㊀ Mafia and supernatural powers

Nothing is impossible. What is impossible is just a myth, or a fairy tale that cannot be calculated. [NAME PLACEHOLDER] followed one rule in his life: if something can be calculated, if something can be explained, then it is possible to create or re-create it. There were different people in their world, gifted and ordinary, and the talents varied, from the ability to calculate fate from cards to the ability to create fire claws out of nothing. [NAME PLACEHOLDER] himself felt that his gift was logical enough, even suited to him, and he never resisted his fate, only tried to improve it through his own calculation.
Numbers, variables, problems, theories - the boy had a better grasp of all this than adults by the time he was seven, and by ten he was comprehending the knowledge of students at the university, being equal to them in terms of mental development, solving problems in higher mathematics as if it were some kind of light matter.

However, his gift was also partly his curse. His father, a dumbass to his core as [NAME PLACEHOLDER] described him, decided to use his son's gift for bad. Instead of playing with his peers, [NAME PLACEHOLDER] used probability theory to calculate which lottery ticket his father should have bought to win the prize or which lottery would be easier to win. [NAME PLACEHOLDER]'s father was in debt, and in order to pay off a mafia clan, that had the nerve to borrow the money from for another adventure, he sold his own son to the mafia clan called Soaring Dragon.
However, unlike everything the boy expected to get in this mafia clan, he certainly didn't expect to be treated as a normal human being. He had expected to be locked up in some dungeon and kept on a chain, forced to calculate day by day some probabilities or something like that, but he certainly hadn't expected to be led into his own room by the head of this very clan, that explained to him who they are and what they were doing. The man was large, broad-shouldered, with scars on his face that ran across his eye and eyebrow, but he didn't seem too scary for a boy, especially when he smiled. [NAME PLACEHOLDER]'s room was cosy and bright, with a big bed and a wide window, a lot of toys on the shelves, a big table and chair, and a soft carpet. It was probably used to keep children as collateral for those parents who couldn't boast of any results or progress in the eyes of the mafia. But from this day onward it was his and his own.

By his thirtieth birthday, [NAME PLACEHOLDER] was already known in Mafia circles as [NAME PLACEHOLDER], and only responded to '[NAME PLACEHOLDER]' from the others or '[NAME PLACEHOLDER]' from his own people. His own name was too intimate of a part of his life, and he wasn't about to let some ignoramus use on a regular basis. He stood 6'2" tall, not a small kid anymore, and towered over the others, looking at them with clear displeasure in his eyes behind the dark glasses and facemask. Part of the reason he started wearing masks was to hide his discontent during negotiations with anyone else when he was a teenager, following the advice of the clan boss, because it was clear from his face that he didn't like anything and the terms of the deal were fake.
So now, in no particular hurry, [NAME PLACEHOLDER] was treading the cold stone of some dungeon, with his faithful bodyguard at his back, heading straight for the small arena where the old man sat.
"[NAME PLACEHOLDER]! Have you honoured me by coming in person!" exclaimed the old man, rising from his seat, distracted from the torture of the prisoners who were everywhere in the place. "Still with that mask over your face? Come one, I won't tell anyone how you look!"
"This is a precaution," [NAME PLACEHOLDER] simply answered, halting at once as he was greeted be the slave owner. "I need that slave and I will get him. Even from your slimy hands."
"My, my, you don't trust the good ol' Turley?" the man pried, eyeing the statue head behind which [NAME PLACEHOLDER] just scoffed audibly, prompting the laugh out of him. "That's why I like you, [NAME PLACEHOLDER] , always stick to the deal. Anyway, did you bring the money?"
With a wave of [NAME PLACEHOLDER]'s hand, his bodyguard stepped forward behind him, picked up the grey suitcase, placed it on his arm, and, opening it, showed the promised notes, neatly folded and counted, as each Franklin was facing the Turley.
"Five millions. Now, show me the slave, and don't bother trying to fool me. Show me his powers too if you want this," demanded [NAME PLACEHOLDER], placing the hand on the suitcase and closing it before the old man's eyes as he looked quite pleased with the view on the future payment.
"Of course, [NAME PLACEHOLDER]. He's right here."

