Diego Liberatore (Antonnio Leoni)

[Diego Liberatore]

Settle down, it’ll all be clear

Full name: Diego Liberatore
Nickname:

-Degi (to his little sisters, pronounced Deg-ee
-Tony (alias)

Alias: Antonnio Leoni
Gender: Male
Age/Birthday: 23 years, March 15
Celebrity Claim: Martin Saints

If you get lost you can always be found

Time Period: Renaissance
Appearance: Standing at an even 6 feet, Diego is relatively tall compared to most. Working in the smithy and competing in fight circles gives him a muscular build and keeps him strong, even when he's not training with the Assassins. When working in the shop he wears a sleeveless black tunic that keeps away from the furnace and a pair of leggings. Otherwise he favors a royal blue Assassin's robe and armor.
Height: 6' 0''
Distinguishing Features: The bear is the mark of his family. He has a paw print tattooed on his chest, over his heart. It identifies him when he reports back to the Templars.

Just know you’re not alone

Personality: Despite his alliances, Diego is not such a bad guy. Like other people, he has a family whom he loves. He is most protective of his young sisters. It is for them that he does what he does. He needs to keep them safe.

Diego -or Tony, rather - can fit in almost anywhere. It is this quality that allows him to blend so well with the assassins. He has an addictive personality, he almost always knows the right thing to say to anybody. At parties, he can be the life of the moment or simply sit back and observe. He just wants to make everybody happy.

Fears:

• Being discovered
  
• His family being hunted down by the Assassins
  
• Disappointing his sisters or falling short of anything but a hero in their eyes

Goals:

• To do his job and protect his Order
  
• To keep his family safe
  
• To remain undercover and avoid detection

Likes:

• Gambling
  
• Fight circles
  
• Crafting things (weapons and other useful things)
  
• Drawing
  
• Company

Dislikes:

• The war between Assassins and Templars
  
• Killing/death/pain/lack of humanity
  
• Being a spy, but does it out of duty to protect his Order
  
• Himself

Strengths:

• Metal and leather work
  
• Fighting
  
• Providing information to the Templars
  
• Good memory
  

Weaknesses:

• Gambling and taking risks
  
• His family
  
• Unable to pass up a challenge, no matter how stupid
  
• Becoming friends with his enemies
  
• If a woman is crying, he'll believe anything she says

Talents:

• Fist fighting
  
• Drawing
  
• Bilingual (Italian and Spanish)

Habits/Quirks:

• Becomes oblivious to everything else when drawing
  
• Likes to gamble a bit, but it gets worse if he's had too much to drink. He's a risk-taker.
  
• Has a tendency to be a bit over-aggressive when something sets him off

Occupation: Blacksmith, Templar spy (mole in the Assassin Order)
Alliance: Templar

Cause I’m gonna make this place your home.

History: All his life, Diego has trained to spy on the assassins. He has known since he was very little that one day he would infiltrate the order, and become the eyes and ears where no one else could see or hear. It was a position, a responsibility, of honor. He learned to talk like them, walk like them, with their little phrases and rituals. He knew he would have to kill some of his own if he was to gain their trust, but the others knew it too, and understood. They would watch for him and flee, but if they were caught, bonds could not be exposed in front of the assassins. And yet, nothing could have prepared him for the day he had to leave.

"DEGI!!!" His sisters ran to him, sobbing. One clung to his leg, and the other threw her arms around his waist and buried her face into his shirt.

The eighteen year old knelt down to look them in the eyes, and put a hand beneath each of their chins. "Don't cry." he pleaded. He hugged each of them tightly. Then he was serious, "If you ever see me again you must pretend not to know me. Understood?" But of course, he doubted their young self-control. He knew his parents would teach them properly, in time. "Listen to Mama and Papa. Do whatever they tell you."

"But when will we see you again?" asked the eldest. "Who will protect us?"

"Someday." said Diego as he stood up again. He couldn't bare to be at eye level with them anymore, watching them cry. "And Papa will protect you." And so will I.

"Papa isn't a good lion." said the youngest, who had resumed hugging his leg.

Diego laughed quietly and a lump came to his throat. "Rrrrroar!" he put his hands up and pretended to have claws. A small smile came over his lips as his sisters ran away, but a tear slid down his cheek. He pushed it away.

"Son." A hand that had once been so large grasped his shoulder. Now it looked just like his. "You'll do fine. Remember your training."

He grabbed his father's shoulder in response. "I will, Padre. Take care of Mama."

His mother put his hands on his face. Her eyes shown with tears she could not blink away. "Mi corazón." she whispered. My heart. "Be strong. You are a Liberatore. So liberate."

"Mama..." was all he could say. He kissed her cheek and pulled away from his parents. He mounted his horse. "You must hide. Remember the place." he said, and then rode away to join his most hated enemies.

"May the Father of Understanding guide you!" his father called after him.

----------------------------- Five Years Later -----------------------------

"Tony!" One of his 'brethren' slapped him on the back. "Go look at the list. It's just been posted."

Sure enough, a small crowd of his comrades had gathered around a table in the den. Diego walked up to it and squeezed into the crowd. He looked at the document.

Abelino Angelo - Firenze
Alessandro Fiorentino - Flori
Carmino Li Fonti - Flori
Mariano Lucchesi - Venezia
Merigo Milanesi - Florence
Savino Pisano - Roma
Enrico Siciliani - Tuscany
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The Liberatore Family - Location Unknown

His heart skipped a beat. Diego stopped breathing. Suddenly, he was alone. There was no more sound. There were no more people. There was no more anything. He thought of his sisters, and his father and his mother. The last time he saw them played over and over in his head. He left the den and went to the stables. He mounted his horse and rode out to meet his contact. He had to warn them.

Mother: Esmeralda Liberatore (Spanish)
Father: Faustus Liberatore (Italian)
Siblings: Two little sisters, Violetta (age 12) and Sabrina (age 9)
Significant other: N/A
Pets: N/A
Home: Antico District, Rome, Italy

Behind the Scenes

Name/Alias: Lyndsey, but I'll respond to any of my character names
How long have you been in RP?: 6 years
How did you find Cutting Corners?: I made it

Music credit -- Phillip Phillips - Home