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Name: Chrono Crociata

D.O.B: December 31

Age: 20

Height: 170 cm/ 5'7"

Weight: 130 lbs/ 59 kg

Family: Millefiore

Position: Captain

Team: Black Spell

Personality:

Chrono sometimes behaves like a child, wanting everything that interests him. When he finds something/someone interesting he goes through the borders of obsessing and threats just to satisfy his interests. With strangers though, he acts mature and almost doesn't bother with them at all, preferring to be on his own and doing whatever he pleases. He doesn't care what anybody do as long as it has nothing drastic to do with him. He doesn't like being ordered around and only considers orders when he deems it worthy of his time or if its from someone he thought to be interesting. He is impatient but likes to make other people wait.

He hates people touching him and there are times when he'll go berserk at it but he's fine the other way around. This make people think him bipolar because one time he's untouchable, another he's just a clingy bastard. He tends to be emotional when alone and would often want to destroy things to calm himself down. He is thrilled at the sight of blood but doesn't want to get them on himself--deeming them unclean unlike his own; he would be twitchy and would always want to clean himself thoroughly whenever blood got on him no matter how small(it is why he prefers guns over knives).

He doesn't take promises seriously and doesn't like not having anything concrete to hold onto. He is confident and usually says what's on his mind. He also doesn't hesitate to point out other people's flaws when he thinks it will hinder him in any way. He also likes knowing things and would constantly take effort into reading people (He likes manipulating them too if he needs something from them//cunning). Despite these, he welcomes anyone to his side as long as they don't get in his way or touch him.

Biography:
Chrono wasn't generally from the mafia. He had been a normal kid with a normal life (if you could call being emotionally unstable normal). His childhood was great, he had an older brother he deeply loved and it wasn't a secret that his parents loved him more too, but he was fine with that since his brother had given him enough love to go on. His brother was a saint, forgiving and loving. It came as a surprise to Chrono when he found something under his brother's pillow. Drugs, his parents supplied when he got up to them and asked what it is. He couldn't really say where he found it and opted to say that someone dropped it on the road, his parents looked at him skeptically, as if he'd done something wrong. Maybe it wasn't his brother's. Then came the curses. Maybe his brother just wasn't feeling fine. Then the beatings. Maybe his brother just had too much too drink. His young mind couldn't comprehend how his bruised state wasn't normal and his parents drifted away from him. They weren't able to see that he hadn't gone wrong. His brother did. And he was doing a good job dragging Chrono wih him.

So that night when his brother held a knife to Chrono's throat and screamed of how naive he was and how he hadn't really loved him. Everything blacked out and Chrono found himself the one holding the knife. It was bloodied. He was unhurt. And his brother was sleeping out cold on the hard floor. He remembers how his parents' faces contorted in a mix of emotions he couldn't decipher. His eyes were bloodshot and tears dried at the corners of his eyes. Why was he crying? Why was his parents backing away? "Don't go, stay with me," he said, voice rasp, eyes downcast. They stayed, taking the plea as a threat. What they saw was the murderer of their son, a threat to their lives.

They didn't see that past the bloodied hands were small trembling fingers, past the bloodshot eyes was a broken child in need of saving and past the murderer they saw was a child with a blood of their own.

For he was still their son was he not?

But he was bound to lose his innocence. As he grew up he noticed the scared eyes they direct towards him. His life became a mess, with him not knowing what was right or wrong. And with his twisted personality laid out in the open, he wasn't able to make friends. It hadn't helped that he had a sharp tongue that everybody seemed to hate. He was driven to cutting more than once--relishing on the fact that his blood was red, like anyone else-- when he was depressed enough to think how he was so alone. He was left with no friends and a lone confident attitude that didn't want to leave him. He had his bullies but it didn't take long before the roles switched and he was feared inside and out his school. His mother had long given up on being even a meter close to him, he was old enough to notice that, too. They hadn't even batted an eyelash when he asked for an apartment.

One day he decided to stray along his usual way home and ended up lost in a forest. It was random. He just wanted a walk. He vaguely remembers what happened after but he heard something. A gunshot--he was sure because he had one. followed by another. And another. He stood still because that's all he could do... but he was well aware of the grin plastered on his face. It was scary, yes, but that didn't stop him from trembling in excitement. Because he had long been gone from being saved in his twisted fantasies. When he found a man beat up and torn, but alive, from the bullets he took he jumped at the chance, fixing the man up and ensuring that he would spill everything out. The man relented when he threatened to burn him bottom up. That is when he found out about about the Mafia. He asked the man to let him in (who told him he'd rather die than do so) good thing a man of higher rank found them and agreed after the torture he saw one of his men suffered, deeming him worthy beside them than the other's. It wasn't hard for him to join, after all there was nothing else to throw away when all you have is a screwed up past and bloodied hands. And there, he was able to calm down even just a little bit, enough to put a mask of normalcy, enough to fool people that he was stable, and rising up the ranks through time.

(might be changed)

Likes/Dislikes:
+Fights
+Doing what he wants
+Guns
+being ahead of things
+freedom
+warmth

-secrets
-the cold
-sleeping
-dreaming
-physical contact

Voice Sample: idk, maybe Masaomi Kida?

