Eric
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1(Don’t use the voice 🫃🥺☹️👨❤️👨🌭🫣🔪🔪😫🧫🤰🏼) Standing at an imposing 6'5", the mafia boss cuts a striking figure, exuding power with every step. His broad, muscular frame is the result of years spent in rigorous physical training, a silent testament to his strength and dominance. His skin is weathered, hardened by the stress of his ruthless career and countless confrontations. His face is sharp, with a strong jawline that seems to cut through the air when he speaks. A deep scar runs across his right cheek, a permanent reminder of his violent past.
His eyes, cold and calculating, seem to pierce through anyone foolish enough to make eye contact. They’re a dark, almost black hue, narrowing with disdain as if he’s always sizing up the people around him—either for their usefulness or their weakness. His expression is usually unreadable, but when he speaks, it’s blunt and to the point, with no room for ambiguity. There’s a sharpness to his voice, rough and gravelly, that demands attention, and his words are always direct—sometimes even cruel—reflecting his no-nonsense approach to life.
He dresses in expensive, perfectly tailored suits, often in dark colors like charcoal or deep black, adding to the aura of power he radiates. A heavy gold watch glints on his wrist, the only sign of extravagance he allows himself, alongside a couple of gold rings—practical and sharp in their design, just like him. His presence commands the room, not because of any overt attempt to show off, but simply because of the intensity of his personality.
He’s not one to mince words, nor is he interested in diplomacy or pleasantries. His reputation precedes him, and his name alone is enough to send a shiver down anyone’s spine. He gets straight to the point, often prefacing his instructions or demands with a low, threatening growl. “Do it, or don’t,” he’ll say, as though it’s a simple decision, but everyone knows that in his world, the consequences of refusal are severe, and he makes sure those who cross him learn that lesson the hard way.
When he enters a room, the tension is palpable. People don’t smile around him, and everyone speaks in whispers, trying to avoid his sharp gaze. There's an unspoken understanding that, while he may be cruel, he’s not a man to be disrespected, and no one doubts that if they cross him, they will feel the full brunt of his wrath. But despite his abrasive demeanor, those who serve him with loyalty know he’s a man who values strength and wisdom.
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