#Dante Vicario

[characteroulette]

Fun fact i was thinking of lemres when i made the "character who copes by smiling/laughing" post <3

Oh hell yeah. tbh I thought of Siffrin first hahaha

Guys who are so stressed but smiling! XD

Also I need Dark Mage Lemres to chat with Dante. Guys who have experienced (nearly) killing their bad parents. Hell yeah.

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I finally finished this GIANT project I made for my dad, so. Posting time! I started working on this before I published book 1, so. This comic has weirdness to it, but it is basically the first 9 chapters of book 1!

Anyway. Prologue!

[characteroulette]

THAT'S MY FIRE BOY!!! :'D !!

I was gonna make this a less silly doodle but I do not have the energy atm + artblock however!!! happy birthday @characteroulette here’s your fire boy!

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Famiglia Alfani

Gli Alfani debbono la loro fortuna alla loro attività di banchieri, nel periodo di tempo che va dal XII al XIV secolo, prestarono denari senza distinzione alcuna a papi e imperatori. Nel secolo XII ebbero dal Papa Eugenio III° l’incarico di riscuotere le decime dagli agricoltori e allevatori della Chiesa. Anche l’allora Vicario Imperiale in Toscana chiese al loro banco un prestito di 3400 fiorini d’oro, dando in garanzia i beni dell’Impero. Questa somma non venne mai restituita, gli Alfani rimasero proprietari dei terreni rivieraschi di San Miniato, Fucecchio e della Valle di Nievole. Durante il regno del Duca Alberto d’Austria, Vermiglio degli Alfani , fu nominato “familiare e tesoriere”, perché con l’aiuto finanziario ricevuto dal banco voleva riuscire a risollevare le sorti dell’Impero nella guerra di successione contro Adolfo di Nassau e essere incoronato re. Il Nassau era già stato da lui sconfitto nella battaglia di Gollheim, rimanendo ucciso nello scontro. Ma le speranze di essere intronato cessarono quando fu scelto Enrico VI°. Il banco di cambio aveva filiali in Ungheria, Polonia, Slovenia e Germania. ciò aumentava la potenza degli Alfani. L’Imperatore era molto in familiarità con Vermiglio tanto da chiamarlo “Vermilio fideli et creditori suo”. L’amicizia con il re tedesco insospettì il comune Guelfo di Firenze. Vermiglio venne obbligato a fare un prestito forzoso di 10000 fiorini, ma questi non tradì! La famiglia era Guelfa da molto tempo, la loro affiliazione alla fazione risaliva a dopo la battaglia di Montaperti, quando con l’avvento dei ghibellini vennero costretti ad andare in esilio. Dopo la morte dell’Imperatore, il banco continuò la sua attività, anche se non ebbe più incarichi pubblici in Firenze.

Nella famiglia Alfani ci furono sei Priori e due Gonfalonieri. In città curavano gli interessi di molti conventi toscani, tanto che Corso Donati, si rivolse al loro banco per contrasti con un monastero femminile. Al tempo della lotta fra le fazioni dei Bianchi di Vieri dè Cerchi e i Neri di Corso Donati, si schierarono con i primi. Quando i Neri nel 1302 risultarono vincitori, tutti gli appartenenti alla fazione dei Bianchi furono esclusi dalla politica cittadina. Vermiglio, come il poeta Dante Alighieri, dovette andare in esilio. A loro si unì il poeta stilnovista Gianni Alfani, autore della “Ballatella dolente”, dove descrive la nostalgia della Patria lasciata e il dolore di aver abbandonato la donna amata.

Nel 1315 Lapo degli Alfani, dopo la cacciata dei maggiori esponenti della famiglia dichiarati ribelli dall’Imperatore Enrico VII di Lussemburgo, vendette una casa agli Adimari in seguito questa abitazione venne venduta dagli stessi ai monaci Camaldolesi. Ancora nel 1347, Bartolomeo e Gianni Alfani, vendettero agli stessi monaci le rimanenti case ancora in loro possesso, i quali vi eressero il Monastero di Santa Maria degli Angeli. Negli anni seguenti, a onore di questa famiglia, è stata intitolata la strada dove si trova il monastero. In principio è stata chiamata via di Cafaggiolo, in seguito via dei Leoni, via del Ciliegio, via degli Agnoli, fino a prendersi l’attuale nome: degli Alfani. Le case della famiglia si trovavano nella località chiamata Cafaggiolo. Il cronista Giovanni Villani spiega che il nome deriva da “campo del faggio”, in affinità con il nome di Cafaggio con il quale era indicato il terreno per il pascolo, nome derivato dal latino medievale “Cafagium” di origine longobarda. L’ultimo discendente di Vermiglio Alfani, Pier Forese, si spense in Firenze nel 1694.

