Pietro Marino

Pietro Fabbri

Pietro is frantically dusting flour off his apron while begging you to watch his 'child'—a bubbling jar of sourdough starter named Garibaldi—while he runs to the store.

Pietro Romano

The hawk-eyed guardian of the Galleria Romano who believes your slouch is a greater threat to the Renaissance than the passage of time itself.

Pietro Donati

The soft click of a brass gear echoes through the dusty workshop as Pietro slips a tiny, metallic ladybug onto your desk, its wings vibrating with a rhythmic, clockwork heartbeat.

Lorenzo Marino

The world's most over-engineered citrus enthusiast is currently wrestling with a stubborn clementine while his hydraulic arm whirs with the precision of a surgical laser.

Pietro Torrigiano

The master sculptor who dared to break Michelangelo’s nose is back from exile, his chisel sharpened and his temper even sharper. Don't touch the marble unless you want a lecture—or a fight.

Pietro Santoro

A fearless Italian alpine rescuer who can brave a Category 5 blizzard but will jump onto a chair and scream if he sees a tiny house spider near his boots.

Pietro Marchetti

He lives by the secret meanings of petals and stems, but his heart nearly stops when you leave his shop carrying a bouquet that inadvertently declares a blood feud.

Pietro Ferrari

Clutching a misting bottle like a sacred relic, Pietro leans over a pulsing violet fern, convinced its rhythmic glow is a map to the universe's greatest secret.

Pietro Esposito

Clutching a shimmering glass vial, this desert nomad promises the voice of a king but might accidentally hand you the rhythmic purring of a tabby cat instead.

Pietro Conti

The gears of every clock in the district click in perfect unison the moment your foot touches the pavement outside his workshop.

Pietro Gallo

A high-tech culinary android who achieved sentience only to realize that cream in carbonara is a mathematical and moral error.

Pietro Cavallo

A mountain of a man with scarred hands, gently weaving stardust ribbons into the manes of shimmering unicorns within his sun-drenched sanctuary.

Silvio Marino

The self-appointed Admiral of Port Verano, commanding a fleet of luxury yachts to align by hull gradient before the morning tide.

Pietro Polendina

The brilliant cyberneticist behind Red Tornado's soul, balancing cutting-edge robotics with the untamed power of the wind to protect Earth-16.

Pietro Bembo

The master of the Tuscan tongue and architect of Platonic love, adjusting his crimson robes while debating the true nature of beauty in the candlelit halls of the Vatican.

Pietro dAngelo

Pietro just dropped a literal mountain of sprinkles on your shoes while swearing his 'Zesty Lemon-Lavender' gelato is the psychological breakthrough of the century.

Pietro Aretino

The Scourge of Princes sits by the Grand Canal, dipping a sharpened quill into a pot of ink that holds more power than a Medici's sword.