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Mark Hartmann

"The lawyer with the briefcase can steal more money than the man with the gun."

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a character in “Guerra Famiglia: The Crucible”, as played by Scarlet Loup


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β€œHe should be careful. It's dangerous to be an honest man.”
~ Mario Puzo, The Godfather


☞Full Name☜
Marco Luca Hartmann

It's quite uncommon to hear anyone call him by his first name. Instead, he's often called "Mark". To his distaste, many like to reference the pool game, "Marco Polo", when he is around.


He's half Italian. His maternal grandparents were Sicilian, too. His paternal grandfather was German, and his paternal grandmother was Irish.


☞Sexual Orientation☜
Openly heterosexual, but a few know he actually has a preference for men.

Queens, New York City, New York, United States


β€œThe two men were greedily hunched over the table, like two wolves disputing a carcass, but their muttered speech in the echoing hall resembled more the grunting of pigs. One was less than a wolf: he was a public prosecutor. The other was more than a pig, he was a chief commissioner of police.”
~ Jan Neruda


Six feet, two inches

One hundred, seventy-five pounds

☞Eye Color☜

Deep black and styled well with pomade

☞Body Type☜
Overall, he has a well-balanced body due to daily trips to the gym. However, as work grows more consuming, he finds himself eating less and drinking or smoking more. It's only a matter of time until he turns to something stronger to keep him going.

☞Special Markings☜
Mark has no piercings, but one will find, to his dislike, a tribal band around his left bicep. He never planned on getting a tattoo, but a drunken night and two hundred bucks later, he received said tattoo. It could be worse. It could have been a friend giving him the tattoo. In terms of scars, he has a few from childhood. One might almost notice the beginnings of wrinkles due to the stress of his occupation and his penchant for smoking.

β€œDon't forget that we lawyers, we're a higher breed of intellect, and so it's our privilege to lie. It's as clear as day. Animals can't even imagine lying: if you were to find yourself among some wild islanders, they too would only speak the truth until they learned about European culture.”
~ Yevgeny Zamyatin

Cigars & Cigarettes || Sex || History, especially European || Utilizing Wit or Sarcasm || Vodka || Pomegranates || Classic Rock

Being Unprepared || Disrespect || Wine || Apples || Show Tunes || Long-Term Relationships || Being Alone

Tends to smoke a cigar plus half a pack of cigarettes a day || Presses his lips together when concerned || Uses his hands when speaking for emphasis || Beginning to develop a slight habit with cocaine

To find nothing but disappointment in any future romantic endeavors || To fail to achieve his aspirations

To convict the Falcone family, thereby garnering the respect of the nation || To be nominated for the Supreme Court of the United States

Bisexual, with a slight preference for men || He has ties to the Mafia from his grandfather, but they are very minor

Severely colorblind || Suffers from asthma brought on by smoking

The side of Marco that most people see is often snarky and sarcastic in a way that either evokes a smirk or a look of disgust. There is no middle ground. At the same time, however, this wit does prove just how intelligent he is and how quickly he can formulate a response. One ought not to take his sarcasm personally, for it's as much of a way as he talks as the gesticulation he often utilizes too. Honesty is quite variable with Mark. He isn't dishonest simply to spite people. He is dishonest when he believes it is needed. Certainly, this doesn't interfere with his ability to properly carry out a court case. Mark will, outside of the courtroom, pick and choose when to tell the truth. He has little concern that any lie of his will be seen through. After all, he is a lawyer and has been trained to speak convincingly. Unfortunately, it's extremely difficult to tell when he is and isn't lying to someone's face.

Mark's certainly not a bad guy, but he often receives such a reputation from those who know him personally. Granted, he does have a tendency to grow full of himself after a few successes in a row. Thus, a defeat comes as a nearly crippling blow to his ego, but he gets over it. In fact, he's a more or less resilient man. However, he still had not managed to get over the disappointment that was his marriage. In a way, he feels betrayed and let down by his ex-wife, and because he simply hates to show such obvious weakness over "petty" things, he has decided to simply drift in and out of relationships rather than establish a sustainable one. Mark is quite the lover, but he dislikes having to worry about keeping a long-term relationship alive.

His competitive streak drives him forward and causes him to grow anxious and more determined when defeated. In general, he's a very sore loser, and failure only forces him to rethink his approach. It's what has allowed him to come so far in the world of law. He is less competitive around those he has genuine affection for. Those he is romantically attracted to are certainly doted upon by him. Cross him or someone he cares about, however, and you're certain to find hell to pay in return.

β€œThe lawyer with the briefcase can steal more money than the man with the gun.”
~ Mario Puzo, The Godfather


Mark has never had to have someone killed off, but he has had people "roughed up" so they'll be more willing to speak during a trial. In these scenarios, he often simply hires someone to do his dirty work. Rarely will he get his own hands dirty.