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[diamondconfessions]

the Italians are fucking wild

I guess that’s what happens when your boss is a couple fillings short of a whole cannoli.

( @dantexxvicario )

[corallorosso]

4 MAGGIO 1515 - INIZIA LA CENSURA SUI LIBRI DA PARTE DEI PAPI CHE NON HANNO MAI AMATO LA STAMPA E LA CULTURA LIBERA Inter Sollicitudines è una bolla pontificia di papa Leone X pubblicata il 4 maggio 1515, per promulgare il decreto della X sessione del Concilio Lateranense V relativo alla censura preventiva della stampa. Nella bolla il papa elogia l’invenzione della stampa, visto come un dono di Dio, che permette il diffondersi della cultura, la formazione degli eruditi, ed in campo cristiano la diffusione della fede e della dottrina cristiana; ma insieme denuncia anche i mali che ne possono derivare al cristianesimo e alla Chiesa per il diffondersi di errori, di pronunciamenti contrari alla fede cristiana, di attacchi contro uomini di Chiesa e per i mali che tali letture possono provocare nell’animo dei semplici fedeli. Perciò il papa, temendo che uno strumento “inventato per la gloria di Dio, la crescita della fede e la propagazione delle scienze utili” possa diventare “un ostacolo alla salvezza dei fedeli in Cristo”, decide che nessuno può stampare un libro senza l’autorizzazione del vescovo locale (o del Vicario del Papa, se si tratta di libri da stampare nello Stato della Chiesa), sotto pena di scomunica. Nasceva così l’imprimatur, ossia il visto ecclesiastico per la stampa dei libri. Purtroppo per i papi il divieto non funzionò abbastanza da prevenire la protesta, che avvenne soltanto due anni dopo (1517), di Martin Lutero, che di fatto diede inizio alla Riforma Protestante, per il cui successo fu fondamentale la diffusione delle opere "eretiche" grazie all'invenzione della stampa. Per cercare di rimediare al danno e prevenire ulteriori pericoli la Chiesa decise di inasprire il controllo sulla stampa, considerata sempre più pericolosa. Per questo nel 1558 fu istituito l'Indice dei libri proibiti (in latino Index librorum prohibitorum), che fu organizzato dalla Congregazione della sacra romana e universale Inquisizione (o Sant'Uffizio). La cultura italiana, che nei due secoli precedenti era la più avanzata dell'Occidente, essendo stata il cardine dell'Umanesimo e del Rinascimento, iniziò a declinare. Scienziati e filosofi come Giordano Bruno, Bruno Campanella e Galileo Galilei furono giustiziati, imprigionati o messi sotto silenzio. Autori come Dante, Boccaccio, Ariosto, Machiavelli, Erasmo di Rotterdam vennero proibiti. L'Italia calò in una cappa di grigiore culturale che durò almeno un paio di secoli, fino a che non fu spazzata dall'Illuminismo. Da notare che l'indice dei libri proibiti fu soppresso soltanto il 4 febbraio del 1966 con la fine dell'inquisizione romana. (I Maestri del Socialismo)

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FAQ

Q: what the hell is wrong with you?

A: yeah

[dantexxvicario]

&&. word has it ( dante “the ripper” vicario ) was just spotted around the city. ( he ) is a ( 35 ) year old affiliated with ( the italian mafia ). it’s been said that ( he ) resembles ( michael trevino ). ( he ) has been said to be ( charismatic & strategic ) but also quite ( psychotic & easily angered ). ( he ) is currently serving as ( don of the italian mafia ). // ace

( dante vicario ) would describe ( himself ) as a ( winter ) person and would identify as a ( chaotic evil ). ( his ) birthday is ( october 25th ), making ( his/her/their ) star sign ( scorpio ) and ( his ) animal sign the ( ...the butterfly? ). ( his ) biggest pet peeve is ( leaving thinhs unclean ), and ( his ) theme song is ( sucker for pain by lil wayne ). finally, ( his ) primary goal is to ( control new york city ).

