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Antidote x Regal | Mafia 1x1April 6, 2025 09:42 PM


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Muse A is an ambitious journalist driven by the desire to expose the truth and secure a legacy as a game-changing reporter in the world of journalism. Amid this pursuit, they come across and dive into the world of a secretive international crime syndicate. Muse A's reckless chase of life-changing story material leads them to the mercy of Muse B, the head of the snake Muse A has been trying to both uncover and expose. Rather than killing Muse A, Muse B instead takes Muse A with him to his estate in a foreign country where A becomes a firsthand witness to the cruel beauty of Muse B's world - where trust is a weapon, survival demands sacrifice, and love is the deadliest game of all.


Edited at April 7, 2025 12:06 AM by Regal
Antidote x Regal | Mafia 1x1April 6, 2025 09:42 PM


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Full Name:

Cesare Valerio Lascaris-Cardinale

First Name Pronunciation:

{CHE-sah-rey}

Gender:

Male

Age:

27

Nationality:

Spaniard/Italian

Birthday:

January 12th

Appearance:

Cesare is a tall, slender man at a height of 6’3 with a figure that is well-balanced with the composition of both toned muscle and dexterity. Considering his heritage, the vast makeup of Cesare’s appearance is a curious paradox - medium-length, neatly kept dirty blond hair, hooded blue-green eyes, long thick lashes, strong nose, and full lips. The greatest callout to his heritage is the beige, sun-kissed hue of his complexion that is more warmed than not most of the year. The general impression of Cesare is not merely isolated to his attractive appeal but extends to that of how he carries himself and the demeanor he projects. To most onlookers, Cesare is a lax yet undeniably confident entity - charming yet exuding an air of mystery. Being caught in the snare of eye contact with Cesare is perhaps the most disconcerting aspect about him. He’s a difficult creature to read but has the ability to effortlessly appear as if he’s looking right through whomever has his attention. A simple, thin smile as a dismissal from his stare is generally all it takes for an impression of uncertainty to dissolve. A smirk on this man’s lips, however, tells a different, more dangerous tale. His accent is a pure but soft expression of the Spanish region he primarily grew up in - present enough to notice, not thick enough to be harsh sounding. Cesare also happens to be a well-dressed man for any and all occasions, even having a unique knack for making even more casual wear appear formal. While not consumed with ornamentation, Cesare does consistently wear a silver ring engraved with a few-word phrase on the inside only significant to anyone in the Cardinale family as a treasured heirloom.

Personality:

Charismatic ➹ Stoic ➷ Loyal ➹ Risk-Taker ➷ Cunning ➹ Two-Faced ➷ Witty ➹ Honest Liar ➷ Patient ➹ Indifferent ➷ Unwavering ➹ Astute ➷ Manipulative ➹ Controlling ➷ Dangerous Temper ➹ Fearless ➷ Eloquent ➹ Versatile ➷ Realistic ➹ Hard-Worker ➷ Restless ➹ Detail-Oriented ➷ Emotionally Detached ➷ Opportunist ➹ Assertive ➷ Protective ➹ Bold ➷ Extroverted ➹ Calculated Optimist ➷ Curious ➹ Ruthless ➷ Unforgiving ➹ Ambitious ➷ Vigorous ➹ Sarcastic

Family:

Elisa Lascaris - Mother

A loving but critical and equally hardy woman, she has carefully and purposefully overlooked the darker deeds responsible for her otherwise bright and vibrant life. While also a woman known to be difficult in simple terms, she is nothing short of devoted toward her children and her husband and someone Cesare treasures dearly.

Ines Lascaris - Younger Sister

A fickle, arrogant young woman who is nothing short of acutely irritating to Cesare, but nonetheless loved. She primarily resides in Paris, France, as an up and coming model, and rarely visits family unless it's for favors, money, or to find refuge from her own dramas and indulging herself in someone else’s.

Nilo Lascaris - Cousin

Nilo is both a perfectly complex and relatively simple person. While not much younger than Cesare, he has invested himself into being Cesare’s blindly loyal shadow and his closest confidant. He’s anything he is ultimately needed to be as a young man with a variety of trades and skills, but most notable is how disarmingly modest and gentle-natured he appears to be. Not to say Nilo isn’t as innocent as he looks at times, but he most certainly is not pure of committing dirty deeds either.

Stefano Cardinale - Father

A man who has always been few of words but many actions. Tough love is the kind of care Stefano led with as a father, and he was even tougher as the leader of an expanding syndicate. The name of the game has always been to ultimately keep the family name clean, or at least to a degree of reasonable doubt, and that has been the greatest priority in the business bestowed on Cesare. These days, Stefano - while still recognized as the primary head of operations to those close enough in the syndicate's dark circle to know the Cardinale family - is realistically living out his remaining days on the southern coast of Italy with Elisa. It has been an effort to carefully conceal the man’s rapidly dwindling health, and even harder to have thrust the bulk of responsibility onto Cesare with little warning despite the continued efforts for damage control and maintaining stability.

