|
Name: Carlos Bianchi
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Description: 5' 8" with short, light brown hair and bright green eyes, Carlos doesn't scream intimidation when he's smiling. In fact, he's a pretty boy. He's got a handsome face and a constant charming smile. Of course, when he's not smiling, he's got a mean glare. Still, most of the time he breeze's through with his wonderful smile and laid back looks. Full of energy, Carlos has lightly tanned skin and a lean, athletic build. When fighting, he's not the strongest or the toughest, but he's determined and fast as lightning.
Clothing/Weapons: He wears a variety of suits for most occasions. He's found that you can't go wrong with them. His favorite is a slick black suit with very faint pin-stripes, with matching pants and shoes, with a white vest and undershirt. He almost always wears a nice white tie, with his company's logo on it. Black shades are his eye wear of choice. All of these are rather expensive. He buys the best.
Dual SMGs - His weapon of choice when things heat up, he built these himself with the finest parts, and trained relentlessly to wield them at the same time. He's still far from accurate with the pair, unless he puts one down, but he can put more bullets down range then most and up close they're devastating.
Small Caliber Pistol, with a large magazine
Recoil sleeves - His own invention, and a extension of his companies recoil gauntlets. They provide with steadier control with firearms but absorbing and managing recoil. They also help with impacts of all sorts and provide light protection to his arms.
Wrist computer - Part gauntlet, part computer. It covers his part of his left lower arm, wrist, and has a fingerless glove. It holds a small, hi tech computer and PDA. His own little personal database, he uses it to store important information, and various other tasks. Besides power, it's built for durability during rough conditions.
Switchblade and brass knuckle: staple of the industry.
Firebombs - 'Cause who doesn't like fire? His tend to be well made, and have some aluminum, magnesium and phosphorous in them, which adds a hint of white color and sparks.
White-gold lighter
Goal/Occupation: Inventing/Running a brothel, the Corona Blanc/Make a profit, and keep going up in the world, and have a damn good time doing it.
Personality: He's a man who loves a good time. His favorite vice is women: He can't keep himself off them, and flirts fairly constantly. He's actually a fairly nice fellow, if you stay on his good side. Carlos prefers it that ways: calm and laid back, smooth as silk. His speech tends to be a bit odd: accented, he speaks like an odd mix of a gang member and someone who's seen one too many mafia movies, littered with curses, words from decades past, and sprinkled with Spanish and Italian. It's most noticeable when someone isn't on his good side, when he out-curses sailors and brings enough threats and anger to terrify most people. So while it might seem like obvious advice, don't make him angry, because underneath it all he's a ruthless killer. Unlike many of the folk in his business, he keeps his hybrids in line mostly with positive reinforcement. It's not something he likes going around, but physical punishment of them is typically pretty rare.
History: Born at the bottom, in the nasty side of town, Carlos was part of a small Spanish/Italian family. Living paycheck to paycheck, they scraped by while Carlos got a mediocre education. Like most in his situation, he tended to run with gangs, getting into trouble and slipping through with wit and attitude. It probably would have gone on, had it not been for a realization he had while messing with his first handgun. Curious as to this tool of death, he started taking it apart and putting it together. He began sneaking into the public library to look up information on guns, and soon got hooked on a lot more. A prodigy, at first it was just a hobby, and modifying guns for his friends. Soon, however, it turned into something more. He started bigger and bigger projects in his spare time, finding money where he could get it. Applying to college on various scholarships, he left behind the streets and did surprisingly well.
What learned there allowed him to start his own arms company, producing first weapons for the military and then electronics for the public. The corporate life wasn't for him, though. Too rough to talk nice or handle things nicely, he left his position as CEO to start up a brothel/nightclub/casino, for reasons of his own. It's not for money, really: With his corporation still running fine in the Board of Director's hands, Carlos owns untold millions, and might be worth more. But Carlos loves fun, and that's just what his new job gives him. A one stop shop for all your fun, his place, the Corona Blanc, runs party's, gambling and prostitution in equal measure, with the occasional black market arms deal. It just recently opened, however, with all the downsides being the new guy implies. He's still working on getting the word out and attracting members from his competition.
_________________ 
Last edited by NeoWarrior7 on Sun Aug 15, 2010 10:14 pm, edited 1 time in total.
|
