Lombardi-Bovino; Celio. BOVINO BOSS.

[Celio A. Lombardi-Bovino]

[atrb=style, width: 500px; background-color: black; border-top: 10px solid #585858; border-bottom: 10px solid #585858; border-right: 1px dotted #585858; border-left: 1px dotted #585858; color: white; font-family: monospace; padding: 8 8 8 8; text-align: justify;] "The only thing I haven't done yet is die." C. LOMBARDI-BOVINO Full Name: celio ambrogino lombardi-bovino, the last having been an addition upon recieving his title as boss. Age: 20, and born on 1/25. Gender: male. Alias: bovino's shadow on the grave; gino. Sexuality: asexual. Occupation: bovino boss and current heir to the famiglia. Affiliation: bovino. Canon: yep. Face Claim: atsuki saijo - lux pain. P E R S O N A L I T Y ! Likes: Sleeping. Cuddling, surprisingly. He just doesn't do it without the proper justification, unless you happen to be furry. Cooking. He has some arguable girly habits that he (duly) hides. When things go as planned. Seeing people treating others well. History and hearing accounts from his elders. Solving problems for people. Saving up money. Lots and lots of money. Sharp humor. That his beds and chairs be overstuffed, so he can sink into them more than anything else. Babying his female subordinates. Artistic pursuits. Dislikes: Surprises. Long stories. Liars. Doing paper work. Anything cheap. Commentary on his height. The smell of cigarette smoke. Not having enough time "to smell the roses." Spicy foods. People who can't keep quiet. People without common sense. Being thrown for a loop or embarrassed. Recklessness. Seeing anyone who he considers innocent or "one of his own" hurt. Strengths: Tough-minded. Thick-skinned. Reliable. Well-spoken. Understanding and open to criticism, if well-founded. Deeply loyal. Heroic, in spite of himself. Moral. Trustworthy. Decisive. Strategic. Modest, although you might not think so. Weaknesses: Overprotective. Reckless. Unyielding and stubborn. Rigid. Harsh. Has difficulty expressing himself. Overtly suspicious. Enigmatic. Lazy. Hypocritical. Personality: Celio is, at first glance, your traditional cool guy archetype. His expression is always composed, and he seems to have been born with a hand in his pocket and a cocky brand of confidence. Any reaction is kept to a bare minimum. (Or just missing entirely.) He has dark, heavy tench coats, a motorcycle and a brooding attitude; glares for people who get in his way; nothing to contribute to conversations he isn't interested in. Except not exactly, since he's long since proven himself to have more depth than that—people simply think he's cool, and he takes it in stride. Most of his inner monologue lacks . . . monologue, but is unfairly direct and to-the-point. You always know where you stand with him, because he leaves it nakedly obvious. Although you might get a gruff, "Tch. You're making an idiot of yourself," when he has to take that hit or explain that order for you, be aware that he will most certainly never fail to show up for it. He's intensely loyal to friends, famiglia, and his own position. So much so that it lends to an ingrained possessive streak and occasional jealousy on his part. Celio is not-so-good at sharing the things he likes. And, honestly? He's perhaps a bit on the intense side as a rule. Yes, he hates, loves, and protects his companions recklessly. (Or at least until they try and return the favor, which he will flatly condescend while insisting they not "waste his time.") But his sympathy for an enemy is next-to-nothing unless they deserve it, and he will quickly lose that understanding if and when he has to. It's not the only area of his life where you will hear him making starchly black-and-white claims—there is no killing an innocent, no staining your honor as a mafioso, no failing your missions more than once without good excuses and no questioning his authority. He's the Boss. You are the subordinate. He chose you for your prowess, and you will live up to his expectations whether you want to or not. Naturally, living with him has its share of exhaustion, and you might want to hit him some days for being stubborn and insensitive to your needs. Although strangely intuitive and perfectly capable of coming to his own conclusions about your character, he doesn't give or receive kindness gracefully. To put it lightly, he likes to keep his motivations secret. If he's sympathetic, Celio is brusque at best, and saves his generous moments for when you most need them. (Don't be disappointed. Celio is suffering in his own way, too. He's sure to be hard on himself if he can't help you—he's as devoted to his famiglia as they are to him—but he has an obligation to keep himself calm and seem fair-minded at all times.) As much as he might not look it, tears and birthdays and camaraderie dig up his gentler nature. He has an inbred urge to sooth people's nerves and enjoys having deep bonds. He has the infamous laziness of Bovino, regularly kicking his feet up on his desk and snoring away—faking, perhaps, since he's amused by the whole dynamic—while his guardians handle his paperwork for him. His work ethic is reserved for what he wants to do, and your complaints won't move him a fraction of an inch. Once he's lazying around, it will suddenly become too much of