#characterintros

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HEIGHT & BUILD

Nico stands at 5'7" with a lean build. Nia stands at 5'5" with a slim-thick build. Russo moves with an easy confidence that borders on provocative, their posture loose and unbothered, their gestures sharp, and their presence hard to ignore even when people pretend not to look.

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HAIR

Nico's hair is thick dark brown with loose, natural waves that never quite stay where they’re supposed to. Strands tend to fall across his forehead no matter how often he pushes them back, giving him a slightly messy look he doesn’t seem interested in fixing.

Nia's hair is dark brown, thick, and naturally wavy, falling in soft, voluminous layers when she wears it down. While working, she usually ties it back, but it never stays perfectly in place. Loose strands slip free around her face most times, giving her a slightly messy look she doesn’t seem interested in fixing.

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EYES & SKIN COLOUR

Russo’s eyes are dark brown, always carrying a spark of challenge behind them. Their skin is a lightly tanned olive with a neutral-warm undertone.

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OUTFIT

At the pizzeria, they wear the shop uniform beneath a flour stained apron, sleeves usually rolled up to the elbows and hands dusted with dough and sauce. They also always wear a red bandana tied around their head while they work, both practical and unmistakably their own signature.

Outside the kitchen, Russo leans toward casual streetwear ranging from hoodies, worn jeans, loose shirts, and sneakers.

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BACKSTORY

Russo grew up in South Chicago.

Busy streets. Loud kitchens. Long nights. The kind of environment where people learn quickly how to stand their ground or get pushed aside.

Their parents died when they were young. The loss came early and without warning, leaving a space that never quite closed. Their Uncle Sal stepped in the only way he knew how, keeping the pizzeria running and giving Russo a place of love and comfort when the rest of the world felt unstable.

The restaurant became home.

Russo learned to cook before they learned patience. Learned to argue before they learned restraint. The kitchen was loud, chaotic, and demanding, but it was also the one place where effort mattered more than excuses.

Then somewhere along the way, Russo started paying attention to the things happening outside those doors.

News stories. Police reports. Missing people.

The system never seemed to move fast enough.

So Russo started studying it.

Halfway through a criminal justice degree at Richard J. Daley College, they pretend the classes don’t mean much. Just credits. Just something to do while working shifts at the pizzeria.

But sometimes they sit in the back room after closing, textbooks open beside stacks of pizza boxes, reading case law with the kind of quiet focus they never show anyone else.

They talk like the system is broken.

But they keep studying it anyway.

Then you walked into their life.

Hired just like that.

No experience. No real work history. No background check. Uncle Sal took you in anyway, the same way he does with anyone who looks like they need a place to land.

Russo noticed it right away.

The way you keep to yourself during shifts. The long silences. The way questions seem to bother you more than they should, like every simple conversation is something you’d rather avoid. Sometimes you disappear for minutes at a time. Sometimes you move through the kitchen without saying a word to anyone.

Russo keeps watching.

Because you work for their family.

And something about you doesn’t feel right.

They just can’t figure out exactly what it is yet

But they’re already getting closer.

And when they finally do figure it out—

The question won’t be whether they expose you.

It will be whether they help you.

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HEIGHT & BUILD

Male Juno Reyes stands at 6'3" with a stocky-athletic build. Female Juno Reyes stands at 5'9" with an athletic build. Juno looks like someone shaped by years of street work, long nights, foot chases, and fights that never make it into official reports. Strong arms, solid frame, and a tired posture when the day runs too long, but enough endurance to keep going when most people would have called it by now.

HAIR

Male Juno's hair is dark brown, kept short with loose natural curls left on top and lightly tapered at the sides. He usually has light stubble along his jaw, that is less of a style choice and more of it just being neglect from missed mornings, bad sleep, and too many hours spent on the job.

Female Juno’s hair is dark brown and mid-back length, with naturally loose curls that's usually tied back while working. Strands tend to slip free during long shifts, falling around a face that looks more tired than she wants anyone to notice.

