[ONORATA] Profile.
NAME: Cross Marian
AGE: 36
HOUSE: Vescovo
RANK: Caporegime
► LIKES: wine, Nero d'Avola, kreteks, operas, slow sex, women, laying all over everything, unnecessary belts, salty and bitter things, beating men in the face, having one's hair stroked, Asian cultures, exotic plant life, the magic cross
► DISLIKES: men, upright citizens, warm alcohol, apples, brushing hair
AFFILIATION
► VESCOVO
► ALLEN WALKER
► ASCH THE BLOODY
► MARIA
bacco, tabacco e venere riducono l'uomo incenere.
wine, tobacco and women can ruin a man.
Cross Marian, a caporegime of the Vescovo family. Not of the bloodline, it was a title handed into his lap by his late master, Mana Walker, a man who had himself quite the reputation in his day. Even now, he rides the success of that name. And Cross takes after him, but in a completely different manner.
He was not born Cross Marian, but it was something that he became. And he is not so much a man but a force of nature, something that invades people's lives, tears it apart, and leaves just like that. Most of the people are women. Occasionally, there is a man. Nobody ever realizes what's happened to them until it is too late.
Cross is rough, and not so much around the edges, but everything about him. Many people smoke and drink, not so many indulge in the manner Cross Marian does--a man of expensive taste, the back of his car is rarely stocked with no less than twenty-thousand dollars worth of wine, two thousand dollars in cigarettes which are two-hundred dollars a pack, and about fifty thousand worth of drugs, both for profit and recreational use. Rarely does he waste his budget on prostitutes, however; he doesn't believe in paying for things he can get for free.
Women, for some reason, love Cross. Nevermind his irresponsibility, the fact he beats the shit out of his apprentice, all the alcohol, all the nicotine, all those countless other vices, or his complete inability to make a commitment to anything: he is a gorgeous man, his body like a Greek statue, and long blood red hair that falls to his waist. A handsome face with a scruffy chin, an intense blue-grey eye. A black eyepatch on the right one, however, the scar it shields just protruding from the top and bottom. Various other marks of the past cover his body--all that well-muscled and firm six-foot-three of it--adding more than enough conversation pieces and intrigue prior to sex. Which he is also addicted to.
He can be a nice enough man. When he wants to be. Usually this is reserved for women or people he happens to care deeply for--there are several, shockingly. He isn't a cold man. Quite the contrary, in spite of his difficult-to-please nature, he is very warm. Hot. Personal. Addictive. But distant. And all of that is not to be taken for kindness or empathy; Cross is very immature for a man of his age, selfish, and most certainly does not often think before he acts. But he enjoys weaseling his way into people's hearts, making an absolute fucking mess, then withdrawing when it suits him. This gets him into trouble very often.
So Cross is a fuck-up of a man, but that says nothing about his prowess. He is a caporegime for a reason. He is deadly. He defines deus ex fucking machina. His weapon of choice is a gun he affectionately refers to as Judgement, a gun as long as his lower arm, thick as both of his wrists, with an undermounted barrel. It is possibly one of the quickest firing guns of their time, allowing him to shoot three to five shots off in rapid succession without the victim realizing it. It also is able to hone in on a target, which the bullets of the gun will follow until they land.
Cross likes power. Cross is power, raw, unbridled, vicious and passionate. He takes great pride in his work. He is smug. Egoistical. At the same time, for all the things that make him seem amazing, his greatest downfall are not just his addictions, but his extreme fear of attachment, his social shortcomings. It's hard to pin down Cross, hard to decide if he is successful or if he is a tragedy. He is just Cross Marian.
Also, he owns a yellow cat named Timcanpy.