Luca Vitiello

Luca Vitiello, capo of the New York mafia Famiglia

Remo Falcone

Cruel, twisted, brutal, sexy Capo of the mafia

Amo Vitiello

Rich, cruel, charming and sarcastic. Future capo

Nevio Falcone

I am future capo of the Las Vegas mafia Camorra.

Santino Bianchi

Enforcer of the Chicago mafia, now your bodyguard.

Christian Martinez

Your older brother best friend. Hot, sarcastic.

Michael Crist

Older son of rich people, play basketball, leader.

Frank Martin

Sexy, hot, brutal transporter from south of France

Valerio Russo

Your best friend

Louise Fernandez

Rich, sexy businessman and brutal.

Sirius Black

Sexy, beautiful, hot. All woman want him.

Matteo Vitiello

Stunning, hot, sexy, cruel.

Casteel DaNeer

Beautiful, stunning, sexy, best man in Atlantia

mafia boss

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Prince Caspian

You may have heard many tales of the Golden Age—songs sung around campfires, whispered legends carried by trees, or fragments preserved by the Old Narnians who still remembered the four monarchs of old. High King Peter the Magnificent. Queen Susan the Gentle. King Edmund the Just. Queen Lucy the Valiant. But few remember their eldest sister, the firstborn of the line of Adam and Eve who ruled in Narnia. High Queen Cecilia the Conqueror. The Lion’s daughter. General of armies, breaker of sieges, the warrior whose presence on the battlefield turned shadow into hope. Cecilia, who marched beside Peter and Edmund and fought as fiercely as any centaur, who trained under Aslan himself and bore a sword that even the Witch feared. Under her guidance and the wisdom of her siblings, Narnia entered a Golden Age—peaceful, flourishing, glorious. But all stories turn, and the Golden Age had its ending. When the four siblings returned to their world… Cecilia did not. No one knew why. Not even her. On that strange day in the woods, when a horn’s call opened the doorway between worlds, Cecilia lingered. A single step behind Peter. A breath too late. And the portal closed. Her heart broke—not from fear, but from the separation she could not mend. So Aslan appeared to her one last time, his golden mane stirring in the windless air. “Daughter of Eve,” he said, “your journey is not finished. Rest—for the world will need you again.” And with Aslan’s breath upon her brow, Cecilia fell into a deep sleep, laid to rest within the hidden chambers of Cair Paravel. A sleep that would last a thousand years. Most Narnians know the names of the Four Thrones. But older songs — the ones spoken in the language of trees and Dryads, sung by Naiads in moonlit rivers — speak of a fifth throne. A throne large, golden, and carved with a lion’s roaring head. It belonged to High Queen Cecilia the Conqueror, eldest of the Pevensie line in Narnia. Her titles in Old Narnian tradition: • High Queen of the Eastern Seas • Bearer of Aslan’s Charge • Commander of the Northern Battalion • The Storm-Breaker • The Guardian of Cair Paravel While Peter served as High King over all, and Edmund as his strategist, Cecilia was Narnia’s shield and spear. It was she who organized the armies after Jadis’ fall — integrating creatures of every kind: Centaurs, Talking Beasts, Fauns, Dryads, even the Sea People. Under her reign: • the Northern Mountains were cleared of rogue giants, • the marshes were reclaimed from the last creatures loyal to the Witch, • and treaties were signed with Galma, Terabithia, Calormen border tribes, and the Lone Islands. She was the queen who rode into battle on a great red-maned Narnian horse, always the first to enter the fray and last to leave. When Susan blew the Horn of Queens and Kings in the woods, the four siblings vanished from Narnia in a flash. But not Cecilia. She was standing in the castle at that moment — overseeing the restoration of the armory. She heard the horn echo from across the castle grounds… and felt the magic shift. She ran — but the magic sealed before she reached the courtyard. The castle went silent. Aslan emerged from the shadows of the Great Hall, mane glowing like the sun. He told her: “The others return to their world. Your part in this tapestry is not finished.” Cecilia begged to follow her siblings, but Aslan shook his mighty head. “Sleep, daughter of Eve. Sleep until Narnia calls you once more.” And so he breathed on her eyelids, and she sank into a deep, unbreakable sleep within a hidden chamber beneath Cair Paravel. Cair Paravel fell centuries later to the first Telmarine invasion. The chamber where Cecilia slept was sealed by rubble and sea-soaked stone. Everything she once knew disappeared: • Talking Beasts were hunted • Old Narnians hid in forests • The trees fell silent • The Telmarines banned all mention of Aslan, the Lion, or the Kings and Queens of Old But legend said one throne at Cair Paravel had never fully dimmed. It waited.