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Name: Nostro Rovina
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Occupation: Thief
Race: Human
Physical Appearance: First and foremost, Nostro is a lean and lithe caucasian male. His body is of average size and relatively easy to not take as threatening as he stands at 6’3" and weighs in at 188 pounds, his height allowing him to stand rather evenly if not a little under most opposing combatants. His body is covered in scars, save for his face, his arms, and his legs. A noteworthy set of scars that he bears are the six distinct slashes that move vertically across his throat, which appear as though something very large had clawed them out, such as a bear or very large cat, but closer inspection by those more astute is that of six deep knive gashes that have healed over time. His body is a simple tan/gold color. His face is fairly well shaped and defined, almost gentle.
He has muscles that, while they lack herculean size, they are reasonably sized and proportioned for a man of his size and weight, often failing to intimidate those who face him in battle, due to their unimpressive size. Despite this all of his muscles are very well toned, years of training and stealing things have left him in perfect physical condition. He’s modest in his size, but always comes off as being much smaller than what he really is due to his choice in clothing. His eyes are a sharp and luminescent green that always seem to have a warm, inviting glow to them. His face is and body is mostly devoid of hair save for his head, which is a short and spiky blonde which often has a mind of it’s own.
Clothing Appearance: It should be noted that Nostro's attire is literally everything he's had since he was 16, and he's obviously grown since that day and time. Nostro is usually seen wearing a gray leather jacket a size two small with the midsection cut off, and beneath it an assortment of different hoodies ranging in color and style from checkers, plain blue, green, red, and even flannel on occasion, each carrying an unusual insignia or emblem such as a sun or a moon. As stated in his physical description, Nostro's throat and stomach have been torn out and healed due to injuries when he was younger, and since then he's attempted EVERYTHING to try and cover up the scars. Beneath his favorite set of emblem-hoodies and the leather gray jacket he obtained from his mentor, is a set of bandages that have been tightly wrapped to compliment his masculine figure. Over top of these bandages is a turtle-neck Under-armor shirt, which covers up his throat. His pants are loose fitting and he often has trouble with the red leather belt. On his feet are converse sneakers.
Personality:Nostro’s personality is a mix between that of a deceivingly kind street rat and a ruthless criminal. While not a heartless, consistently manipulative or domineering like some villains, Nostro's boundless ambition to become the 'King of Thieves' is often described as being peerless. Having been abused by his mobster of a father and having lived in the most miserable conditions, Nostro's Mentor, an old homeless beggar and skilled pickpocket led him to set the goal to become the world's greatest thief. To do so Nostro will use anything and anyone that he could use to further his goal, although this does not go so far as to say that he would kill someone to do so. He doesn’t do what he does to become wealthy, rather to make both his life and the lives of others wealthy, a trait he’s emulated since watching the movie ‘Robin Hood’. As a thief he has a code of honor, and his own moral code to follow, and must distribute a large portion of what he steals to better the communities he’s been to.
He’s charming and speaks calmly even in the middle of a robbery, never emanating hostility when upset or frustrated. Out of all of the traits he has his most notable would be his sense of humor. Usually thieves are quiet, and Nostro is, it’s just a matter of when he’s found out he can’t keep his mouth shut… Not in the sense that he’s giving out information, it’s just that he can’t stop mocking or joking about an opponent. Even in the face of certain death, Nostro invariably cracks a joke, to the annoyance of both friends and foes. His reasons for this vary: either he wants to relieve the stress of a situation.
As a side note, he also does this to get on the nerves of his opponents, as he knows that constantly berating them and cracking jokes about their appearance, creating witty banter, making them angrier and likely edgier than they already were. He playfully mocks and cracks jokes at his enemies. It doesn’t matter whose life is in danger either, he will stop telling jokes and mocking an enemy when he feels as though it’d be appropriate. It’s as though he mocks his enemies to make it seem as though he isn’t fighting seriously, which throws off his opponents enough to make it seem like he’s been holding back this entire time.
As thieves usually don’t work in packs, Nostro never really has any friends to communicate with, which is a trait that’s persisted since his childhood. He often doesn’t show much care for people and usually acts friendly simply to get on their good side. This doesn’t mean he doesn’t have the capacity to make friends, the ones he does make are the ones he chooses not to rob. Those select few he is very protective over, and he will put their well-being above his own to ensure that they are comfortable, offering to buy food, drink, and even put aside his busy schedule of pickpocketing and high-end thievery for them. He would put himself on the spot if someone were threatening his friends, and he has proven to be unable to do something that may hurt the people he cares about. Nostro has also shown to prioritize a friend’s feelings above his own, and is even willing to offer advice to help potential enemies if it's for the well-being of the people he cares about.
