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Fuego

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a character in “Father's Puppets”, originally authored by warthog, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

Fuego
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Role[/color]
Male Experiment

Age
20

Gender
Male

Number Code


Partner
(Girl 1)

Instructor




Personality
Fuego is a more calm and accurate man despite his reputation. Fuego is like a mob boss in the making, he runs people well an has the mind to run a empire, but he's young. He's still to reckless and messes up to often. He learns and isn't to proud to take advice when needed. He is a man who can appreciate a nice suit and some good people to be around but he isn't afraid to get his hands dirty, ecspecially because he usually has to. He will always protect his own but he expects the same out of his people, he's truly a Caesar of the underground.

Crush/Relationship Status
N/A

Are You Broken?
Against, Fuego is the Mechanic, not the tool.

Power
Fire manipulation. He can't create fire but once he has some heat to work with, it's as if it was a loyal pet. He can grow it and tame it, use it as a weapon but only such. His limitations are only the limitations of fire, Fire is a weapon and used as such, he cannot use it as a defense or for any other thing like flying or coating himself in flames. He has a high tolerance to fire, he can hold it for how ever long but he can still get burned. The flame has to be extremely hot an if he acts stupid with it but he can still be burnt.

Skills
In his previous line of work he ha delt with guns a bit often an is quite the shot.

Weakness
The fire can get out of control and turn on Fuego, his power can be to strong for his own good.



Appearance Description
Fuego's hair is usually more tame but when he's tired it get's crazy like in the picture. He also dresses very nicely, suits, nice pants, and nice shoes.



History
Fuego was on the move for a very big change in the mafia gang. He had been a right hand man of a high up in the Italian mob, their chicago branch. He had his own boys now and was ready for a big change in the placement. He was living the good life, he had everything a kid could want and ask for. He was a favorite for next in line to be running Chicago but it would be a while it seemed since the head, Rich the Shovel, was in good health. He was also the guy to never be on the front lines so he wouldn't be at risk anytime soon. Fuego was about to make his move the next morning but now he woke up in this place.

Crime
Mob boss, there were a number of crimes that may or may not have happened.

So begins...

Fuego's Story

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Fuego Character Portrait: Ratcatcher

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Fuego



Fuego came to life with the sound of his door shutting. He quickly turned the door but no one was there, he sat up and looked around the room, still no one. His hand instinctively went to below his pillow to try and grab his gun but he had forgot where he was. He wasn't home, he wasn't with his family and friends. He was in this prison, ran by some psychopath and his cronies. He got up and walked over to the door, he was only in his boxers but what did he care, besides, he looked good and he knew it. He opened the door and walked out, not seeing anyone until he turned to see the girl in the black dress on the floor. He looked at her with his clearly tired face and raised his finger as to say wait a minute as he returned to his room. Grabbing some black pants, a white shirt and red tie, he went into the bathroom, hopping in the shower.

This was ridiculous, it was like forcing Bill Gates to spend only 50 bucks a day. Fuego had so much power, and was so close to more but now, now he walked around by a schedule, listening to some man tell him what to do like he was a toy. So far he wasn't any closer to leaving either, he had tried to make plans of breaking out, of getting away from this place and leaving it in the dust. He had attempted to dig, but the hole was filled. He had convinced a worker to help him, next day someone else had replaced him. He couldn't catch a break, but he knew that there would be a moment of weakness. Someone like him, he would underestimate Fuego, think that he had stumped him, then Fuego would have his chance.

As Fuego dried himself off though he couldn't help but feel as if he was losing his edge, or maybe holding back. Like he had a reason to not just run off in the night, like there was something here. He looked in the mirror and fixed his tie right as he smoothed down his hair. He looked at himself in the mirror for a minute before walking back into the room. He grimaced at his roommate still sleeping, he wasn't a fan of "Daddy's Boys" as he had grown to calling the sympathizers. He walked out of the room turning to the girl on the floor as he gave her a real smile. "Buongiorno Bella." (Good morning Beautiful.) He said as he leaned down giving her a slight kiss on the forehead as he stood back up. Rats was very near and dear to him, in this locked up hell hole, it was nice to have someone like her close to you. "Come, come, let's walk." He said offering his hand to help her up and then wrapping his arm around her back, shooting her a smile as they started their walk. Maybe, just maybe, something was holding him here.

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Character Portrait: Fuego Character Portrait: Ratcatcher

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R A T C A T C H E R



Ratcatcher pretended she didn't notice it when her partner stepped into the hallway wearing only his boxers. The door opened and she poised to jump up and greet Fuego, but violet eyes looked to the door only to be greeted by a face full of bare leg, then wandered up to see him standing there, looking down at her. She blinked, slightly embarrassed for him, but she was just glad it was him and not Cant. He gestured for her to wait, his exhaustion clearly written on his face, and then went back into his room to get dressed. She sighed and hugged her knees to her chest, prepared to sit there for as long as it took for her fiery haired partner to come back from getting ready.

It was taking him a while and the blank faced girl was growing tired of waiting. She watched as a small bug scuttled about on the tiled floors and she reached her foot out and squashed it under her heel. The action did not help her boredom, though, and she found herself growing tempted to get up and sneak back down to the basement where perhaps the crafty rats would give her some more entertainment. However, no matter how bored Ratcatcher grew, she didn't want to leave Fuego without at least telling him where she was going. She considered snatching a pen off of one of the Lab coats and writing a note on the wall for him, but surely one of the butlers would just paint over it like they did with anything she put on the pristine white walls. Neither pen ink nor blood stood any chance against the invisible butlers. She sighed and was about to stand up when she heard the knob above her click and the door open.

