* &. ERCOLE VISCONTI*

19-20*
*(former during film, latter post-film)
♂ / he him / 5'6"
8/17/42
gay but he refuses it
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ercole is portorosso's notorious pompadoured local bully, and he takes pride in that title. he knows what he wants and how to get it, oftentimes without fail. the town's children are all scared of and subservient to him, and that's exactly how he likes it.

born in the 40s, ercole is the son of an esteemed watchmaker, bearing the much respected surname visconti. after mr. visconti moved to portorosso with his lovely wife as a getaway from the hustle-and-bustle life of the city, they settled and had their first and only child, as soon as the mansion they had built especially for them was completed … nestled in the mountains. the household ercole was brought into was rich, and quite unloving, to say the very least. he had to deal with a lot of neglect growing up, though nobody who witnessed or experienced it would ever call it that. the reason? they were afraid of mr. visconti and his wrath, and the fury they’d face if they even implied he was a bad person was too petrifying; whether it be ercole, mrs. visconti, or the bystanding maids, they were fearful of him. but this fear was misconstrued-- it was framed as respect. the more afraid and subservient you were to mr. visconti, the more respectful you’d apparently be. if you weren’t, you’d be beaten into respecting him. that’s the way it worked, and ercole was no exception to this rule. he’d seen almost every shade of red paint on his father’s face from how angry he’d managed to make him over the years, being met with his violence and abuse so much more compared to anyone else in the household.the only bit of love he could ever recall from his childhood was from his grandmother, who he simply refers to as nonna. nonna didn’t live anywhere near portorosso, more in southern italy. she lived in mrs. visconti’s hometown, and made several visits a year to see her grandson. she was gentle, and ercole latched onto her like a leech, feeding off of the love and attention she gave him that nobody else would even think to offer. she was gentle, and shunned his parents for treating him so poorly, especially her daughter. she would claim that ever since she got with that american she turned so snobby and full of herself. ercole didn’t understand at the time, but it made no difference to him. he was only glad to be around nonna. she gave him a glimpse of a normal childhood: she took him out into town, she would get him gelato, they’d go to the beach, she’d even let him play with the other children. she would even be there for him when he fell and hurt himself, and would show him sympathy, and make him feel all better. his parents never would do that. they only scolded him for being so reckless, and made him feel even worse. but nonna cared-- nonna did her best for him. on days he was tired, or it was cold, nonna would wrap around him a pink, wooly sweater. ercole adored this sweater. it was all the right kinds of comfort and warmth, and nonna noticed how he latched onto the cloth so quickly. she brought it every time she came, and let him hold it and wear it. these were some of ercole’s earliest and most vivid memories from his childhood, the ones that weren’t so bleak and lifeless.but, good things must come to an end, or at least near an end. as mrs. visconti grew more and more sick of her mother scolding her and the way she raised her son, she and her husband agreed to stop paying for her visits. if she wanted to see her grandson, then she’d better figure out a way to do it herself, they would claim. visits, from then on, grew more and more sparse. ercole wasn’t patient with the change. he’d wait weeks, expecting her to pop in the doorway and hug him any day now, but she rarely did. the boy would throw fits, begging and screaming for his nonna when he needed a hug or when he was sad. she was the only one that showed him that care, and he didn’t know how to cope with the feelings without her help. unfortunately, these tantrums were always met with anger from either/both of the visconti parents, shouting back at him and hitting him, as if a good strike or jostle would calm him down.
as her visits grew more infrequent, they eventually ended altogether after she passed in her sleep. ercole couldn’t wrap his 6-7 year old mind around the concept, and seemed to block out the idea he'd never see her again. when his parents went south of italy to figure out what to do with her belongings, they had brought ercole, after he threw enough fits about it. the little boy found that pink sweater in his nonna’s house when they made it there, and he kept it ever since then.life goes on. ercole’s first and only source of love is gone, and he’s forced to deal with a cold and violent household all on his own, with no support or shoulder to lean on. the boy picked up on those crude, abusive behaviors as he grew older, knowing only how to deal with problems the “masculine”/”manly” way (as his father put it). no tears, no emotions, if you have a problem, then you ought to be brutish through it. he learned really no coping mechanisms either, and could only express his feelings through anger and violence, and otherwise had to be bottled up. this drove ercole to be a somewhat quiet and very lonely child, not because he wanted to have zero friends (despite