PLAYER Name: Aya Personal Journal:disposableninja@LJ E-mail: disposable_ninja [at] hotmail [dot] com AIM/MSN/etc: AIM:Anryuu Nata / Plurk: trilobite_punch
CHARACTER Name: Firo Prochainezo Canon: Baccano! Timeline: After the end of first book, The Rolling Bootlegs If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?: N/A
Personality: For a member of the Camorra, Firo's a surprisingly friendly sort. Considerably bold, he isn't afraid to confront people, nor is he worried about the impression he leaves since he's simply being himself. He's a representative of the Martillo Family, and coming from the city and age of mafias and power struggles, it's a fact that he flashes as readily as a police badge. If anyone knows anything of the Camorras, then they know well not to give the boy trouble, or they'll find out just how much trouble they've gotten themselves into. And for those stubborn and upset enough, they'll know which clan to direct their ire towards if they're made a fool of.
It's not to say that Firo actively looks for trouble himself... but things happen, and as a young man having chosen a dangerous path in life, he's not about to let such details get in the way of him experiencing new things. This goes hand-in-hand with his tendancy to meddle, but he means well, really. Sometimes he just can't help himself; if something's going on and he just happens to be around, more often than not, Firo will go to investigate, or jump into something that didn't originally involve him. He's not afraid of the consequences. It isn't only due to his immortality. There's little one needs to fear when even death holds no claim on them. But even before gaining such a trait, Firo was never afraid to take risks, to live life on the edge. There was no hesitation in his decision to join the ranks of the Camorra, and he's never been one to back out on anything once setting his foot in.
He has street smarts, but he also has something else- the knowledge of many an immortal before him. After absorbing the immortal known as Szilard Quates, Firo has gained not only the knowledge and experience of the old alchemist, but of all of Quates' victims before him. Among what has been passed on to Firo, likely the secret of creating the elixir of immortality as Quates had gained when he 'ate' Maiza's younger brother long ago after having found out that Maiza had passed along that knowledge to him. With this newfound knowledge, Firo also learned how he could break the control Quates had on Ennis to allow the Homunculus a chance to live life as any other person would, and although his feelings for her are rather obvious at times, he still has a tendency to be shy in expressing them to her.
First Person: Okay, so...I got nothin'. Even if I was that drunk, none'a the guys woulda gone through this much trouble to pull a prank. [Firo hesitates. Then again, Isaac and Miria went to a lot of extremes over plenty of paltry things-] ...but they weren't at the Alveare...
[A frown pulls at his face as he strokes his chin. Idly, he begins to twirl the watch by its chain, sending the image blurring.]
An' then there's this... [He catches it in his palm again, looking down at the open face.]
Well, guess the first thing I should do is figure out where the hell I am, then see if I can telephone Mister Maiza. How hard can that be?
Third Person: It was ridiculous, perhaps even unbelievable- or a least it would have been if the boy hadn't already been thrown into enough unbelievable situations already. Finding out you were suddenly unable to die was pretty high up there on the scale of 'weird and unusual,' but this was starting to come in as a close second. It was a little worrying when even the old man's memories couldn't place anything of this sort under his vast two hundred-plus years of experience. Firo wasn't one to let that bother him too much. There wasn't any sense in worrying about something he didn't completely understand, right?
"Well, how would Mister Maiza deal with somethin' like this..." he mused aloud, tilting his head in thought as he folded an arm across his chest. "...guess he'd try to figure out where he was, first off..." The young Camorrista glanced about. He'd been walking quite a ways from where he'd first found himself without really pausing to consider that maybe he should have paid more attention in the first place. Then again it probably wouldn't have made much difference; none of the things around him struck him as familiar, at least, nothing that was native to New York. "Okay, not workin'. Let's work backwards then. What was I doin' before I got here?" Frowning in thought, he stopped to lean against a wall. He'd been at the Alveare- nothing unusual about that. Maiza was there, and Ennis and Czeslaw. They'd had dinner, sat about and chatted, knocked back a few drinks. It had been a long day, and spending it in the company of close friends was always a great way to end it. "Oh yeah. I dozed off, I guess." He remembered feeling Ennis' hand resting on his shoulder.
...that still didn't explain his present circumstances, and the puzzled expression on his face mirrored his thoughts as he came to this conclusion. "I woke up here. Well that don't make any sense..." Sighing, he scratched the back of his neck. "Guess I'm better off finding out where the hell this is..." He shoved away from the wall, looking about again before he set off. When as lost as he already was, it didn't really matter which direction one went, did it?