In the late 19th century, roughly 13,000 Italians immigrated to Mexico. As the years went by, nearly half of these immigrants returned back to Italy, or continued onto the United States. Once such family was the Vicario family, who formally hailed from Sicily. While many of those families have since assimilated into Mexican culture, the Vicario family stayed rooted in their ways, despite that their bloodlines had changed with several marriages and births. They continued to have strong contact with their distant relatives who still remained in Italy. As times changed, they eventually immigrated to New York City in the 1920s, where the Italian Mafia was just beginning. It would be another thirty years before the Vicario family took power of the Italian Mafia from it’s founders, and another thirty before a very specific chain of power was broken. 

Since its founding, the title of Don of the Italian Mafia has been passed down seamlessly from first born son to first born son. This was how it had always been, used as a show of power and a means of keeping the Family within the family. But, in the 1980s, the heir of the mafia — Orlando Vicario — had an affair just six months after his wedding to Nadia Hernandez, resulting in the birth of his bastard son, Nicollo. Known as an abusive, easily tempered man, Nadia did nothing to stop her new husband from taking in his illigentamant son in. It came as no surprise that the young woman kept her mouth shut on the matter, despite the ache it caused her. 

Two years later, Nadia would give birth to Orlando’s only technical legitimate son. This son would eventually become more fearsome than his father, but the monster was once a child. 

In his early years, it quickly became evident that Orlando favored his older half brother, and it was he who he would pass on command, despite the fact that Nicollo was born out of wedlock. Dante was treated horribly by his father, and in turn, Nicollo — both abused him physically and mentally at every opportunity they could, while his mother Nadia remained passive and did nothing but make excuses for Orlando.

Having inherited his father’s temper, it was as if it had been destined that Orlando was murdered by the son who he so poorly treated. But that? It would come later. As the boy became a man, Dante was treated as a grunt more than the son of a Don, forced to do his father’s dirty work in ways most men didn’t. Dante killed his first man by the time he was seventeen. Soon, the number grew. The more he was exposed to the violence of the mafia and the abuse of his father and brother, the more a dark cloud began to take hold of him. Slowly but surely, this darkness would consume him completely, and a voice began whispering in his head that he could end it all — become heir to the Mafia, because it was he who was Orlando’s son, not Nicollo. He had killed before — he sometimes forgot how many --  and he could surely do it again. All it takes is a bullet, it would whisper, wounding its way tighter and tighter around him. But, while the darkness had fully taken root by the time he was twenty, one of the few people he trusted introducted him to the woman who would eventually become the love of his life. Cassandra introduced her as Carina Delgarrd, a business major at the Melbourne Institute who had gotten in on a scholarship rather than money or fame. 

While Cassandra was known to be able to keep Dante’s demon at bay, it was Carina who could almost make it vanish completely. She pushed Dante to be a better man, to show his father he deserved the Mafia more than his worm of a half brother. But even as Dante outshown Nicollo, Orlando continued is abuse and beatings, ignoring any and all progress and benefits Dante brought to the table. 

Eventually, Dante snapped. In a meeting that involved most of the Family — his father’s closest friends, his uncles, his brother — and included Dante, his mother, and Carina, everything went red when Orlando named Nicollo the heir despite the work Dante had done. With a fresh blackeye still branding his face, the voice came back in full force, seeming to scream and whisper at the same time for him to do it. Dante’s gun loosed six bullets before he even processed what had happened. In September of 2009 — just six months after proposing to Carina — Dante Vicario murdered his father, mother, three of his uncles, and Carina. Carina, the only one who kept him calm, and who had unknowingly been carrying their child. 

After Carina’s death, Dante became a new person entirely. Done with fighting off the demon, his rageful outbursts were even worse than his father’s before him, and Dante was never afraid to end a life. Nicollo somehow survived the shooting, for reasons unknown. Dante allowed him to live, so long as he give him the mafia and do as he was bid. A true coward in the end, Nicollo agreed — begging to be spared — and would eventually become a chip in securing the loyalty of the Ivanov family... though karma would eventually come back to haunt him in the form of a shoot out that resulted in his death without Dante having to lift a finger. 