A native of the beautiful country of Spain, Valentino spent only his childhood and adolescence there before moving to the land of opportunity in the United States. Valentino wanted to achieve something more than just become famous in his country, he wanted to become famous throughout the world, and therefore, in order to become the best of the best, he had to study at the best university in the world. Or so he thought at least. To him, States were like a golden ticket on the Willy Wonka Chocolate Factory, the one way to fame and glory. His calling was medicine, because he loved to help people, and to be more precise, he loved to help people understand themselves. Therefore, the guy went to study as a psychiatrist in order to make his dream come true.
Garcia has always had a predisposition to empathy. Even when he was a little boy, he always felt sorry for any bird or insect that was hurt, no matter the size, let alone people, and always tried to help them. He was a sensitive child who always cried when someone else cried, who would always lend a shoulder to help and will patiently listen, help with advice or even deeds. Valentino felt so good when he was able to help his friends, so it was not a surprise for him to discover that he was supposed to make his dream come true. Growing up, the young boy did not have dreams of becoming an astronaut or perhaps a policeman, not at all, but he had a dream of helping every person in the world.

The determined Garcia studied hard over the last few years in his home country, and his hard work paid off — he entered the psychology degree through a grant system, and, after graduating, began working at a Teen Help Center in a sunny Florida. The sun-kissed young psychologist, with pleasant facial features and a soft smile, involuntarily attracted attention and curious gazes wherever he went, and his kind aura seemed to help children and teenagers feel safe around him. Valentino devoted all his free time to work at the Center, and even on his days off he still came there to visit other children and simply help in any way he could, either drag something somewhere, paint it, or nail it to the wall. People like him are said to be “in their place.” Indeed, Garcia was truly happy to have found his calling so early, and was happy to help others. His heart ached for all those teens that couldn't quite express themselves in peace, and he tried to help them in any shape or form he could. Valentino was wonderful at talking to patients, but he often just sat with his mentor, an older woman named Cassandra, and just noted everything she did, to, hopefully, get one chance to prove that he is a doctor too. Of course, he knew that he was far too young and didn't have any sort of valuable experience, but he also wanted to gain said experience, so he fought hard and long for one opportunity that would mark his beginning career as aspiring psychiatrist, Dr. Garcia.

I decided to make this blog to keep the characters categorised for others to have an easier time to browse them.

Fully Original Characters:

㊀ Stephan Sagraverro. The King of the fallen Empire.
www.roleplay.me/blog/291348

㊁ Hak Chiun. The Crane Yokai.
www.roleplay.me/blog/290980

㊂ Ennis. The God's First Angel To Doubt His Path.
www.roleplay.me/blog/288141

㊃ Hiro. The First Dark Wizard To Roam The Mortal World.
www.roleplay.me/blog/287769

㊄ Valentino Garcia. Young Psychiatrist.
www.roleplay.me/blog/293775


Fandom Characters In Different Universes:

㊀ Adi. Demon That Lost His Angel.
www.roleplay.me/blog/290981

㊁ Kiyoomi Sakusa. Weapon Master From The Death City.
www.roleplay.me/blog/290978

㊂ Neji Hyuga. The Assassin Of The Cybercity.
www.roleplay.me/blog/290977


Original Characters in Fandom Universes:

㊀ Hideaki Takashi. The Master Of the Demon Butler.
www.roleplay.me/blog/290805

㊁ Reginald Lestrange. The Loyal Second-In-Command for Tom Riddle.
www.roleplay.me/blog/290296

㊂ Jean Kin. A Supermodel With A Dark Secret.
www.roleplay.me/blog/290167

㊃ Hitoshi. The Firebender That Defined His Kind.
www.roleplay.me/blog/290166

㊄ Satoru Imai. Not So Friendly Neighbourhood Ghoul.
www.roleplay.me/blog/288206

㊅ Noroi Shimayuri. The Vengeful Spirit Used By The Entity.
www.roleplay.me/blog/287805

"Only after losing everything you can see value in anything."