In conversation, Nostro is very laid-back and casual. He is also kind and patient, willing to listen to someone’s story and waiting for them to finish without interruption, bearing with their "small talk and weird looks". He is not afraid to give his opinion and has a dislike for those who regard themselves as "holier than thou", or who "use force to get whatever they want". Which is a very big contrast to what he does, considering he doesn’t do things by force, he simply takes things.
Nostro's kindness is of course, often limited. He isn't usually willing to help someone unless there's something in it for him, or the person who want’s his help is already a friend, even if it's something simple like treating him to dinner or giving him nine dollars to go see a movie after the fight. He is the 'kind of person who would teach someone how to swim by pushing them in the water". This speaks volumes about how Nostro will approach someone if they ask for his help.
Nostro is quick to become stern and reveal his intelligence should the occasion call for it, putting aside the mocking jokes and witty banter he enjoys all too much to adopt a more invasive and analytic mindset. With that said, Nostro’s intelligence is a key factor upon his character, though his gangly appearance and shabby clothing [excluding the sweet coat] masks his great powers of deduction and as a result those of whom he’s met frequently doubt his abilities, both mental, physical, and stand-related abilities. He tends to second-guess everything he is presented with, and is extremely meticulous and analytical. He is good at deceiving his opponents, and is willing to take drastic measures to solve a case. Using subterfuge, misinformation, disinformation, and an analytical knowledge of human nature to help lure an enemy into a false sense of security and possibly make said combatant carelessly over-confident before totally and utterly shooting them down. Nostro often gets things he wants and needs through abnormal or possibly criminal channels of which he is very acquainted with despite his age.
He isn’t someone that has the capacity to watch another man or woman cry, or someone beg. He feels obligated to help them or cheer them up. It’s like watching an old man cry, Nostro just can’t do it. He doesn’t care who or what is doing it, he hates hearing people cry, and he will do anything to stop them from crying or begging. Whether it be pawning off his loot for the day and giving it ot them or making funny faces to cheer up a crying baby. Nostro will find a way to stop the horrid noise.
Weapons/Tools:
Skills:
Enemy Stand: Yes
Quotes:
"It's a pleasure to meet you. My name is Nostro."
"Care for a light?"
“It’s all about sizing up your mark, Kid. The way they walk… You can tell a lot about a person by the way they carry themselves. Like the money in their pocket.”
"This was the worst plan ever. Of all time."
"Oh, hello there… Uh, isn't it past your bedtime?"
"You aren't the brightest banana in the bunch, are ya kidddo?"
“Well , I think we can all say it's been an eventful evening. And as much as I'd love to stick around and chat with you about my findings or my associates, I'm afraid this is where we part ways..."
His Goal: Nostro's goal is the result of his mentor's teachings being passed onto him and years of training as a thief, as well as the fact he's emulated traits belonging to the fictional Robin Hood since he was 10. His greed has led him to desire to be the ‘King of thieves’ so to speak. Even if such a title is impossible in this day and age, he wants to be the world's greatest thief.
His Secret: Despite being practically raised by an old homeless man, Nostro still has the teddy bear the old man gave him on his 11th birthday in his apartment's vault.
Weaknesses: Nostro is incredibly cocky, this is often seen as he constantly mocks and insults an enemy as though he's already won.
Strengths: Nostro's emotions never get the best of him, and his years of experience as a thief has given him insight to the lifestyles of the so called targets he's come across.
Bio: The Stand User who would later adopt the moniker of Nostro was born as Joshua J. Robe in the slums of New York. Born to Scarlet Robe and an incarcerated and very abusive italian mobster, Angelo. Soon after he was born his mother would die and little Joshua would spend his first nine years in abject poverty afterwards, his first nine years were spent either on the street or bouncing around in foster care. When he turned 10, he was finally returned to his father who had spent the past 9 years in prison, but for little Joshua it was likely better to be in foster care. Joe, as he was nicknamed, was often bullied by Angelo and used by his father’s associates. The old man blamed his son for the death of his wife, who had perished while he was away, and also took to blaming Joshua for his own miserable life in New York despite his cushy job as Mob Muscle, and considered his son to be what ruined his his life, so much so that he took to calling him "Nostro Rovina" (Our Ruin.).