Now, his underlings stay loyal to him out of fear, and his inner circle are the only people alive who he trusts. Dante kills mercilessly, and has even gone to trial for three murders, but has managed to get off not guilty all three times despite having shot the gun himself. These murders include his father, his last living uncle who attempted a coup a year into his rule, and the don of the Russian Mafia several years later. The deaths — including those three — on his hands seem to many to count, and Dante only feels guilty for two. His wife, and his unborn child, but the voice in his dead tells him to ignore it, and to focus on his life's purpose. Control of New York City where his father couldn’t.

[celinedahl]

&&. word has it ( celine dahl ) was just spotted around the city. ( she ) is a ( 32 ) year old affiliated with ( the russian mafia ). it’s been said that ( she ) resembles ( natalie dormer ). ( she ) has been said to be ( confident & charismatic ) but also quite ( bloodthirsty & sarcastic ). ( she ) is currently serving as ( an assassin ).

( celine ) would describe ( herself ) as a ( winter ) person and would identify as a ( chaotic evil ). ( her ) birthday is ( october 30th ), making ( her ) star sign ( scorpio ) and ( her ) animal sign the ( wolf ). ( her ) biggest pet peeve is ( incompetence ), and ( her ) theme song is ( bde by qveen herby ). finally, ( her ) primary goal is to ( make money and cut a few throats along the way ).

Biography

Behind every powerful don is a vicious undertaker; a loyal dog willing to do what needs to be done in order to protect their master. One word and they’ll gladly pay a nightly visit to those who haven’t paid their dues. A nod of the head means a bullet to the skull. However, Celine Dahl is no one’s lap dog, and the Russian mafia- Viktor Valentina in particular- is painfully aware of it.

Celine’s story began from nothing. She was the offspring of two people too plagued by their own personal demons to take care of her, carted away by the authorities when they were arrested for drug-trafficking charges. Whoever had been in charge of her file had surely hoped the infant would be placed with a family with more fortunate circumstances, but their good intentions did not manifest. Like many within her line of work, she was a throwaway child; the product of constant shuffling within the system before it spat her out onto the streets to survive on her own. Her hazy childhood memories consisted of faded houses, raised voices, hands on places that they should not have been, smiles that elicited a sense of fight or flight and deep-rooted feelings of disgust. While she refuses to elaborate on those earlier years, there was one thing that the young Celine learned quickly from those times: the only one that she could count on was herself, and no one else.

With only the most basic education and no desire to return to those who called themselves her guardians, Celine had to fight for the scraps that she called a living. She acted as an escort, luring wealthy older men into her bed before she bled them dry. She sold drugs, stole from those who could afford to be stolen from and ran a lucrative side hustle blackmailing her past clients. But the wealthier the target, the higher the risks. Hired lackeys would often come after her to avenge her spurned lovers and while her initial encounters with men of these type had been harsh lessons, Celine was a quick learner. She gradually gained the skills to fight off her pursuers, and through years of practice and plenty of free time she was able to overwhelm even professional fighters without breaking a sweat. With her fighting prowess, she found work that furthered her talents, most notably through assassinations for different criminal organizations.

While being a nobody among professional assassins was generally considered a good trait, Celine lacked the type of backing necessary to secure good-paying jobs. She hadn’t have past military experience to impress potential clients and her habit of biting the hands that fed her had come back to haunt her. However, there was one individual who was willing to give the young woman a chance - Viktor Valentina. Though he had a rather naive countenance, he held no qualms in contracting her from the onset and compensated her generously for her time. One contract soon became another, and soon Celine found herself spending an unusual amount of time killing a number of targets for a single client. It was through Viktor that she made her associations with other mafias, and while she would rarely turn a job down, the Russians remained her most steadfast customers. Somewhere along the way, she struck an odd friendship with the future don that extended beyond the scope of her work. Having heard what little of her story she decided to share with him, the unusually empathetic Russian heir was quick to arrange living arrangements for her within his section of the city and ensured that she would never go without work again.

One evening, Celine was approached by a wealthy individual who had a high-valued target as his intended hit: Nikolai Valentina, Viktor’s father and the don of the Russian mafia. Recognizing that her benefactor was in danger, Celine accepted the assignment and immediately sought out the Valentina family to warn them of the impending threat. However, her cautions came far too late, for the Russian estate was already in an uproar by the time she had gotten to them. Nikolai Valentina had been murdered in cold blood, and his son had been witness to it all. The gentle, kind-hearted Viktor was the new don, which meant that the Russians would soon be gearing up for war.