☞Load Out☜
Mark carries no weapons unless his engraved, butane lighter counts.

In terms of combat, Mark has no skills. Sure, he could hold himself in a fight for a bit against a weak opponent, but he stands no chance against someone in better physical condition than he.

His pride and joy is his 2013 Porsche Boxster. It's a convertible, and it's in Cognac Metallic. He also carries around a refillable butane lighter that was a gift he received a few years back which imply sports his initials -- M.L.H. -- in an obnoxiously curly script.

Mark often comes off as arrogant and unfriendly. Mark often worries about committing himself to someone seeing as how his last long-term relationship fared. He's extremely devoted to those he truly cares for, but this often simply sets him up for heartbreak and pushes him away from people. Relationships in general just aren't his thing. He also has asthma, which is slowly growing worse as he continues to smoke.

β€œIt is a pleasant world we live in, sir, a very pleasant world. There are bad people in it, Mr. Richard, but if there were no bad people, there would be no good lawyers.”
~ Charles Dickens

It would be unjust to say Mark ever had a difficult life. Really, he had a very nice one growing up in Queens. For the first years of his life, as his father completed his medical residency and his mother finished up her master's degree, Marco lived with his mother's parents. They often spoke to the boy in Italian, and it was, in fact, his first language. He did not know it then, of course, but his grandfather had once been a capo of a small-time Don. Retired then, the old man eventually began to tell Marco romanticized tales when he deemed the boy old enough to hear them. However, once his parents found out about this, the Hartmann family very swiftly found a new townhouse to call home.

Mark always did well in school, but he was known for being a very outspoken boy. His retorts were witty, and as he aged, he only grew quicker with his responses, often bringing some teachers to contact his parents. He managed to graduate high school towards the top of his class, and being the only child of his well-paid parents, he pursued his bachelor's degree at New York University. Mark's love for debate and speaking in general drew him towards law, and he took to it almost naturally. However, he chose to major in history and politics. He returned to NYU for law school, and it was here that he met Diane Vincent. He fell passionately for her, and after some coaxing, he convinced her to give him a shot. By the time he was studying for the bar exam, the two were engaged. By the time he got his first job, they were married.

By twenty-seven, Mark's life was quite ideal. He was practicing alongside two college friends as a criminal lawyer. Early on, he began making a name for himself as a tenacious man, and customers flocked to him, bettering his public image. As his work life began to come together, however, his life at home began to crumble. Mark wanted a child, but Diane had no want to raise a child. Neither had thought to ask the other for their opinion on children before they were wed, and thus they blamed each other for this disagreement. This problem turned into multiple as the two began to point out the other's flaws.

Angered and broken-hearted, Mark turned to the comfort of one of his partners. One thing led to another, and the two become romantically involved, bringing Mark to the realization that he is bisexual. At the same time, Diane had turned to one of her own friends. When the two found out about their respective affairs, they agreed that they could not go on living that way. However, at that point, Mark was running for District Attorney. He convinced Diane to postpone their divorce until he was elected. Following said election, he quietly paid her off, and they separated with little publicity. Since then, Mark has been re-elected to District Attorney. Recently, he was approached by the FBI to help in an investigation concerning Mafia business. Remembering the stories his grandfather once told him, Marco eagerly jumped at the chance to experience the tales for himself and make a name for himself in the nation.

So begins...

Mark Hartmann's Story


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The 2013 Porsche Boxster rolled up outside of the Falcones' Long Island mansion in a great, unnecessary ostentation. The engine purred obnoxiously as it idled, giving the driver a chance to check that his hair remained in place despite the fact that he had driven with the car's top down. It had, thankfully, and with that thought to reassure him, he pulled the key from the ignition and popped the door.
Everything about him seemed to scream "privilege" right in your face. Ray-Ban Aviators hugged his temples, and his hands buried themselves in his pockets once he closed the door. His walk up to the house was one of power. Broad shoulders, covered in tailored gray cloth, moved slightly with each tap of patent leather shoes. Certainly, he had never spared any expense after taking the office of District Attorney.

He hardly needed an introduction, for even though his position was traditionally not as public as, perhaps, the mayor's, Mark had transformed the role of District Attorney in his past term and a half. He was as much a celebrity as he was a political figure. As he approached the front door, the guards began to flip through their books, searching for his name. No luck. Mark, of course, knew he had not been invited to attend the Falcones' party. Yes, he was easing into high society now, but he was a man of the law now. He could tell the guards were beginning to perk up a bit, but he had come prepared with a wallet full of big bills.

