Name: Niccolo Martino Inverni, 'Nico'
Age: 22
Affiliation: Assassin
Personality: Witty, and aloof. Extremely dedicated to the cause (whatever the cause might be at the time). Completely merciless to those that stand in the way of progress. A loyalist. Once his trust is gained, Niccolo is loyal to the core, and is willing to die for his ideals, or his friends.
Favorite Weapons: Model 1911 .45 Pistol, M1917 Enfield Sniper Rifle, Hook Blade, Brass Knuckles
Strengths:
-Mambo Italiano:
Growing up in an immigrant packed environment, Nico became fluent in the native Italian Language -One Shot, One kill!:
Trained as an Army Marksman. Tends to be proficient with any Firearm, but likes to stay at a distance with his Enfield Rifle when utilizing them. -The First rule of Fight Club…:
Niccolo is a brawler. He loves to fight to prove supremacy. Not a martial artist by any stretch, but not unwilling to use any part of his body to win over in a tumble either.Weaknesses:
-Par what?:
While agile, freerunning is far from his strong suit. Climbing isn’t done without a ladder or a rope. -I got a problem with authority…:
Tends to butt heads with leadership. Always thinks his way is the right way, even if it isn’t. -You got a deathwish?:
Niccolo is an action based man. Constantly running headfirst into danger and damning the consequences. He might fear for his life on some of the stunts he pulls, but he doesn’t show it in public. He has no doubt that one day his luck is going to finally run out. But until it does, he will fight for what he believes in.Background/Biography:
Niccolo Inverni was born an Italian American in Brooklyn, New York in December of 1919. His parents tried to raise him right but due to the Great Depression, both the mother and father were forced to work long hours, leaving young Niccolo to mostly fend for himself. Despite their best efforts, their only son grew up in a rough neighborhood. Yet somehow, no matter how many rough and tumbles that young Niccolo seemed prone to, he always ended up on the right side of the conflict. Whether it be that he was defending a young girls honor, or just teaching a few neighborhood bullies some manners. He might not have won every fight, but somehow Niccolo Inverni stayed on the right side of the law. Maybe it was the fact that the Policemen that always caught him had known his father and wanted to look after the kid, or simply saw the buried sense of honor that the boy had.
Regardless, his childhood somewhat prepared Niccolo for his future.
In September 1939 on a very dark and rainy night, Niccolo noticed a man standing out in the storm, simply standing in the light of a streetlamp. Having an umbrella himself, Nico offered the stranger some shelter from the downpour. It wasn’t until he got right up to him that Nico took notice of the hood the man was wearing, seemingly perfectly at peace with the rain. The man asked him to take a walk to his bar just around the corner, offering Nico a free drink for his kindness. Nico accepted, not fearing for himself or the strange circumstances, he had been through some pretty rough situations after all, nothing had been able to keep him down yet.
Maybe it was his past full of fighting, or perhaps someone saw more in Niccolo than a hood rat who was destined to work a mill. Whatever the reason, Niccolo Inverni was recruited at 19 into a secretive branch of the American Army.
It was in the bar that Nico found a whole group of people wearing identical hoods to the soaking man beside him.
And it is there, where Nico’s story begins….
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