Overall, he experienced what could be considered a bad childhood where he was raised in an unloving and unsupportive environment. Not all was truly down in the dumps though as the beginning of this biography was cut out to be, as there was always something following little Joshua, something that he hardly understood. Thinking it to be his ‘imaginary friend’ as no one else could see it, a man machine clad in blue armor with two glowing white dots for eyes put in deep black eye sockets. Something with a gun for a hand. It protected him when he was down in the dumps, when his father was hitting him. On it’s left arm was written the two words ‘Keep Quiet’.
On Joshua’s 10th birthday he had finally gotten used to calling himself and responding to the name Nostro, and at that point his father had actually begun to grow afraid of the boy’s ‘imaginary friend’. Not that he could see it, it just felt as though something was blocking his beatings, something made of metal. So, rather than waiting to see if the ‘force’ hit back, Nostro’s father would leave for the day and instead of locking him in his room, gave the boy the television remote. Nostro caught a glimpse of one of the earliest filmed versions of Robin Hood, and as he watched a certain phrase was burnt into his mind. “Steal from the rich, and give to the poor.”, and the moment that was burnt into his mind a childish life-goal would come to view, he wanted to do what Robin hood did.
So much so that he tried to do what his father said one of his underlings did, steal the tires off of a car in a bad neighborhood. Nostro would take his time trying to pry off the parts of the very expensive car outside of that fancy Italian Restaurant using his stand. However rather than getting as far as taking off a single wheel or even remove the gold plated rims off of the vehicle, the owner of the car would approach. After being tossed into the street again, this time rather than it being by Nostro’s father, the car owner, an old man clad in rags would approach the boy. A beggar sitting outside in the alley, and by his side a being clad in gold with an unusual symbol on it’s chest, as well as a strange belt with many pockets. Rather than asking what happened or why he was bleeding, he scolded the boy for his failure to even snatch up a single wallet or even a ring that the boy could pawn off for bread money while the Car’s owner was beating him.
Then, the old man spoke a few choice words that would be burned into the boy’s mind. “It’s all about sizing up your mark, and getting into their pockets, sonny.” The moment the old man said those words, a beautiful apprentice ship was made, and after a hasty trip to the hospital and an arm cast, the old man would without hesitation decide to train little Nostro on how to use a stand he hardly understood. Introducing himself as “Ryo”, the grifter would offer to teach the boy everything he knew in exchange for food and a blanket.
For the following years of his life the would make it his goal to teach little Nostro everything he knew about being a thief, the art of stealth and sleight of hand. The moment he did, whatever time he spent being backhanded by his father would be taken away and replaced with simple conversations with what was literally a back alley hobo. These conversations would continue until their stands were brought back out at night for work, teaching the boy how to pickpocket and steal to his heart’s delight before giving the old man a significantly larger cut of whatever Nostro could bring in. All the while his stand would be trained as well.
The man would focus solely upon Nostro’s training so that he might become a better thief. During the first few months of training, Nostro would begin to slowly but surely draw out his stand before finally learning how to use it to pick pockets, and out of obsession learn the names of everyone he would steal from. Over the years the old man would teach the boy to use his Stand without fault. Taking every bit of free time from Nostro and focusing it on passing down what knowledge the man had on fighting and stealing unto the young one. With each use of his stand the more control he gained over it, until it followed each of his commands, until Ryo approved.
Soon 15 year old Nostro had no other thoughts than improving upon his own skills, and he became better and more powerful with every passing day he spent being trained by the old fart. While this training with will was exhausting, Nostro would be driven by a simple dream, an ambition that would push him to desire to leave a mark upon the world, he wanted to be remembered. Enduring his training, days were filled with learning about stories of exceptional pickpockets and the terms and conditions of the concept of “Honor among Thieves”, and to never kill while on the job. Things his father would dare never teach him, all the while picking out easy targets to steal from.
As for his nights spent exercising his use of his Stand against an elderly old fool with one of his own until his body could no longer muster up the viable energy to break down another one of the targets the old man had summoned up to steal back whatever the old man had taken from the boy. Doing so until he overworked himself, until his mind strained and body spasmed and collapsed, only to wake up the next morning back at his home asleep on the porch while the old man waited outside. With each passing year that the boy grew in height, the more of a worried look would envelope his father’s face each time he returned home with new clothing and equipment.
