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Name: Pope Innocent XIV (Enrico Maxwell)
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Physical appearance:-1.95 meters tall
-75 kg weight
Tall and lithe, Enrico is certainly not what one would call a stout man. Yet he still manages to avoid appearing as if he would blow over in a strong wind. Perhaps through force of personality, he makes his slender figure imposing, and his long pointed features intimidating. His fingers are lithe and uncalloused, a pianist's hands. There is a hint of muscle to his limbs, but it is clear Enrico is not a fighting man. Few scars mark his pale skin, and no tattoo adorns it. His body is perfect, clean, immaculate.
Above his hawkish nose sets a pair of exotic violet eyes, shining with mirth at some hidden joke that only he knows. His chin is narrow and pointed, fitting his equine face rather well. Long silver hair is tied back at the base of his neck, allowing his voluminous locks to fall freely down his back. Few know if the man aged prematurely or if the silvered hair is due to some natural quirk in a gene. He smiles often, revealing a set of perfect white teeth between his narrow lips.
Appearance:
Clothing of choice:Enrico is now Pope Innocent XIV, and this rise in position has demanded a change in clothes. Gone are the black clerical pants and vest. Instead, a white cassock adorns his body, and a wide sash cinches at his waist, the ends trailing down his leg to end just below the knee. The papal crest is embroidered near the bottom of the garment. The cassock is secured by golden buttons, also bearing the papal crest. A sort, cape-shaped garment covers the new Pope's shoulders, reaching to the elbows; it is known as a Mozzetta. Lying across the front of this garment is a pectoral cross, hanging from a chain about his neck. It is gold (of course) and is nearly six inches in length.
Arrayed on the third finger of Enrico's right hand is the Ring of the Fisherman, and is often kissed by followers of the faith as a sign of respect. It bears the papal seal, an image of St. Peter casting a net into the sea with 'Innocent XIV Pont Max' inscribed around it. Under the white cassock, Enrico wears a pair of white trousers and black boots, scorning the tradition of red leather shoes.
Papal regalia:
Though Enrico enjoys flaunting his new power and the clothing that goes with it, he still occasionally will relax in his white clerical shirt, purple vest, and black slacks:
Weaponry of choice:Enrico does very little fighting, preferring to keep his hands clean and his heart pumping. Words are his primary weapon and when they fail, he will generally turn to Father Alexander Anderson. However, there are times when even these two lines of defenses are not enough. The thought of being utterly defenseless is terrifying to Enrico, so he carries a Smith and Wesson Model 1911 pistol which chambers the .45 ACP round, coated in silver, of course. It may seem a little strange that a man raised Italian would value so dearly an American made weapon, but there is something about cowboys that intrigues Enrico, and all Americans are cowboys, no?
Enrico also carries a knife, more for practicality's sake than to protect himself. He is well aware that if the time comes where he is defending himself with a small bit of sharpened metal, he is already good as dead, a thought he tries to dwell on very little. He keeps the small four inch silver-lined blade tucked inside his sash, hidden from view.
Finally, Enrico has taken to carrying a crosier, the long crucifix-topped staff of Papal authority. While this is not a weapon per se, one could imagine it being used to cudgel a heretic to a righteous and merciful death. Again, the staff is plated in silver for obvious reasons.
Race: Human
Abilities:Enrico's abilities lie purely in his mental state. He's exceedingly smart; quite possibly too smart for his own good. He's quite capable of anticipating others' actions, and strategically using that to his advantage. He knows how to manipulate nearly any person, easily picking out that which is their deepest desire and twisting it to suit his own desires.
His other greatest strength, though some may not consider it an ability, is his absolute control of the Vatican. It is not unreasonable to say the Pope is the most powerful man in the world, and, while the actual special forces of the Vatican are not small in number, the real power of the Vatican comes in the millions of faithful that heed every word that emanates from that holy place.
Organization:The Roman Catholic Church
Vatican Section XIII--Iscariot
Personality:Enrico is nothing if not vain. He has a Napoleon complex like few in history ever have. The most dangerous thing about this is the fact that his personal whims and desires may be carried out by thousands upon thousands of rabidly devoted followers, believing that what they do are for the greater glory of God. There is no greater power in the world, and Enrico revels in it.
The young Pope's vanity is made dangerous by his keen analytical mind. Carefully assessing and strategically gifted, it is very likely Enrico would have made a formidable general, if he had chosen such a lifestyle. Such would never be the case, however, for Enrico loves, not only the power he harnesses as the God-head of the Church, but the luxurious lifestyle as well.
Well aware of his insurmountable power, Enrico has no qualms about speaking cuttingly to even his most precarious of allies and he mocks his closest friends. His greatest hatred comes in the form of the Protestant church, and it is one of the few things he will leave his luxurious lifestyle and go to war over. In truth, he cares very little about the reason for the existence of Section XIII. He uses it simply as a cover in his holy quest to rid the world of true 'evil', that is, those who follow the precepts of Luther.
Rank:Pope, Bishop of Rome, Vicar of Jesus Christ, Successor of the Prince of the Apostles, Supreme Pontiff of the Universal church, Patriarch of the West, Dominus Apostolicus, Primate of Italy, Archbishop and Metropolitan of the Roman Province, Sovereign of the State of Vatican City, Servant of the Servants of God
Also, Director of Vatican Section XIII
Biography:Enrico was born a bastard son of a successful Italian businessman. His mother was an expensive, and if the stories are to be believed, extremely skilled whore. A most unwelcome surprise to the working woman, she left the baby boy squalling and wrapped in an old stained sheet on the steps of one of the many Catholic churches in Rome. The little child was taken to Anderson's orphanage inside Vatican City walls and spent all his childhood in the care of the Scottish priest and his associates.
