Limey-Chan's Continued Roleplay Page

Gifts from my teacher all, the gun was specially made to withstand my flames, as well as utilize them. The handcuffs are for making it easier to get payments. The collar, which I am sure is not only an insult to my pride but bugged as well, is something I wear only in Mr. Grant's presence, to please him.

Standing at his side...gleam in my eye, I'm biding my time...

I am the right-hand man to Liotta Grant and the rest of the Grant family, and you're expecting a welcome? Come now, pitiable stranger, do I look like the welcoming type? No? Then you're right. But alas, I am being forced to do this by my boss, so here's your welcome. *terse smile* I am not as kind or so akin to keeping my hands clean as my boss is, but I do my best to hide this from him as I wait my time until the moment is right...for what? You shall never know.

History:
Unlike Mr. Grant, I come from a very powerful family that opposes the Grant family in the fight for power over the streets. How I have been so successful in hiding my name from him is a mystery to me, but he seems to trust me so closely, making the mission that my father died trying to fulfill--the coming to full power of the Benett family--seem much closer for me than it ever was for my power-hungry parents. This is not to say that I was not raised to be power-mad as well, for I was. It was merely my mother who taught me great patience, and she hides and waits for the day that I succeed.

Name: Luciano Benett
Nickname: Luca
Age: Seventeen
Prefers: Females
Profession: Mafia peon

As for my clothing, I mimic Mr. Grant very much, in that I prefer dark suits with big pockets, dark shoes and shirts. I carry handcuffs for easier...persuasion of our clients to pay up. They seem to be more willing to pay when handcuffed to railing and dripping blood from the face. My collar  was a gift from Mr. Grant the day he agreed to take me under his wing. It doesn't appear to be bugged, but I still am cautious about my actions when I wear it, which is only in Mr. Grant's presence. I don't know if he thinks it's funny or something, but whatever it takes to keep in his foolish favor.
 

Crimine

Little is known about Crimine. He appeared one day out of my flames and now attends to me always, near my arm, neck, or ear. The creature has a general disdain for life, even for my own, but since he was cast from my flame, he has no choice but to serve dilligently until I see fit to put him out with a bucket of water.

Nazi

Nazi came into my possession by chance alone. A deal had gone awry with an associate and when Liotta  and I chased after him to finish our "transaction", my hat fell to the ground. When I returned a few minutes later to retrieve the hat, I found the coal black kitten curled up in the upended accessory. The source of the kitten's name should require no guessing.