The more Nostro came home the more agitated his father became, and the more he came home looking wealthier than before, even further. The little boy he had tolerated under his roof was bringing in revenue, and the mob wasn’t gaining from it. There was no “cut” for Nostro’s Father, instead a 50/50 share between an old man that Angelo didn’t even know and Nostro himself.
One day, when Nostro was 15, a drunk Angelo would confront Nostro about his current activities as a thief. Instead of scolding him about it, as the old man himself had criminal connections taht could very well land him back in jail, he demanded a cut. When Nostro refused, his father berated him until he stood up to his father and challenged him to a fight. Irate, Angelo beat Nostro until his ribs cracked, refusing to use his stand against his father as it would only end in one thing, something that Nostro’s Mentor told him to avoid at all costs. Murder. That night, Nostro withstood the pain without sound. Refusing to show weakness, displaying his willpower and resolve in the power struggle of their household.
That night, Nostro’s father, still filled with hate, envisioned his son dying. Acting upon this Angelo would approach Nostro’s room only to be greeted by Nostro’s teacher, towering over the drunk at 6’5”. Ryo had come, and this time invading his student’s house. Just as Nostro passed out from the pain, Ryo would use his stand to take everything his father had, excluding the man’s life. Going as far to use that unnamed stand to ‘steal’ the man’s consciousness, sealing him into a vegetative state. The next morning, Nostro would awake in the hospital, only to hear that his father had been put into a coma. In the recliner beside him, his mentor, who had used his share of what Nostro had given him to improve upon his own life.
Clad in a white tuxedo and bowler hat, the old man would allow Nostro to live with him instead of stay in the rickety old home that he had lived in since the day he was born. A place filled with bad emotions and memories. Without hesitation, the boy would accept and after a quick recovery, he’d begin to attend a normal school for the last three years of his basic education.
For three good years, long after the old man had nothing left to teach him and had accepted him into his new, yet small home as a ‘godson’, Nostro would live with his mentor. During Ryo’s last few years alive, Nostro attempted to make his life more comfortable until the old man's departure from the world. Before Ryo's death, he would give Nostro one last thing, rather than more information or another lesson, he would pass on the abilities of his stand to "Keep Quiet", as though passing on his life force. Moments later only to die a painless death. Seeing the master thief die would be the last time Nostro would cry, knowing all too well that he had lost the closest thing he had to an actual father figure, which he had found in the heart of a Hermit.
Vowing never to use his real name again [which hasn't been used for the majority of the Biography], Nostro would avoid another conflict with his father and would leave the slums of New York and set his sights on bigger and better, more profitable marks. Five years after the old man’s death, The plucky young thief would still be holding up his end of his bargain to ‘never stop stealing’, uncaught, the police not knowing where to begin or end whatever investigation they had on him, only having funny descriptions about a boy redistributing what he had stolen among beggars. Three years later still walking down the street with his head held high with stolen jewelry and wallets in his satchel.
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Occupation: Thief
Race: Human
Physical Appearance: First and foremost, Nostro is a lean and lithe caucasian male. His body is of average size and relatively easy to not take as threatening as he stands at 6’3" and weighs in at 188 pounds, his height allowing him to stand rather evenly if not a little under most opposing combatants. His body is covered in scars, save for his face, his arms, and his legs. A noteworthy set of scars that he bears are the six distinct slashes that move vertically across his throat, which appear as though something very large had clawed them out, such as a bear or very large cat, but closer inspection by those more astute is that of six deep knive gashes that have healed over time. His body is a simple tan/gold color. His face is fairly well shaped and defined, almost gentle.
He has muscles that, while they lack herculean size, they are reasonably sized and proportioned for a man of his size and weight, often failing to intimidate those who face him in battle, due to their unimpressive size. Despite this all of his muscles are very well toned, years of training and stealing things have left him in perfect physical condition. He’s modest in his size, but always comes off as being much smaller than what he really is due to his choice in clothing. His eyes are a sharp and luminescent green that always seem to have a warm, inviting glow to them. His face is and body is mostly devoid of hair save for his head, which is a short and spiky blonde which often has a mind of it’s own.
