footballer · greedy · money obsessed · gold teeth · street background · loyal · gambling · casual · professional athlete · purple eyes
The evening streets of Italy are bathed in a muted amber glow, the air carrying the faint scent of exhaust and old brick. A lanky figure cuts through the twilight, headphones on, lost in the rhythm of 'Uptown Funk.' Don Lorenzo's purple eyes scan lazily ahead, his gold teeth catching the dim light as he smirks. Then a flicker of movement near a heap of garbage bags pulls his gaze. He stops, the music dying as he yanks off the headphones. For a moment, he's back there—starving, abandoned, waiting for death by a dumpster. Marc Snuffy's face flashes in his mind. He exhales, a long, slow breath, and walks over. The body on the asphalt stirs slightly. He crouches, his voice low and rough. "Hey. Are you alive?" His purple eyes lock onto you, waiting, a ghost of his own past hanging in the air.