Stephan wasn't by any means a cruel ruler. He was strict with his subjects, often scolding them for negligence and demanding the highest devotion to himself, as any King certainly was worth. He was wise, playing the politics game with his neighbours and enemies, keeping them close to himself. But he also was weak for something that was beyond any human being. His weakness was magic.

King Stephan II was known for his extensive practice of magic, trying to create the most powerful spell imaginable. He wanted to have something, that would grant him and his kingdom eternal peace. Who in their right mind would attack them, knowing, that they could wipe the very land their people were living many-many hills away? So he experimented, and days turned into weeks, weeks turned into moths, and moths turned into years. The man knew he had to keep trying, even if the truth slipped away from him time and time again. He created healing spells that could soothe even the most aching wounds, he created transforming spells which could change objects to whatever he wanted. And then...he created the Destruction Spell. The first time he sued it he almost died himself, as it backfired and literally blew into his face, leaving his black hair with a silver strand, a mark that was left after the spell. It served as a reminder to him: never use that spell again, unless in great need.

So Stephen continued learning more about the magic he could wield as well as its influence on the world he supposed to protect. He shared that with his advisors, he shared it with his most trusted Knight, and he hoped to never use harming spells. Instead, he offered his loyal subjects the opportunity to learn the magic too. However, what he couldn't predict is that this decision could lead his Kingdom of Teonia to the very death.

1. Adi
2. 21 years (by human standards)
3. The underground fights themselves found Adi and now he is known by the name of "Broke".
4. A meter and eighty centimeters of unbridled force. Bright red hair, thanks to human things called dye, now cast blood-red. Once bright, now empty, green eyes, freckles that are almost invisible due to their nightly lifestyle, and permanently broken lips. The nose is still flat and not crooked, as Adi is more agile than all his rivals and did not give them the pleasure of distorting his own face, which he earns fame with. A muscular body, a few dozen scars on the sides and thighs that are skilfully hidden under the tattoos. The abstract and not-so-great drawings comforted Adi when he looked at them, and served as a reminder that it was early to surrender. The demon’s clothing preferences have not changed, so the entire wardrobe is mainly black sports clothing, black casual clothing and one single suit. Constant companion are round glasses with darkened glass, thanks to which it is much easier and more effective to hide fake emotions.
5. Bisexual.
— Malbonte’s venom, even after resurrection, causes phantom pains in the heart and head.
— found peace in listening to old, in people’s opinion, songs about love, but in public prefers to listen to more aggressive and fast-paced music.
is a treasure trove for a therapist with several suicide attempts.
— He is still surprised that he has risen from the dead, or has returned, or what has happened, so he often pauses in place and goes deep into his thoughts, frightening people around him.
—The difficulties of the past keep the demon at bay, which makes it a serious mission every day to go out into the street and ignore people like Samy’s clothes or voice.
— With rage, dissatisfaction, fear, and pain he tries to get rid of in battles, Adi hopes to find inner peace and clarity of mind.
— Hates all the sweets and the smell of chocolate makes him nauseous, for his once-beloved sweets had too many memories he wished to not cry about.
— He didn’t think Samy might be alive, so he didn’t look for him. Any similarities to his lover considered by him merely a mockery of the universe.
6. The skills of the wings easily turned into excellent hand-to-hand combat skills, the ability to fly also remained. Born of a demon, Adi has the power to generate his own flame in any part of his body, and the same applies to breathing fire, but cannot control anything else. Adi’s individual ability is sonokinesis (sound manipulation). He only uses it as a destructive scream — a force capable of destroying structures. It can not only knock down a man, but also kill him.