Carlo Salvatore was a man of contradictions, a monster whom many mistook for a saint, a killer. Standing at 6'4", he carried himself like the beast he was. His skin was a drawing board of violence, marked by knife scars from knife fights and gunshot wounds. A black spiderweb tattoo crawled up the left side of his neck, with which an inscription of a faded barcode LF-117, was covered. The barcode and the spiderweb tattoo were the only remnants of a past he’d burned to the ground.
His eyes told a heavy real story. One was milky white and blinded, blinded in a long-forgotten knife fight. He never hid his dead eye from the world. As he would always say he let people see through his gaze and tell what sort of man he was: a man who could look with compassion but had no mercy at all.
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