Name: Santo Valeriano Gennaro Giovanni.
Age: Thirteen.
Gender: Male.
Looks: For somebody hailing from a very sexy country, Santo isn't exactly the most pleasant thing to look at. For a start, his hair is a thick, black mess of Godknowswhat which should just about reach the bottom of his neck, but years of neglect mean that it sticks out in every direction like he's just dragged through a bush then electrocuted. He has dark brown eyes, like most Italians, but unlike most Italians (especially those from the Southern half) he's quite a lanky kid who seems to grow up instead of out. He currently stands at about 5'8''-5'9'' but only weighs about 115lbs even though he eats like a pig. His skin is quite pale, by Mediterranean standards, anyway, and he has dark circles under his eyes as if he hasn't slept in weeks.
Santo's wardrobe consists of...well, clothes. He doesn't have a particular style, he just throws on whatever the hell he finds. The only things he won't wear, under any circumstances, are skinny jeans and those trousers that sit half way down the thighs rather than at the waist because, surprisingly, he isn't really the kind to reveal his junk or boxers to the world.
Personality: Santo is a little prick, plain and simple. He's very charismatic, especially for his age, but it seems as though he doesn't think of other people as...well, people, but rather objects which he's in every right to use to his own advantage. He has a pretty short fuse, inherited from his father's side of the family, and whenever that fuse blows his first instinct is to use violence against whoever made it do so. His high temper means that he doesn't often have a chance to plan out his actions, but when he does he plans them well and will resort to desperate measures to go through with those plans, not thinking twice to "take care of" any poor sap who gets in his way and most likely won't feel any remorse for it afterwards. In fact, he'll probably be laughing all the way to prison. He's extremely sarcastic and has a very hard time taking anything seriously. If somebody comes crying to him about their problems for God knows what reason he'll either laugh in their face and outright tell them that he doesn't give a shxt or "charm" them with his "witty" sarcasm. Empathy? Pah, he's probably never heard of such a word.
Oddly enough, however, he is actually capable of showing affection. Not so much towards other people, but when it comes to animals he suddenly melts into a soppy old lady. He shows several early signs of psychopathy, but taking pleasure in hurting animals is not one of them. He is also a devout Roman Catholic.
Secret(s)/Problem(s): Santo "suffers" from Antisocial Personality Disorder, just in case you haven't figured it out already. He hasn't officially been diagnosed since he's too young, but it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that he's not quite right in the head. This isn't actually much of a secret, to be honest, but...yeah. Also, his father's occupation isn't something that he tends to flaunt. If anybody asks, he says that he was a businessman.
Other: Nah.
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