renaissancerevenge: Ezio gesturing at something in the room (Gesturing/Ma che cazzo?)
Ezio Auditore da Firenze ([personal profile] renaissancerevenge) wrote2012-01-30 02:06 am
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Name: Xi
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CHARACTER
Name: Ezio Auditore da Firenze
Canon: Assassin’s Creed II
Timeline: Taken from 1480, after Ezio has ended the Pazzi conspiracy with the final death of Jacopo de’Pazzi, who had been betrayed and fatally wounded by Emilio Barbargio and Rodrigo Borgia, the latter whom Ezio just discovered is the overall current leader of the Templars.
If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?: (Same canon question not applicable.)


Personality On June 24, 1459, Ezio was born into the noble Florentine Auditore family. He was the son of Giovanni, a well-known banker (as ‘Auditore’ is the Italian word for ‘audtior’) and Maria Auditore. He had an older brother, Federico who was next in line for the family business; a younger sister, Claudia, who was betrothed to Duccio de Luca; and the youngest sibling was his brother Petruccio, who was sick.

Ezio is very closely tied with his family. He can be seen with Federico often, trying to outdo the other in a battle of seducing the pretty noblewomen out and about the streets – and if it hadn’t been for Federico, Ezio would never have met Cristina Vespucci, a beauty who was often picked as a model by painters. Thankfully his brother had showed her to him – at a distance of course, because beautiful women are frightening apparently – because not a minute after Federico left back for the villa, she was approached by Vieri de’Pazzi and backed by his gang. His only intention was to sexually assault her, telling her that he was ”tired of waiting for her to open her legs” for him. Ezio, who had been keeping an eye on her from around a corner, confronted Vieri, and then proceeded to fight right there on the street. Vieri fled, claiming that the Auditore Family would suffer for Ezio’s interference and the incident led Vieri to resent the Auditores even more than he had before.

He is also seen protecting his sister Claudia’s honor by beating up her faithless boyfriend, Duccio, in public by the walls of the Basilica di Santa Maria del Fiore – commonly referred to as the “Duomo” by Florentines, especially when he made the remark that his father said he “could do much better than an Auditore.
Petruccio had been sick when we first meet Ezio, and had asked his older brother to do him a favor – fetch him some eagle feathers. What the purpose the feathers were, Ezio would never know, but he did the favor anyways under the circumstances that the young brother would go right back to bed.

Ezio could also be seen doing errands for his parents, delivering letters for his father and picking up others from a pigeon coop. He would also accompany his mother to Leonardo DaVinci’s shop – a person who would eventually be one of Ezio’s closest friends – and deliver a crate of paintings back to the Auditore Villa.

His romantic life was just as rich as his purse – Ezio was rather popular as a playboy with his flirtatious nature and tendency for womanizing. Before the year 1476, he had slept with an uncounted number of women, generally courtesans and other Florentine noblewomen. Ezio had a knack for talking big game and having the skills to back it up, though his skirt-chasing demeanor slowed to a halt when he met Cristina and saved her from the assault from Vieri.

His family life was content – they were happy, with honor and knew of justice. Ezio himself had no worries – he had money and women and friends that were honored to stay by his side. But things were, of course, not meant to stay that way.

In 1476, when Ezio was 17, Giovanni had Ezio deliver two letters and retrieve a third in a pigeon coop not far from the house. Upon his return however, the young nobleman found his house completely ransacked – his father and brothers had been arrested, his mother and sister escaped with help of a servant and were hiding in a relative’s brothel for safety. After learning that he was supposed to be arrested as well, Ezio climbed the tower of the Palazzo della Signoria, where Giovanni and his brothers were being held. He was instructed to sneak back into the villa, to use the skills his father had been secretly teaching him to find a chest in his hidden office and take everything out of it.

He did as told, and found the office hidden behind the fireplace in one of the main rooms. It was there that he donned his father’s robes, slipped the hidden blade into place, and pulled the hood up. Staying at Cristina Vespucci’s villa for the night, Ezio headed back to the Piazza della Signoria where his father and brothers were to be hanged. Giovanni protested his innocence before the crowd, citing evidence to the man that was presiding over it, Uberto Alberti, that was in a letter that Ezio delivered just the day before. Alberti denied such knowledge and Ezio’s cries that he was lying fell on deaf ears as all he could was watch as Giovanni, Federico and little Petruccio were hung before the clock tower.

Enraged at the series of events, Ezio made an attempt to charge the scaffolding that held his dangling kin, but it was in vain as guards grabbed him, and then were ordered to be killed himself.

When he escaped, with the help of a thief, into the shelter of the brothel that his sister and mother were held at, Ezio couldn’t feel anything but anguish and the need for revenge for the injustice caused against his family. He vowed to stop at nothing until the ones responsible for the murder had been taken to justice as well – and that was to be at his father’s hidden blade.

Ezio Auditore had inherited his father’s legacy not as a banker, but as an Assassin. He knows of justice, and honor, and after having the Templars try to strip him of it by murdering his family, he seeks revenge for it, vowing to never stop until they have paid for such deeds.


First Person: [There was a grunt, and then the sound of loose shingles shifting as Ezio landed, crouching a little from the force of his jump from one roof to the next. He didn’t pause to see if he was injured, or if any shingles had come loose – he continued at a quick sprint, heading right for the wall in front of him. A slight crouch and the assassin propelled himself upwards, and he grabbed onto the low sill of the window on the wall. ’This didn’t seem so difficult in Firenze.’ He thought to himself as he hoisted himself upwards, using the window and various niches in the wall for support. When he reached the top a minute later, Ezio caught his breath as he looked over the city.

He could see the train station, where he had been dumped after being stolen away from San Gimignano, down towards his left, and the large clock tower in front of him, probably a mile and a half away. Not far from it, the spires of the Blutige Rosen stabbed into the darkened skies of the city’s twilight hour, and it looked rather ominous. Ezio was a non-practicing Roman Catholic by his family tradition, but here in this unfamiliar city, the cathedral gave him an unsettling chill.]


I suppose I have no choice but to call this place home for now. [The wind toyed with his hood as Ezio stood at the edge of the roofline. He couldn’t be more than sixty feet up, but all it took was a quick look down before he leaped forward into a graceful arc and plummeted to the haystack below.]

Third Person: With the weekly route so familiar to it, the train coasted to an easy stop with a hard series of hisses and metal grinding. The train doors opened with a slight clunk, allowing for passengers to leave easier than they had arrived. For a moment, it was as if the train was empty as no one exited any of the cars.

For a minute, maybe two, there was nothing but quiet hissing to accompany the smoke rising from the engine car.

Thump, thump…thumpthump. Ezio’s bootsteps were muffled on the carpet of the train as he cautiously approached the doors, and then louder steps followed in quick succession after he disembarked onto the station’s platform. It was empty, save for the train and the assassin.

Ezio didn’t like this. He didn’t know what that…that…that thing was that transported him here, nor did he know how he had gotten onto it in the first place. He had never seen or heard anything like it. It looked like something Leonardo might dream about making, but the things that were made to put it together…the former Florence nobleman had never seen anything like it before.

He looked away from the train to look at his new surroundings. A crumbling city, or so it would seem. Maybe there were Templars here? No, wait. He grimaced slightly – he had so many questions now. But the first one, the one he allowed to settle in his mind…

…How was he to get home from here?