an effort to lift his own pen or leave his nice, cozy recliner. Try and get him up, and watch him smirk charmingly at your enthusiasm. (He's not cold, just a little on the cruel side.) To make things worse, he also sulks, tends toward making fun of whoever is in the room with him, and sends them on weird, pretty much impossible missions—like, "Get me one of those chocolate things with marshmallows. Do it in ten minutes." Or, "Train our youngest member to run two hundred laps in under two minutes." (Obviously, he doesn't like to be specific, but you already knew that about him.) Celio's boredom is contagious and terrifying. Thankfully, he's something of an Old Man, and can be mature to match his grounded personality. He makes split decisions quickly and his stability spreads to most other people, which helps maintain Bovino's standing in the mafia world. And, if you know their history, that makes him a formidable business man. A P P E A R A N C E ! Height: 5'10. Weight: 200 lbs. Remarkable Features: His hair is gray. Which, taking his peers into consideration, is not a very common color unless you happen to be eighty. (Well, he is the type who ages early.) Overall Looks: Celio is something of the imposing sort. Smiles are rare, and he has an unapproachable air that tends to frighten people off. It's not wrong to say he doesn't particularly express himself well, or even make any real effort to try. (He'd like to, but it might take away from his cool boss persona he spends so much time keeping intact.) His hair is a smoky gray, cut at the chin and hung loosely with a set of bangs that touch the bridge of his nose. Although it sits flat, he never got it to follow him like most normal people, and just leaves it be. His eyes are the same shade as his hair, perhaps with a hint of dark blue near the pupils. As for clothing, he wears basically the same thing every day—a button-up covered by a heavy cloth and leather trench coat, complete with stylish belts and buckles to make it just complicated enough to be different. Although he is not necessarily built, he does have some upper body strength and a good amount of muscle. What he might not have in height he makes up with a naturally powerful and healthy physique, as well looking badass through a series of tattoos on his right arm. His chin and face are heart-shaped, cheeks having kept a layer of baby fat and giving him something of a "softer" look if he's not frowning. Which is never, but that's a technicality. A B I L I T I E S ! Hitman Ability: As a Boss of Bovino, Celio was one of few born into the family with a healthy sky flame. Beyond being able to attack with his flames as a rule—burnings, propulsion power, and the like—he has the Sky-imbued ability of Adaptability/Potentiality. Thus, he is able to reshape his firearm and 'crystalize' the flame to suit a total of seven forms. Handguns, sniper rifles, bazookas, bombs and more make for an impressive repertoire to choose from. Celio is a master of raw fire power, and each has a set of specific attributes. Organized in respect to their strength: 1. Bovino Semiautomatic handgun - the handgun is capable of being used in any and all situations, and doesn't take away from any of Celio's natural strength. It has no particular special abilities, nor is it stronger than your regular box weapon. Like all his weapons, it does not necessarily need to be loaded with Dying Will Bullets, but it can be depending on the scenario. 2. Bovino Automatic Assault Rifle - stronger, but decidedly less easy to handle and more difficult to manuever—due to its length—than the handgun. It fires more of his flame, but is nowhere near exhausting to use. Like the handgun, it has no special mentions. 3. Bovino Submachine Gun - simply an alternative to the assualt rifle, but capable of firing multiple faster rounds. The amount of flame he uses is also similar to the assault rifle, albeit slightly weaker. 4. Bovino Machine Gun - now we're literally getting to his big guns. Depending on his strength, battle conditions and personal preference, he can fire explosive or conventional flame. Its rounds are incredibly fast in comparison to the assault rifle and sub-machine gun. 5. Bovino Sniper Rifle - a special and rarely used form of his Sky flame, it is not geared for close combat. Instead, his sniper rifle is capable of long-distance firing—and, in this, stealth. By focusing a massive amount of condense flame in a single shot, he can incapacitate an enemy upon impact. This, however, is arguably the most tiring and impractical of all the forms. 6. The Bovino Gun turrent - a mounted weapon that fires multiple rounds, and is hidden behind a long strip of metal. Another one of his most powerful, it utilizes his lightning flame to create a 'shield' from which he can safely fire or protect downed companions. It nonetheless can only be retained for at most twelve posts. 7. The Bovino Handgrenade - exactly what it sounds, and thereby packing a lot of raw power. It is second to the sniper rifle in level of fatigue, and he can only manage ten at any given time before he must choose a weaker alternate. These can have either lightning flame to trap an enemy in a 'shell' or sky flame; the former is defensive and the latter is offensive. Flame Type: Sky.