what he’d claim), but because he scared everyone off. to his peers and teachers, talking to him or trying to be friendly was a lost cause. if you so much as spoke to him in a tone that indicated you were comfortable with him, or you looked at him even a little judgmentally, he'd be right down your throat. ercole would lash out and make you regret ever trying to associate with him. he’d bully you before you got the chance to even form a first impression, too afraid of what they could be thinking of him, so he makes his own image. it was better to personally determine what everyone thought of you rather than not know at all.this carried on into his middle school and high school years, though he grew out of being particularly quiet. ercole got into the habit of saying anything and everything on his mind, not knowing and not caring when to shut his mouth, or keep his opinions to himself. nobody would stop him anyways. peers had to deal with him and his rudeness, and adults could only shake their head or at least try to get him to quiet down… but everyone knew it would have no effect.and it’s around this time that ercole starts to wonder why nobody respects him. why does nobody cower before him when he enters the room? don’t they know who he is? he’s the son of the mr. visconti! everybody else in this silly little public school were nothing but nobodies, it was preposterous to ercole that none of them paid attention to him, and it infuriated him greatly. even if he didn't realize it/would never admit it, this came from a sort of need for everyone to love him. he’d been neglected of it for so long, and he’d rejected every single offering of it out of fear… so how could he force it, in a way that wasn't going to make ercole seem like a pushover? well, the answer was simple: violence. it had worked for his dad, hadn’t it? with his big mouth and his starting-to-come-out-of-his-shell, ercole began to let himself be known. he associated with people, but not for any good means. he forced attention onto him whenever he could, forcing himself to not let their groans bother him and relish in it, rather. ercole took any bit of attention and thrived off of it. and if someone didn’t agree with his slowly taking over of the class, that’s when he got physical. he proved his worth, he proved how he was so much better than his classmates. he would pull them aside and hit them, showing no mercy, copying moves his dad had used on him that got him to the ground. ercole hesitated none to plant fear and anxiety into anyone he felt needed a bit of adjustment, and adored when they trembled at just the sight of him, taking it as them finally learning a bit of respect.by this point (being late middle school), ercole was certain he’d never have friends. he already had nobody to really talk with, so it only further supported his conclusion. he was fine with this, though. he didn't want to talk to them either. even if he didn’t have friends, at least he was slowly growing his army of bullying victims who would bend over backwards for him out of fear (that he would call respect). he was content with this, for the most part. even if he was slowly getting worse and worse, ercole had made a name for himself! even if it was connoted with evil. nobody wanted to associate with him and would avoid him at all costs, so ercole took this as them knowing he was too good for them. ego inflated --- he simply went on like this for a good while. that is, until a peculiar character began following him around nonstop. a black haired short kid, who went by the name ciccio.it was … beyond bizarre to ercole, to say the least. he could only vaguely recall seeing this boy in the past, but he must have been one of the kids he hardly bothered with. (maybe ercole assumed he was already being bullied, judging by the fact he was 1. fat and 2. he seemed to... also be a pretty lonely kid.) regardless of ercole trying his hardest to drive him away, ciccio simply wouldn't leave him alone, it seemed. the boy was ... almost desperate to be his friend, and it truly confused ercole. before this, ercole had promised himself he'd never let himself be friends or grow close with anyone --- he was too terrified of rejection to deal with friendships, as it was clearly something that came as a byproduct. no matter who it was, he promised he'd push them away, no matter what it took. still, this was before someone openly expressed wanting to be his friend. nobody had ever told ercole how much they admired and liked him as much as ciccio had. it was certainly something that confused, yet flattered him, and it hit a soft spot in his cold heart he didn't know was there. not to mention, no matter what he did, he couldn't seem to be mean enough to bring down ciccio's spirits.and so, he'd relented. he let in someone, for the first time in probably ever. at first, ercole only used him, for lack of better words. determined to not let himself be comfortable with anybody, he took advantage of ciccio's subservience to have a sort of sidekick to do his bidding. inside school, ciccio ran around and followed ercole's every orders: did his homework, fetched his lunch, teamed up with him on bullying others, among other things. outside, things were relatively the same, except it didn't take long for ercole realized something: ciccio wasn't entirely useless, he could help ercole compete and win the portorosso cup! winning the