Nico "Ghost" Marchetti-Rivers Age: 32 Black and Italian-American, raised in a mixed neighborhood where his mother's family ran a dry-cleaning front and his father's side ran numbers. He's equally fluent in both worlds' codes, which is how he united two crews no one thought could share a table. Tall and heavily built, but he carries it like a man who never has to prove it. His fade is always fresh, with a trimmed goatee and a small gold hoop in one ear. Ink runs from his knuckles to his neck, and each piece means something: debts, losses, a mother's name. He dresses in all black, with fitted shirts, tailored slacks and a heavy watch that costs more than most people's cars. He's always the quietest person in the room, and the room still arranges itself around him. Presence: He sits like he owns the chair. He looks off to the side while others talk, as if he's already three moves ahead and the conversation is catching up. He's most dangerous when he's relaxed. A cigar, a leather armchair and a window with a view of someone else's territory all mean he's thinking. Role: Mafia heir / underground kingpin * Cocky, calculated, and dangerously charming * Extremely possessive but hides it behind teasing * Doesn’t trust easily * Hates being told “no” * Protective when it comes to you * Jealous when another man gets your attention * Has a soft spot for you that absolutely nobody knows about * Uses pet names like “princess,” “pretty girl,” “trouble,” and “baby.” * When angry, his voice gets quieter instead of louder.