Constantine Vali - Uncle

An elitist dwelling in Germany, Constantine is a revered weapons manufacturer with contracts acquired from both foreign and domestic militaries and various private security firms across the globe. While distanced significantly from the Cardinale family's illegal affairs, Constantine does provide both weapons and monetary investment through laundering to the syndicate when needed. Only with the rapidly declining health of his older brother has he attempted to be more at Cesare’s beck and call for favors, Constantine is still largely an isolated, enigmatic creature poised to maintain his image and occupation.

Family Background:

Lascaris:

Bastard line of the Spanish Royal Family - acknowledged and respected nonetheless and holds moderate influence in Spanish politics

Cardinale:

An old religious lineage that turned from Saints to sinners in Italy - modernly revered as a name synonymous with wealth and success through international real estate investments

Extra Information:

> Cesare has an MBA degree

> Nilo’s father is a real estate lawyer, whose expertise is often used for the sake of the Cardinale affairs

> Cesare’s primary estate is in the Municipality of Pozuelo de Alarcón, Spain. He also has personal estates in New York and Italy, which are also locations with established syndicate routes.

> Cesare’s recent control over the syndicate does not follow traditional ‘Mafia-esque’ qualities, which at best is innovative and offers more opportunities for expansion, and at worst is abundantly risky and makes varying levels of syndicate members skeptical and uneasy to be a part of

> There are four languages Cesare is fluent in - Spanish, Italian, English, and German. He has an intermittent understanding of French

> Both Cesare and Ines were born with silver spoons in their mouths and had attentive childhoods, primarily living in Spain with their mother and other Lascaris relatives and rarely seeing their father until they were older

> While privileged, attempts on Cesare, Ines, and Elisa were a rare occurrence but occurrences nonetheless - the most notable action taken against them having been the abduction and ransom of both Cesare and Ines in their earlier years (Cesare having been seven, and Ines four)


Edited at April 8, 2025 12:06 AM by Regal
Antidote x Regal | Mafia 1x1April 6, 2025 09:48 PM


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Avaline Lily Roberts

(AYE-vah-leen)

“Words are my weapon”

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Nickname(s)

Ava (AYE-vah)

Nicknames Given

Open

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Age

24 Years Old

Birth Date

December 20th

Gender

Female

Sexuality

Heterosexual

Nationality

Italian / English

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Appearance

Skin

Ava's skin holds a warm tone, but not to the extreme of being tanned. Her complexion truly helps to highlight the freckles that fall upon the bridge of her nose and cheeks, softly dotted like the stars in the sky. Small hints of little birthmarks scatter across the rest of her skin.

Build

Ava stands at about 5 foot and 5 inches tall. She weighs roughly 136 pounds and has a slender figure. For her stature she is quite strong, living alone she has learned to defend herself if need be.

Hair

Ava has long locks of deep brown, natural highlights blending through as well. Her hair holds a natural large curl, cascading to just below her shoulder blades. A few pieces frame her face, especially when pulled into an updo.

Eyes

Two deep pools of blue. Her eyes are one of her most striking features, being a light shade of blue- they seem to see right through you. Her eyes almost seem to shine, especially when something has caught her interest or she is in deep conversation that she is passionate about.

Tattoos

None

Scars

Ava's scar is one she hides, one that anyone that has gotten close to her has never even seen. A thick scar traces just below her sternum to about 3 inches above her naval from previous surgeries, ones she wont discuss.

Piercings

Simple ear piercings, just 2 on each ear.

Jewelry

Ava tends to keep it simple, besides earrings, she wears a gold necklace and bracelet but that is about it unless she must dress up.

Voice

Ava holds a thick Italian accent, not one that is too thick you cannot understand, but one strong enough that reveals her origins. Even though she has lived in the states for years now, her accent never faded.

Personality

Smart ⋆ Skilled ⋆ Caring ⋆ Respectful & Respectable ⋆ Closed-Off Emotional ⋆ Hard Headed ⋆ Reserved ⋆ Avoidant ⋆ Impatient ⋆ Loyal ⋆ Strategic Thinker ⋆ Alert

Ava was once a loving and sweet girl, going about her day with a bright smile and almost a skip in her step. Things have changed since she has dove deep into her work of journalism. The long days and nights have taken it's toll. Ava has become impatient, closed off to those around her, her time focused on finding the evidence and knowledge to produce her work. Now since she is on the trail of mob-like work, moving closer and closer to finding the truth, she has blocked out her life around her, thinking she can just return to it once she publishes her biggest case. Ava can be stubborn and ruthless, only becuase she is scared to fail. She will fight as much as she can, even if she knows she will lose.