Peering up through her thick eyelashes, Ratcatcher watched Fuego step out, newly showered and dressed casually yet elegantly in the way that only Fuego could manage. He grinned at her, the type of grin that made her want to smile back, if only she remembered how. "Buongiorno Bella." She took a deep breath, inhaling the smell of his body wash and cologne as he leaned down and kissed her forehead. She didn't see such words or actions as romantic advances, simply her partner's way of saying hello. She found it comforting and normal in such a strange place.

"Come, come, let's walk." She reached her hand up and grabbed Fuego's, allowing him to help her up from her position on the floor. As he wrapped his arm around her small waist, she dusted off her skirt and watched her friend smile at her. She wondered how he smiled and was so comfortable around her, it usually took her much longer to accept someone in such a way, though she didn't mind it. Fuego's trust was nice, and she even felt like she could rely on him as well.

"We have to train soon." She pointed out, "we can't go too far." Rats didn't mind training, she liked the fact that Cant was passing his knowledge on to her, and that she was getting stronger. She hoped that Father would let her do something fun soon. She overheard one of the Lab coats once saying that he was going to deploy them soon on their first missions, though she didn't know how reliable the Lab coat was, though. She heard later that he was caught trying to help one of the experiments escape, so his trustworthy-ness was obviously questionable. Rats wondered what kind of person would want to escape Father when he gave them everything they wanted. "How about the kitchen? I wouldn't mind having a muffin."

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Character Portrait: Fuego Character Portrait: Ratcatcher

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Fuego



"Train soon, sdraiata bastardo!" (Lying Bastard) He said as he turned to look at her and then back down the hall. Fuego wasn't one to hide opinions or emotions. He left it all on the table, rather to let your opponent think you are a open book than to let them read the pages. "Yes something to eat sounds nice." He said agreeing with her as he looked around the halls. He walked with her toward the kitchen as thoughts and plans ran through his mind. He was actually rather mad this morning, another escape attempt foiled and he was left in this damn building again. He could walk around like it was his birthday though, he wasn't going to give the others the satisfaction of seeing him weak.

As they entered the kitchen he grabbed something from a basket and started eating it. This was a dreaded time for him and you could probably see that he was irritated if you studied him. Moments like these were pure hell, having to sit, wait for someone who thinks they know the world to teach him, about something that they themselves know nothing of. He looked around and found one of the cameras in the corner and raised it with a smile as to say, cheers. He knew he was watching, if Fuego gave him anything it was that he saw a lot, Fuego wouldn't say everything because that ment he was powerless, and he was not powerless, ever.

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Character Portrait: Fuego Character Portrait: Ratcatcher

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"Train soon, sdraiata bastardo!" Ratcatcher was surprised by her partner's sudden outburst, but her face did not reveal it, a constant mask of indifference. She had realized early on that Fuego was sensitive when the topic of Father came up. She worried about him, she didn't want Father to catch wind of the fact that her partner was broken, he was one of the few people in the mansion that she liked. Rats sighed and pressed herself closer to him, feeling the warmth of Fuego's body against her own. She closed her eyes and allowed him to guide her down the hallway into the elevator and towards the kitchen. By the time they reached the kitchen, busy with hungry Lab coats, he seemed to have calmed down considerably, however she couldn't help but feel that he was still tense with pent up anger and Ratcatcher wondered what he was thinking about that could have him fuming so much.

She separated from him to go and take a muffin off of a plate, the Lab coats she passed watching her apprehensively, they didn't seem to trust the experiments that they had helped bring to life. She almost smiled, it was good, she liked to be feared. She picked up a muffin and studied it closely. Blueberry. She poked it with a long, graceful finger and watched a bit of it crumble and fall to the grown. The almost smile quickly pulled downward in a frown. She didn't need to eat, and she definitely wouldn't waste her time eating such a dry muffin. Eyes followed her as she walked out of the main kitchen area to Fuego, casually tossing the uneaten muffin in the trash.

Ratcatcher found him toasting the camera with his food, a mocking smile playing across his face. She hurried over and pulled his arm down, placing one of her pale hands in his empty one and squeezing it. "Please, Fuego," she hissed quietly, hoping none of the Lab coats would overhear. "Please don't do this, I know you do not agree with Father, but I don't want anything to happen to you if he realizes you are broken." Her violet eyes caught his eyes in an almost pleading manner and she squeezed his hand once more before releasing it. "Now, finish your food and we can go do something else." She sent an anxious glance back at the camera before turning the rest of her attention back to her partner.

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Character Portrait: Fuego Character Portrait: Ratcatcher

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Fuego smirked at her comment and took a bite out of his muffin as he looked back at the camera. He knew, he knew what Fuego had been doing, he knew he was trying to escape yet he kept him around. The man was to smart to not know what Fuego was up to, but why would he keep him around. It pissed him off to no end cause he knew that he had to play his game while he waited for a opening. It was like waiting to robs someone's house but the only way in was if the owner of the house opened the door. "It's fine Rats, really... whatever, lets go do something, I need to get my mind in some better place." He turned his head back to Rats with a smile as he chewed the last bite of muffin. "Piombo il modo bello, I'll follow you." (lead the way beautiful) Before turning to leave Fuego looked up at the camera once more, this time with a stern serious face. Why did he keep Fuego around, why not kill him, what was that bastards plan.