Weapon/Flame: Revolver/Storm

Extra:
-He likes milk
-When he doesn't have his special pillow, he could stay up all night
-He doesn't like people seeing his whole face
-He likes cuddling up in bed when its cold

Description
app for

Name: Chrono Crociata

D.O.B: December 31

Age: 20

Height: 170 cm/ 5'7"

Weight: 130 lbs/ 59 kg

Family: Millefiore

Position: Captain

Team: Black Spell

Personality:

Chrono sometimes behaves like a child, wanting everything that interests him. When he finds something/someone interesting he goes through the borders of obsessing and threats just to satisfy his interests. With strangers though, he acts mature and almost doesn't bother with them at all, preferring to be on his own and doing whatever he pleases. He doesn't care what anybody do as long as it has nothing drastic to do with him. He doesn't like being ordered around and only considers orders when he deems it worthy of his time or if its from someone he thought to be interesting. He is impatient but likes to make other people wait.

He hates people touching him and there are times when he'll go berserk at it but he's fine the other way around. This make people think him bipolar because one time he's untouchable, another he's just a clingy bastard. He tends to be emotional when alone and would often want to destroy things to calm himself down. He is thrilled at the sight of blood but doesn't want to get them on himself--deeming them unclean unlike his own; he would be twitchy and would always want to clean himself thoroughly whenever blood got on him no matter how small(it is why he prefers guns over knives).

He doesn't take promises seriously and doesn't like not having anything concrete to hold onto. He is confident and usually says what's on his mind. He also doesn't hesitate to point out other people's flaws when he thinks it will hinder him in any way. He also likes knowing things and would constantly take effort into reading people (He likes manipulating them too if he needs something from them//cunning). Despite these, he welcomes anyone to his side as long as they don't get in his way or touch him.

Biography:
Chrono wasn't generally from the mafia. He had been a normal kid with a normal life (if you could call being emotionally unstable normal). His childhood was great, he had an older brother he deeply loved and it wasn't a secret that his parents loved him more too, but he was fine with that since his brother had given him enough love to go on. His brother was a saint, forgiving and loving. It came as a surprise to Chrono when he found something under his brother's pillow. Drugs, his parents supplied when he got up to them and asked what it is. He couldn't really say where he found it and opted to say that someone dropped it on the road, his parents looked at him skeptically, as if he'd done something wrong. Maybe it wasn't his brother's. Then came the curses. Maybe his brother just wasn't feeling fine. Then the beatings. Maybe his brother just had too much too drink. His young mind couldn't comprehend how his bruised state wasn't normal and his parents drifted away from him. They weren't able to see that he hadn't gone wrong. His brother did. And he was doing a good job dragging Chrono wih him.

So that night when his brother held a knife to Chrono's throat and screamed of how naive he was and how he hadn't really loved him. Everything blacked out and Chrono found himself the one holding the knife. It was bloodied. He was unhurt. And his brother was sleeping out cold on the hard floor. He remembers how his parents' faces contorted in a mix of emotions he couldn't decipher. His eyes were bloodshot and tears dried at the corners of his eyes. Why was he crying? Why was his parents backing away? "Don't go, stay with me," he said, voice rasp, eyes downcast. They stayed, taking the plea as a threat. What they saw was the murderer of their son, a threat to their lives.

They didn't see that past the bloodied hands were small trembling fingers, past the bloodshot eyes was a broken child in need of saving and past the murderer they saw was a child with a blood of their own.

For he was still their son was he not?

But he was bound to lose his innocence. As he grew up he noticed the scared eyes they direct towards him. His life became a mess, with him not knowing what was right or wrong. And with his twisted personality laid out in the open, he wasn't able to make friends. It hadn't helped that he had a sharp tongue that everybody seemed to hate. He was driven to cutting more than once--relishing on the fact that his blood was red, like anyone else-- when he was depressed enough to think how he was so alone. He was left with no friends and a lone confident attitude that didn't want to leave him. He had his bullies but it didn't take long before the roles switched and he was feared inside and out his school. His mother had long given up on being even a meter close to him, he was old enough to notice that, too. They hadn't even batted an eyelash when he asked for an apartment.

One day he decided to stray along his usual way home and ended up lost in a forest. It was random. He just wanted a walk. He vaguely remembers what happened after but he heard something. A gunshot--he was sure because he had one. followed by another. And another. He stood still because that's all he could do... but he was well aware of the grin plastered on his face. It was scary, yes, but that didn't stop him from trembling in excitement. Because he had long been gone from being saved in his twisted fantasies. When he found a man beat up and torn, but alive, from the bullets he took he jumped at the chance, fixing the man up and ensuring that he would spill everything out. The man relented when he threatened to burn him bottom up. That is when he found out about about the Mafia. He asked the man to let him in (who told him he'd rather die than do so) good thing a man of higher rank found them and agreed after the torture he saw one of his men suffered, deeming him worthy beside them than the other's. It wasn't hard for him to join, after all there was nothing else to throw away when all you have is a screwed up past and bloodied hands. And there, he was able to calm down even just a little bit, enough to put a mask of normalcy, enough to fool people that he was stable, and rising up the ranks through time.

(might be changed)

Likes/Dislikes:
+Fights
+Doing what he wants
+Guns
+being ahead of things
+freedom
+warmth

-secrets
-the cold
-sleeping
-dreaming
-physical contact

Voice Sample: idk, maybe Masaomi Kida?

Weapon/Flame: Revolver/Storm

Extra:
-He likes milk
-When he doesn't have his special pillow, he could stay up all night
-He doesn't like people seeing his whole face
-He likes cuddling up in bed when its cold