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“Whoever controls the media, controls the mind”

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Significant Other

None, a few partners in her past but nothing serious.

Familial Relations

Marucio Valentin (Italian) [Father] ↓

Male / Deceased

Liliana Roberts (English) [Mother] ↓

Female / Deceased

Other

Ava started her journalism career young, only 19 years old. Her work is fantastic, the amount of detail she can find and write, the way her words seem to melt into the reader's mind, she was hand picked by one of the largest publishers in the world. Her work use to be light hearted and fun, but since the death of her parents who were at the wrong place at the wrong time, everything has changed. She moved from the light and into the dark, working to expose the criminals that hide in the shadows.


Edited at April 8, 2025 01:10 PM by ANTIDOTE
Antidote x Regal | Mafia 1x1April 8, 2025 11:56 PM


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The early morning sun cast long shadows across the expanse of tarmac Cesare thoughtfully overlooked, the air still damp with dew. Thick, rich smoke coiled around his contemplative countenance with each deliberate inhale he took of the cigar nestled between his fingers. While his expression was unreadable, a rehearsed mask woven of calculated calm, his mind was anything but still.

If not for a person he should regard as no more than a minor inconvenience that believed it had permission to lurk and fester without his knowledge, Cesare wouldn’t be subject to waiting to board the private jet halted and at the ready of his leave just a couple hundred feet ahead of him. Disruption aside, he could not find it in himself to feel annoyed at something so trivial, per se. Or at least not anymore.

In the few short weeks he had become increasingly aware of the existence of a persistent observer keen on peering into a world they did not understand, Cesare had gone through a range of emotions on the matter. Instinct had initially implored him to send an extension of himself to dispose of this individual properly. Intelligence delivered to him yielded a name and occupation of the dedicated snoop - Avaline Roberts, journalist for an organization he had never cared to read an article from before. At least until he found it satisfactory to mutually snoop. It was as fair a pursuit as fair went in his perception and moral confines of the world.

A short span of time diluted an irritable rage at this young woman’s audacity of thinking she could observe a world and people she was too naive to comprehend in its totality and rather allowed those feelings to evolve into amusement surrounding this entire silent scandal. It was not a whim to induce fear nor an insatiable curiosity about the character or motivations of this woman that prompted him to want her delivered to his feet, to which he already suspected the beliefs and principles of would only compel him to bark in laughter at. No, Cesare recognized a tempest of ambition when he saw it, albeit not directly, but through the recklessly brave – stupid - actions of this young journalist. If he was right in his assumptions, Cesare presumed she must have as brazen determination as he did, albeit with far less sophistication and far more ignorance accompanying it. He could convince himself his intentions with her were to reap opportunities he had yet to see her capable of providing him, but in all reality, he was a man more keen on stoking the flames of a fire and watching how it burns.

If Senorita Roberts wanted a glimpse into the game she had no real understanding of, then she would learn quickly that in this world, the first rule of the game was simple - give and take. But it's not always, however, in equal measure.

The sound of tires smoothly rolling across the asphalt behind him and coming to a steady stop beckoned Cesare to tilt his head enough to be met with his own reflection through the tinted windows of the sleek black vehicle. From the pressed white button-down that fit his frame with purposeful precision to the polished black dress shoes, nearly every aspect of Cesare’s appearance and demeanor exuded a regal confidence and calculated control. The only thing even remotely out of place were a few stray wisps of blond hair being tousled by a light, constant breeze.

First to emerge was the ever-poised and smiling Nilos from the passenger seat, offering a friendly, childish antic of a wave. Nilos was a young man noticably comparable to his cousin - with curlier, messy brown hair, deep green eyes, and considerably appearing more amicable in every way. Cesare’s primarily dark aquamarine eyes, invaded by a presence of emerald splices, expressed no mirth nor dissatisfaction in his gaze back to Nilos. His response was simple - a final lifting of his cigar to his lips, a slow breath in, and dropping it from his fingers to the ground where it met its end beneath his foot.

In such a span, Nilos dutifully and undeterred by a lack of response from Cesare other than witnessing a puff of smoke being exhaled, had opened a backdoor to the vehicle and stepped to the side, waiting with the demeanor of a man accustomed to serving another hand and foot. Not that this particular someone would be the recipient of his servitude though. Cesare had given instructions to Nilos, and the other more built figure who he knew to be in the backseat accompanying Senorita Roberts, to heavily insist she go with them from whatever pick up point Nilos had deemed most advantageous and discreet. Whether such insistence was met with cooperation or required further methods of persuasion, Cesare wasn’t inclined to care considering his only requirement was the journalist to be brought to him alive. Alive and well was a matter that had been in the journalist's hands.

