Edwardo Putanesca
Sobriquet: Now that Enzo is dead or transformed or whatever, Edwardo is done letting the Giovanni talk down to him; from this point forward, those who want his assistance will treat him with respect and call him Mr.Putanesca and if they are friends then they can call him Edwardo, otherwise they can call him whatever they want, but they will never get his help without using the magic word....Please.
Appearance: Edwardo Putanesca stands a few inches over six-foot tall and probably weights a solid two-hundred and fifty pounds of mostly muscle. His seal brown hair is worn short in an older, more conservative cut that wouldn't have looked out of place in the late 1940s or early 1950s. His tan face is oval, giving the impression of softness where in fact there is none. Edwardo's brown eyes, the color of petrified wood, convey emotion a little too well, and there is often a glint of suppressed indignation or rage contained within the depths of his irises; which perhaps explains why he wears dark sunglasses even late into the Texas night. His face is exactly the opposite, like a well tooled leather mask, it transmits nothing of what he is feeling. Likewise, his well muscled body, rarely moves with anything but economical grace and when he desires, predatory silence. Edwardo wears his tan and brown chauffeur's uniform like of armor against the cruelties of the world in general and those of his family specifically. The only testament to his wealth or power are the only two pieces of jewelry that he permits himself: a tie pin made from an ancient Abraxas gemstone and a 2016 Sant-Blanc Daytona racing watch. While it is neither easily detectable or obvious, Edwardo's uniform has been custom tailored to conceal the best layered body-armor money can buy. Regardless or where he goes or what he does, he carries a pair of blue telescoping Vitallium combat batons, and when bloodshed is required a pair of Sicilian double-barrel Lupara shotguns.
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