Mafia

Isn't he a cutie~? :3



Name: Macrucio
Alias: Marc
Occupation: healer
Powers: No powers but, as of test results, an unlimited intelligence to the realm of healing and a few defensive magic spells
History:Marc has many pasts. He first lived in the time of the Plague. He's soul has been regenerated into a new body each time he dies. His intelligence is above average but he still attends a school in order to give a normal appearance. He sometimes forgets that not every human lived in the many centuries he did and speaks in different tongues of Old English. He was able to learn a few simple spells and...

As the shade of night deepened, the lights of the city sparked, setting it a light once more. Shadows were cast, and with it, the shelter for the nocturnal creatures who prowled their way through the city only when their pray was least expecting. It was cowardly, though clever in an over-used sense.
These creatures, with their metal weapons and gruesome natures, had to be handled to keep them from over-powering the innocents. There were people to do that, and the boy who now perched on the ledge was one of them. But he had done his duty for the time being, and Titanium was ready to fall into...

"Damn it!" I said, "Stupid computer, it so slow." I shut the purple laptop closed, harshly, and put my head in my hands. I was sitting in my shabby apartment in Gotham, trying to locate that one insane villain I’ve been chasing for years, the Joker. I looked for reports and sightings, but he hasn't been seen in days ever since his last crime.
"Rene, calm down," my boyfriend Kent said,” he'll mostrar up eventually."
"Whatever," I dicho as I shot him a dirty look and ran into my room. I laid on the bed, head facing the ceiling. What if I can't find him, I thought, what if this is just a waste...