cup solo was almost impossible, and ercole hadn't been able to do it for the past several years. but with ciccio's help, he was sure they'd be able to do it! they trained, day in and day out, and after losing just one cup together, they were finally able to win in 1956, beginning ercole's 5 year championship!during that span of continuous wins, ercole and ciccio go into high school, and ercole could never admit it but ... he was growing more and more fond of ciccio. at first, he'd only seen him as a lackey, but as they hung out more, ercole couldn't bite back calling him his friend. his first friend. ciccio was the very first person to stick around like this and so excitedly, and he was awfully sweet... and smart... and athletic... and handsome ⸻ did friends usually feel this way towards each other, he would wonder? the answer was always simple: of course not. ercole could quickly recognize these thoughts as homosexual-like impulses, and knew better than to indulge in them. because, growing up, his parents had planted it in his mind that it was wrong to think this way, that being gay was repulsive and against the lord, and he always felt horrible for it. ercole tried to repress these feelings, convincing himself he was vile and perverted, but ... it was hard to stop that pitter-patter in his heart whenever he looked at ciccio and whenever they had a graze of contact, and call him crazy, but something in him was telling him that ciccio could feel the same...?as ercole's comfort with ciccio grew stronger than he could've ever planned, he started to feel he could open up to him. it was hard at first to unbottle some things, but in the secrecy of either of their bedrooms (depending on whose turn it was to host these forbidden meetings of theirs), it was almost a perfect, mischievous setup to break down into vulnerability in front of each other. they whispered secrets, night after night, pouring out feelings and worries they'd never told anybody else (and probably would never tell anybody else). ercole quickly found out he wasn’t the only man who felt emotions. he found out he wasn’t the only person suffering in the world, and ciccio discovered the same. this cathartic process brought forth tears for the both of them, only strengthening their bond to something unimaginably blissful, something neither of them knew they needed in their lives… and ercole soon found out that ciccio returned his feelings. after the confessions, they indulged, often with shame and uncertainty, in loving one another. small touches, butterflies in their stomachs, too afraid to do anything drastic but yearning so greatly. they did what they could to get their fill, while still nervous like a couple of shy kids. they would never do this in public, of course. only in the private sanctum of their bedrooms could they be this way. in public, ercole forced himself to pretend that didn't matter as much to him as he really did. it pained him to do this, but ciccio understood, so it worked out, for the most part. even if being friends with one man and one man only made people suspect they were gay, they had no definitive proof. even if ercole might have been legitimately hatecrimed here and there over it, he can take a beating. he has in the past, so it wouldn’t be anything new to him. he would take as many beatings as possible if it still meant he could be around ciccio.it's also around this time that he experiences this. heavy trigger warning.they continue these secret rendezvous, ercole graduates, and he decides to still live with his parents. and he plans to continue living with them, despite their urging he gets a job. but what was the point? his parents had enough money to sustain all of these maids, their actual family, and to indulge in so many luxuries, why can’t he just keep living with them? it made no sense. either way, it wasn’t like they made a strenuous effort to get him to move out … they only yell at him for being an immature manchild, which he simply brushes off (he had better things to worry about than their opinion of all things). they would forget the big deal by the next day, anyhow.
whilst living his life, it’s in the late 1960s that a new member of the household is introduced. guido, his younger cousin from his father’s side, is forced into the visconti house. ercole could never recall for the life of him exactly why (if there was ever a true reason) he had to move in, but he was staying with them for a bit, something about learning a thing or two from ercole. this, of course, didn’t please him at all. his mother forced ercole to have guido come along on his adventures, being a role model for him. but he was nothing of the sort. ercole hated guido with a burning passion, and made that fact known. whenever guido would do something wrong, ercole took the chance to put him in line, hitting and beating him whenever he got the chance. he became a sort of punching bag for the man. ercole took out his frustrations on him, blamed him for every wrong in his life, and made sure guido never left the house with another nasty bruise. he was just about as important to ercole as the gunk under his shoe. it was just what he deserved, in ercole’s eyes, for intruding on his life. if he wasn’t so weak, maybe ercole would have treated him nicer, maybe he could fight back and prove his worth. alas, he was just another lackey on ercole’s team … another victim to his bul