Clothing Appearance: It should be noted that Nostro's attire is literally everything he's had since he was 16, and he's obviously grown since that day and time. Nostro is usually seen wearing a gray leather jacket a size two small with the midsection cut off, and beneath it an assortment of different hoodies ranging in color and style from checkers, plain blue, green, red, and even flannel on occasion, each carrying an unusual insignia or emblem such as a sun or a moon. As stated in his physical description, Nostro's throat and stomach have been torn out and healed due to injuries when he was younger, and since then he's attempted EVERYTHING to try and cover up the scars. Beneath his favorite set of emblem-hoodies and the leather gray jacket he obtained from his mentor, is a set of bandages that have been tightly wrapped to compliment his masculine figure. Over top of these bandages is a turtle-neck Under-armor shirt, which covers up his throat. His pants are loose fitting and he often has trouble with the red leather belt. On his feet are converse sneakers.
Personality:Nostro’s personality is a mix between that of a deceivingly kind street rat and a ruthless criminal. While not a heartless, consistently manipulative or domineering like some villains, Nostro's boundless ambition to become the 'King of Thieves' is often described as being peerless. Having been abused by his mobster of a father and having lived in the most miserable conditions, Nostro's Mentor, an old homeless beggar and skilled pickpocket led him to set the goal to become the world's greatest thief. To do so Nostro will use anything and anyone that he could use to further his goal, although this does not go so far as to say that he would kill someone to do so. He doesn’t do what he does to become wealthy, rather to make both his life and the lives of others wealthy, a trait he’s emulated since watching the movie ‘Robin Hood’. As a thief he has a code of honor, and his own moral code to follow, and must distribute a large portion of what he steals to better the communities he’s been to.
He’s charming and speaks calmly even in the middle of a robbery, never emanating hostility when upset or frustrated. Out of all of the traits he has his most notable would be his sense of humor. Usually thieves are quiet, and Nostro is, it’s just a matter of when he’s found out he can’t keep his mouth shut… Not in the sense that he’s giving out information, it’s just that he can’t stop mocking or joking about an opponent. Even in the face of certain death, Nostro invariably cracks a joke, to the annoyance of both friends and foes. His reasons for this vary: either he wants to relieve the stress of a situation.
As a side note, he also does this to get on the nerves of his opponents, as he knows that constantly berating them and cracking jokes about their appearance, creating witty banter, making them angrier and likely edgier than they already were. He playfully mocks and cracks jokes at his enemies. It doesn’t matter whose life is in danger either, he will stop telling jokes and mocking an enemy when he feels as though it’d be appropriate. It’s as though he mocks his enemies to make it seem as though he isn’t fighting seriously, which throws off his opponents enough to make it seem like he’s been holding back this entire time.
As thieves usually don’t work in packs, Nostro never really has any friends to communicate with, which is a trait that’s persisted since his childhood. He often doesn’t show much care for people and usually acts friendly simply to get on their good side. This doesn’t mean he doesn’t have the capacity to make friends, the ones he does make are the ones he chooses not to rob. Those select few he is very protective over, and he will put their well-being above his own to ensure that they are comfortable, offering to buy food, drink, and even put aside his busy schedule of pickpocketing and high-end thievery for them. He would put himself on the spot if someone were threatening his friends, and he has proven to be unable to do something that may hurt the people he cares about. Nostro has also shown to prioritize a friend’s feelings above his own, and is even willing to offer advice to help potential enemies if it's for the well-being of the people he cares about.
In conversation, Nostro is very laid-back and casual. He is also kind and patient, willing to listen to someone’s story and waiting for them to finish without interruption, bearing with their "small talk and weird looks". He is not afraid to give his opinion and has a dislike for those who regard themselves as "holier than thou", or who "use force to get whatever they want". Which is a very big contrast to what he does, considering he doesn’t do things by force, he simply takes things.
Nostro's kindness is of course, often limited. He isn't usually willing to help someone unless there's something in it for him, or the person who want’s his help is already a friend, even if it's something simple like treating him to dinner or giving him nine dollars to go see a movie after the fight. He is the 'kind of person who would teach someone how to swim by pushing them in the water". This speaks volumes about how Nostro will approach someone if they ask for his help.
