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~Michael “Mickey” Pierce~

~Age~
26 y/o

~Gender~
Male

~Sexuality~
Bisexual with a female lean

~Appearance~

(Credit to @Yukstone on Picrew)

Michael is a well-built man, standing at 6’0 with broad shoulders, lean muscles making up most of his body. He has naturally tan skin with scars littering it a little bit all over. The most noticeable of these scars being the one starting just a few centimeters above his left eye and going straight down over it. Luckily for him he didn't lose vision fully on that eye but his vision is a bit blurry and his eye was left slightly cloudy because of the injury, something most don't immediately notice until they have a closer look. Apart from that, a large portion of his back is covered in an old burn scar but he rarely lets anyone see it and any questions regarding it are shut down quickly.

When it comes to body modifications, Mickey has his left ear pierced, as well as two tattoos. One of the tattoos you can clearly see upon first glance, being a pair of wings wrapping around his throat, and the second one you’ll find around his right upper arm, an ouroboros, both of them drawn in a semi-realistic style.

Moving on to Mickey’s face, he has a strong jawline and he keeps his face clean-shaven most of the time. He has a pair of hooded eyes that carry a dark hazel color. Behind his thin and quite average lips, hides a pearly white grin, his canines being slightly more pointed than what would be considered normal. The man’s nose is pretty average in size and straight, or well, it was originally, due to an old injury it's now slightly crooked over the bridge when you look at it from the front.

The man’s scalp is covered in ashy brown locks, kept in an overgrown crew cut. Naturally, his hair is actually a blond color and occasionally you will notice it as his roots get lighter before he himself realizes and throws on some more color.

Lastly, clothing. Mickey doesn't really have any particular style, he wears whatever he finds comfortable and easy to move in, which usually ends up being some tank top or hoodie along with some cargo pants or just sweatpants. It's rare to see the man wearing anything with much color, pretty much all his clothing being greyscale. A lot of the time he can also be seen wearing a black baseball cap.

~Personality~
Mickey is a short-tempered person and he’s the type of guy who hits first, asks questions later. Just because he’s acting hostile doesn’t always mean that he’s angry though, when he’s scared, stressed, or sad he always masks it with anger, not wanting to appear vulnerable.

Many do make the mistake of being scared or intimidated by him when he acts angry but in reality, that's when he's the safest. Mickey is by far the most predictable when he's riled up, sure, he fights like a wild animal but his actions and way of thinking become very predictable. The times when you should really be worried about him is when he's perfectly calm and collected in a situation where he'd normally get hostile, because that means he's got everything perfectly planned out.

Despite his tendency to solve everything with violence, he's actually quite smart and calculating, he just hasn't really gotten a grip on his anger issues yet and at times, they get the best of him.

He’s known to speak his mind and always voice his opinion, even if it’s not wanted or has the potential to hurt someone. He’s very honest about what he thinks and doesn't like to lie but that doesn't mean he won't pull the occasional lie when the situation calls for it.

Despite being a rather hostile person, he’s pretty open to making new friends and he can be a rather nice and chatty person when in a good mood, or just drunk. There's nowhere he’ll go where he can't find at least one person to talk to and make friends with and while he may not strike you as the type, Micheal has friends in practically all places.

Even though he acts all tough, the male has a past that haunts him and while he does his best to act like it doesn’t affect him, there are days when it does and even if he won’t tell you, you’ll notice it.

To those he considers friends, he is as loyal as a dog and he would most likely give his life just to save them. Something Mickey would never do is go behind his friends’ backs and betray them. Once you have him on your side, you have someone who will be there for you through everything and will do anything in his power to help you.

~Affiliations~
Biological mother ~ Nathalie Davids
Status ~ Deceased

Biological father ~ Sebastian Davids
Status ~ Deceased

“Adoptive father” ~ Alessandro Lombardi
Status ~ Alive

“Adoptive brother”/Best friend ~ Camillo “Milo” Lombardi
Status ~ Alive

“Adoptive sister” ~ Camilla Lombardi
Status ~ Alive

~Strengths~
Loyalty
Hand to hand combat
High pain tolerance
Smooth talker
Adaptive

~Weaknesses~
Short temper
Fire
His past
Stamina
Family and close friends

~Backstory~
(Pretty brief, you’ll get more details and information in the RP)

Michael Pierce, originally Coby Davids, was born to two young parents, high school sweethearts who had married right after graduation.

Growing up, Michael’s home life was complicated to say the least, his parents would always be fighting and Mickey would be left to entertain himself most of the time.

The main cause of his parents fighting, among others, were his dad’s heavy gambling addiction, what no one knew though was the fact that he had borrowed large amounts of money from dangerous people. At fifteen, his parents were killed as a result of his father's debt and inability to pay it back. Staying hidden and unable to do anything to intervene, Mickey had to watch the gruesome scene before their house had been lit on fire in an attempt to hide any evidence. Thanks to someone seeing the fire and calling it in, Michael was saved from the fire as he got stuck trying to get out but as for his parents, there was never enough evidence to find their killers.

Michael was sent to live in a foster home but due to his unruly behavior and lack of control regarding his anger issues, he would bounce from home to home for a few years before he decided to run away. To get by and make some form of money, the boy got into street fighting which he was honestly very successful at, but it of course only led to more trouble for him.

At 18, he was approached by the man he now sees as his father, Alessandro Lombardi, the leader in one of the groups under the Italian American Mafia. Alessandro took him in as one of his own and got him back on his feet.

Now Mickey helps the gang and others associated with it when they need someone to get their hands dirty and/or “take care” of people. Due to not being born into it, he's not an official member, but with how close he is to them and how much he knows about their business, he might as well be.

