Is it to late for me to join?)

He looks up, waving off his men, "She's one of us." He says, his Italian accent thick. He looks towards the female in front of him, "Miss Rocky Daisymen?" He asks curiously. He stands, as a proper gentleman should when in the presence of a lady. He walks towards her, taking her hand and setting a light kiss on the back. "A pleasure." He says, straightening. Vittore or most commonly known as L'uomo di Ghiaccio smiles charmingly from under his mask.

(Is it to late for me to join?)

(
no ur still good)

He knocks the door of their new home, the headquarters of the robbers. "This is the place." He said to his sister."

Vittore hears the knock and nods to his men, "Bring them in." He walks towards his desk, sitting back down. He crosses his legs and folds his hands over the desk, smirking a small bit.

She waited a while and rudely asked his brother "Is he going to come out or not? It is hot in this ski mask you bought me!"

Terry got bored and started climbing onto the roof of the building and tries to find a shady spot. "It is 3:00 PM already! I'm bored, can we go home?"

The men leave, walking towards the people outside. They didn't speak only show the others inside. Vittore leans back, a malevolent glint in his eyes, an evil smirk on his face. He chuckles, "Welcome." He says in his thick Italian accent.

"Terry! We can go in now!" He said to his sister. "And don't take off that mask, there are cameras on those skyscrapers!" He then looks and greeted at the men Vittore has sent to take them in.

"Hey, can I park my van in that open space over there?" He points at the empty space with a garage door in front of it.

"Finally!" She cheers as she leaps from the top of the building onto the floor and walks in.

The man only nods silently. Vittore is silent for a moment before speaking rapid Italian with one of his men. He waves the man off, muttering curses in Italian. He looks towards his guests, "Idiotas…" he mutters to himself.

"Cool place you got here, uhh… boss." She remarked the large warehouse with awe as it has many ledges she can climb around her."

He raises a slender eyebrow beneath his mask, "Si…" He smiled a little. Not a sweet smile, but a sly one. "Is this… all of you?" he asks curiously.

One of Vittore's man goes to the button to press the garage door button as George starts up his car and moves it in."

"Thanks." He said.

He unpacked the items he brought from the car and hands Terry her grapple and Uzi.

"Got any rooms for me?" He asked his boss