Allen Ciano

The criminal underworld is a large and convoluted place. Here, self-made-men and the inherently wealthy are all reduced to a level playing field as they play with the lives of themselves, their men, and countless civillians in the pursuit of their own wealth and power. While some players- such as Roman Torchwick- are straightforward and overt in their methods, other crimelords run a more easily hidden game. They intentionally Hide in the middle of the pack, that they may cattapult themselves to the front at a moment's notice. One such man is Allen Capriotti.

Appearance
Allen appears to be almost everything his public identity should resemble: clean, well kempt, and sharply presented. He stands at six feet tall and weighs two hundred pounds, with toned muscled that he maintains compulsively. His turquoise hair is always well kempt, and his face kept obnoxiously blemishless, to the point that a few of his men consider him a Prima Donna. Even if they never voice this opinion, obviously.

He usually dresses in his signature outfit: a black suit with aqua pinstripes worn over a white collared shirt and a matching tie. He typically wears a matching, wide-brimmed fedora and shiny black loafers to complete the ensemble. He'll dress down in behind-the-scenes type moments, but his public appearance will almost always demand this suit.

There is but one thing that hints at Allen's less-than-savory lifestyle: his eyes. Originally a deep burgundy, he is now affected by mild heterochromea in his right eye, as a result of eye damage incured earlier in his career. The same injury resulted in the two scars across said eye. While he often claims them to be resultant of a Grimm attack, their true origin is from a knife-fight against one of his old rivals. His discolored eye now appears to be much closer to red, and doesn't retain full function, affording a blind spot to his foes.

Personality
One does not gain very much of a foothold in organized crime without having a certain cunning streak. He knows how to make himself appear to be the lesser of two evils, often slipping under the police's radar by coordinating his activities to coincide with other, more notable illegal incidents. He tends to stray away from more overt tactics as a result: why steal a whole shipment of dust when you can blackmail a freight controller to make sure a portion of every shippment is lost in transit? Why clear out a bank-vault once if you can extort management to wire cash into your accounts  for years to come?

Oddly enough, though, Allen has a very strong need to please others: he likes to make as many people happy as he can as often as he can. This leads to the sizable funds he donates to charities, as well as his refusal to participate in activities widely considered inherently immoral, such as trafficking of humans or faunus. But make no mistake: The person Mr Capriotti benefits most often and consistently is himself. The truth is that he tries to make everybody else happy because he enjoys- nay, revels in- the positive attention it attracts.

He enjoys being recognized as a positive force in the world. The common citizens in areas long-known to be his turf will even vouch for him personally, often shaking his hand as he passes them by on the street. But, more often then not his supposed "selfless" actions are fronts for more egocentric needs, such as having a fall guy turn a fugitive who happens to be a rival gang-member over to the police, or ripping off large amounts of money from corporations known to be corrupt and distributing it among various citizens (including himself, secretly). He's not above collecting a group of his own men he has grown upset with, and staging his own personal "crime bust," serving the dual purpose of improving his public standing and weeding out those unfit for his operations.

In public he presents himself as amiable, soft-spoken, kind-hearted, generous, and forgiving (if a little bit narcisistic about it). A champion of the litle people, as it were, in a world where so much seems to conspire against them. But behind closed doors, he gets a chance to show his true colors. To those who would stand against him, he is violent, ruthless, and highly manipulative, with his everyday facade often lulling his foes into a false sense of security. It is a lesson often learned all too late. To those who've drawn his ire, he is truly terrifying, often torturing and disfiguring them in new and gruesome ways, in hopes of teaching his foes a lesson. But above all, Allen is defined by his duplicity: His public kindnesses almost always come with a catch, and he will often let the positive side-effects of his crimes linger over the heads of those who would stop him.

Skills and Abilities
First and foremost, Allen is naturally a skilled actor. He's quite skilled at keeping up his good samaritan/businessman facade, and his skill with public speaking on top of that makes it difficult for someone to dislike the man he appears to be on the surface. His deceptions are so masterfully crafted, that only a select few individuals outside of the police even believe he has any real criminal ties. Very few realize that his story that unscrupulous competitors are framing him for these crimes are complete fiction, and even fewer than that actually care.

On top of that, Allen is brilliant in management of both criminal and legitimate enterprises, a fact he uses to "aquire" the assets of companies that compete with the law-abiding businesses he uses to keep income up when he has to lay low. He invests far and wide, and he's got his fingers in so many well-hidden pies that it would be very difficult to freeze all of his financial assets without causing some pretty substantial collateral damage to the city of Vale's economy.