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Ring(s): the Bovino Sky ring, which is also its de facto family ring. On rare occasions he has the Thor, an ancient Lightning Ring that doubles as a family treasure. Unfortunately, that's all it is, and its strength as a catalyst leaves . . . "something to be desired."
Box Weapon: None to speak of. He doesn't care for box weapons.
Box Animal:

Lazyass, the Bovino Sky Bull - although he has a much more formal and fitting name, Celio and his Bull do not get along due to their temperamental, stubborn natures. They butt heads like any two real bulls might do, but even Augustino will occasionally attack instead of lie around in comfortable grass. He is mainly a thing of strength rather than special abilities, and will stampede enemies, maul them with his horns, or crush them with his hooves.

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B A C K G R O U N D !

History:

Celio has and always will be a hitman of Bovino, although he specialized in selling weaponry and relations with other families rather than actual murder for most of his career. Nonetheless, he has always had a deeply-set loyalty to his famiglia, and that began long ago. Upon joining the Bovino family, he was something of a loose canon, and didn't like to take help unless absolutely necessary. His place as a potential heir to the family made him, while not quite arrogant, extremely sensitive to the opinions of his mafioso. He felt as though he had to prove himself, but also thought of their place in the mafia world as "being too weak."

At fourteen, he went out searching for fights after a report from one of his fellows, and ended up badly injured and wondering if he was going to be taken capture by another family. (His sky flame made him something of interest to anyone.) Irritated and going five-to-one, he was surprised when he was actually rescued by Lambo—a veteran and hero of Bovino. Impressed by his nonchalant demeanor and damn awesome abilities, Lambo became Celio's hero, although he would never admit to it. Even now, he has the worst fanboy crush on him. Ever.

Inspired to become like his idol, he sharpened himself into someone with a 'cool attitude.' Trained his mind and body, as well as swore to protect the entirety of his family under any and all conditions. That, and he pledged his loyalty to the Vongola—forever and always. This led to him striking up a good business deal involving Bovino's firearms between the two, and racking in the money for his family. Realizing he had some talent for gambling and supply and demand, he worked to sell resources to other families throughout Italy.

This dedication gave him real potential to become the boss of Bovino, and—because the current boss was so proud of one of his "cute nephews", as well as his natural skill with the Sky flame—would be the catalyst for him to earn his position. He still is not exactly a fighter, as characterized by his family, but is nevertheless talented and well-liked by his subordinates.

Notes of interest/Trivia: FOR THE RECORD, HE DOESN'T HAVE HYPER DYING WILL OR ANYTHING. HIS GOLD EYE IS JUST A REFLECTION OF LIGHT.

. . . I loved that picture for the ring and the orange glow, but that golden eye.

