Name: Carlo Bronzino
Age: 37
Affiliation: Assassin
Appearance: Deep blue eyes, with heavy marks of sleeplessness, slender nose, broken at it's centre, strong, masculine jaw, wide chin with a small but deep scar from the bottom of his chin, halfway to his thin lips, shoulder length hair, black with a few grey streak, a short, well maintained black goatee. Often attired in simple Italian cloaks, concealing light armour and common assassin robes beneath, in most cases the hood from the robes beneath is concealing most of his face. He is of a fairly strong build, however, he is not too heavy.
Personality: In most cases he is a bitter man, full of sarcasm, wit, and usually the whole, I don't want to talk to you kind of attitude. However, he will share a discussion with the brothers he is more fond of, and in those cases, he may not be overly academic, however he is a man of experience, one to share a light tale of misadventures from his youth, when of which, he was a brash, headstrong, and quite charming lad. He is with the assassins, well, quite simply because he can't do anything else, in his youth, he cared more for the struggle between the Assassins and the Templars, now, not so much.
Favorite Weapons: A single hidden blade, old, and beginning to rust, and a stiletto, concealed in his opposite sleeve, he doesn't feel he needs more.
Strengths: He has a strong aptitude for higher thinking and reflexes based upon that (when sober)
Due to these reflexes he is very quick with both of his weapons, and is very deadly in close range
He can run and climb faster than the vast majority of men.
He has trained his eye to work keenly in all crowds, he is very talented at seeing danger or potential disturbances within a crowd, he is also keen to items and people of interest.
Weaknesses: He is an alcoholic, and very rarely sober, this impacts each of his strengths, however, it also dulls pain when injury is sustained
He is also very mistrusting, the reason for this relates to his backstory
He is quite awful where ranged combat is concerned, he can hardly hit a mark with a crossbow or any firearm.
Background/Biography:
Carlo was born in Venice, in 1407, on a cold winters night, in a small, makeshift shack in the secluded slums of Venice, a courtesan of low standing, gave birth to a small baby. Unfortunately, the babies mother died hours after, cursing the baby in her final moments. Without the food to feed the baby, it was to be killed, however, as chance would have it, the man to do the deed could not find it within himself to complete as such. So, in the cold night, he left for the wealthier side of Venice, hoping against hope some wealthy noble would take pity on the baby. They never reached their destination. They were set upon by cutthroats, men of no honour, from no group, only hoping to find something of wealth in the bundle held in the mans arms. After they had killed him, they were at a loss as to what to do with the baby. Between the group of men they decided to keep the baby, as that night, they had discovered this dream to build a guild from the five men they had that night.
And so baby Carlo survived, and grew to be a child with these men. Growing up, he had heard their fantasies of establishing a powerful and influential guild, all whilst being abused and ordered around by these men.
But, everything changed when Carlo was 14 years old. The men had been caught in a murder, and narrowly escaped, only to lead the guard back to their sad excuse for a headquarters, in fear, they named Carlo their hostage, in hopes of gaining leverage with the guards. They kicked down the door anyway, as this was happening Carlo swung his elbow into the man holding him as to escape, he pursued, in the heat of the moment Carlo swooped up the dagger sitting idly on the table, and killed his pursuer, via slashing at his neck. The man next to him enraged, turned his short sword to Carlo. Carlo ducked under the first swing, moving behind his attacker, he then proceeded to stab him multiple times in the back before he fell to the ground. The guards killed the rest. The commander among them, as seeing Carlo's skill with light weaponry offered him a lightly armoured position among his forces. Carlo didn't really have anything else to do, so he accepted the offer. When enlisting in these forces a name was required, a full name. As Carlo anxiously awaited his turn to speak his name, he searched his surroundings eagerly for any idea as to what his second name should be, he hadn't known his mothers or any other. His eyes turned to a blacksmith, and bronze, he seemed to have bronze in abundance, and Carlo couldn't seem to take his eyes from the metal. By the time his turn came, he was set upon Carlo Bronzino.
However, life changed again, as it always does. At age 20 he had been in the marketplace, and had spied a superior he didn't particularly like stealing from the marketplace of a little old lady, enraged, he challenged the honour of his superior. The man simply laughed and had Carlo arrested on the spot for treason. That would have been the end, however, at this age, Carlo was very full of life. His hands bound, walking toward the noose he realised his tale could not end like this. As he stood on the podium, in front of all the people he ran, before they could tie the noose around his neck he broke free and ran, he leaped and used three guards heads as stepping stones before he hit the ground running. The chase led them on top of buildings, through marketplaces, and across most of Venice. Until finally, he lost sight of them, exhausted he dropped to a bench in between a woman, and a hooded man, he turned to wink at the lady, he then turned right, only to find an elbow slammed into his nose, breaking it for good and knocking him out. When he awoke, he awoke to the hooded man, the man many years later, he would call brother. It took a few years but Carlo was swung to the ideals of the Assassins. At age 24 he was officially an assassin. His first kill with this title was not as clean as he would have hoped, the scar on his chin is proof of this. For years and years he was devoted to the war of the Assassins, their struggle with the Templars. However, in the past 3 years or so, Carlo has simply stopped caring for it, or anything else, he has also turned to the drink, maybe if he drinks enough he can forget all of the blood, be it Templar or no, that stains his hands. In truth, he only stays with the Assassins, because he doesn't know what else to do with life, other than take it.
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