But, perhaps, his greatest talents lie in the area of sabotage. Bear in mind, no matter how many dogs you pet or orphanages you pull out of bankrupcy, when you manage this many criminal acts, someone will notice. And some people can't be bought into silence. Even so, Allen can and often does deal with such rogue elements personally. The results of these encounters vary widley, but the overall effect is that, whatever Capriotti did, it keeps them silent. For example, on one occasion where a detective nearly exposed the majority of his operations, an anonymous tipster reported the detective as working for the mob boss. sure enough, when investigated further, the detective's bank accounts had been wired sustantial funds from a Capriotti owned business. The detective was pulled from the investigation. He had never accepted a dirty dime in his life.

Weapon and Fighting Style
A lot of the time when Capriotti initiates hostilities, he does so in a way that he appears to be a heroic stand against crime to any witnesses, which he almost always ensures plenty of. But, his overwhelming sucesses here are usually due to him having stacked the odds well in advance. Allen Capriotti isn't overly fond of straight-up combat, especially since his being forced to use it is typically the result of one of his plans being discovered, or some other circumstance arising. As a result, his fighting style is perhaps best described as impatient. His time is much too valuable to be spent dealing with stupid rivals or the authorities attacking him directly, and it shows in his choice of weaponry. He wields a Compact Modular Saw Machinegun (C.M.S.M) named Piccolo Amico.

The Amico is not a weapon designed for finesse, nor subtlety. It has two modes, Submachinegun and Combat Saw. While he can be a precise shot if need be to keep up apearances, he much prefers to simply spray round after high-impact round into an opponent,leaving a swath of bulletholes and spent cartridges in his wake. While at a glance the submachinegun appears to accept a drum magazine, it's actually belt-fed, and the "Drum" is simply a permanently attatched holding box for these belts, with a twist. Upon converting to Combat Saw mode, the rim of the box flips open, revealing a viciously serrated, fuly-functional sawblade. In this mode, Amico is capable of easily causing massive damage, even through combat armor. The blade rapidly spins with high torque, to the point where it can even be used as impromptu transport: the blade can be reliably used to cut into a thick enough wall and ascend, pulling the user behind it, for example.

There are very few times that Allen can be forced to show his true colors, but trapping him into combat is one of them. Here, he cares for little other than removing the threat as quickly as possible, with little regard for collateral damage. It's one of the only times he cuts loose, and as such he's ruthlessly efficient. In once scinario, for example, one of his men was being used as a human shield by a hit-man hired to kill the boss. And Allen punched numerous holes through both of them. Up close, his techniques are slower than average, but the nature of his weapon makes the hits he lands devestating.

History
Allen was born to a reasonably wealthy and loving family. At first. His father, Alphonse Capriotti, was notoriously ham-fisted with his management of both money and business, leading to the near collapse of the dust-mining operations he was in charge of. After the Schnee corporation subsidised Alphonse's debt in return for ownership of the mines, the businessman turned to gambling in an attempt to reclaim his lost riches. He failed. Miserably.

By the age of ten, Allen was regularly beaten and abused by his down-and-out father, with only memories of past riches and happier times to console him. By age 12, he was diagnosed with extreme sociopathy. He became a ward of the state after the mysterious death of his father in a housefire that burned his decrepid, out-of-repair estate to the ground. He escaped state care shortly after turning fifteen, and took to a life among various organized crime groups to ensure that he never, ever, had to live a life of poverty and hardship again.

He managed to make a decent living this way, but he was never happy, always investigating various methods to extend his reach even further, to his father's peak and beyond. He learned to fight, leared to shoot, and poured over various financial and psychological  texts whenever he had the chance. The scope of these studies varied from simple business economics to doctrines on the effects and application of specific torture techniques. So enshrouded was he in his own improvement, that he effectively dropped off the radar of any who would've been keeping an eye on him. That changed on his eighteenth birthday.

Being the sole heir to his family's remaining assetts, he reclaimed the old, ashen foundations of his family estate. Faced with the shadows of his joyful childhood, he was struck with the undeniable urge to build. And build he did. First he enlisted the help of an illegal arms developer, and forged the Picollo Amico. Then he began construction on his public reputation as an upstart philanthropist and businessman. Then he began to build his criminal empire. While still not the dominant crimelord in Vale, his astounding rise up the ranks in only seven years has demonstrated the vast potential he posesses. Dwelling now in his completely rebuilt family mansion, secretly fortified to the point of being a viable fortress, and controlling over a dozen previously separate gangs, Allen seems poised to gain control of a large portion of the criminal underworld.