Nostro is quick to become stern and reveal his intelligence should the occasion call for it, putting aside the mocking jokes and witty banter he enjoys all too much to adopt a more invasive and analytic mindset. With that said, Nostro’s intelligence is a key factor upon his character, though his gangly appearance and shabby clothing [excluding the sweet coat] masks his great powers of deduction and as a result those of whom he’s met frequently doubt his abilities, both mental, physical, and stand-related abilities. He tends to second-guess everything he is presented with, and is extremely meticulous and analytical. He is good at deceiving his opponents, and is willing to take drastic measures to solve a case. Using subterfuge, misinformation, disinformation, and an analytical knowledge of human nature to help lure an enemy into a false sense of security and possibly make said combatant carelessly over-confident before totally and utterly shooting them down. Nostro often gets things he wants and needs through abnormal or possibly criminal channels of which he is very acquainted with despite his age.
He isn’t someone that has the capacity to watch another man or woman cry, or someone beg. He feels obligated to help them or cheer them up. It’s like watching an old man cry, Nostro just can’t do it. He doesn’t care who or what is doing it, he hates hearing people cry, and he will do anything to stop them from crying or begging. Whether it be pawning off his loot for the day and giving it ot them or making funny faces to cheer up a crying baby. Nostro will find a way to stop the horrid noise.
Weapons/Tools:
- Nerf darts: Nostro has these for reasons that may or may not pertain to the fact he is a man-child and throwing these at glass window panes brings him much enjoyment.
Skills:
- Aikido (Basic): Nostro's basic combat knowledge of Aikido has allowed him to turn an enemy's movements against htem, redirecting the momentum of an opponent's attack and initializing a throw or a joint lock that terminates whatever attack is being used againt him. WIth this in mind he frequently fights without actually having to throw any punches. After terminating an enemy's attack he will usually knock them out using his stand.
- Weapon Proficiency: Nostro is proficient with both ranged firearms and close-ranged weaponry such as knives or daggers, sticks, etcetera.
- Acrobatics: Nostro is fairly skilled when it comes to Parkour and Freerunning styles of Acrobatics, combined with his immensely trained physical strength, speed, flexibility, and reflexes, Nostro is able to jump wide distances and flit through rooftops, run on high walls, climb the tallest structures and vault through various types of obstacles.
- Pickpocketing: Nostro has what someone would call a 'perfect touch'. Years of training and refining his sleight of hand and distractions, he's managed to perfect steal items off of a person without being noticed. Wallets, small tablets, phones, necklaces, and on one occasion even removed someone's belt without them noticing. It is by far what he is best at.
- Stealth: At the age of 12 Nostro was trained in basic stealth and espionage by his mentor {again} of his father so that he might be able to make enough money to feed himself. As a result of this training, along with his physical conditioning, he is able to slip in and out o areas without being noticed.
- Breaking, Entering, and Burglary: Breaking and entering isn't exactly one of the safest things that Nostro could be doing, but depending on the fence and the demands for certain stolen goods, they're usually in houses. With that said over the years Nostro's become quite good at breaking and entering, and then stealing.
- Criminal Connections: Nostro is not without a utility of sorts. He knows what channels to go through to get what he needs, whether it be buying firearms. After all, he can't simply go to a pawn shop to sell off stolen goods, doing so would get him caught. Pawn shops aren't as safe to go through to sell a few rings that were picked up. He has connections to several different Receivers, or rather a group of Fence (An individual who knowingly buys stolen property for later resale, sometimes in a legitimate market after the search for said goods has stopped.) Depending on what part of New York he's in, Nostro's in contact with a different fence who work as a middleman between thieves and eventual buyers of stolen goods.
- Firearm Identification: Nostro is a gun-nut, so to speak. He just loves guns, and to put something into perspective, his knowledge of them has given him a very unique skill when it comes to firearm identification. Nostro is able to identify a firearm even without actually being there to see it in the first place, although not to the exact make and model without seeing it. Identifying a ranged weapon form the sound it makes, the bullet-casing, as well as whatever damage it makes, whether it be collateral or a physical injury. This goes even further if he's actually seen the firearm first hand, even from a distance. Making it much easier to identify the make and model of the firearm... He just really likes guns.
Enemy Stand: Yes
Quotes:
"It's a pleasure to meet you. My name is Nostro."
"Care for a light?"
“It’s all about sizing up your mark, Kid. The way they walk… You can tell a lot about a person by the way they carry themselves. Like the money in their pocket.”
"This was the worst plan ever. Of all time."
"Oh, hello there… Uh, isn't it past your bedtime?"
"You aren't the brightest banana in the bunch, are ya kidddo?"
“Well , I think we can all say it's been an eventful evening. And as much as I'd love to stick around and chat with you about my findings or my associates, I'm afraid this is where we part ways..."