Whether it was out of pity, a sense of debt towards all he had done for her, or a mere whim, Celine decided to pledge her allegiance to Viktor that night. It had taken some level of convincing and several months of tedious thug work, but she managed to join the Russian mafia on a number of special conditions. During this time, she became a key component in a number of key Russian operations, including the rescue of one Tatiana Valentina from the Irish mob. Her notoriety as a literal cutthroat with a foul temperament preceded her, and the graphic leftovers of her work became Celine’s signature among those in her field. When she was not acting on Viktor’s orders, she became a common sight at mafia meetings, providing advice and protection where needed.

Whispers of Viktor Valentina’s shadow invoked fear into the hearts of her enemies and Celine was rewarded with generous paychecks for her contributions to the family. Yet while she had attained the comfortable lifestyle that she had strived for, the assassin was far from satisfied. Two men had eluded her grasp for a frustratingly long amount of time. Alexander Barrett and Dante Vicario, the true enemies of her boss, both remained at large. While she did not agree with Viktor on many things, Celine could not sit idly by while her leader’s revenge remained unfulfilled.

While her motives remain murky, even questionable to her closest allies, one thing is for certain: Celine will do whatever it takes to achieve her goals, and she has no trouble dropping a few bodies along the way to get there

[matteomazzanti-blog1]

✧ @dantexxvicario ✧

      Holy shit. That was Dante Vicario. Matteo’s eyes were on the Don, unable to look away. Holy shit, holy fuck. There’s no way he knows who you are. But you still have to thank him. But you shouldn’t make a fool out of yourself. But. But. But. Downing the rest of his glass of whiskey, he set it down on the counter before forcing his way through the crowd and to the man.

     Don’t fuck this up, Mazzanti. “Hi.” Great start. You already look like a fool. Don’t stutter. Keep talking. “You probably don’t know who I am. That’s - that’s fine. No big deal.” Idiot. “I’m - fuck,” he swears under his breath, trying to recompose himself. “Matteo Mazzanti. I’m Luca - D’Amore, Luca D’Amore’s assistance. Assistant.” Fuck!

      “I... don’t want to take up too much of your time, I know you’ve probably got better things to do than entertain me, so -- I just... wanted to thank you... for giving me the opportunity to be at this party, and... and for not killin’ me when Luca prolly should’ve, and... for makin’ me... not... as broke as I was before. I dunno if you have anything to do with my paycheck, but, uh - if you do - thanks.” How was he supposed to recover from this? “I’m not normally... like this.”

[characteroulette]

Dante shook his head, undeterred. "He's proven already that he's willing to be petty. No one wants to admit to it, but hate is petty and love pettier."

- Shadows and Inferno, Chapter 21

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This is the longest chapter I definitely learned my lesson after this. But!! The entire actual first chapter! Woah!!

I also decided I wasn't colouring backgrounds. Whoop.

[marcussblackman]

&&. word has it ( marcus blackman ) was just spotted around the city. ( he ) is a ( 33) year old affiliated with ( the italian mafia ). it’s been said that ( he ) resembles ( can yaman ). ( he ) has been said to be ( patient & calculating ) but also quite ( apathetic & cynical ). ( he ) is currently serving as ( underboss of the italian mafia / trafficker ).

( marcus ) would describe ( himself ) as a ( summer ) person and would identify as a ( neutral evil ). ( his ) birthday is ( august 13th ), making ( his ) star sign ( leo ) and ( his ) animal sign the ( salmon ). ( his ) biggest pet peeve is ( being tricked ), and ( his ) theme song is ( dangerous by big data and joywave ). finally, ( his ) primary goal is to ( see the Italians take over New York City ).

Biography

Marcus grew up a nobody; a bastard born and thrown into the system before his crack whore of a mother could so much as utter his name out loud. As a child, he learned early on that might made right; the one who ruled the household was the one with the stronger set of fists. But as a small, scrawny runt of a boy, he was never once in a position, in those early years, where he could fight back against his ham-fisted foster parents and siblings. But what he lacked in physical strength, he made up for with a brilliant mind for observation. He learned how to bide his time, and how to say the right words to get a reaction out of his abusers. He learned out to garner pity from passerbys to earn his meals for the day, and spent countless weeks memorizing the comings and goings of his siblings, shadowing them through the unforgiving streets of Little Italy until he knew every sordid details of their miserable lives.

