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lorenzo lombardi. 40. the circle.

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agent-clover‌:

“Well good to know there’s nothing new there.” Odette snorted, rolling her eyes fondly. What she’d been talking about didn’t really matter at the moment- merely minor details from a mission report she’d been asked to convey to him at some point, and frankly she was no one’s secretary. Tucking a lock of loose hair behind her ear she shook her head at her old friend and colleague. How anyone was intimidated by him was beyond her. “What are we going to do with you Agent Cerberus?”

“I’d say fire me for negligence or something like that, but you and I both know it’s not that simple,” Lorenzo noted somewhat darkly, the tinge of humor still evident in his tone regardless of the nature of his quip. Odette was a saint for tolerating him. And something even better for possibly even liking him. “The real question, O, is what can I make you for dinner tonight? Because you’re looking absolutely ravishing today.” 

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samanthawarren‌:

“Please - i’m way cuter, that’s no excuse.” her bottom lip jutted forward in a pout. 

“Hey, hey--” Lorenzo started, holding up a hand in protest of her dramatically dejected expression. “You’re definitely much hotter, but Mercier’s got that sexy Southern Charm thing going on, you know? Hard to resist.” 

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samanthawarren‌:

“How do you have higher clearance than me?” she shook her head. 

Lorenzo snorted. It was a fair question, he supposed, but not one he could answer with any hint of seriousness. “It probably has something to do with the crush Mercier has on me.” 

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“Uhhhm -- Sorry ‘bout that, I just zoned out...super hard.”

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basic information

full name: lorenzo nicolas lombardi nicknames/aliases: enzo, richard fenton age: forty birthday: may 18, 1978 gender/preferred pronouns: cismale, he/him

physical attributes

race/ethnicity: white / italian, armenian, german, austrian, croatian nationality: american height: 6′6″ weight: 107 kg (236 lbs) eye color: brown hair color: black skin color: tanned dominant hand: ambidextrous  anomalies: lorenzo only has this tattoo on his left bicep, from his bid in the navy. he has plenty of little scars and reminders from missions past, but he probably couldn’t name them all. 

lifestyle statistics

home address: 9509 68th ave, forest hills, ny born/raised: miami, florida previously resided: chicago, illinois / pensacola, florida / honolulu, hawaii vehicle: 2015 jeep wrangler allergies: n/a alcohol use: regularly drug use: n/a, unless caffeine counts pets: enzo has a four year old pomsky named “doodles” that he loves more than anything languages spoken: english, spanish, chinese social media: n/a

family background

mother: brittany fable  father: lucas lombardi  siblings: n/a children: n/a spouse: n/a notable family members: william fong (adoptive father), harold crain (adoptive father)

criminal background

misdemeanors: n/a felonies: n/a tickets/other violations: a couple of parking violations because he hates nyc parking

security questions:

favorite location: blue collar miami favorite movie: the a-team (2010) favorite food dish: spaghetti alla puttanesca favorite color: blue, navy mostly favorite song: miami by will smith favorite quote:  “people aren’t either wicked or noble. they’re like chef’s salads, with good things and bad things chopped and mixed together in a vinaigrette of confusion and conflict.” -lemony snicket

character information

mbti: enfj western zodiac: taurus  chinese zodiac: horse hogwarts house: hufflepuff temperment: sanguine enneagram: 2, the helper

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tcvis‌:

tavi rolled his eyes. “in the words of thomas jarsdel of jarsdel consulting: ‘are we just here to drink his booze and eat his food?’” he wasn’t complaining but he felt the need to gripe about something. “not that it isn’t good.”

lorenzo almost rolled his eyes, the sound of the familiar alias followed by a backhanded complaint doing just enough to irritate him for it to sound in his tone when he spoke again. “isaac can save his complaints for the bullpen, orders are orders.” he insisted sternly, but gently, wishing himself that they had more orders to give the agents. “it’s an open bar. all of you alcoholics should be happy.” 

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agent-primrose‌:

Juniper nodded with a small, nervous laugh, mortification immediately making her wish more than ever that she was back at her desk, where no one could see her face. Shoveling another bite of food in her mouth so she didn’t have to look at her very attractive, very intimidating boss. It turned her into a blabbing idiot every time they spoke. The food was good, everything tasted like the hosts had shelled out quite a bit for only the best caterer, which seemed a vaguely interesting thing to note, however when she opened her mouth intending to say that all that came out as a vaguely squeaky “Yeah!” 

The other’s reaction to his idle comment aside, Lorenzo felt bad about letting free a chuckle based on the look of the other alone. She looked so terribly out of place, despite looking like she was trying to fit in, that it was almost comical. Scooting around the table, he moved to sling an arm around the significantly smaller girl’s shoulder, pulling her into his side almost as if he were trying to hide her from the crowd. “Try to relax a little bit, agent. Nerves aren’t going to help you any.”

