This is THIRTY-FOUR year old SANTINO LORENZO ‘SONNY’ COLASURDO, JR., a FUNERAL DIRECTOR AT FACCONE FUNERALS & CREMATIONS who uses HE / HIM pronouns. He grew up in NEW YORK, NEW YORK but came to Pleasance in APRIL 2012 TO SAVE HIS UNCLE’S BUSINESS and now enjoys spending his time at VINNY’S.
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TW: Death; Funeral Mentions; Drowning
I. BASICS
name: santino “sonny” colasurdo, jr. age: 34 birthday: july 6, 1987 gender: cis male pronouns: he/him occupation: funeral director religion: roman catholic sexual orientation: bisexual
II. STATS
height: 5′11″ eyes: blue hair: brown mbti: enfp alignment: chaotic good affiliation: none
III. BACKGROUND
Sonny was born and raised in Brooklyn, New York. His father, for whom he was named, ran a relatively successful plumbing business in the city. His mother, a musician and singer, had roots in Pleasance before moving to the Northeast as a young woman.
On the whole, his childhood itself was pleasantly ordinary, perhaps even above average. There were church visits on Sundays, family dinners, and holiday parties. The apartment in which they lived was old, creaky, but warm. But near the building’s top floor, it allowed the opportunity to covertly flick bits of paper at passersby below.
In school too, Sonny was something of a troublemaker. Loudmouthed but too physically slight to bully, he and his pals spent their times on petty vandalism and class clownery. He, at fourteen, became something of a legend for two weeks after convincing a tourist to buy him a pack of cigarettes.
After graduating, Sonny attended community college and completed a two-year program in Business. Following a handful of odd jobs, he began working for his father (and grew increasingly distasteful of the old man, who had apparently always had girlfriends). At his mother’s behest, though, Sonny eventually moved to Ohio to help pull his uncle’s business, Faccone Funerals & Cremations, out of a growing financial hole.
For a few years, Sonny merely oversaw the place’s economic operations, taking on advertising, ordering, and payroll, until, as the situation became more permanent, he spent two more years pursuing a mortuary science degree. Today, he’s a licensed mortician and oversees most public-facing duties, sharing some of the body preparation with employees like @wispykatsopolis. His aging uncle has all but completely retired.
The funeral home itself is an old building, foreboding in its own way. It’s been operational for long enough to have hosted the victims of the 1984 Southwood Forest killings. These events hang over Sonny’s uncle like a cloud, and the younger man tends not to press on them. Uncle Nick seems also distrustful of the Institute, but Sonny regards it as what it is, a nondescript gray building not unlike so many other nondescript gray buildings.
On Halloween 2020, Sonny encountered the ghost of Edith Alby on the shores of Northwood Lake. When she physically embraced him, some entangling of their souls occurred, allowing the spirit to seemingly latch onto Sonny’s psyche for many weeks.
He saw her in mirrors, down hallways, and in the spreading crack on his bedroom ceiling when he lay awake at night, kept alert by a numbing sort of sorrowful lovesickness. He began putting more stock in good luck charms and talismans meant to keep evil at bay, primarily a cornicello necklace which he now wears in addition to a crucifix.
In December of that year, Sonny returned to the lake, nearly drowning after walking into the water, mesmerized by visions of his own past. The startling terror of this incident at least broke his bond to the phantom bride.
Sonny later reconnected with his old friend @rhyslovespopcorn in an effort to warn him about the ghost’s darker nature. The two of them have not yet answered the question of how to solve s problem like Edith.
