Antoine a regardé Howard entrer, et a augmenté son profil et s'est avancé toujours si légèrement pour se rendre plus facile à voir, puisqu'elle était assez à l'aise avec Howard. Elle se leva et s'assit près de lui, regardant ses déclarations sur les nouveaux. Après un moment, elle a dit dans sa voix habituelle, douce : « Ils sont toujours avec Imran. D'après ce que je peux dire, ce sont juste plus de grognements de SF." Elle étira légèrement les bras et permit à un bâilleur doux de s'échapper, si apparemment innocent mais si en contradiction avec le pistolet que l'on pouvait voir coller de sa botte.
Elle a aussi dit en rigolant : "Tu as l'air vraiment floue, Howard, presque comme un ours." Pour manifester, et s'amuser un peu à ses frais, elle se leva et marcha. Elle l'a pris dans ses bras et a ri en disant : "Comme mon ours en peluche comme une petite fille." Elle l'a ensuite relâché et s'est repliée, ajoutant : « Bien, ton ours bien plus mortel qu'un ours en peluche, Mon Ami. » Avec cela, elle s'est assise et a commenté "Est-ce que vous pensez que le nouveau sang sera capable de se fondre avec nous? Ce n'est pas souvent que quelqu'un prend vraiment bien à Scimitar."
Name: Domenico Tornatore
Age: 32
Apperance: Standing about 6 foot 9 inches, with short spiky hair, even without jelling it up. The typical Italian dark hair with olive skin and outstanding good looks and complexion if the man wanted too he could make Fabio's records look like old archive footage. What sets him apart though is his large, thick and powerful musculature. The man is built like a brick outhouse. Powerful hands, thick muscled arms, strong core and worked out legs. He's got hair almost everywhere, and doesn't try to hide it. His casual clothes tend to be business suits, three buttons atleast and fedoras, when on business outside of certain things. Or wive beater muscle shirts and knee length shorts and combat boots otherwise. He's the kinda guy you might expect working as some kind of mafia enforcer. Obviously he's not meant to be messed with even if he looks slightly like a pretty boy most of the time.
Callsign: Don
Skills:
Did you think that would stop me?: It takes alot to stop this guy once he gets going. Explosions don't phase him, bullets don't slow him. Nothing short of an armored car will slow him, and even then you'd better hope it knocks him over,or he's just going to get moving again.
Intimidation: Well know in some circles as being incredibly intimidating. Just the way he holds himself, the way he moves and the way he speaks. Can scare the hell out of people that are riding in tanks.
Quick Draw: Be it an AKM or a RPG7, he's learned to and practiced to an art form, the ability to quickly unholster, take off safety and get into firing position nearly any weapon. Ranked as one of the top 15 people in the world when it comes to quick drawing.
You said no rules...: And he sticks to that. He doesn't follow the normal rules of combat. When a normal fighter would search for cover, he charges in. When a normal situation calls for a frontal attack he finds an alternate way in. And it works out wonderfully when he suddenly takes out a wall to get at his targets too.
I know a guy...who knows a guy.: Always seems to know someone, or know someone who knows someone no matter where he goes. He's got connections out the wazoo, and is never afraid to use them.
History: People say the Mafia, La Costra Nostra is non-existent. That the so called Mafia now-a-days is nothing compared to the Black Hand from years ago. That's where they'd be wrong. In the rustic areas of Italy, and in the true back alleys of the West, there are real Mafioso that stil ply the trade like it is supposed to be plyed. And that's where Domenico grew up. He fell in with the Mafia crowd when he was a child. Running errands for Italian mafia men, and getting paid in money and favors. He stopped going to school at 14 because he knew how to read, write and figure. And he was making more money in the Mafia then he would have ever made elsewhere.
As time passed he slipped deeper and deeper into the Black Hand and the Mafia. He moved up from errands to theft, from theft to security jobs, from security jobs to murder. And he honned his skills with guns, blades and his fists along the way. By 22, if one of the Mafia wanted a hit, and the hit needed to mean something, they called on Domenico. He'd go in there with a bullet proof jacket on under a suit. A briefcase hiding an SMG or carbine, and make a clear statement about not to fuck with the family.
It was his biggest assignment though that got him noticed.
He was contracted by The Commission to hit a bank that was being used by a group of honest cops to hold information on the dealings of the Mafia. Seven men were chosen from the Mafia's stable of killers and hitmen. Only one would come out. The other six brought pistols and shotguns to the party. Domenico showed up in a heavy armored suit, with a borrowed AEK-999 GMPG. The other six men laughed at him for showing up in such a get up. When they walked into the bank first, and tried to hold the place up, they were set upon by a small but heavily armed group of Italian militaryyyy, the six who came in suits, and with light arms were massacred to a man almost. Only one man managed to crawl his way out, to where Domenico was making his way inside. He stepped passed the last hitman as he died. Then made his way inside. The military never stood a chance. Dom and his machine gun burned them all down. Sticks of Semtex made short work of the vault door, and several firebombs torched the evidence within.
Domenico walked out of the bank, and with sheer presense intimidated the police who had arrived. Police reports from that day were very vague, and failed to mention the monster of a man in armor with a machine gun.
A Scimitar recruiter tracked down Domenico down a few days later. Getting shaken down quite a few times before doing so. He found Dom in a restaurant owned by the Mafia. And spent several hours trying to sway Dom into joining Scimitar, trying things like money, and prestige and the likes. Which didn't work on the big man. Finally Dom agreed to atleast take a look, when the recruiter added he could get more contacts for the man, which would lead to Dom moving up in the underworld of the Mafia.
Personality: Honey voiced, cool, calm, collected and polite. You don't need to be loud and obnoxious when there are other ways to get what you want. When a person can look at you and know instantly what the potential outcome might be, you don't want to piss that guy off.
Suit: 
Weapons: Harness supported M242 Bushmaster auto-cannon. Belt fed from back mounted carrier pack. Is mounted on the back when not in use, with piston assisted draw mechanism. Saiga-12 automatic shotgun with 30 round drum, loaded with slug rounds, and equipped with a tri-beam green laser aiming device. Also carries a steel baseball bat, reinforced with a lead core, and reinforced handle for work up close and personal.
Equipment: Suit comes with a Light Cannon, or high power, high strength flashlight, with enough candle power to blind if looked at for more then 5 minutes. Nine banger flash grenades, Ten 3 bang cluster grenades (1 canister, 3 explosions)
Hobbies: If not on a mission with Scimitar, he can be found in the Old Country, doing jobs for the Dons. Or making sure all his protection rackets are still in on the plan, and if they aren't he's making sure they stay with the plan. Otherwise he can be found tending to his olive and grape vines in his private villa in the Lazio area.