Antidote x Regal | Mafia 1x1April 9, 2025 05:32 PM


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Day after day, night after night, Avaline had focused her attention on her current project. Just as she had been doing so for months. Her mind would not let her rest, to take a moment and enjoy life, she was locked in a vicious cycle of investigating, finding evidence, typing until her fingers seemed to bleed. This new form of life had taken over almost a year ago when her parents were murdered, everything for her had changed. All of this was like a rush of adrenaline, a hit of a stimulant with each piece of evidence and knowledge she grasped. Her determination and skill had kept her in the lead, her work becoming some of the most read literature throughout the city. No one knew how she did it, especially journalists with many more years under their belts, she just did.

These last few weeks though have become much more intense. For both Avaline and the criminals she was tailing. She was getting close to something very important, she could tell, but she just could not find that last piece to open the doors of that dangerous world. She had become relentless, whether it was sneaking into crime scenes and blending in for information, or secretly listening in. She had found it quite easy to fit into the scene around her, to blend in with the crowd.

Avaline’s luck would not be lasting much longer though, the roles reversing. Once in the lead of standing back and observing, the enemy would soon return the favor. She had underestimated how smart the group she was following were. How they had lived in the shadows for so long and used it to their advantage. She had no clue that while she continued her work in secret, she was truly out in the open, her every move being watched. For a few days they were silent, learning her patterns, where she went, what she did. Finding the perfect moment to insist they speak. Luckily for them she was a creature of habit, she went to and from work, maybe a small detour for groceries but her habits were simple.

Finally the day came for their plans to unfold. It was very early in the morning, the sun was hinting at its climb into the sky, just enough light peeking through to wake the birds. Avaline always woke early, her trip to the office a quiet walk before the hustle and bustle of city life fully awoken. It was never too early to begin her work for her, it just meant more time to type or find evidence. Avaline got ready as normal, brushing out her long curls of thick brown hair, adorned her skin with her simple gold pieces of jewelry, and dressed for the weather. A simple floral patterned sundress covered her form, a perfect outfit for the warm, sunny day she had expected. Gathering the rest of her items, she packed her brown leather tote with her laptop and any materials she needed for the day.

Avaline had begun her trek to the office, following the same route she did day after day if she was walking to work instead of taking a taxi. Most may have found the city overwhelming and loud, but to her it was the opposite. It may have been busy, but everything was because of a different reason. If you really focused in with your senses, there were stories to be told all over. Avaline was stuck in her daily loop, unaware of the presence that followed her. Her walks to work and home were really the only moments her mind took a moment to relax, she was vulnerable. Avaline, thinking about something in her mind, was caught off guard as she was quietly pulled onto a side road. A large, well built man kept his grip carefully on her arm as he moved her out of view. A car with tinted windows sat just a few feet away, encased in a shadow from the surrounding structures.
Let go of me!

Avaline snapped, trying to pull away from the man that held a strong grip on her. Panic began to set in as her mind took in what was happening, finally realizing the severity of this situation. Another man had exited the passenger seat, one she would learn to be named Nilo. The man had moved closer, a polite expression on his face as he began to speak, insisting that she needed to come with them. Of course Avaline did not cooperate, why would she? A woman by herself, pulled into an alley with strangers and a blacked out car.

Her instincts had begun to take control, Avaline trying to pull away once again.

I said let me go!

Avaline was not one to give up, she was going to fight as much as she could. The only thing she could think of at the moment was getting free. Nilo and the other man knew they had to bring her in alive, but nothing was ever said about being careful. She clearly was not going to just give in. Avaline was able to get a good swing in, her fist meeting with her captors bottom lip. Being a woman in the city, she had learned a bit of self defense. Her actions though, only granted her a moment of freedom, slipping from his grip and quickly turning to run. She was not fast enough. Before she could even reach the end of the alleyway, the feelings of arms wrapped around her and lifted her from the ground, walking her back towards the car. She tried to struggle free but it got her nowhere, only to be tossed into the back seat.

The whole ride to wherever their destination was long and tiring, Avaline continuing her struggle. When they arrived at the tarmac, the man in the backseat, still keeping a hold of the woman, had an expression of annoyance, though quickly changed as he saw his boss before him. After a minute or so he stepped out of the car, pulling Avaline out with him. Shaking his head he moved her around the car, his grip tight. The man used his free hand to brush over the split in his bottom lip she had caused, blood scabbing over the wound.
She sure is a fiery one sir


Edited at April 9, 2025 05:33 PM by ANTIDOTE

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