How could someone he thought he could trust, take his family away from him? The Mafia boss thought he had the world in his palms until a certain man took him by the throat and shook the remaining sentiment out of his body. Before we uncover his rage, we're going to uncover the reason why.

Roleplay between me and Raven, follow along.

Weather and time for starts: It's raining, a storm is coming in the city of Brooklyn.

Kobeni Hersey Benni'o

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Yes he's a copy and pasta, but he's still perfect for the job.

Goes By: Kobby

Age: 25 years old

Gender: Man

Sexuality: People may question him, assume, or even spread rumors. But he is the only one who should know what he likes.

Studies: Crime

Bloodline: B-blood

Appearance: Darkish blue/black, long hair tight in a ponytail reveals a thin, anguished face. Hollow green eyes set delicately within their sockets, watch fondly over the homes they've defended for so long. This is the face of our beloved Kobeni, a true man among boys. He stands tall among others, despite his bulky frame. There's something incomprehensible about him, perhaps it's his awkward walking as though someone took his kneecaps, or perhaps it's simply a feeling of indifference. But nonetheless, people tend to treat him like family, while making up bigger stories about him. Scars reached from just under the right eye, running towards his upper lip, and ending on his right cheek leaving a painful burden of concealed skills. Kobeni doesn't value his good looks like everyone else, he doesn't trust them to get him anywhere--his battle skills and murderous intentions are his money maker, so even if his greenish dull expressionless eyes are deep in thought while you try to speak to him, he doesn't look at himself as such a beauty or someone who could get a simple kiss just by asking. So compliments on his looks go unnoticed.

Notice how strange his face seems when he tries to smile. A glint of confusion. Kobeni doesn't smile. He's one of many who has lost that ability over time, and over the course of his life; he finally understands that happiness comes at a price. A price his face paid for.

One thing about Kobeni is that he is always seen wearing a black Turtleneck and olive windcheater. While also wearing ripped jeans; could usually be found going barefoot to places. What an animal. His fit is never casual. Even in the heat of battle.

On normal days he's wearing a simple shirt and left it unbuttoned at the top for a more casual look. On top of the shirt he's wearing a cultivated vest with 5 buttons, it has a fairly deep v-line, which causes the vest to line up perfectly with the jacket's v-line when it's buttoned up. The jacket was clearly made for him, it's a perfect fit. It's a solid color without a pattern that radiates finesse. The 5 buttons of his single-breasted jacket are all buttoned up with the exception of one, it gives the suit a bit of both worlds, casual and stylish. The jacket is longer at the back, it has no vent, there are two pockets on one side and one pocket on the other and there's a breast pocket that contains a stylish pocket square.

I'll be drawing him :>

Personality:

Kobeni is strange.

Cold || Hurting thought || Depressed || Fighter/Revenge seeking || Hurt him once and that's it, you're dead || Childish a bit || Wants to live in peace || Thinks his actions are from the goodness of his heart, but is conflicted because of Tisha plans for him || Thinks good is bad, and bad is the only option || Crying out for help || Was addicted to turning, now going 4 years sober from his wolf || Scared of his inner wolf || Feels wrong for enjoying his killing spree as his wolf || Who cares anymore..|| Can't stand being ignored || Hates to be touched || Do not hug him, he'll shove you and probably stomp your ass || Has an inner demon who he likes to call his inner wolf|| " Who said you can die yet? " || Has to be controlled ||

Relationship Status: Single

I'm going to set the scene and we can go from there. I just gotta pull a starter from thin air lol

" Run!!! He's coming!!"

Not everyone in Brooklyn loved it here, the apartments were nice and sometimes the jobs were rewarding--but to truly survive in this city you had to have side hustles.

Kobeni figured that running a mafia was the best side hustle he ever came up with, of course, there were the killings and the random beatings he had to give the citizens of Brooklyn just to keep his rule. If only he had a simpler job--like fishing.

" Boss!!! "

One of Kobeni's people shouted, causing him to rub between his eyes and turn around," Yes Eric? Why must you scream?.", He sighed.

" Sorry boss, but Section 9 isn't responding to our calls, and I'm afraid...Rene went to go check on the supplies...and...well...boss."

Turning fully around to stare at the stuttering man, Kobeni blinked," Eric.....you better not tell me Rene....she....", He trailed off as Eric clenched his jaw," Boss!! Rene, she's dead....they jumped her as she was leaving the section, the people there....they're rebelling against your rule." How dare those ungrateful bastards, Kobeni's eyes filled with rage, anger that clouded his heart. Rene was just a kid, she still had some fight in her, and those...people in section 9 took her life," Gather a patrol! I'm going to section 9 personally.", Kobeni shouted the commend, watching Eric scramble off to recruit the gang.

Kobeni wanted revenge, he was out for blood now.