Name: Domenico Crivelli.
Age: 13.
Affiliation: Free agent.
Appearance: Domenico has a dark tan shade of skin, complimented by short dark brown hair and eyes of the same color. He is a bit shorter than the average thirteen year old. Has prominent bags under his eyes, and is notably thin. His clothing consists of a long sleeved, dirt stained white shirt with a laced brown vest, brown trousers and tall brown boots.
Personality: Domenico is a quiet and usually soft spoken kid, but like other young boys, has mischeif at heart and values a good laugh. Has a definite run-first mentality when it comes to confrontation.
Favorite Weapons: Only weapon is a dulled and rather heavy dagger. Quite crappy a weapon.
Strengths: Quick on his feet, and on the mind. Domenico has the ability to turn his attackers into pursuers with ease.
He has a freerunning skill that is unparalleled by most, able to scale most buildings despite his size.
He has to steal or beg to eat and has trained himself as a skilled pickpocket.
When he isn't begging or stealing, the boy is often found sitting atop structures and watching the civilians of Italy, mapping their movements and behavioral patterns. He has grown to find most people predictable after years of this.
He has natural stealth ability, able to drift through restricted areas without being seen.
Weaknesses: If it ever came down to full out combat, he would lose each and every time. Dom has no combat ability, a weak body and no good weapons to back him up.
Quite a nosy kid. If he sees somebody he finds interesting, he will follow them.
Due to past experiences, Dom has some trust issues. He trusts hardly anyone, and always assumes that when a person leaves, they are leaving forever.
Background/Biography: Born to an unnamed Assassin in Venice, 1770, Dom's mother and father went on a trip to Rome and never came back. This was when he was four. One of the house maids took pity on him, and took him into her decrepit little shack. It was decrepit indeed, hardly blocking out rain and wind pushing through walls. Whenever Domenico asked the Maid where he came from, she would simply start running away. "Oh, little Domenico," she would say with a smile. "You must catch me first!" Because of this, Dom learned to run before he learned to walk or talk.
He never did catch the woman, but he learned to run, at least.
One day, she, too left and never returned. Dom was but eleven, and was forced to grow on the streets of Venice alone and without a home. He would ocassionally see hooded figures climbing on the rooftops, but never pursue - just watch - and he learned quite a bit from watching them. They seemed to be what was called an assassino, with wrists mounting blades that seemed to be their preferred method of combat. Whenever he sees these 'assassins', he watches intently. They truly fascinate him.
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