~Other~
He’s got a playlist because why not?
Mickey

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Anya Romanov

AH-nya ROH-ma-nov

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Nicknames/Known Names:

None Currently

Age:

24

Biological Gender:

Female/Feminine (She/Her/Hers)

Appearance:

(Credit to @K_pupu on Picrew)

Anya is a stunning woman, standing at roughly 5 foot 7 inches tall, she holds herself with professionalism and grace. She has a slender figure on top of long legs, not much muscle to show but her strength is hidden. Her complexion is a soft, cool tone, which easily shows her flushed cheeks with emotion. Soft freckles dots her face like constellations. One main feature that is clear to see is the scar that runs across her throat, one side to the other. At this point Anya has grown used to the looks it receives. Anya is free of any tattoos and only has some simple ear piercings. Her head holds long and luscious curls of ebony that fall just mid back, always pinned back out of her face besides a few small face framing curls. Contrasting against her hair are her eyes, two deep pools of bright blue and full lips that hold a warm tone. Anya is a woman of style and loves the dress well when going places, but with her current job, she most of the time can be found in scrubs.

Personality:

Anya is a loving and caring girl who had just gotten into the wrong hands of some bad people. Though she still helps anyone she can. She does not let it affect her anymore, or so she thinks. She uses her smarts and talents to help others, make friends, and try to live a normal life. She loves to go out now, talk to new people. Though there are times where the past comes to play, anxiety being a fatal flaw. She tends to shut down in times of shock, almost as if the past is returning. She has always been one to listen and try to help, a motherly instinct taking hold. If she gains your trust and respect, she would do anything and help in any way.

Relations:

Family - None. None anymore at least. Her father disappeared and her mother passed away while she was young, no siblings.

Rivals - A few unknown at this starting point

Close Affiliates - None

Love Life:

Sexual Orientation - Straight

Past Partner(s) - Nothing too serious

Current Partner(s) - None.

Strengths:

Knowledge/Smarts

Precision

Kindness/Caring

Weaknesses:

Her past

Anxiety

Quick Thinking outside of work

Backstory:

(Most in Story)

Anya lived a normal life, or what it seemed to be for her. She was on an amazing track through school until her mother passed away when she was 18 from an incurable disease and her father disappearing right after. Since then, Anya had devoted her life to pursuing a career in the medical field. She spent day and night studying, working hard, leaving her life behind.

After she had graduated and moved up the ranks to earn her doctorate, she was reached out to by a very rich man who wanted to hire her for his work. Later it would be revealed she was now trapped in a very serious business. One day fleeing and never turning back

Rain was smattering down on the dimly lit streets. Streets that laid empty and eerily quiet. This city was not exactly known for its wild night life but it was still more quite than normal, of course the pouring rain and late hour surely played a part in the unusual stillness but if one had to guess, it was more likely the sounds of gunfire that had been unleashed not too long ago that was the main cause. If there was something this city was known for, it was criminals. Most of the time they worked in the shadows, trying to stay hidden and unnoticed but occasionally something went wrong and the public was reminded of their presence.

Any and all doors were locked, lights shut and shutters pulled down, it was as if the city was holding its breath. Any civilians who had heard about the incident had gone into lockdown mode, seeming to believe that they were next on the list of victims. That was far from the case though, as many horrible things the criminals of this city could think to do against each other, they all knew to leave civilians alone.

The rain stayed strong, its heavy pouring being the only noise one could hear. If you weren't aware of the situation that had just gone down, you could have claimed that the quiet rainy night was almost cozy. While the night's event was not yet public knowledge, you had to be stupid to not understand what the sounds of gunfire had meant.

Suddenly there was a new noise accompanying the rain, strained breathing and heavy footsteps as a dark figure turned a corner, running down the street as quickly as his feet would carry him. The figure was clutching his stomach with one hand, limping as he pushed forward down the street.

In the distance, the sound of sirens were rapidly approaching, the police seeming to have come out of hiding as the rest of the city went into it. It was too late of course, even if it had only been a few minutes, there was nothing for them there but a few dead bodies, any evidence or otherwise valuable information had been removed, the scene wiped clean.

Luckily for the wounded figure, the police cars all flew past the street he had turned onto. Casting a glance over his shoulder, the man let out what was supposed to be a sigh of relief, however it came out more as a pained groan as the man kept up his running, each step feeling heavier and harder.

Mere minutes later, the same figure had traveled further through the city, now nearing the edge of it. In his condition it was surprising that he had managed to get this far, but the man had been running on nothing but adrenaline, adrenaline from his injuries and from the constant worry of being found. His earlier speed had dropped now though and the wounded was practically dragging his legs behind him, using whatever he could as a support to keep himself from falling over. Finally thoughthe man seemed to reach his destination as he stopped for a second, looking up at a house, fumbling to get his phone out of his pocket, double checking the address before stumbling up towards the door.

Reaching the door, the figure lifted a trembling hand, balling it into a fist before letting it connect with the door, something which he repeated two times more, each knock growing weaker as the man felt his hand get heavier and heavier.

Mickey, as the figure called himself, was a young man in his mid-twenties, and the current state of him was far from an accurate picture of the normally explosive and loud person that he usually was described as. Instead he stood shivering in the cold, clothes drenched in rainwater and one of his hands tightly clutching a gunshot wound in his side. Silently the man waited for a sign of life in the house.

When that sign of life didn't come fast enough for Mickey, he lifted his hand again, using what powers he could still squeeze out of his exhausted body to bang on the door twice, somehow managing his goal for them to be louder and more powerful than the previous three.

“Dr. Romanov?!” The man managed to force out a hoarse call for the resident, although he doubted his voice made much sound over the rain.