Ezio Audtiore Jul 8, 2011 1:53:56 GMT -5
Post by Desmond on Jul 8, 2011 1:53:56 GMT -5
full name | Ezio Auditore da Firenze
nicknames & titles | Grand Master, Assassino
Game | Assassin’s Creed II/Assassin’s Creed II: Brotherhood
age | [17-48]
sexuality | Hetrosexual.
alliance | Assassin.
occupation | Assassin, pickpocket, entrepreneur .
family information |
Giovanni Auditore- father – deceased
Maria Auditore – mother - alive
Federico Auditore– older brother- deceased
Claudia Auditore – younger sister – alive
Petruccio Auditore – younger brother – deceased
Mario Auditore – uncle - deceased
residence | Originally, Ezio lived in Florence, Italy with his family in The Palazzo Auditore; with his father being a banker the home was quite nice and was considered upper middle class at worst. Until it was raided he, along with his mother and sister retreated to his uncle’s villa in Monteriggioni. In Brotherhood the Villa is destroyed so Ezio moves to the Creed’s headquarters in Roma.
physical description | Ezio Auditore has bronzed skin, common with his Italian genetics. When first seen he has cleanly cut dark brown hair around his face and a small ponytail down the back of his neck, a style he continues as he grows older. His eyes are brown with a golden hue and are a large oval-like shape. His most noticeable facial feature would be the scar going striking the top of his lip straight to his bottom lip in a diagonal fashion. As he becomes older he begins growing facial hair until he has a light beard, mustache goatee. Ezio is always seen in his Assassin’s robe which is a bright white and red mix on the fabrics. [However you can buy him other colors in the game.]
personality | Ezio was raised as a young Florentine nobleman, living during the 15th and 16th Century. Unlike his ancestor Altaïr, he was brought up without knowing of the Assassins' existence, or of his heritage. A seducer of women and a playful man, Ezio possessed acrobatic skills far beyond those of his peers, barring his brother. He came from an affluent background and had many friends until the deaths of his father and brothers drove him out of Florence. Forced to protect his mother and sister, Ezio became an Assassin, exacting revenge on the conspirators who had betrayed his family and plotted to seize both Florence and Venice.
Initially, Ezio allowed his emotions to get the best of him, going so far as to disrespect the corpse of Vieri de' Pazzi just after his death. However, Ezio did manage to gain control of his anger, and by the time he had become a Master Assassin, could control it almost completely. That said, Ezio was still prone to losing control of his emotions at the right trigger; in 1506 he brutally beat Duccio de Luca after he provoked Ezio by insulting his sister, Claudia, for her position as the Madame of the Rosa in Fiore. By the time he confronted Rodrigo Borgia, he had become more dedicated to his role as an Assassin, ceasing to use revenge as a motivation. He also spared the lives of targets he thought there was no need to kill, such as Micheletto Corella.
likes | Women, helping people, sex, liquor, women
dislikes | Templar, death of people who are close to him
misc | N/A
history | [. . . I’ll link this, it’s way too long.]
roleplay sample |
[Not my best work haha, but it's there.]
&I shall never forget.
It had been years, granted, a long while since the tragic massacre of the Auditore family, leaving three survivors to its name. But the thought of it still stung the male’s heart as if it had only happened yesterday. What was worse, was he was there, standing in front of his father and brothers as their necks were snapped by gravity and cruel intentions; and even though he had done all that was possible at the time, he couldn’t help them. And due to this factor, the nightmares never ceased. Tonight it seemed, was no different.
Ezio shot up, breath lost, chest pounding and sweat racing down his face. He gasped for air, which coldly filled his lungs and caused his chest to burn. He was alone tonight, which was perfect for him at the moment, for he wouldn’t need to explain why he jumped up and knocked her out of his bed doing so. His shaky hands ran through his hair, a pathetic attempt to recreate the touch that once soothed him as a child in this situation, and it worked a bit, enough for him to regain a normal breathing cycle atleast.
Exhausted, he threw himself back into the sea of sheets, his golden hues glued to the dark figure-less ceiling. He let out a deep breath through his nostrils, his lips tightly pressed together. He knew if he tried to go back to sleep, he would continue the dream right where he left off, and that was just too much for him. It seemed this would be another night when the assassin was the target once more.