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samanthawarren‌:

sam waved her hand at the waiter indicating she wasn’t partaking in the plate. “I’m sure.” she shrugged. “don’t want to ruin my lipstick.” she explained tipping her untouched champagne flute in her hand slightly as she held it like an accessory to her attire. 

“of course you don’t,” lorenzo retorted with a grin, eyeing the way the woman rolled the glass in her hand rather than actually drinking from it. she was doing what she needed to in order to blend in, which was good. everyone seemed antsy but considering command didn’t know very much about what was going on either, it was hard to do anything but blend in. “and why would you? it looks so good on you, it’d be a shame to ruin the look.”

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agent-persephone‌:

Roksana straightened from where she’d been leaning against the wall, slowly nursing a martini and she studied the room for threats, muttering things of note to the intelligence agent left behind to pass along. She copied the mannerisms of a bored, apathetic heiress- easy as breathing, given her past, and that the party around them looked like a scene from her sullen teenage years. Even with the seriousness of the mission they’d been given, she was still glad of the fact she was only here for espionage reasons. “Leave it to you to be thinking about the food.” She snorted, hiding a small smile with her glass.

“I’m a growing boy, Roksana,” Lorenzo shot back humorously to the young woman. With Roksana, Enzo played a somewhat odd role in her life--recruiter and mentor, the sole reason she was in the Circle was because he chose to take a chance. And it’d paid off, doubly so. Roksana was a stellar agent--devoted to the cause and not easy to sway from where she chooses to take a stand. “And who knows what I’ll need the energy for later. Proteins, kid...you can never have enough proteins.” 

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ungodlie‌:

“Who would’ve guessed the way to your wallet was through your stomach.” Claire raised her eyebrows and took a long pull of her drink. Vodka on the rocks; low calorie and common amongst the Russian benefactors, she assumed. Her eyes glossed over the aforementioned food. “Nice to see you in daylight, Lombardi. I thought they only let you out for meals and training day.”

“Mmhm, I could say the same about you, miss Graves,” Lorenzo started back with a sly smile, his eyes darting around the wide hall in search of a place he could get a beverage to wash down all the food he’d been picking at--and any sign of Ivan Kunetsov and his associates. It was a risky job--trying to take out the entirety of an organized crime unit in one night--but they had to do it. All that was good and noble was on the line. “You’re always holed up in the basement with your records and gadgets or whatever. But you clean up very nicely.” 

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“Food isn’t that bad,” Lorenzo commented idly between bites of something off an overpriced, over the top charcuterie plate. It wasn’t common for members of the executive command to be in the field, but this particular mission required extra hands for more than one reason. “Maybe I’ll make a campaign contribution after all.”

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( cismale / he/him ) ;; agent [ LORENZO LOMBARDI ] better known as [ AGENT CERBERUS ] is a [ 40 ] year old [ EXECUTIVE COMMANDER ] from [ MIAMI, FLORIDA, USA ]. they’ve been with the circle for [ SIXTEEN YEARS ] and it’s noted on file that they’re often mistaken for [ JOE MANGANIELLO ]. the three songs they use to unwind are [ SHORT CHANGE HERO/THE HEAVY, BARTON HOLLOW/THE CIVIL WARS & STRANGE THINGS/MARLON WILLIAMS ]. if asked, people might associate them with [ DUSTY RUNS IN THE DESSERT, A CHILLING LAUGH THAT HOLDS A LOT OF HEART, TATTERED BLUE JEANS, AND SUMMER ROMANCES ].

“ At times the world may seem an unfriendly and sinister place, but believe that there is much more good in it than bad. All you have to do is look hard enough. and what might seem to be a series of unfortunate events may in fact be the first steps of a journey.” -Lemony Snicket

Yooooooooooooooo! Ella here! This is my dumb puppy boy, Lorenzo. Ill probably post a full bio on him later, but here’s what you need to know for now: 

Lorenzo was born in Miami to a pair of addicts with no need or use for a child in their lives. He was put up for adoption right after he was born, but was adopted almost immediately after by Harold Crain and William Fong, a moderately wealthy couple that owned one of Miami’s most popular downtown nightclubs. 

His childhood was amazing. His dads had the kind of connections that made his life incredibly fruitful. He attended the best schools, was active in the community, and shipped off for the Navy right after graduating high school. His time in school specifically was enlightening. He shaped his personality and who he was through extracurriculars and participation in sports like football, soccer, and boxing. People noted his high school football career especially, and how on the field, he was ruthless and unstoppable, but a ball of sunshine while off it. 

This didn’t change at all during his life. When he went into the Navy, he excelled in boot camp, blew through his deployments, and clocked hundreds of achievements within the military during his six year career. Content with spending the rest of his life in the Navy, Lorenzo was faced with a choice when the Circle recruited him. After much thought, he pursued the job offered to him as an international espionage agent and rose in ranks after his junior training relatively quickly. 

Sixteen years and hundreds of missions later, and he’s on the executive command now. 

The Circle is his life and he’d do anything to protect it. 

Please please PLEASE plot with me!!!