since he has to balance carrying around another goon, ercole sort of forces himself to push ciccio to the side. it would be the end of him if he made it apparent he had a favorite, as it would most likely out him as liking ciccio a bit too much. to the unknowing eye, ercole just seems like he has two loyal sidekicks, but in reality ― he has an awfully strained relationship that he has to keep under wraps with one, and the other? well, he’s simply beat him into being so loyal and unquestioning. guido knew what would happen if he did. ercole didn’t even realize, though, that he was pushing ciccio away so much. he couldn’t even tell that he was becoming more rude as time went on, and that it carried over to how he treated ciccio. the way he treated him like a real friend seemed to dwindle away slowly, and their private times together were becoming more and more sparse. perhaps ercole was getting insecure about the being-in-love thing, or perhaps he was becoming more scared of being caught, but either way … ciccio was gradually becoming just another lackey to ercole. he still loved him dearly, but he was losing sight of himself.nevertheless, no matter of his worsening, ercole continues living, and with his two obedient goons, he’s able to do basically anything he wants without a care in the world! especially with the fact that adults still don’t seem to stop him when they’re taunting their children, nor do they care. all they can do is shake their heads and turn a blind eye, knowing whatever was in their power wouldn’t be enough to stop him. said children are all either scared of or hate ercole, but they know better than to stand up to him, for they know what would happen if they did. *does he pick fights with those his age? **absolutely not *⸻ that’s a death wish for him! he can’t actually fight with people his size, so he targets the smaller crowd for whatever boost of superiority and control it gives him. with this plan in mind, ercole runs about portorosso (with ciccio and guido following close behind), spreading his reign of terror everywhere he goes, living his best life!

