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Name: Enzo Romani
Nationality: Italian
Faction: Free Lancer
Enemy Faction: Yakuza
Physical Attributes: 5'3 150 lbs, is short but very muscular. 18 years old. Has short Black hair, and a large scar along the right side of his face.
Personality: Quiet, Violent, Easily Enraged, Eager to prove himself to the Italian Mafia. is notorius among the youth for his Impulsiveness.
Accomplishment(s): Is famous for chopping of his teacher's hand with a machete.
History: Enzo was born in America to his italian parents, when he was ten years old his father committed suicide before he could be apprehended for the murder he had commited, his mother survived, but abandoned him when he was 14. from then on he lived on the street, committing crimes, and working for assorted gangs for money and a place to sleep. Enzo became an erand boy for the american and italian mob at 15, but now works only for the italian's ever since he broke off relationship with the American Mafia's leader's granddaughter. He recieved his large scar when he was 17 in a fight with a yakuza. The yakuza sliced his face with a knife, but Enzo retaliated by shooting him 25 times with Thompson sub-machine gun, and burying him in the Yakuza's leader's front yard.

I wake up in a dark alley at about 12 noon, and slowly rise to my feet. I look around quickly to see if anyone is nearby, then walk over to a garbace receptacle and pick up a small handgun, and slip it into my pants. I walk out of the alley and onto the bright street, and walk over to Jackal's Rest a middle class bar intending to use the washroom to clean up a bit. As I approach it i notice the two guards standing on both sides and am extremely annoyed with there staring.

I walk into the bar and approach the bar keep, an aquataince of mine and say

"Hey joey you mind if i use the washroom real quick?"

he responds with "Sure Enzo, just make sure to keep that gun of yours out of sight of these guards...unless you want something to go down"

I nod and walk slowly toward the back where the restroom is located. A reach it and knock upon the door, and hear a frenzy of japanese words. I decide to wait for him to get out. 5 minutes later a japanese man, maybe 20 years old walked out with a knife in his hand

"Enzo Romani..we've been looking for you"

He then attempted to stab me but i caught his arm before it reached my chest. I then hastily drew my gun and barreled 6 shots into his stomach, this sad excuse for a man lunged backward and hit the wall, and slid down to a sitting position leaving a trail of blood along the wall...the man was dead..How did he dare attack Enzo Romani. I kicked his dead body and walked out the back door into an alley and began to run, i had to get out of there before the police arived.