EYES & SKIN COLOUR

Juno’s eyes are dark brown. They have the kind of stare that makes people rethink what they were about to say. Their skin is a warm tan with a golden undertone.

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OUTFIT & GEAR

Juno dresses for work, not for show. Their usual look is practical and worn-in: a leather jacket, black polo shirt, black jeans, and sturdy black boots. Their badge hangs from a chain around their neck, usually resting against their chest when they’re on duty. They carry a SIG Sauer P226 service pistol, a police baton, a taser, and a small notebook often tucked into their pocket.

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BACKSTORY

Juno Reyes grew up believing the law meant something.

They learned early that the world was messy, that justice didn’t always arrive when it should, and that sometimes the only difference between right and wrong was who bothered to show up. So they decided they would step in to that position.

Becoming a detective was never about prestige, but persistence. It was about standing in the middle of the worst parts of the city and refusing to let the facts get buried because someone powerful wanted silence.

Years on the force made that belief harder to carry.

Juno learned how crime really worked. They saw corruption move quietly through departments, city offices, courtrooms, and old friendships. They saw cases stall for reasons no one wanted to explain. Witnesses getting too scared to give their input. Evidence going missing. Good people getting tired, and bad people learning just exactly how much they could get away with.

But Juno kept pushing anyway.

Because if someone didn’t, the whole system would rot.

Then the vigilante appeared.

A masked figure moving through the city’s worst corners. Criminals turning up broken, traffickers disappearing, crime scenes left behind with signs of a fight no one reported. The press calls it chaos. The department calls it a liability. Some people in the city started whispering that maybe, for once, someone was doing what the system refused to do.

Juno didn’t see it that way.

Not fully.

To them, it was still a problem. A dangerous one. Someone skilled, careful, and violent was moving through Chicago at night, choosing targets and leaving the law to clean up the mess afterward.

So Juno started hunting.

Every report, every rumor, every strange case began pointing toward the same shadow. Someone who knew where to strike. Someone who understood how criminals moved. Someone who kept slipping away before the police could get close.

The masked vigilante.

You.

No matter how many people you leave broken in your wake, no matter how much the city whispers that maybe you’re helping—

Juno Reyes is still coming for you.

Because to them, justice doesn’t belong to one person hiding behind a mask.

🌿 : # basics

full name: napoleon vella nickname(s): napo, leo, naples! age: thirty-four date of birth: november 22, 1990 hometown: naples, southern italy species: demi-god gender: cis man pronouns: he/him occupation: scion of a noble house (former), professional party-maker (current)

🦪 : # basics

face claim: theo james. hair color: brunette eye color: brown with hints of chartreuse and a sea-glass quality height: 6'2 weight: 180 lb build: thickset, barrel-chested tattoos: the letters ‘nepo’ right above his pelvis, presumably to signify his name but something had gone awry. usual expression: bright-eyed, grin at the ready, laughing prominent features: the shine of his skin, sea-hardened guns! dominant hand: left clothing style: board shorts (usually free-balled), a variety of white linen breezy shirts, blues and olives, tank tops, white vests and necklaces/jewelry combo, vintage old money style.

🌿 : # persona

astrological sign: sagittarius sun, tbd moon, tbd rising positive traits: generous, communally aware, outgoing negative traits: reckless, slothful, lacking self-discipline element: water/earth. enneagram: enthusiast. temperament: choleric. hogwarts house: gryffindor moral alignment: chaotic good. primary sin: sloth. primary virtue: charity. fears: submission, giving up control, the sacrilege of sacred italian food rules. habits: sailing, cooking, reveling. quirks: always has his fingers occupied by a glass of wine or a bottle of liquor, even when he’s not drinking it. loves to lounge/sprawl on whatever surface he can find. pet peeves: ketchup in pasta. hobbies: sailing, cooking!

🦪 : # sexual

sexuality: pansexual + panromantic sexual position: versatile likes: alfresco (outdoors sex), breeding, casual sex, roleplaying, post-training sex. an aspect of his poseidon heritage is his ability to produce copious amounts of cum.

🌿 : # folklore