Even in what could be considered one of the safest and best managed orphanages, little Enrico managed to have a difficult childhood. Often teased about his sire and...questionable mother, Enrico would lash out in violence. Even when he was not being abused by his fellow classmates, he found a way to make trouble. Enrico wanted to be the best and to achieve such great things that he would rise about his tarnished name. But his methods were less than honest and provided excellent results.
This terrible lesson taught Enrico that the best way to achieve his ends was by manipulating, cajoling and outright blackmailing. He became Father Anderson's most successful orphan, and also the most disappointing. Enrico became a priest at an unusually young age, then quickly advanced through the ranks, earning the title of Archbishop shortly after assuming control of the Vatican's Section XIII.
It seemed Enrico had reached the highest rank achievable in the Church, but the untimely, and ultimately suspicious, death of the Pope created a vacancy for the role of 'most powerful man in the world'. The young Archbishop quickly called in favors and used his skill in politics and blackmail to pull the vote his way. Elected as the Holy Father of the Roman Catholic Church, Enrico has used his new found power to repeal the reforms of Vatican II and cast the Church back hundreds of year to a period before ecumenism was considered. Somehow, he is still loved by the millions of his faith, and this broad support encourages him to continue his reform. The common Protestant is now the ultimate enemy, to be exterminated even before those undead that Section XIII was created to destroy.
RP sample:He could hear the cheers from inside the small, candle-lit room. So they had sent up the plume of smoke through the chimney, white to signal the election of a new
Papa. And the people cheered. Thousands in the courtyard of St. Peter's Basilica, millions around the world, all waited to see who would emerge on the great balcony to deliver the Apolstolic Blessing. Oh how shocked they would be when he, a man not yet entered into his third decade, stepped into the light. They would hush, then erupt in cheers of
'Habemus Papam!'It would hardly be more surprising if a woman suddenly appeared in his place. By the last Cardinal vote, Enrico had those idiotic old men by the nose. He could have led them to the edge of the abyss, and if he had commanded they jump, they gladly would have thrown themselves from that cliff. That last vote had not simply been carried by the required majority. It had been unanimous. No one knew the last time a unanimous vote had been cast; the ballots were always burned to produce the colored smoke that emanates from the chimney, but it was a fair bet it had been a very, very long time.
Enrico's ruminations were cut short as one of the Cardinals enters the small room where he was being fit with his first Pontifical clericals. As the man bows, the corner of Enrico's lip turns up. Here was a man who had openly denounced him in the Sistine Chapel as being a man of material and not of God. But now he cowered like a whipped dog.
"Yes, Cardinal Estevez?"The man straightened, smoothing out his crimson vestments while unsuccessfully trying to repress an expression of distaste.
"Your Holiness, when I announce you to the crowds, I must tell them your name..." He frowned, a comical expression on such a wrinkled old face.
"What have you chosen?"A slow, dark smile spread across Enrico's narrow features.
"Innocent. Innocent the fourteenth." His eye twitches slightly in glee while he watched for the good Cardinal's reaction. For his part, Estevez recovers from his expression of disbelief with admirable speed, bowing his head reverently.
"A most fitting choice, Holiness. A most fitting choice indeed."_____________________________________________________________
"Haha! You're just some stupid bastard! A son of a mistress! Go back to your sandbox and leave us alone, bastard." The boy's black eyes gleamed with mirth as he shoved little Enrico backward.
The small boy stumbled, tripped, and fell into a muddy puddle directly behind him, instantly soaking him through with freezing water. He glared furiously at the older boy as he scrambled to his feet, yelling in his prepubescent voice.
"So what if I'm a bastard?! At least my parents didn't kick me out because they were too poor to feed me!" He shoved the bigger boy in the stomach, as he couldn't quite reach his shoulders, and bares his teeth menacingly.
Without pause, the boy throws out a fist, catching Enrico in the eye. Again, he falls to the ground, but is unable to stand up at the boy crouches down over him, grabbing him by the shirt and pulling him a few inches off the ground.
"You are nobody," the boy hissed, his eyes wild with fury.
"You have no family name, you have no patronage, and you will never go anywhere in your sad pathetic life!" Chuckling, the boy shoved Enrico back down, then stands, accepting the congratulations from his friends for putting the presumptuous little bastard in his place. Giving one last smirk to Enrico, he turns and begins to walk away.
But little Enrico wasn't done yet. Nobody spat in his face and got away with it. And he wasn't going to be a nobody! He wasn't! He would be the most important man in the world one day, and then they would all bow down to him! Using these thoughts to power his anger, Enrico hops to his feet and lunges at the bully, catching him behind the thighs and causing them both to tumble in the mud. Punches flew, feet kicked, grunts escaped both boys lips as they attacked one another with a vicious fury.
A shadow descends over the pair as they roll in the mud, causing the bites and punches to slow as one, then the other realize there's something hovering above them. Rubbing mud from his eyes, Enrico looks up, and up, and up.
"What's this, lads? Rollin' in th' mud is nae way to solve a problem." Enrico abruptly looks away from his reflection in those perfectly round glasses. This was the third time this week Father Anderson had come across him in a tussle with a classmate. And if nothing else, Enrico had learned that the tall priest cared not a bit if it was over him being called a bastard.