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Slight smile tugged at the corner of his lips, sensing the lie laced in her response. It was always weird to him how good he's become at mimicing normal, day-to-day expressions people used in various situations. It seemed as if people were right saying that the longer someone played certain role, the more lines between it and who they truly were blurred. "There is one that's empty to your left." He informed, tempted to see whether she'll move or stay.

"Oh yeah, I see loads including that stupid look on your face." She rolled her eyes, voice dripping in sarcasm. Maybe she should move, but now she didn't feel like it, the satisfaction of pissing the mystery man off. "All the other booths look full to me, guess I'm staying." she had no idea the status of all the other booths, but the hassle of having to move and find an open one is much harder for her than others.

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Devin was good with faces and recognized the man instantly. However, his words were what got him equally curious and amused, enough to make up for his boldness. "Is that so?"

Toni raises a brow at Devon’s words, pulling the seat out anyway. They may be on separate teams, but it seemed like right now they all had a common enemy. “ I need to talk to you. ”

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One look at the woman was all it took him to recognize the familiar feature which all Moretti family's members had. Soft smile curved his lips, which was a rare sight to be seen, but he always found the idea of people believing they know him amusing. He'd adapt to the role of a chameleon so well througout the years, stripping countless names, backstories and personalities that often times he himself was barely sure who he truly was, so just because she had his name, didn't mean a thing to him. The rest of her words, however, that's what piqued his interest. "And what exactly may that be?" Because as far as his knowledge went, there were nothing tying him to the Morettis and the people close to them.

" 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐈 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 pegged one of the smartest academic minds in the world to forget that not only are we in a public establishment, but there are others besides you blessed with the gift of observation. " ludovica hums, crossing her legs. the red-bottom of her shoe glistens in dim light of the crowded bar, rivaled only by the color of the ruby-red wine between her fingers -- the most expensive pinot noir the place could afford. even then, it tasted like gasoline. " i know there's no one coming. and i know who you are, devin levine. i don't say this often, but you have something of value to me. "

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It was rare for him to see a face and a name not instantly pop out. Usually he preferred to steal a quick glance rather than keep the eye contact long, but in this case Devin took his time studying the woman's features. "Do you see anything at all?" He asked, though already suspecting what the answer may be. "Well, at least now you've been warned and can pick another booth." He continued, offering a small shrug.

McKinley was moving on auto piolet. She ordered her food and navigated to the nearest booth before dropping down. The voice recognition in her AirPods caught someone speaking and auto-lowered the volume. "Really? Don't feel taken." She said moving her hand around t make sure she didn't slide in next to someone. "Didn't see there was anyone else at the table."

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open starter @sinnerssquarestart location: somewhere public in brooklyn

Since childhood Devin was the quiet, observing type, which later has turned into one of his best assets at his work. He was someone, who valued their privacy and their space, so when decided to take the open seat on his table his mind immediately went on defense mode. His muscles tensed, his hazel eyes shooting straight at facing the intruder. "The seat's taken." He informed.

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(KENDRICK SAMPSON, CISMALE, HE/HIM) Oh, is that DEVIN MADDOX LEVINE? I heard the THIRTY-ONE year old is ADAPTABLE. But don’t let that pretty face fool you, they are also RESENTFUL. Makes sense seeing how they are a LEAD RECRUITER in the SYNDICATE gang. penned by m.

𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒.

𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄:  Devin Maddox Levine

𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄(𝐒):  Dev, Maddox, Mads, Max, Cipher

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄(𝐒):  Dev, Max

𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄:  August, 9, 1993

𝐀𝐆𝐄:  thirty-one

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑:  cismale

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐒:  he/him

𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑: dark brown/black

𝐄𝐘𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑: hazel

𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐒: tba.

𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: tbd.

𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐒: tbd.

𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍:  demiromantic

𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍:  pansexual

𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘: Caleb and Layla Levine (parents)

𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐍:  n/a

𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒: single

𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌:  take what you want by post malone ft. ozzy osbourne & travis scott

𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒: tba.

𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘.

triggers: sexual assault tw, murder tw, child neglect tw

The first seven years of his life were by far the happiest he'd ever remember. Both his parents took on the responsibility of taking care for another life when they were too young to be able to even care for themselves. It was hard, it took a lot of work and patience, but all they ever needed to brighten up their darkest days was a single smile from their little boy.

Devin grew up in a simple household; a run-down apartment in South Bronx was the best his parents could afford at that time, so that's where he grew up. His mother worked at a hair salon, which allowed her to take care for Devin or take him to work with her, while his father would pick up random jobs in hopes of making it up the ladder. Only it happened to be the fastest and surest way to get him killed.

At seven, coming home from school, Devin walked up to a sight he'd never forget. His mother lying on the floor, her clothes ripped, a pillow pressed against her face while a thug forced himself on her. Another man holding his father at gun point in the background, forcing him to watch as his wife is violently assaulted. That picture is forever engraved into Devin's brain, the shock of it making him go silent for the years to come. The ring of a shot gun keeping him awake at night as well as his mother's silent screams.

Despite the efforts of numerous psychologists, the damage been done to his fragile psyche was irreversable. From a good student, Devin crashed down to the bottom. He entered the system but no family wanted to adopt a child with his amount of mental and emotional baggage, even if not much was known about his past. They just assumed. There was a man, though, who came in frequently, checked up on him, paid for some of his therapy sessions (while he still agreed on them or rather while they still could force him into going). Devin never knew who he was or what his connection to his parents' death was until later in life.

As a teenager, Devin started acting up. All this silent rage building up inside of him finally came to the surface. He'd still refuse to talk much, but he'd often get into fights with other kids. He'd start getting mixed up with the wrong crowds, running away and not coming back for days, sometimes weeks, until he needed money. He'd steal or find other ways to get money and keep living on his own as best as possible. He was fifteen when he got recruited into the Syndicate. Back then the gang was still small and desperate to establish its roots in NYC by pumping some fresh blood into its rows. There was a man who saw potential where so many others had only seen tragedy. He gave young Devin purpose when he'd long lost one and some sort of affection, which had missed from his life for a long time, too.

Devin soon proved he had both the skills to be an equal part as a hacker and someone who had the approach with people. The man, who basically took him under his wing from day one, made sure he got good education. Later, Devin infiltrate a few firms worldwide, working as a programmer and using his job as a cover to bring in more people into the Syndicate.

𝐅𝐔𝐍 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐒.

Little known fact is that he has PhD in Sociology and Psychology.

He has trained numerous martial arts.

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I want this mans so bad yo…

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