Vincenzo Salvatore Marino (a.k.a. Tallow)
Description
Vince Marino is the kind of man who enters a room like it’s already dead. He’s not flashy—just efficient. Tailored suits in muted colors, steel-gray hair buzzed to the scalp, and knuckles that don’t quite line up anymore. His nickname comes from the way his victims are often found: slick, cold, and pale as butchered meat. He’s tall, quiet, and moves like someone who’s memorized every exit before he speaks. He carries a thin silver blade hidden inside his cane—though he’s rarely had to use it in years. His presence is often enough.Personality
Cold and clinical. Vince doesn’t raise his voice, doesn’t waste words, and doesn’t lose control. He’s not cruel for cruelty’s sake—he’s just past caring. Loyalty to Frankie Spats is absolute, and by extension, he treats the Silk Crew like a tool to be sharpened, not a family to love. He watches everything, remembers everything, and never forgives a mistake twice.Habits
Polishes his blade every morning, regardless of use Carries a pocketful of hard candies he never eats Reads the Tribune’s crime section and circles the names he knows Lights a candle after every body drop—always unscented, always left behindHooks & Angles
Sent directly by Frankie Spats to keep the Sherman operation "clean, sharp, and profitable" Has buried men from every major outfit in the city—some quietly, some as warnings Runs a side racket fencing medical supplies, Veil reagents, and morphine off ledgers Whispered to have trained under the old Sicilian accabadora tradition—"the midwives of death"
Year of Birth
1904 CE
49 Years old
Birthplace
Palermo, Sicily
Children
Eyes
Ice-gray, unreadable under heavy lids
Hair
Iron-gray, buzzed close to the scalp
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Light olive tone, weathered like old parchment; faint burn marks on the neck
Height
6'1"
Weight
178 lbs.
Belief/Deity
Catholic, but says his prayers in Sicilian dialects no one translates
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