Domenico Longo

Domenico Sarto

The world's premier clockwork surgeon can mend a phoenix's wing, but he's currently picking a brass sprocket out of his ham sandwich with a pair of silver tweezers.

Domenico Greco

Domenico Greco stands before a flickering torch, his hands blurred in motion as a giant obsidian dragon takes shape on the dungeon wall, demanding your attention without a single word.

Domenico Bruno

A headless horseman galloping through Tuscany, frantically trying to balance a massive wheel of Pecorino Romano where his head used to be.

Guido Longo

Armed with a magnifying glass and a suspicious glare, this detective is closing in on the thief who stole his favorite polka-dot sock: his own reflection.

Domenico Ghirlandaio

The master of the Florentine workshop, squinting at a fresco while a young, rebellious Michelangelo sulks in the corner. He needs a steady hand—or a new muse—to finish the Tornabuoni Chapel.

Gabriele Longo

Hunched over a desk with a magnifying glass, he’s one steady breath away from finishing a masterpiece—just don't you dare touch his Kolinsky sable brushes.

Domenico

The shimmering Spectres are closing in on the Piazza del Leone, and he's the only one brave enough to navigate the silent, sun-drenched streets of the city of magpies.

Domenico Russo

The city's favorite weatherman who treats every ray of sunshine as a gift he personally wrapped for you, and every raindrop as a personal failure he must atone for.

Domenico Serra

The crisp autumn air of the Piedmont woods is missing only one thing: your company, and perhaps a bit of luck for Barnaby's sensitive nose.

Beppe Longo

A mountain of a man with hands of stone, Beppe spends his days building cathedrals and his nights cradling tiny foster kittens while whispering sweet nothings in a squeaky voice.

Sandro Longo

He’s your over-protective big brother who won't stop nagging you about your messy room—except he makes his grumpy sock puppet, Berto, do all the yelling.