P L A Y E R !

Alias: samedi.
Contact Information: PM or msn, if you ask, please.
Member Title: Don't want one.
Password: BULLETS ARE BAD.
RP Sample:
'Enter the abyss,' Kato was something of an email connoisseur—he never trusted talking because he sometimes got nervous, and the elegant written word seemed so much less impromptu. Checking stuff every afternoon was second nature. 'It's a little old fashion though, a black layout with an input box.'

[/b] The set-up was cool, and if it was a prank then they were clearly following the Rule of Damn Awesome down to a T. Probably sat up thinking about how to present themselves effectively. (He felt like he was going to get badass text with an ominous and wicked funny, "Seveeeeeeen daaaaaaays until you visit the Teeeeecccch Guuuuysss. Save your porn, that ought to be fun to explain to the help center. They'll laugh.")

He liked this sender; felt like he had fun with his syntax. Cyber terrorists introduce themselves with style, and Kato could respect that before he pulled his legs up and wondered why it had a legitimate route to follow. As the type who knew programming was a changing language, he never failed to keep his virus scan updated—and there was a distinct lack of Minchō politely informing him that ohfucksomethingisouttheremanit'soutthere.

"Weird," and the asterisks winked at him, "But that doesn't make any sense." Antsy, the white backdrop seemed to blur, and he tackled the programming—quick, lovingly and with a curiosity high. Hackers had a duty to tear each other apart in the name of honor! The keys tapped in a line of fast clicks, and he waited.

Data encrypted. Data encrypted. Data encrypted. Error. . . error . . . error.

His face was a confused toss up between surprise and intrigue, ". . . Pro, huh. That's pretty cool." Sighing, he curled his toes and settled back in his swivel chair—hands behind his head, stringing along that corrupt Junes jingle that played in every commercial slot their sponsors could horde. It had been stuck in his brain lately. "Ah, man, I'm not really good enough yet to figure it out . . ." And he pouted, puffing his cheeks (in a fashion he would never admit made him look a kid) and generally very disappointed with the idea of letting it go. 'It feels like giving up so early in the game. Maybe I'll try modding something instead—' but it had a vibe attached to it, as though it were the hook to a great opening of a corny, but nonetheless very-good-after-you-actually-see-it horror film.

'Chase the truth from an anonymous,' what truth, and he smirked when he typed it out to himself. 'Yeah right, who would just make it that easy—' the browser shuddered and loaded, hosting nothing except a date and a cafe name. Never mind, that theory was dead. Fixing his eyes on the ceiling, Kato figured that maybe somebody he knew was messing with him. The name seemed kind of memorable, as though he'd crossed it before somewhere along the line.

'Guy likes his coffee, I guess,' and it might have not been worth spending much time on, but he kind of wanted to go now. He tched when the digital clock turned its numbers over, massaging his arm—stiff and yet to get back into the grove of hard labor. Unsympathetic to the fifteen pounds he had to lug around, Kato kicked his schoolbag over with his foot.

It sat there, mocking his pain. '. . . argh. Yeah, I don't like you either.' He dragged it to the futon and dropped to the floor. 'At least it's a way to kill four hours.' Sometimes textbooks had entertaining trivia to learn too, and he sifted pages for a good minute until the paper-door shot open.

Not exactly expecting that, he jerked back and nearly tumbled into the wall behind him. (Kato was not known for being very good at staying on his feet off the field. Or hearing people outside the door.) The Japanese don't care about your locks, and he got himself up while his mom went on about how he should come and talk to her while she was making dinner. One of many house rules: if you want to eat, then a little bit of bonding time won't hurt you.

Hey, he wasn't complaining. Kato liked helping out with the cooking—or most anything else, there wasn't much he really minded—and he was the type to ramble on and on; as long as everyone's happy, right? Or, if not, then "real men can get by in the kitchen. It's a test of true strength there, survival of the fittest." (No, he was being serious. A duck head with the eyes rolled back behind the skull taught him of its many traumas. That, and he burned himself like clockwork.)

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