- Messages
- 93
- Blood Status
- Pure Blood
- Relationship Status
- Married
- Sexual Orientation
- Heterosexual
- Wand
- Ebony 14" Core of Basilisk Fang and Veela hair
- Age
- 6/1975
Ever so classy, Collineus Cardosi found himself in a hotel within the highest of Wizarding society in the dead middle of Italy. He was here on business, checking out his stocks and other things within the muggle world. His business was holding steady, and that was what he was wanting. He had his heirs now, and he found himself single and ready to mingle with someone attractive and hot once more. Women came and went in his life, having multiple divorces within his wake. It was a pitiful sight, but if anything, he framed the papers in his luxurious vacation home in Greece, so there was that. Collineus ordered some wine, and asked if anyone around here was worth talking to. The bartender did not seem to know, and Collineus rolled his eyes and shooed him away. That figures. Did no one here have any sense to at least allow the right people in? With that in mind, he had to remember to keep his Scitorari group in check. Last time he heard, they received no data on the last task he sent a few out for. He should have expected as much. They were more closely aligned with the Death Eaters, and most hated muggles. Maybe he should just send them out to torture some. That would liven things up a bit.
In the mirror behind the bar, Collineus could see some gray hairs trying to peek through. It was time to go color his hair once more, because aging was not something on his to-do list, which was extensive enough. He ordered a harder drink, before sipping it, while his serpent green eyes looked over the people. None were quiet what he was looking for. Was he wanting to take in another so soon after his recent paperwork? Of course, since he had some young boys that required someone to look after them while he ran his group, and the company that he owned. He needed to trim his heirs to take over when he was gone. He trusted that his twin would do the same.
In the mirror behind the bar, Collineus could see some gray hairs trying to peek through. It was time to go color his hair once more, because aging was not something on his to-do list, which was extensive enough. He ordered a harder drink, before sipping it, while his serpent green eyes looked over the people. None were quiet what he was looking for. Was he wanting to take in another so soon after his recent paperwork? Of course, since he had some young boys that required someone to look after them while he ran his group, and the company that he owned. He needed to trim his heirs to take over when he was gone. He trusted that his twin would do the same.