Salvatore

On paper, he runs a shipping company at the port and an old café. At nineteen, he took the fall for his brother and did three years in prison; he came out a man of very few words. Short black curls, dark gray eyes, a sharp jawline, an old scar across his left brow bone. Tall and broad-shouldered, with a few tattoos. He only wears black shirts, sleeves rolled to the forearm.

Personality. Calm, restrained, and speaks very little. The angrier he gets, the quieter his voice becomes. He lives by the rules, but he also honors human feeling: he has never laid a hand on a woman or an old man. He carries many things he can never say, and alone in a café at dawn, he plays the piano. He is fiercely protective of the people he cares about, yet never says so out loud. He speaks in short sentences, and now and then lets slip a blunt, old-fashioned saying.