"Evening, gentlemen," he greeted, Brooklyn accent clinging to his words. Most political figures sought to eradicate their accents, but Mark had never wanted to, for the people seemed to connect more easily to a man who sounded like them. "Would you be so kind as to let me in?" One guard opened his mouth to speak, but he closed it almost as quickly as Mark began to argue his case.
Three minutes, a twisted promise, and two hundred bucks later, Mark entered the Falcone residence and folded up his sunglasses. It was larger and more elegant than anything he had ever lived in. He found himself, as he strode through the threshold, wondering just how much money they brought in yearly. Certainly, he'd have one hell of a payday if he won a case against them.

He looked about, scouring the crowd for someone to speak to, someone he knew well. Federally employed lawyers, however, were not often invited to the parties of Mafia bosses. Still, he managed to find one familiar face -- Alyssa Mancini. Once upon a time, a while ago, she had worked for him. He had not forgotten her, especially once he had heard she was running with the Falcone crowd. Why not make small talk? It was only a matter of time until the guards changed their minds and told him to leave. Mark walked towards her, one hand still in a pocket, the other stretching out to grab a champagne flute as a tray passed by.

"Miss Mancini!" he greeted, coming to a stop less than a foot from her. "Fancy seeing you here, hm? How have you been?" Mark wore a warm smile, but there was something in his tone that would allow her to detect that he was purposefully being ironic.


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Character Portrait: Mark Hartmann Character Portrait: Momoe Yukimura Character Portrait: Hiroshi Yukimura Character Portrait: Ric Falcone
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As they danced he couldn't help but smile as he stared in to the beautiful eyes of his daughter. "How is it that after everything I put you through, you, are still so beautiful and strong? You are so much like you're mother, strong independent, loving and free spirited. I'm sorry I have always been so controlling, you deserve to be free, free o live your life the way you want to." Just as he finishes saying that, over Momoe's shoulder Hiroshi noticed a 'pretty boy' walk in. Not only did his 'pretty boy' entitled attitude rube him the wrong way but Hiroshi recognized him right away, Mark Hartmann, DA. So now they had a cop and a well known DA at the party, what was Ric up to inviting these two to this party? "Great. Now, do I find Ric and look into whats going on, or do I stay with my daughter? Its possible this DA is on the payroll along with the cop, though that seems unlikely, so why are they both here? To protect my daughter it looks like I'm going to have to break her heart... again." He thought as he let out a slight sigh with out changing his facial expression but he did lower his shoulders slightly. Talking softly enough so only Momoe could hear him, "I love you. I always have and always will. I want you to know that what I do, I do for you my daughter. If anything goes wrong I want you to run. Go to any of our building and tell the guards that we have an Omega level code red. They will take care of you. I want you to promise me that you will do as I ask. And once its over, forget out this life, forget about me and live your life, free, happy and safe. Promise me that you will do this for me?" Though he said this with a smile on his face its clear how serious he is.


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Character Portrait: Claudia Falcone Character Portrait: Mark Hartmann Character Portrait: Carrie Falcone Character Portrait: Nicholas Quinn Character Portrait: Ric Falcone
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Carrie pulled her car away from the police officer and skidded down the road. After some self convincing she decided the party was a must. She hadn't spoken to her brother in ages and had run out of things to tell the FBI about him. Quite a shitty mole she was in fact.

Whole driving down the street, to her own stupidity she found a tube of cherry red Chanel lipstick in her glove compartment and applied it while driving down the road. As a cause an effect, the cause being Carrie was distracted driving, the effect was well an interesting one. See she had swerved to the other side of the road. Although her story didn't end there as she swerved back in less than a second.

Smiling, and feeling invincible Carrie grabbed the Bourbon beside her and took another swig, wincing as the alcohol went down but smiling at the warm feeling it spread throughout her body. Drunk was good. Getting drunk had in fact become Carries favorite past time since Sam's death.

Finally she pulled up in front of a huge mansion that she had grown very accustomed to over the course of her life, although in recent years it had nearly become a stranger. Although the house was now a stranger Carrie let herself in anyways, not bothering to knock as she came face to face with the crowd.

Carrie had not forgotten on the way out of her Range Rover her bottle of Bourbon which she held in her hand and occasionally took a swig of as she let her eyes roam about the crowd taking everything and everyone in.

Almost instantly she spotted people that she knew. But a select few actually caught her full attention. Although the ones that did really caught it. Such as Mark Hartmann, a man she knew from her mole work. Two thoughts popped into her mind when she saw him, first suspicion as to why he is here. Maybe he's a traitor against the FBI, Carrie thought to herself. Her second thought was that he would see her and rat her out to her family, which ultimately was one of her biggest fears, the mafia didn't show sympathy to traitors even if they are family.

Moving her eyes from that she spotted Claudia and yet another cop. Oh this is fucking great, thought Carrie. Claudia, whom Carrie had previously been close with, was now just another person she got to watch burn when the mafia got taken down. It almost excited Carrie to know that her revenge may work.

The last person she spotted was her brother, whom she glared daggers at from across the room. She balled her hands into fists and clenched her teeth at the mere sight of him.