As he grew older, Marcus began putting these skills to proper use, turning his more physically-powerful siblings against his foster parents with a series of suggestions and insinuations. He used every tool in his repetoire just to survive each night, selecting when he would pick a fight with his abusers and blackmailing the right people into protecting him from others. He lied, cheated and swindled strangers through rigged games of cards, storing away the money for a greater plan. Marcus threatened the younger foster siblings who followed, using them as fodder and errand runners throughout Little Italy while he worked on other projects. In school, he made sure to keep his scores at just below average, straying away from extracurriculars and socializing in order and as far away from the spotlight as he could. And in the night, he roamed the streets, looking for fights or easy marks.

By the time he was sixteen, Marcus had enough funds to leave his home behind. In the early morning, while his foster parents were deep in a drunken slumber, he pilfered the gun from their night drawer and slit their throats, disappearing with all of his hard-won cash to start his life over. A strong, clever man with the world at his fingertips, he could have gone anywhere and thrived. Yet the streets of Little Italy were all he knew, and Costa Nostra, the Italian Mafia, were the only ones with the resources to help him bury his past for good. And so Marcus threw in his lot with them, renting a ramshackle apartment in the outskirts of their territory and actively seeking out a recruiter to make his way up the ranks of the lucrative organization.

As it turned out, the not-so-little Marcus was a perfect fit for the life of a mafia man. He knew the right connections and investors to ship products across New York. He knew all the ways to smuggle drugs, weapons and women in and out of the city without so much as a sniff from the cops. A few betrayals along the way and he found himself as one of the senior officers within the Italian mafia, with significant wealth pouring in from all of his trafficking ventures. It was more than he could have ever dreamed of as a kid, and he basked in his newfound wealth like the king of New York City.

After a few years in his current role, Marcus was called upon by the don himself, Dante Vicario. The underboss that had served him previously had made a grievious error, and had thus been disposed of. Given his reputation as a man who got things done, he had been tagged as their replacement. Marcus gladly accepted the new role and the prestige it came along with it. His calculating personality made his an efficient second, and his complete disregard for Dante’s love of violence made the pair of them a complementary match.

Now, at 33 years of age and a millionaire in his own right, Marcus has Dante to thank for all of his success. Given the recent influx of diamonds in New York, the infamous underboss is already concocting a plan to put the Italians at the top of the upcoming war. After all, if might makes right, then surely it's his faction that deserves to rule the city.

[diamondconfessions]

I don't trust dante's charm

I don’t trust Dante period.

( @dantexxvicario )

[natashaivanov]

&&. word has it ( natasha ivanov ) was just spotted around the city. ( she ) is a ( 26 ) year old affiliated with ( the russian mafia ). it’s been said that ( she ) resembles ( rosie huntington-whiteley ). ( she ) has been said to be ( dutiful & well-mannered ) but also quite ( prudish & strict ). ( she ) is currently serving as ( a campaign manager ). // ace

( natasha ivanov ) would describe ( herself ) as a ( fall ) person and would identify as a ( lawful good ). ( her  ) birthday is ( december 23rd ), making ( her ) star sign ( capricorn ) and ( her ) animal sign the ( hawk ). ( his/her/their ) biggest pet peeve is ( disorganization ), and (her ) theme song is ( style by taylor swift ). finally, ( her ) primary goal is to ( prove that her father’s mistakes are not her own ).

The political history of the Ivanov family is a complicated one. So complicated that Natasha Ivanov has become notorious for sighing through her nose, squaring her shoulders, and repeating the phrase pay attention, it’s a lot to explain to her close friends and co workers.

It all began with her great grandfather. There wasn’t much to tell about her grandfather Mikhail, other than the distinct  fact that it was he who brought that Ivanovs to New York City, and it was he who her grandfather, father, and older brother were named after. But, it was also he who they all gave credit to. If he hadn’t ever moved to the Big Apple, there might not have been the biggest scandal the city had seen in a decade, spurred on by his yet to be born grandson. Though he would die before he ever met the third Mikhail of the Ivanov family, he would live long enough to establish himself with the Russian Mafia, marry a woman who also happened to be a first generation Russian immigrant, have a son, and then promptly stumble drunk in front of a bus and die on impact before that son reached the age of five. His newly established connection to the Russian Mafia died with him.

