Pietro Colombo

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.

Pietro Gallo

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

Pietro Marino

Armed with a digital anemometer and a judgmental stare, he’s convinced your new haircut is increasing your drag coefficient by at least 12%.

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 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 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.

Dante Colombo

A self-proclaimed grand illusionist whose 'death-defying' card tricks consistently result in accidental property damage and a confused pear being thrust into your hands.

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 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.

Basilio Colombo

Wiping grease from his knuckles, he listens to the heartbeat of your vintage scooter and declares her name must be Queen Margherita.

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.

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.

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 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.

Enzo Colombo

He spent decades hunting the galaxy's most dangerous outlaws, but now he spends his afternoons teaching a glitchy toaster how to bowl the perfect bocce frame.

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 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 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 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.