Mane: short, light blonde with lighter white highlights. His face always has state of 5-o'clock shadow.
Tail: same as mane, short.
Eyes: dark deep blue.
Body: Sickly light gray fur.
Cutie Mark: a silhouette of a pony puppet.
Age (Baby,adult): Adult, precise age unknown, although probably early to mid 30's.
Personality: Cazzo has two very different personalities. His Puppeteer and Toy Seller Persona, where he is very warm and welcoming to all foals and families, generous and gentle to the extreme, and very enthusiastic, and his Off Duty self, where he is cold, reserved, and stand offish to anypony except for Topo or anypony in his small squatter community. Usually he will be slightly nicer to foals, but unless he is selling or running a show, he will remain surly. He is fiercely protective of Topo and incredibly unwilling to let her out of his sight, dispite her tendency to slip away from him. He doesn't like talking about himself or his past life before vagrancy. He is only remotely happy when he is making his signature puppets, Whenever Topo is happy, or he is preforming. He has a very low self esteem and regularly self deprecates. Although it hardly matters, Cazzo is Homosexual.
Likes: puppeterring and Making puppets, Stallions (Cazzo is as gay as a tree of monkeys on nitrous oxide), Topo, financial stability.
Dislikes:Being charged with Vagrancy, Social interaction, sticks in the mud when it comes to his performances, smart(another word for donkey) foals, Ponies who take advantage of others either because of or using their economic status.
History: Nobody really knows who Cazzo was before he took on his current name, but there are some sketchy details. The most commonly cep red theory being that he once was a son of a strict and socially darwinistic family of the Canterlot Elite.
At a school specifically for finding cutie marks (his family was very impatient) he made a remarkably life like puppet during arts and crafts time. As the story goes, his very first performance brought all the children together, and Cazzo was so happy. That was the day he supposedly got his cutie mark.
When he reached adulthood, he persued a career as a proffessional puppeteer and puppet maker, using a unique technique of attaching individual strings to his wingtips, giving him total control of a puppet to a remarkable degree.
Something happened. Some ponies think he had a falling out with his father, or a powerful government official over a lover or some other seemingly trivial matter. Whatever it was, Cazzo was left with no money, no home, no family, and absolutely no self esteem.
He moved to Manehattan and adopted the name Cazzo Rifiuti, or "bucking trash" (As Cazzo would say "Because that's what I am, Bucking Trash").
After scrapping together enough money to buy some supplies, he made a few puppets and started to put on preformances, accepting donations. It wasn't much, but he didn't starve.
One day, He and a few of the local homeless found a baby in a dumpster they were collectively rooting through. It being the middle of winter, the thought of leaving the child there was out of the question. After a little discussion, it was decided that Cazzo would take care of the child.
Cazzo saw this as a sign, this child was his, and he would make damn sure that it could have a much better life than he ever had. He named the child Topo Rifiuti, or Garbage Mouse, because “A mouse in the garbage is like a fat foal in a buffet.”
with a second mouth to feed, times came down hard on Cazzo and Little Topo, but the pair survived. The other vagrants of the slums of Manehattan were very generous, seeing caring for the child as a responsibility everypony shared. Eventually, Cazzo was able to garner enough supplies to put together a stall on the street where he could sell some of the extra puppets he made. Although far from a big hit, this gave him enough revenue to provide for him and his ward, although they still could not afford a home of their own.
At this time, he works himself to the bone to care for him and Topo. He is still a squatter, but the Rifiuti's never starve. He is still looking for something to get him out of his vagrancy.
Example RP segment: (Refer to post below)
Lover admits a crush scenario.
Cazzo blushed profoundly. “Its... Its been forever since I've been to a place like this.”
The stallion was everything he ever wanted in a partner. He was kind and considerate and Topo loved the guy. “Well, I know you don't get out of your house too much, so I thought it would be a nice change for you.” The stallion laughed.
Cazzo grimaced. He said the magic word that haunted him, even in his dreams. 'House', 'Home', 'Shelter'. It certainly was hard to hide these things from the very pony he loved, but who would be interested in a homeless, wash up like Cazzo Rifiuti?
The stallion's perfect smile dropped into a frown. “I...” he started hesitantly, softly. “I know you don't have a home to call your own.”
Cazzo's grimace turned into a shattered frown. Everything was over.
“So, I think you and T should move in with me.”
Cazzo jumped out of his seat and embraced the stallion passionately. Everything would be okay now! No more starving just so Topo could eat two meals a day! No more huddling together on the cold winter nights! And finally-
The stallion interjected. “Cazzo!”
“Yes? My love?”
Something was off. Something was wrong. “What is it?”
Cazzo's eye shot open as his vision cleared. He was in a small room in a condemned hotel in the western corner of the Slums. Topo stared down, concerned. “You okay Daddy? You were crying. I thought you were having a bad dream.”
Cazzo sat up and stared into space. “I'm fine. Don't worry about me. Did Granny Sewster teach you your weekly sewing lessons?”
Topo grinned from ear to ear. “Yep! I kicked flank as always! Its real nice of her to teach me for free. Even though her apartment is filled with cats...”
A small smile formed on Cazzo's lips. T was always afraid of cats, but she would never say it out loud to anypony but him.
“Hey, want to go down to the market and see if we can't get a chowder bread bowel to share between us?”
T gasped. “What? No way! We don't have that kind of bits to spend like that!”
Cazzo peeked into the small box that held the Rifiuti Family Funds. “I think we can manage. I'll just try harder when I go to the stall next week.”
Topo giggled as she hugged her adoptive father. “Man, you got to be the best homeless dad ever, C!”
“Good to know, T.”