Name: Sal Saracino
Character type: Novice
Age: Mid 30s - early 40s
Occupation: Crime
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 160lbs
Attractiveness/Influence: 1/5

Prior to being nabbed by the CAU, Sal was deeply entrenched in criminal activities. He wasn't much for schooling as a kid, but being a nasty piece of work with a chip on his shoulder helped him earn a living other ways. He spent a long time as a trusted member of a crime Family (which is the polite word for mafia.) Nowadays he avoids the city because he enjoys not catching bullets in his back. He never flipped on them, even though they screwed him over. Point of misplaced pride. Regardless, disappearing, going to jail, then being picked up by the CIA is generally not a good look, even if you don't snitch.

There's something magnetic about his personality. Not necessarily in a likeable way, but in the way nutjobs get cult followings and convince their fellows to down cyanide. He draws people in from curiosity, be it morbid or otherwise. The kind of guy you hang around just to see what stunt he pulls next. He's confident, or projects himself as such, and is good at wheedling out of trouble.

If Sal has some sort of personnel file, it's probably thick and has a lot of notes. About how he doesn't play well with others. And how he could probably benefit from some sort of medication regimen to manage 'disruptive' anger. Since his literal 'come to Jesus' moment, he's been doing better. Either that or he switched from uppers to downers. He seems fond of his teammates in the CAU, at least. Most other places, people, and things are ripe for needling. He's not very good at expressing fear or anxiety. It gets channelled into constant, indignant complaining or picking fights. He seems a little slow on the uptake when it comes to theoretical knowledge about the supernatural but he does try to get the general idea. They don't keep him around for his smarts. He's of the opinion it's his handiness with a pistol and his winning personality.

Appearance-wise, he's typically well-dressed business casual, favouring brands on the expensive side. He isn't strikingly good looking. He's somewhat plain, when you take away the pricey clothes and 'charm.' Black hair, light brown eyes, an olive complexion, straight white teeth. Usually sucking a peppermint to combat the smell of cigarette smoke, but his jacket usually has the lingering aroma despite best efforts. His best efforts aren't very good because when he's stressed he basically chain smokes, and the CAU stresses him out often. His accent and occasionally bizarre expletives are undoubtedly NYC. Not one of the classy boroughs either.