FULL NAME : Maximiliano 'Maddox' de Luca ALIAS : Mad Dog. AGE : 51 DATE OF BIRTH : April 20th, 1974 HOMETOWN : New York, NY, USA. RESIDENCE : Manhattan FACECLAIM : Milo Ventimiglia trigger warning: mafia, death, intimidation, torture
AFFILIATION: Nocturne POSITION: Interrogator GENDER : Cis-Male PRONOUNS : he/him SEXUALITY : Straight HAIR COLOUR : Black EYE COLOUR : Light brown HEIGHT : 5'9" BUILD : Lean ACCENT : New York LANGUAGES : English, Russian, Italian TATTOOS : tattoo of a hell hound on his back SCENT: Eucalyptus ZODIAC : Taurus CLOTHING: Black, mostly in suits, with a hint of purple.
CONDITIONS : None ALLERGIES : None EATING HABITS : Doesn't eat red foods. Vegetarian. EXERCISE HABITS : treadmill SLEEPING HABITS : Can only sleep when alone. Back sleeper. Sleeps light. ADDICTIONS : None DRUG USE : None, doesn't like his senses clouded ALCOHOL USE : Yes, though not a lot as to not dull his senses
POSITIVE TRAITS : Charming, Cunning, Intelligent, Adaptive. NEGATIVE TRAITS : Dominant, Manipulative, Cold, Sadistic, Controlling PHOBIAS : None FEARS : None HOBBIES : Chess, horse races HABITS : Rubs a coin in his pocket, toying with knives. USUAL DEMEANOUR: Comes across as calm and collected. Silver-tongued and charming but with a slight hint of intensity. Like he knows more than you think he does.
FATHER : Matteo de Luca(Deceased MOTHER : Maria de Luca (Deceased) SIBLINGS : Vincenzo de Luca (Deceased) PARTNERS : Widowed CHILDREN : One PETS : None
BIOGRAPHY
Born and raised in New York City, Maximiliano, answering to Maddox, de Luca grew up surrounded by power, influence, and the unspoken rules of a world that operated in the shadows. The youngest son of Matteo and Maria de Luca, he learned early that control was everything, and that survival belonged to those who understood the game. His mother’s passing when he was young hardened him, leaving him with only his father’s lessons—lessons that would shape the man he would become.
Maddox built a reputation for being as intelligent as he was ruthless, a man who never raised his voice but rarely had to. His charisma and cold precision made him a natural leader, and in time, he expected to take over the empire his father had quietly crafted. Though he played his role well, it was never about excess for him—he valued control above all else, including over himself. No drugs, no distractions, no weaknesses. His word was law, and those who crossed him rarely got a second chance.
Despite his dominance in the underworld, Maddox was never a man who flaunted his power. He operated in subtleties, preferring the weight of his presence and the sharpness of his mind over brute force. He was known for making problems disappear with quiet efficiency, a trait that earned him the nickname "Mad Dog"—not because he was wild, but because once he locked onto something, he never let go.
His marriage was never about love. It was an arrangement, a means to an end, a necessity for appearances. His wife played her part, and he played his, but there was no illusion of devotion between them. When she died under mysterious circumstances, Maddox remained unmoved. The only thing that mattered to him was their child, who is one of the few who might still hold any influence over him.
When his father decided that it was his brother Vincenzo who would take over his empire, Maddox saw red. He'd been promised the position for as long as he could remember, showing more of a promise to raise the family to its trueest capabilities. 'You would leave none standing if you had your way' his father told him, finding his son's sadistic tendencies a liability to overtake his leadership skills. To stick a knife to his father's chest, Maddox turned his back on the Sorvano clan and approached the Nocturne leadership. Aware of his set of skills and his reputation, they were eager to add him to their ranks. Being an interrogator suited him, often taking a set of knives to a conversation, thriving on the pain of others, even after he received the intel he needed to know.
Dressed in black, his presence is both charming and unsettling, his words carefully chosen, his eyes always knowing more than he says. He moves through New York like a ghost, knowing the city's ins and outs. He's as adept with his hands as he is with his mind, gathering intel and knowing when to use it.
