O.O.C. Character Info
Character Info:
Name: Firo Prochainezo
Fandom: Baccano!
Age: 19 (Became immortal at age 18, but appears to be about 14 or 15, which he is very sensitive about.)
Point in Canon: New Years Day, 1932. (At the end of 'Drugs and Dominos' or the end of the anime series.)
History: Firo's father, thought to be a Camorrist, died of lung cancer before Firo was born. He was raised by his mother in Hell's Kitchen, Manhattan. It was never mentioned why, but she wasn't close to her family or any of her neighbors. Firo’s best friends growing up were the Gandor brothers and Claire Stanfield. Because the Gandor Mafia Family is allied with the Martillos, their friendship remains healthy. When he was nine, Firo’s mother died of tuberculosis and he was tossed out on to the streets. In order to survive, he silenced his conscience and resorted to stealing. Some who got on his bad side would tell you that his conscience was never reawakened. His life took a turn for the better when he made the mistake of trying to pickpocket the primo voto of the Martillo Camorra family. The primo voto, a trained fighter, knocked him off his feet, but the Cammora took Firo in and raised him. There he learned knife fighting and wrestling and served them as a piccioto (the lowest level of Camorrist), watching for cheaters in the casinos.
In 1930, Maiza’s old enemy from 1711, Szilard, came to seek him out an finish the elixir of immortality. While investigating a burning building, Firo ran into Szilard’s homunculus, Ennis. That night, Firo passed the test to become a Martillo Family executive. At the party to celebrate his promotion, Firo and others became immortal by drinking the elixir of immortality, mistaking it for wine. Szilard came to crash the party, slaughtering the Camorra and nearly eating Maiza. Dallas, made partially immortal by Szilard, shot Firo and the Gandors as revenge- Firo for beating him up and the Gandors for refusing to help him and also beating him up. However, the Gandors and the Camorra soon revived, and went to rescue Maiza. With some advice from Ennis, Firo was able to devour Szilard. In doing so, he gained all of Szilard’s knowledge and the knowledge of the people Szilard ate. Ennis, now free, began to live with Firo. For his job as a Camorra executive, Firo runs one of their casinos.
On New Year’s of 1932, Firo and Ennis were visited by their friends Isaac, Miria and Claire. They took in Maiza’s young friend Czeslaw as Ennis’s little brother.
Personality: Likely because they took him in from the streets; Firo is very attached to the Martillos. He owes them complete loyalty, and is willing do confront anyone for them. It is possible that he would place that loyalty before the strong bond he has with the Gandors and Claire. Whenever he’s around the Martillos, Firo tried his best to look presentable and is at his politest.
A life of organized crime suits him. Though Firo is smaller than average and is often teased for his youthful appearance, he's incredibly brutal. Anyone who wrongs him- or a friend- has to watch out or they may find themselves beaten unconscious in the street. He has no restraint, and nearly always lashes out with violence when threatened. Firo is quick to judge people, and if he hates somebody, they’ll know it. He’s normally sullen and even arrogant around those he can’t get along with.
He seems to have no problem with how the Martillos make their money or how he injures people he doesn’t like. However, Firo hates hurting those he loves, even in minor ways; an example is him wanting to hit himself after knocking over Isaac and Miria’s domino set-up.
He holds no illusions about his intelligence. Firo may be very skilled in fighting, but he doesn’t always think things through and can be slow. Though he gained a ton of knowledge from eating Szilard, he claims he can’t even understand it. It doesn’t affect his confidence at all, and his occasionally cocky attitude has annoyed many people.
Firo is uncomfortable with intimate contact, though he can deal with Maiza’s frequent petting.
Items/things: Just a knife, probably about 5-6 inches long.
Abilities: Immortality; freedom from aging and wounds heal incredibly quickly. The only way to kill an immortal of his type is if another, complete immortal puts their right hand on his head and says 'I wish to eat.' The immortal who devours the other will gain the other's knowledge. Information is also exchanged from right hand to head.
First Person Sample: (Is it okay that I'm using his dialect?)
Inside, I was quiverin' wid nervousness. It was... actually gonna happen. I fingered da brim a' my new green hat; if I could just beat one a' da Martillo executives, I would be one of 'em. Tonight. As we stepped outta da hat shop, the clangin' of bells drowned out my stream a' thank-yous to Maiza. From a block away, I could see da smoke. I dashed down da sidewalk, excusin' myself ta Maiza as he yelled at me to come back. He always worried too much.
I skidded to a halt at da edge a' da crowd dat had gathered in frontta da house, which was bein' gobbled up by fire. I turned to one a' da uddah people to ask if anybody was still inside, when some girl came chargin' out and almost knocked me down! She stared blankly for a bit. I was ready to give her a piece 'a my mind, who was she ta just go pushin' people?! I wasn't gonna cut her a break just because she was a girl. Luck always said I needed to be more of a gentleman, but who cares?
Den I got a good look at her as she started apologizing-huh, maybe not so bad. And, wow, she was gorgeous! I mean... I've never really, y'know, gotten along wid girls- they're all a little weird ta me... But I sure wouldn't mind talkin' to her. I guess that was my first crush. She had these real pretty eyes that looked almost red- but maybe that was just the light. Her hair was reddish too, and what was funny was that she had it cut all short, really weird for a girl... But I thought it was kinda interestin'. Even stranger was her choice a' clothes- a black suit, like what a man would wear! It looked a little strange, but I thought it was... nice. Anyway, she was definitely sumpin' different!
As I tried ta stutter out sumpin' back, she dashed off. A little glint caught my eye, I looked down an' saw a little gold button that musta dropped off huh sleeve. Well, that seemed like a good excuse to go chasin' after dat girl- 'ey, if you saw a lady dat lovely you'd wanna see huh again, and buttons can be expensive- so I picked it up and yelled after her.
"'EY! Lady, wait up!" But she just kept goin.' Maybe she didn't hear. I ran after huh, but she was a speedy one! By the time I reached dat alley she had already gone and I was left with a mess of backstreets to choose from.
Where'd she go..?
Third Person Sample: Firo's heart pounded with such ferocity he feared that it would crack his fragile shell of calm. He stared ahead at Don Martillo, not daring to glance at the Camorra executives surrounding him. He knew that the test was more than a simple oath and knife fight. They'd be watching his every move and wouldn't cut him any slack even if they'd raised him from childhood. He stood as straight as was possible and responded with what he hoped was the correct answer to the Don's questions. Finally, the quizzing ended.
"Now you must demonstrate your loyalty," Don Martillo commanded.
He knew what to do, as the candles flickered before him, he approached the scarred table. A heartbeat later, he plunged his knife into its woody flesh, making a fresh wound. Now would come the hard part.
"For this test you will fight... Maiza."
Firo was startled, though he tried to hide it. Maiza was known among the Camorra soldiers for not fighting, and was usually condemned as weak. Unease flickered through his mind- was Maiza a lot stronger than he let on?
At least it's not Mr. Yagulma, Firo thought, as he grasped his knife and stood opposite Maiza. He'd crush me in a second.
When Maiza made his first move, Firo wasn’t so relieved.