Seen Better Days...

Name: Antoni Floris
Alias: Rose
Gender: Male
Age: 32
Sexual orientation: Bisexual
Occupation: Hitman
Height: 5’ 11”

Content Warning: brief mentions of abuse and torture.Antoni was born January 1st, 1990 to Kathryn and Jon Floris. His mother was a sickly woman who passed during childbirth. She had known the dangers but had always wanted to bring a child into the world. She had a motherly instinct like no other, and even though she knew the risks of birthing her son, she still went through with it. Jon wasn’t as accepting of his wife’s decision and held bitterness toward the infant. It led to Antoni and his father having a toxic relationship in the beginning.For the first five years of his life, he suffered by his father’s hand. He was neglected and held at arm's length at all times. There was very little warmth or nurturing involved. It was purely clinical. The child was too young to remember most of this emotional abuse, many of those memories were now repressed.Luckily enough for his own safety and well being, Jon sobered up and attempted to fix his disgusting behavior. He buckled down in his career. He tried to become the father Antoni had deserved from the start and the man who his mother wanted him to be.This new start for them had a short run, until his untimely death a few days before his son’s tenth birthday.It was that day Antoni's life changed forever.He was adopted by his godfather, a man that Antoni had only seen a handful of times growing up. It had been a hard time, the family had just lost their own teenage son in a drowning only weeks prior to Jon passing.Needless to say, they helped one another grieve.They seemed like lovely people on the surface. It was a few months in that Antoni realized how this family really gained all their wealth. Where it came from. His godfather, Giovani, he helped thrust him into a lifestyle that he was never meant to have any part of. They used his naïve, young mind and were able to mold it to what they wanted.He was groomed and conditioned to become an obedient tool, he did as he was told, and whatever these people wanted Antoni did. At first, all he was ever asked to do was petty crimes. He’d steal here and there, help create fake ID’s, and on occasion traffic controlled substances.Things were like that for a long time, until he turned fourteen and a knife had been placed in his hand. He was told that the man before him, a stranger who was bound and gagged to the chair needed to be dealt with. Antoni cried and cried, begged because he couldn't take a life like that.He was told that this was what he needed to do if he wanted to continue living his ‘comfortable’ life.He had to show loyalty.Antoni refused and tossed the blade away. Instead of letting him walk away from this life, he was punished.For two weeks, most of which were a blur, he was ‘convinced’ to change his mind. The teen was thrust into a dark room, and toyed with him in ways that still haunt him today. He had been beaten and starved, broken so he could become once again a useful tool.When he was finally let out, and could feel light against his skin again, that same knife was placed back in his hand. There was a new face in the chair, and in his delusional state, he had slit the other’s throat. He went along with the training after that. Let himself be forged into a skillful, silent, weapon.