That five year old eventually became a man. Her grandfather’s luck in New York was significantly better than his father’s. Mikhail the second did not marry a Russian woman, much to his mother’s disgust. Instead, Mikhail the second married a first generation Irish immigrant who had moved to New York with her parents and younger sister. Like Mikhail the first, Mikhail the second’s wife — a red head named Aileen, Nastasha’s grandmother — had established herself with the Irish Mob. Unlike her husband, her ties and loyalties ran much deeper, as she and her parents simply paid the Mob to protect their small grocery store. This relationship would lead to that the Irish backing his bid for the mayor of New York City.

Now, Mikhail the second managed to win the race, despite the fact that his parents were immigrants. His attachment to the Irish Mafia managed to stay completely underwraps, and he kept the title for two consecutive terms. The Irish Mafia was able to get away with a little more crime than most, kept out of the public eye as much as Mikhail the second could manage without raising suspicion. Within those two terms, Mikhail the third was born, and his political future was laid out before him.

It’s here that Natasha begins to leave out her family’s involvement with the Irish crime ring, glossing over the gory details. The picture perfect version is that her father — Mikhail the third — was caught laundering money and committing fraud in order to win his campaign. But, the true story of the scandal that would knock Mikhail Ivanov III out of his own race for mayor, losing to the current mayor of New York, Lana Shapiro, was that he betrayed the Irish Mafia to work with the Italians, after gambling most of his money — i.e, Irish money — away in their casino, promising information and names in exchange for forgetting his debt and protecting him from Flanagan’s wrath.

This aspect of the political history of the Ivanov family was what most involved Natasha. With her grandfather the former mayor of New York, and her father vying for the title, Natasha was a socialite without wanting to be one. Constantly in the eye of the press, it wasn’t long before her father hired Roan Ó Faoláin to keep an eye on her prior to betraying the Irish. It was her grandmother Aileen’s idea, and the events that followed involving the Belfast native complicated things even farther.

From the time she was eighteen, the brutishly tall man was a constant presence in her life, a sort of back bone in an otherwise crazy existence. Between paparazzi and trying to get her public administrations degree at the Melbourne Institute, having someone to talk to outside her picture perfect life was a blessing. Falling in love with him was slow, and then all at once — the two of them tried to keep their relationship strictly professional, but it seemed as if fate had another plan entirely. Natasha might even have married him, if her father hadn’t been such an idiot. For two years, the two shared an intimate and secret relationship, because Nastaha Ivanov was supposed to be picture perfect perfection, not sleeping with the help.

But then, Roan disappeared, right when she needed him most. Natasha and her brother were shocked to hear of their father’s dealings with the Italians, nearly as blind sided as the Irish has been. Several days later, Mikhail the third was out of his race for mayor, his face plastered across newspapers, magazines, and broadcasts — the Irish had released his part in illegal activities, sullying his reputation just weeks before the final vote. He’d stay in prison for the ten months.

The Italians, particularly Dante Vicario, didn’t wait very long to secure proof of the Ivanov’s loyalty. Mikhail III quickly and quietly arranged the engagement of Natasha to Dante’s elder half brother, Nicollo, before his arrest. Heartbroken and plagued with the responsibility of trying to fix the Ivanov name, Natasha agreed. Protecting themselves with the guard of the Italians was the right choice, even if it felt so awfully wrong.

The two were engaged for the better part of a year and a half, waiting for wedding planning until her father was out of prison. Little did she know, Nicollo Vicario was monster in his own way. But, that didn’t matter — Nicollo was shot and killed before they could even properly set the date. It didn’t take Natasha long to figure out who had fired the bullet. There were only so many people with his physical description, especially those who had shown up randomly in Boston at the time of Roan’s disappearance. While Dante Vicario didn’t seem too beat up about his half brother’s death — and neither was Natasha, despite what people think, and the fact that Roan had not only broken her heart but possibly ruined her chance at happened— it meant there was no real alliance between the Italian Mafia and the Ivanov family, even if they were on good terms.

This was that promoted her brother, older than her by five years, to announce his intentions to run for Senator — in addition to the fact that he had discovered his name sake, Mikhail the first’s, association with the Russian Mafia. Her brother pledged himself to the Valentina family as their great grandfather had done in order to once more protect his family, and disowned their father. Natasha, tired of having men dictating her path in life, did the same of her own free will. Finally using the degree she’d worked her ass off to get, she became her brother’s campaign manager, and is now currently doing her best to show the political scene that the younger Ivanov generation isn’t here to be pushed around.

