Paviche Largo the second born to Rotti's empire, his older brother Luigi had been pretty damn sure he would inherit GeneCO. However Paviche felt he was much worthier, and more Bellissima, his face would be what the peasants would want to admire. Their sister Carmela took the empire; Paviche and Luigi just excepted it as it was.

"Pavi will woo them all with Pavi's beauty!"

Carmela (Amber Sweet) took the reins and steered GeneCo in a less power-hungry direction, and managed to kick her Zydrate addiction also to Pavi's relief. It meant he could finally sleep alone in his bed, without his sister visiting it anymore, when she experienced the effects of the Zydrate.

Paviche always started his morning staring into the mirror he kept on his nightstand, once his fingers wrapped around the handle it practically never left his hand unless circumstances proved otherwise. Funny though that he did in fact still wish for a mirror over his bed, just being able to see his body, "Ahhh that would be a dream."

"That's fucking stupid, you dick-licker!"

"Ah Brother, The Pavi needs it… it would be perrrrraaaafffffecttt-a!"

"You stop acting like such a queer; you don't need a mirror above your fucking bed, you idiot!"

Luigi didn't understand.

"Fratello, you'sa think you'a know how'a Pavi feels? You'a don't!"

Luigi had been picking the dirt out from under his nails with one of his many knives when he had decided to turn it on Pavi instead. "Listen you little shit; you're nothing but a waste of space and any requests as dumb as that just prove it even more. Now get the fuck out of my face and go fuck some dumb GENturn."

"hmph aah as you'a wish Fratello."

Eventually, his feet yearning to meet with the solid ground he'd get out of his lavish, and comfortable bed. A beautifully decorated full-length mirror, he walked over to the mirror, standing to his full height.

"The Pavi looks as ravishing as ever; everything is Magnifique!" Paviche drew his finger to his thighs and ran his hands along his contours until he reached his face, the feeling was not there, only the beauty of it. A face to his face, his disfigured face, Luigi had warned him not to push him and well Luigi pushed Paviche into a shelf ladened with chemicals that could melt bones. Paviche did not hold a grudge against his brother au contraire he relished in the aftermath; it allowed him to look like those pretty GENterns, to take their beautiful faces, and wear them. To become as beautiful as them, maybe even more so, they would still crave him, to sleep with the Pavi was a treat and a privilege.

"The Pavi is so Bellissimo! How could brother Luigi not appreciate just fine art?"

He stood before his wardrobe "Now to find the perfect outfit" searching for his most elegant button-up, his favorite silk vest, he always wore tight pants that showed his bulge, and black boots.

Paviche loved the feeling of fine silk on his body, though slender as he was, he had a nice physique beneath his fancy clothes; however, the bagginess of the sleeves did their job quite well. He checked himself out in the full-length mirror, the way the fabric clung to his body, the silky tresses that dropped to his shoulders, his blood red lips

"The Pavi must always look dashing, Pavi much sparkle."

It would go as such, his white undershirt, he never wore underwear, so his tight pants would manage to crawl up his slender and slightly muscular thighs, then button the top, a spiked belt, his lovely button up, it was light blue with golden hearts, followed by his red silk vest. Standing before his full-body mirror, he took in his visage; it was perfect-a. Slicking back his black tresses he was finally ready to enjoy his morning.

"Ahh Brother, isn't it a beautiful morning?"

"Fuck, off you stupid fuck-face queer! It's 5-fucking-am! Now get the fuck outta my room before I tear out your heart and shove it down your cock sucking throat!"

Luigi pulled the knife out from under his pillow, which he then flung in Pavi's direction. It flew past his head, splitting the second born's dark locks. Paviche gulped, his eyes staring from his handheld mirror and into his brother's blood-shot eyes.

"The morning is too good to waste sleeping in dear brother Luigi! Unless you would allow me to join you under the covers, eh Fratello?"

"You mother fucker! I'll kill you! I'll rip that stupid face off you!"

"Aaahhh, please not the face!"

"GET THE FUCK OUT!"

Paviche fled his brother's room as Luigi threw off his covers and leaped from his bed, another knife he pulled from beneath his pillow gripped tightly in his hand. He heard the door slam behind him. "Ahh brother has no self-control, he nearly ruined my face and my poor hair… Hopefully, it's not too noticeable by the GENturns." Pavi pouted. "Ohhh noo, Pavi looks ugly! This-a won't do!" Paviche could hear his brother swearing and breaking stuff on the other side of the door and took that as his final cue to get away from his enraged Luigi.

Paviche's eyes glued to the mirror, the thought of any part of him not being perfect anymore upsetting him greatly.

"It's not like-a it-a won't grow-a back. However, The Pavi is not pleased by brothers actions. Hmph." The sunlight was coming through the window, and the rays caught in Paviche's mirror, shutting his eyes tightly he was momentarily blinded and stumbled into a hard body in front of him. It's arms reached out and caught onto Paviche before he could fall, his mirror, however, was not as fortunate to be saved and fell onto the floor shattering into many pieces. Paviche gasped in shock; tears pooled into the mask's eye sockets before they spilled forth and ran down the face.

"OHH NOOO!" his voice a shrill cry throughout the building, the person felt Paviche leap out from his arms and got to his knees scooping up the broken remains of his favorite mirror. He could not see past the water filling his eyes and has pretty much become a wailing mess.

"I'm sorry Master Paviche!" said the Repo man.

"You deserve to be punished!"

Strangely as if on cue a cry was heard as the Repo Man fell to the floor, blood pooling around his large body, Luigi atop the Repo Man stabbing away at his face, throat, and torso. Paviche sniffled as he watched his brother murder the man with so much benevolence to avenge his brother's most prized possession.

"You motherfucking bastard, How DARE you make Paviche cry! You broke his fucking mirror! Fucking piece of shit Repo trash!"

"Ahhhh, Luigi! My savior!" swooned Paviche, he watched while Luigi stood up, his tank top, and boxers covered in the man's blood. Luigi wiped away blood from his face and cleaned his knife on the Repo Man's jacket. Pavi looked at his brothers striking figure; he looked, so Bellissimo covered in blood, and the power, the muscles in his arms flexing as he steadied his breathing trying to regain his composure from his moment of rage.

"Pavi fuck off, I'm not queer, so stop!" Luigi shouted turning his knife on his brother pushing the blade up against his throat while grabbing a fistful of the man's black tresses. Paviche shuddered to feel the cold steel against his flesh, he was terrified but excited at the same time. He could feel his pants getting tighter from the closeness, from the heat given off by Luigi. The knife pointed towards his throat, the thought of what it had done, and what it could do to him aroused Paviche in a way he'd never really imagine. However, he knew his brother would rather fuck him up with the knife then actually fuck him, although Paviche would not mind.

"Listen up you little shit-" Luigi saw the bulge that was slowly building, becoming noticeably present. "-Are you Fucking serious?! Pavi? Get that fucking dick of yours under control before I slice it off and shove it up your ass!"

"Oh brother, what a proposition!"

Luigi wanted to kill him, oh god he wanted to, yet he figured a good punch would work too, he hit Paviche with such force that his mask nearly dislodged from his face.