Name: Passero Cellini
sexual preference: He prefers men to women, though has been known to enjoy the fairer sex on occasion.
"Absolute no's": None, but please consult me before anything non-con or up is turned on my character
Appearance: Sharp features. Dark red, jaw length hair. Pale green eyes. A deep, vicious scar that goes from the left corner of his mouth, up his cheek towards his ear. He is short and lithe, with great upper body strength. He has dozens of small burn scars all over his body. (I'll image hunt if/when the game starts, as finding the right face takes forever for me >_<)
Speciality: Agility, stealth, marksmanship
Bio: Passero's childhood was wonderfully normal, and largely uneventful. His father was a fisher on the coast, and he was the third child. He had two older sisters, and a younger brother. They were not rich, but it was nothing less than perfect while it lasted. When he was twelve, Passero's brother-in-law, his oldest sister's husband, sent them a letter, telling of an apprenticeship that would suit Passero well, as it would give him an education and a trade. Passero's father was reluctant to let him go, but eventually allowed it, and Passero went to his sister in Florence.
His new master was a goldsmith, and had several other apprentices. The change of lifestyle was a shock to Passero, going from loved first son to little more than a drudge to a close knit group of arrogant city boys. He was given menial work, the least food, the coldest corner to sleep in, and suffered abuse from the older apprentices. He stayed there for a year and a half, until there was a fire that destroyed the smithy and killed two of the apprentices. He was accused of starting it, but fled before anyone could grab him. He struggled to find work, and ended up thieving.
He survived and thrived in those years, though because of his rather eye-catching colouring wasn't able to keep anonymous. He became quite a notorious cat burglar in his late teens, focusing his arts on the wealthy nobility. His bolthole was discovered by the city guard, by chance or foul play, and was in the midst of being apprehended when a man dropped from the rooftops and killed the guards with swift efficiency. Once he was done, he asked Passero if he would like to join the Assassins, to which Passero agreed.