{ [CANON] Firo Prochainezo || Baccano! || no reserve || 1 of 1
Name: Aya
Personal Journal: disposableninja@LJ
E-mail: disposable_ninja [at] hotmail [dot] com
AIM/MSN/etc: AIM:Anryuu Nata / Plurk: trilobite_punch
CHARACTER
Name: Firo Prochainezo
Canon: Baccano!
Timeline: After the end of first book, The Rolling Bootlegs
If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?: N/A
Personality:
For a member of the Camorra, Firo's a surprisingly friendly sort. Considerably bold, he isn't afraid to confront people, nor is he worried about the impression he leaves since he's simply being himself. He's a representative of the Martillo Family, and coming from the city and age of mafias and power struggles, it's a fact that he flashes as readily as a police badge. If anyone knows anything of the Camorras, then they know well not to give the boy trouble, or they'll find out just how much trouble they've gotten themselves into. And for those stubborn and upset enough, they'll know which clan to direct their ire towards if they're made a fool of.
It's not to say that Firo actively looks for trouble himself... but things happen, and as a young man having chosen a dangerous path in life, he's not about to let such details get in the way of him experiencing new things. This goes hand-in-hand with his tendancy to meddle, but he means well, really. Sometimes he just can't help himself; if something's going on and he just happens to be around, more often than not, Firo will go to investigate, or jump into something that didn't originally involve him. He's not afraid of the consequences. It isn't only due to his immortality. There's little one needs to fear when even death holds no claim on them. But even before gaining such a trait, Firo was never afraid to take risks, to live life on the edge. There was no hesitation in his decision to join the ranks of the Camorra, and he's never been one to back out on anything once setting his foot in.
He has street smarts, but he also has something else- the knowledge of many an immortal before him. After absorbing the immortal known as Szilard Quates, Firo has gained not only the knowledge and experience of the old alchemist, but of all of Quates' victims before him. Among what has been passed on to Firo, likely the secret of creating the elixir of immortality as Quates had gained when he 'ate' Maiza's younger brother long ago after having found out that Maiza had passed along that knowledge to him. With this newfound knowledge, Firo also learned how he could break the control Quates had on Ennis to allow the Homunculus a chance to live life as any other person would, and although his feelings for her are rather obvious at times, he still has a tendency to be shy in expressing them to her.
First Person:
Okay, so...I got nothin'. Even if I was that drunk, none'a the guys woulda gone through this much trouble to pull a prank. [Firo hesitates. Then again, Isaac and Miria went to a lot of extremes over plenty of paltry things-] ...but they weren't at the Alveare...
[A frown pulls at his face as he strokes his chin. Idly, he begins to twirl the watch by its chain, sending the image blurring.]
An' then there's this... [He catches it in his palm again, looking down at the open face.]
Well, guess the first thing I should do is figure out where the hell I am, then see if I can telephone Mister Maiza. How hard can that be?
Third Person:
It was ridiculous, perhaps even unbelievable- or a least it would have been if the boy hadn't already been thrown into enough unbelievable situations already. Finding out you were suddenly unable to die was pretty high up there on the scale of 'weird and unusual,' but this was starting to come in as a close second. It was a little worrying when even the old man's memories couldn't place anything of this sort under his vast two hundred-plus years of experience. Firo wasn't one to let that bother him too much. There wasn't any sense in worrying about something he didn't completely understand, right?
"Well, how would Mister Maiza deal with somethin' like this..." he mused aloud, tilting his head in thought as he folded an arm across his chest. "...guess he'd try to figure out where he was, first off..." The young Camorrista glanced about. He'd been walking quite a ways from where he'd first found himself without really pausing to consider that maybe he should have paid more attention in the first place. Then again it probably wouldn't have made much difference; none of the things around him struck him as familiar, at least, nothing that was native to New York. "Okay, not workin'. Let's work backwards then. What was I doin' before I got here?" Frowning in thought, he stopped to lean against a wall. He'd been at the Alveare- nothing unusual about that. Maiza was there, and Ennis and Czeslaw. They'd had dinner, sat about and chatted, knocked back a few drinks. It had been a long day, and spending it in the company of close friends was always a great way to end it. "Oh yeah. I dozed off, I guess." He remembered feeling Ennis' hand resting on his shoulder.
...that still didn't explain his present circumstances, and the puzzled expression on his face mirrored his thoughts as he came to this conclusion. "I woke up here. Well that don't make any sense..." Sighing, he scratched the back of his neck. "Guess I'm better off finding out where the hell this is..." He shoved away from the wall, looking about again before he set off. When as lost as he already was, it didn't really matter which direction one went, did it?