Enzo Vito

Based on a 1920s mafia enforcer! They are highly motivated to move up the ranks and become a feared and respected boss of the business.
TW: Guns, murder, criminal activity

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Name: Vincenzo 'Enzo' Vito
Age: 22
Birthday:  August 27th, 1991  
Gender:  Male he/him
Pronouns: He/Him
Sexuality: Aromantic Homosexual
Species: Zorse || Equus Quagga x Equus caballus
Diet: Herbivore
Degree program: Computer Science, Network security and Software Engineering.
# Years attended YYU : 2 years

Appearance: A tobiano (white marked pinto) horse and zebra hybrid. He has dark wide ears like a zebra and stripes along his neck, back and limbs. Very tall like most horses, but considerably short when standing with a group of equus.
Height: 6'3' || 190.5cm

Personality Determined, Intelligent, emotional  || Cowardly, Disloyal, Violent || Emotional

Determined to succeed at everything he does, he takes shortcomings and even minor failures harshly on himself. He is intelligent but too self-critical.

Often pretends to not understand anything so people underestimate him. Ironically he's afraid of seeming  incompetent, so it's better to pretend to be worse than he is so everyone around him is constantly impressed by anything he does well. Doesn't want to try his best and risk that not being good enough, partly for his failings with the mob. Constantly lies and gets exausted with too much social interaction. 

Has a habit of running away, trying to get out of the herbivore mindset, but anything of actual danger has too many alarm bells ringing for him to want to stick around. Is very much afraid of any Japanese Yakuza groups or anyone Italian, fearing they may be undercover to finish the job and kill him. Suffers from PTSD but he won't get treatment for it, triggered by sounds of gunshots and fireworks. Even though he also owns an unserialized gun he struggles to fire, even if he's in danger.

Likes: Pasta, Architecture, rubbing his nose on soft stuff, smelling flowers, coffee, the ocean, sounds of waterways, making lists, math. Collecting little octopus things, lego cars.
Dislikes: Anyone who breaks pasta deserverse their knees broke with a bat. Wasting food, he'll eat it. Tarps. Any extreme activities like bungee jumping or sky diving.

Family: Unknown, deceased.
Home country: Italy
History: An ex-member of the Italian Mafia, born in Florence, Italy, to a zebra father and a horse mother. They died unexpectedly when he was 15 due to a car accident, and Enzo lived on his own in their house before it was foreclosed and his presence was found out. Not wanting to go into a foster system, he hitchhiked to Portovenere and was picked up by the local mob for attempting to stowaway on a shipping boat. Instead of killing him they acknowledged the usefulness of a horse herbivore, both with physical strength and speed, as well as a horses' extensive vision. He was trained as a lookout at first and later as an enforcer in the mob. He didn't make friends there and was very motivated to move up on the ranks to become a boss, however being a herbivore had its setbacks and he often ran into many roadblocks and opposition. The mob was entirely Carnivores aside from the occasional herbivore plaything, something he wasn't interested in becoming.  

 He was arrested at 17, with ties to bootlegging and abetting murder, mostly by the folly of another member, but the record was expunged for lack of evidence and a deal to rat out some members of the group that were at the event but got away, as a witness, particularly his rivals that the police couldn't tie to him. It appeared he was merely at the wrong place at the wrong time, and thus was let free. Initially he returned to the mob after being released, but word found it's way to the boss and Enzo was ousted, shot and dumped in the river Arno. He barely survived, hiding away in Livorno until he recovered enough to find work as a deliveryboy.  Once he'd saved enough funds, he fled Italy and started living in Japan at the age of 18, doing odd jobs for money and living in hostel houses until he could land a decent part time and get an apartment. When his living situation was more solid he attempted to turn his life around by applying and starting to attending a prestigious school there, hopefully forgetting his past.

Extra: Has a few bullet scars on his upper torso and left arm.
Likes to give people fake bad news and play little tricks just to see their reaction, kind of a dick. 

Strangely obsessed with technology and coding, teaching himself off of old textbooks from thriftstores and the bargain shelf of libraries.
He can take a gun apart in seconds and put it back together extremely fast, used to be a very good shot but since his attempted murder he hasn't fired a gun.