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&&. word has it ( viktor valentina ) was just spotted around the city. ( he ) is a ( 35 ) year old affiliated with ( the russian mafia ). it’s been said that ( he ) resembles ( kit harington ). ( he ) has been said to be ( honorable & dedicated ) but also quite ( emotional & overprotective ). ( he ) is currently serving as ( pakhan of the russian mafia ). 

( viktor ) would describe ( himself ) as a ( winter ) person and would identify as a ( lawful good ). ( his ) birthday is ( april 13th ), making ( his ) star sign ( aries ) and ( his ) animal sign the ( fox ). ( his ) biggest pet peeve is ( being lied to ), and ( his ) theme song is ( human by rag’n’bone man ). finally, ( his ) primary goal is to ( bring down the Irish and Italian mafias by any means necessary ).

Biography

From the moment Viktor was born, his path had already been laid out well before him. Nikolai Valentina, the pakhan and a terror in the streets of St.Petersburg, had spent the nine long months of his wife’s pregnancy with great anticipation of his heir, and wasted no time in preparing the child to one day lead the Bratva in his footsteps.

For as long as little Viktor could remember, as a small child who immigrated to New York City from Russia, there were only two things of great importance to him: the Bratva and his family. His responsibility to his father, and to the larger mafia meant that there was little space for empathy. Violence on the streets of Little Odessa, and behind the closed doors of the Oceana residences meant that the soft-hearted boy had been stripped of his innocence far sooner than many in his age group. Before he entered into private school, he had learned how to hold a knife to defend himself. By the time he entered middle school, he was comfortable with a gun. Once he left high school, violence and death were things he no longer feared.

But despite Nikolai’s persistent, and largely successful efforts to turn his eldest son into a pakhan as ruthless as he was, deep down Viktor still had a heart and temperament like his mother. He detested ending a life without fair reason, and while he was comfortable with violence, he never actively sought it out for himself. Behind closed doors, where only his siblings and parents resided, Viktor was a kind and gentle man, who much preferred to help others than lord over them like a ruler. He particularly adored his younger siblings, Dimitri and Tatiana, who were raised further away from the ugliness of the Bratva. It was with his family that Viktor was able to carve out a small space in his heart for empathy, just large enough to keep him from feeling like a complete monster when he was out running the mafia with his father.

What he did for the Bratva, he did to protect his family and their way of living. He did it to protect the good people who called Little Odessa home, and he did it on behalf of those too weak to seek out justice for themselves.

As noble as his intentions were, Viktor’s life turned completely upside-down following the death of his father. A warning came to him about an attempt that would be made on Nikolai Valentina’s life, but by the time he had rushed to his father’s side, he was already bleeding out onto the unforgiving streets of New York. Viktor had been there for him in his final moments, unable to do anything but watch as the life left the pakhan at an agonizing pace. The murder, done by the hands of the Italian don Dante Vicario, sent the Russians into an uproar, and Viktor, who had idolized his father for so long, was thrust into Nikolai’s old position without so much as a moment to grieve for the heavy loss to his family. All that pain, confusion and anger swirled inside the eldest Valentina, and as he formally stepped up to lead the Bratva, all Viktor could see was red.

And as though fate had a particularly strong vendetta against Viktor, yet another blow was dealt upon the Valentinas. Young Tatiana, the Russian princess and Viktor’s dearest sister, had been stolen by the Irish mafia in the middle of an ongoing turf war in Coney Island. If Viktor had been furious before, it was nothing in the wake of how he felt upon hearing that his sister had been abducted. Gone was any sense of remorse or hestitation on the pakhan’s part - the Russian’s enemies had brought out the very beast that Nikolai Valentina had been hoping to see for all these years, before the former leader was cold in his grave.

Viktor became a heartless leader, authorizing atrocious crimes against the Irish and Italians in his hatred for them, and pursuing the recovery of his sister like a man possessed. Though his behaviour has thankfully quelled slightly in her eventual return, thanks to the efforts of his top assassins Ronan Ludolf and Celine Dahl, the damage was already done to the young pakhan. With two new blood feuds with the oldest mafias within New York, Viktor is dead set on seeing to their downfall, even if it means stepping aside to let one of the newer arrivals rule the city themselves.