(GLENN POWELL, CISMALE, HE/HIM)Β Oh, is thatΒ LORENZO βENZOβ COPPOLA?Β I heard theΒ THIRTY-SIXΒ year old isΒ FOCUSED.Β But donβt let that pretty face fool you, they are also VENGEFUL.Β Makes sense seeing how they are a CON ARTIST in theΒ CRIMSONSΒ gang.Β (mel, 24, any, est)
TRIGGER WARNING: parental death, infedelity
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name: lorenzo emiliano coppola nicknames/alias: enzo ( likely used by the crimsons only / close friends )
faceclaim: glen powell
age: thirty-six gender: cismale sexuality: bisexual date/place of birth: september 10th / staten island, nyc currently: brooklyn, nyc occupation: professional rich idiot / conman
positive traits: focused, charming, self-assured negative traits: vengeful, aggressive, cocky astrological sign: virgo archetype: the lothario
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september 10th, 1988
your mother couldn't have planned it better herself. victor and evangeline coppola were well respected not just amongst new york city, but the general public. money will definitely do that for people, earn their devotion. and you, much to their delight, were the perfect son. with deep roots in the society -- the grip growing tighter by generation, you knew what was in the cards for you. leadership. power. all of this became clear to you even before you could form your own desires, your own dreams.
life begins to shift as you reach your teens. see the world a bit more, or as much as you can from behind the scope of wealth. your peripheral has become so much bigger. by day, you went to the kind of private school that would bankrupt the average american citizen in one year. by night, you begin to avoid any conversation with your parents that you deem unnecessary. you genuinely wanted to receive high marks, but your education was a potential out. that is, until your father passes shortly before you turn seventeen. you're the man of the house now. you wonder how your mother was able to talk such traditional values into you. but then again, maybe your youth was simply a casualty to her. another body in her wake.
september 10th, 2006
the day you turn eighteen -- the time you finally step up to the plate to carry on your father's legacy, the one you knew you never truly wanted. you were just too weak to take the leap. thus, you keep your head down. listen closely, develop thicker skin. while your mother's pride once seemed worth it, you move out, become your own man. suddenly, the lines begin to blur. suddenly, you feel sullen. but, you continue to move up. establish yourself here. suddenly, you become numb to your own emotions, what you want. as strong as you once were in your convictions, that died along with your father.
you become a heist operative by the age of twenty-two -- something that was nearly unheard of. being so young, one would expect you to be impulsive. lack a sense of respect for authority. when in reality, you were conditioned to be anything but.
that is, until her.
2020
you've always known of derin sahin -- that she's betrothed in a manner that feels like you're living in some kind of period piece. yearning will have to be good enough for you. it's better than deserting your duty, isn't it? that is, until you notice that when you lean closer, she doesn't pull away. you no longer have the control to allow yourself to let go, fall head over heels in love to the point where it nauseates you even thinking about it. you simply just do. being without her feels like your lungs are slowly being drained of air, but then you remember she can never be yours, and that reality is just as painful. perhaps, in some way, maybe even more so. even still, none of that matters when you're alone.
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you don't leave the society behind with your head in your hands. in reality, your head has never been higher.
eighteen year old you may have been terrified to be considered the shame of your family -- dead to your mother, the only living family you have left. but strangely, you felt absolutely nothing. nothing but an earth-shattering emptiness. while you initially feel free leaving the society behind, you feel like a sitting duck with every passing day. of course, thatβs where miray aslan comes in. besides being no stranger to thievery, youβve always been blessed with a trusting face and a tongue made from spun silver. she saw your potential when you believed that no one else truly did.
family does not come in the form of people who push you into their life, what they believed you were made for. family is comprised of people who wish for you to thrive.
you get word that derin has left the country with her husband. while your heart yearns for her, screams out for her when you believe the night has transitioned from young to hold β you canβt help but think to yourself, good. maybe, just maybe, this will be easier on you both.
you havenβt been proven right. at least, not yet.
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as put together as his sense of style is, every look comes with a certain amount of edge. suits may have one thing out of place, hair may be slightly messier.
has never stopped loving derin, and believes he never will. therefore, he finds himself busying himself with very hot distractions. non-committal as one can get, and heβs fine with that.
MORE TO COME.