His Goal: Nostro's goal is the result of his mentor's teachings being passed onto him and years of training as a thief, as well as the fact he's emulated traits belonging to the fictional Robin Hood since he was 10. His greed has led him to desire to be the ‘King of thieves’ so to speak. Even if such a title is impossible in this day and age, he wants to be the world's greatest thief.
His Secret: Despite being practically raised by an old homeless man, Nostro still has the teddy bear the old man gave him on his 11th birthday in his apartment's vault.
Weaknesses: Nostro is incredibly cocky, this is often seen as he constantly mocks and insults an enemy as though he's already won.
Strengths: Nostro's emotions never get the best of him, and his years of experience as a thief has given him insight to the lifestyles of the so called targets he's come across.
Bio: The Stand User who would later adopt the moniker of Nostro was born as Joshua J. Robe in the slums of New York. Born to Scarlet Robe and an incarcerated and very abusive italian mobster, Angelo. Soon after he was born his mother would die and little Joshua would spend his first nine years in abject poverty afterwards, his first nine years were spent either on the street or bouncing around in foster care. When he turned 10, he was finally returned to his father who had spent the past 9 years in prison, but for little Joshua it was likely better to be in foster care. Joe, as he was nicknamed, was often bullied by Angelo and used by his father’s associates. The old man blamed his son for the death of his wife, who had perished while he was away, and also took to blaming Joshua for his own miserable life in New York despite his cushy job as Mob Muscle, and considered his son to be what ruined his his life, so much so that he took to calling him "Nostro Rovina" (Our Ruin.).
Overall, he experienced what could be considered a bad childhood where he was raised in an unloving and unsupportive environment. Not all was truly down in the dumps though as the beginning of this biography was cut out to be, as there was always something following little Joshua, something that he hardly understood. Thinking it to be his ‘imaginary friend’ as no one else could see it, a man machine clad in blue armor with two glowing white dots for eyes put in deep black eye sockets. Something with a gun for a hand. It protected him when he was down in the dumps, when his father was hitting him. On it’s left arm was written the two words ‘Keep Quiet’.
On Joshua’s 10th birthday he had finally gotten used to calling himself and responding to the name Nostro, and at that point his father had actually begun to grow afraid of the boy’s ‘imaginary friend’. Not that he could see it, it just felt as though something was blocking his beatings, something made of metal. So, rather than waiting to see if the ‘force’ hit back, Nostro’s father would leave for the day and instead of locking him in his room, gave the boy the television remote. Nostro caught a glimpse of one of the earliest filmed versions of Robin Hood, and as he watched a certain phrase was burnt into his mind. “Steal from the rich, and give to the poor.”, and the moment that was burnt into his mind a childish life-goal would come to view, he wanted to do what Robin hood did.
So much so that he tried to do what his father said one of his underlings did, steal the tires off of a car in a bad neighborhood. Nostro would take his time trying to pry off the parts of the very expensive car outside of that fancy Italian Restaurant using his stand. However rather than getting as far as taking off a single wheel or even remove the gold plated rims off of the vehicle, the owner of the car would approach. After being tossed into the street again, this time rather than it being by Nostro’s father, the car owner, an old man clad in rags would approach the boy. A beggar sitting outside in the alley, and by his side a being clad in gold with an unusual symbol on it’s chest, as well as a strange belt with many pockets. Rather than asking what happened or why he was bleeding, he scolded the boy for his failure to even snatch up a single wallet or even a ring that the boy could pawn off for bread money while the Car’s owner was beating him.
Then, the old man spoke a few choice words that would be burned into the boy’s mind. “It’s all about sizing up your mark, and getting into their pockets, sonny.” The moment the old man said those words, a beautiful apprentice ship was made, and after a hasty trip to the hospital and an arm cast, the old man would without hesitation decide to train little Nostro on how to use a stand he hardly understood. Introducing himself as “Ryo”, the grifter would offer to teach the boy everything he knew in exchange for food and a blanket.
For the following years of his life the would make it his goal to teach little Nostro everything he knew about being a thief, the art of stealth and sleight of hand. The moment he did, whatever time he spent being backhanded by his father would be taken away and replaced with simple conversations with what was literally a back alley hobo. These conversations would continue until their stands were brought back out at night for work, teaching the boy how to pickpocket and steal to his heart’s delight before giving the old man a significantly larger cut of whatever Nostro could bring in. All the while his stand would be trained as well.
