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THE WOLVES ARE WATCHING

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[attr="class","freiwantmid"]CHARACTER FACTION team rocket

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[attr="class","freiwantmid"]FACE CLAIM haitani ran from tokyo revengers

[attr="class","freiwanttop"]ABOUT THE CHARACTER

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the point of a blade tilting your chin up / the taste of blood on your tongue / marble columns / bruised knuckles / gold thumb rings / a cheeky wink / bitter wind and heavy snow / tailored suits / the clink of ice in glass / chipped nail varnish / silver watches / the rot of bruised fruit / flickering neon / needle buzz / jack & coke / a war ballad / color-coordinated agendas / shoe polish scent / grime under a shiny veneer / jackal laughter / dead behind the eyes / silk robes / clove cigarette smoke / fresh leather / wolf grins, all teeth[break][break]

poised, calm, hazy, cool under pressure, efficient, prompt, well-mannered, professional, accommodating, protective, sensible, smarmy, conniving, arrogant, deceptive, unhinged[break][break]
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at a glance, in passing, or through a window- everything about him screams nouveau riche. it's a carefully lacquered appearance; finely tailored suits that flatter a lanky, 6'1 frame. pocketwatches and pointed, leather oxfords with a shine to them that insinuates he takes careful care of his nice things. all for the sake of posh and presentable visage because if the layers of designer clothes are peeled away there's only rot underneath. remnants of a past where he clawed tooth and nail for the finery he wanted. an intricate lacing of tattoos crawl like latticework and hide years of silver scars from rough work. he's needle buzz and neon under the silk and leather veneer. but he's a self-made man, and he will be acknowledged for it.
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As far as the people around him are concerned, it doesn’t matter where Vincenzo de Luca came from. It doesn’t matter that he grew up in the Sootopolis gutters. Or clawed his way through the city underbelly to make something of himself. It doesn’t matter that he was born with a less than distinguished name or accomplished his goals through less than distinguished means. These things are not important to know, but he keeps them as essential reminders—he is who he is now because what he’s done for himself. The wealth he’s accumulated, the name he’s made (the de Luca name, not Serrano. Never again) have all been orchestrated by his own hand. And Enzo will do whatever is required of him to ensure that what he’s built does not crumble.[break][break]

As it stands, his hotel is a classy affair in the thick of Mossdeep—open to use for the public as any hotel should be. But it is also a particular safe haven for any rocket members seeking covert asylum away from normal stomping grounds, though not without a careful code of conduct. You may stay and conduct business as fit, only cordially and professionally so. If you make a reservation at The Nimbus, ensure that there are no skirmishes on the hotel premises, please and thank you. The Proprietor will kindly bar you entrance on future visits for the infraction, and there are very few he might be so inclined to change his mind for.
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