Factions, Families, Clans, and Empires
Vito comes from a rich family and so was provided with lots of food to become big and strong like his father, at least, those those were the words his mom used when he six. But to digress, he was a very protein enritched young man. But after his entire family was eliminated he was forced out into the streets like a beaten up dog. He picked at trash for a while with the many, many poor lute players. Now he has meat on his bones and is a leaner version of himself. Which he finds is perfect for his kind of job. He has long brown hair that comes down around his eyes slightly and dark blue eyes which are often dead set in a kind of thoughtless stare, usually though, he is far from thoughtless and is more thinking of the constantly changing ways he can kill his target which change depending on his distance from the target, who is near the target, what the target is doing, and the time of day.
Vito isn't the type of guy that should go to a party. He isn't very clever, rarely coming up with anything witty in situations where that is allowed, but rather when their not. In fact, he is prone to saying things that aren't really neccisary at the time such as, "Woah, wouldn't want to fall from here." When hanging from the top of the Milan tower. Not to say that he is by any means stupid, the whip attachement for his hidden blade is in fact of his design, well with help from some deciphered chinese scriptures, but the storage problem was solved by him. He is very confident in his skills, often times relying on them to much by rushing into a situation that would normally take planning and thought. This kind of action gets the job done, but has earned him a set of nasty scars.
The attathment to the normal hidden blade is a whip attached to the bottom of the blade. The leather of the whip is hollow so that when the whip isn't in action it can be flattened and then coiled into storage. The wip is only about one and a half yards long so it is a mid range weapon and has an iron spine running down on it so an electric charge makes it rigid. The electric charge is made by the rubbing of Vito's clothing as he walks about. All the charge goes to a small gold painted iron tab at the end of his sleeve. When he curls his sleeve down the tab touches the vambrace and the charge leaps into the iron of the vambrace, then from there another mechanism has to be activated in order for the whip to become rigid once it is activated. Much like Ezio he has a normal hidden blade on his left hand, except this one has the gun and poison attachement inside it because the whip attachement takes up to much space as it is.
Vito was born into a family of assassins. But his family weren't Assassin's in the historical brotherhood sense, but more of the contract killer sense. Vito's father's frequent visits to popular people in the night were what kept the plentiful dinners on the table. Then, one day in the interests of starting a business relationship with a frequent guest of their house, his father let slip the word "assassin". The guest, Donato "The Wolf" Mirett,i was a Templar and a very, very impatient man. As soon as the words Templar vibrated their way into his ear he was gone from the house, the slamming of the door echoed through the halls and the rooms and everyone was keenly aware that Mr. Miretti, was awfully insulted. Two days later Miretti arrived at the house with a legion of men. Men with sythes, men with daggers, men with rapiers, men with scimatars, men with axes, and men with all manner of stabbing, cutting, and bludgeoning weapon. And with that Vito's family was torn apart, completely unaware of the conflict between Templars and Assassins. Vito survived by feining death, as his father had instructed him to do. He was only fifteen then when he was cast out on the streets. He became an assassin for hire, before he was picked up by Nicollo Machiavelle. In two years he was introduced to such weapons as the hidden blade and its attachments and was trained in the arts of being an assassin, much of which he already knew. His ultimate goal remains to kill the man named Miretti, who is returning to Italy from a trip to Spain. He hopes that by joining Ezio and his group of Assassin's he may be able to kill Miretti.
Vito Milanetti Vito silently walked into the bar, his footsteps were silent and he took his place amongst the funiture in the far corner of the bar, if one had decided to look, they might have thought he had always been there. He rested his head against his clasped hands and watched the people of the bar.
Vito Milanetti Vito chuckled to himself, "Bar fights." He said in a whisper.
Vito Milanetti Vito looks around slightly with a confused look, he could have sworn he heard whispers throughout the bar. Someone was murmuring about something, he thought he had might have heard the word, "Twifag." But he wasn't sure what it meant. He sighed as he rested his head back onto his clasped hands, probably just his imagination.
Vito Milanetti walks through the forest watching the moon through the branches of the tree. Then is suddenly suprised by the sleeping girl on the ground. Looks around the forest, then back at the girl. "Uuum, Hello." He says nodging her slighly.
"Sorry to interupt you but don't you think this is a-hold1" He spins around throwing a small two inch knife at a tree next to the figure creeping up towards them it hits with a dull thunk. "I heard the drawing of you blade. Announce yourself or the next is one is for your throat!"
Vito Milanetti Vito bowed respectively, "That knife was not meant for you, if it was, it would not have hit the tree. I am sorry, perhaps it is I that has to introduce himself. I am Vito Milanetti, perhaps you have heard of me?"
Vito Milanetti walks into the bar, the small clinking of metal sounds as the knives on his belt shift with his steps. He takes a seat in the darkest corner of the bar and allows his hood to cloak his eyes.
Vito Milanetti realized that this only meant that he wouldn't be able to see anyone very well in front of him but also knew he looked really cool with his eyes shaded.
Vito Milanetti decided that no one in the bar would care anyway, so with a quickly tightening of his fist a blade sprung out from under his wrist. He examined it with dulled interest for the blade had become rather prominent in his life during the last months.
Vito Milanetti watched the people like he did any good Opera, with little interest. He was more focused on the feel of the sharp blade against his gloved fingertips, he wondered how hard he would have to press before it actually cut into him.
Vito Milanetti thought that the one who was slinking about likea monkey on the counter was amusing.
Vito Milanetti announced to the bar, "People mistake me for a demon all the time."
Vito Milanetti grunted when he heard the tone of the woman who had just walked in the bar.