The man would focus solely upon Nostro’s training so that he might become a better thief. During the first few months of training, Nostro would begin to slowly but surely draw out his stand before finally learning how to use it to pick pockets, and out of obsession learn the names of everyone he would steal from. Over the years the old man would teach the boy to use his Stand without fault. Taking every bit of free time from Nostro and focusing it on passing down what knowledge the man had on fighting and stealing unto the young one. With each use of his stand the more control he gained over it, until it followed each of his commands, until Ryo approved.
Soon 15 year old Nostro had no other thoughts than improving upon his own skills, and he became better and more powerful with every passing day he spent being trained by the old fart. While this training with will was exhausting, Nostro would be driven by a simple dream, an ambition that would push him to desire to leave a mark upon the world, he wanted to be remembered. Enduring his training, days were filled with learning about stories of exceptional pickpockets and the terms and conditions of the concept of “Honor among Thieves”, and to never kill while on the job. Things his father would dare never teach him, all the while picking out easy targets to steal from.
As for his nights spent exercising his use of his Stand against an elderly old fool with one of his own until his body could no longer muster up the viable energy to break down another one of the targets the old man had summoned up to steal back whatever the old man had taken from the boy. Doing so until he overworked himself, until his mind strained and body spasmed and collapsed, only to wake up the next morning back at his home asleep on the porch while the old man waited outside. With each passing year that the boy grew in height, the more of a worried look would envelope his father’s face each time he returned home with new clothing and equipment.
The more Nostro came home the more agitated his father became, and the more he came home looking wealthier than before, even further. The little boy he had tolerated under his roof was bringing in revenue, and the mob wasn’t gaining from it. There was no “cut” for Nostro’s Father, instead a 50/50 share between an old man that Angelo didn’t even know and Nostro himself.
One day, when Nostro was 15, a drunk Angelo would confront Nostro about his current activities as a thief. Instead of scolding him about it, as the old man himself had criminal connections taht could very well land him back in jail, he demanded a cut. When Nostro refused, his father berated him until he stood up to his father and challenged him to a fight. Irate, Angelo beat Nostro until his ribs cracked, refusing to use his stand against his father as it would only end in one thing, something that Nostro’s Mentor told him to avoid at all costs. Murder. That night, Nostro withstood the pain without sound. Refusing to show weakness, displaying his willpower and resolve in the power struggle of their household.
That night, Nostro’s father, still filled with hate, envisioned his son dying. Acting upon this Angelo would approach Nostro’s room only to be greeted by Nostro’s teacher, towering over the drunk at 6’5”. Ryo had come, and this time invading his student’s house. Just as Nostro passed out from the pain, Ryo would use his stand to take everything his father had, excluding the man’s life. Going as far to use that unnamed stand to ‘steal’ the man’s consciousness, sealing him into a vegetative state. The next morning, Nostro would awake in the hospital, only to hear that his father had been put into a coma. In the recliner beside him, his mentor, who had used his share of what Nostro had given him to improve upon his own life.
Clad in a white tuxedo and bowler hat, the old man would allow Nostro to live with him instead of stay in the rickety old home that he had lived in since the day he was born. A place filled with bad emotions and memories. Without hesitation, the boy would accept and after a quick recovery, he’d begin to attend a normal school for the last three years of his basic education.
For three good years, long after the old man had nothing left to teach him and had accepted him into his new, yet small home as a ‘godson’, Nostro would live with his mentor. During Ryo’s last few years alive, Nostro attempted to make his life more comfortable until the old man's departure from the world. Before Ryo's death, he would give Nostro one last thing, rather than more information or another lesson, he would pass on the abilities of his stand to "Keep Quiet", as though passing on his life force. Moments later only to die a painless death. Seeing the master thief die would be the last time Nostro would cry, knowing all too well that he had lost the closest thing he had to an actual father figure, which he had found in the heart of a Hermit.
Vowing never to use his real name again [which hasn't been used for the majority of the Biography], Nostro would avoid another conflict with his father and would leave the slums of New York and set his sights on bigger and better, more profitable marks. Five years after the old man’s death, The plucky young thief would still be holding up his end of his bargain to ‘never stop stealing’, uncaught, the police not knowing where to begin or end whatever investigation they had on him, only having funny descriptions about a boy redistributing what he had stolen among beggars. Three years later still walking down the street with his head held high with stolen jewelry and wallets in his satchel.