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* &. AUS*

all of the verses listed are just exclusive aus i have with certain muns, and others can interact with it if they please! whether that be through asks or whathaveyou. the muse of the blogs listed though are the only interpretation of that muse i'll be writing that au with.au - miscxllany: I HOPE I LIE & TELL EVERYONE YOU WERE A GOOD WIFE, I HOPE YOU DIE‚ I HOPE WE BOTH DIE. bioau - espektros: i know my whole life, i'll be remembering you. ernesto and ercole, childhood friends for a good week, but once separated, had never forgotten one another.

au - espektros: insert quote for good ending au. bioau - timberfell: massicole timeline. bio

* &. VERSES*

pre - movie : ynow, before the events of the movie. can be in any point in time, high school or childhood or whatever.during - movie : at any point in time during the movie's events, between scenes or before or right after, you get it.post - movie : ercole has basically been left all alone but he still pretends he's hot shit. still bullies kids lol cant stop the swag. most interactions will default to this verse

catboy : he's. literally just a catboy. idk what to tell youmodern (suggestive warning) : i mean, he's basically the same, just somewhat less homophobic! he still refuses to address his sexuality though. still a rich a-hole who picks on kids, but not technically jobless! in his spare time, he uploads to his onlyfans and 'streams' on twitch! and sometimes, he even has guests! how fun !! it's ridiculous how popular his social media is when he's been cancelled over 5 times. also he still lives with his parents. they're not allowed in his room.sea monster verse click to view his sea monster form : the viscontis are sea monsters in hiding, right under everybody's noses. ercole certainly is no exception. the thing is, every visconti, growing up, is told to be ashamed of their genes, that their sea monster-ness is something to be disgusted by and it should be hidden. any mere mention of it was frowned upon, and god forbid you so much as show your nasty scales to anybody. this drilled-in shame ercole held gave him a special resentment for sea monsters, wanting nothing more than to slaughter a stray one, to kill his own kind. the notions of others like him repulsed ercole. he was good at hiding his sea monster-ness, his family having found a way to semi-waterproof their skin many decades ago―but it wasn't foolproof. his true colors were exposed in the fountain at the end of that race, the rain having etched off most of the waterproof "lotion"... being splashed by the fountain water completely wiped it away, and now everybody knows who he truly is. with the knowledge public, ercole feels dirty in his skin, and refuses to talk about it even for a second.alternate sea monster verse: born and raised underwater, ercole visconti is a sea monster living some ways away from the isola de mare. the viscontis, themselves, are a noble family of sea monsters… well, they were. generations ago, the viscontis were known to defeat and possibly slay land monsters that posed a threat to their village. nowadays, that’s not so much the case. the viscontis live a life of luxury (or as luxurious as it gets in this little village), laid back and piggybacking off of the respect the name ‘visconti’ holds. despite his parents being held to some high regard, ercole hasn’t quite earned this same respect, taking into account the reputation he’s given himself. he often goes around causing trouble, having his own fun and providing really nothing to their small society.
there’s one thing he’s quite known for, though. just a bit of time ago, ercole had fought a land monster hand-to-hand, and took his harpoon as a reward and proof of his bravery! that’s what ercole claims anyways. he’d never tell the truth, but in reality, he actually had the harpoon thrown at him by a land monster when he’d gotten too bold one night, and ercole ran around lying about the events for a morsel of respect and admiration. some people believed him, others didn’t give him the time of day, but he still kept to his story. it would be very rare to see ercole prance around without his harpoon.
as his story came under scrutiny, ercole challenged himself to go to the surface and capture a land monster himself… as proof of his masculinity and maturity. though he didn’t tell anyone about his mission, he’s secretly going on trips daily to the human town, analyzing people and figuring out where to start when it came to catching a land monster.
inspired by this.banished to the deep: the visconti son is a sort of forgotten soul. many years ago, he’d been sent to the deep, having done something so deplorable and so disappointing that nobody in the family dared to speak of. he’d been disowned, essentially. ercole was that son. there wasn't a real explanation given as to why what he done was so bad, but they banished him either way. they didn't give the time and day for "folk like him."
he'd been in the deep for just nearly half of his life now, and has long since forgotten what the sun looked like. when he was first sent down there, he was scared, cold, and alone... he couldn't see, and tried on numerous occasions to get back to normal waters, but the young boy couldn't manage. over time, he's adapted and overcome this foreign place, and learned to live on his own. he's grown cold, untrusting of anyone. there aren't exactly "friends" in the deep.
sometimes, he still thinks about going back to more shallow, clear waters, but he knows it would be a waste of breath. there'd be no place for him, and he has nowhere to go. besides, nobody's missed him (he was sure).alberto visconti verse : that's right. as it turns out, ercole and alberto have been long lost siblings this whole time. after being married to ercole's mother, noemi, and having ercole, their father found themselves having an affair with a sea monster lady on the island. he didn't want another kid, didn't plan on it ― but she ended up having a child, alberto. mr. visconti wasn't really there for them at all, preferring his human family, of course... once alberto's mother died tragically, though, he was left with no choice but to at least attempt to raise him while still spending most of his time with his human family... and he accomplished this by really only coming to provide the boy with essentials- food and such- to keep him alive. once he felt the boy was old enough to be on his own, he quickly abandoned alberto.
of course, timeskip a couple years, post-race... alberto recognizes his father as he came into town, and lo and behold... he's also ercole's father. with a reputation to uphold and a sudden obligation, their father takes alberto into the family, of course begrudgingly for all of them. ercole is adjusting to the fact he has a little brother now, let alone it being alberto. it's an adjustment for sure, but they're making it work somehow.
exclusive alberto to this verse is stasammen's albertowreck it ralph verse : ercole's the "bad guy" of the latest game based off the latest movie, luca! simply put, it's compiled of several minigames based off of scenes in the movie, and if you pass them all you get to compete in the portorosso cup! the only problem there is that you have to outpace ercole, whose npc is oddly very difficult. but if you win, then props to you!
(this verse is basically just for interacting with characters in the wreck it ralph/ralph breaks the internet universe)overdog verse : wip! exclusive giulia to this verse is timberfell's/lance's giuliasquid game verse : the visconti company has been failing these past few years; they’d never told anybody, but they were struggling quite a bit. making a new sale was few and far between, and they were slowly creeping towards debt, hardly keeping up with all the money they owe others.
ercole wasn’t there to see it happen and only heard about this from them, but at some point in time, his parents were offered a brown business card ― shapes on the front, a phone number on the back. leave for a few days, play a couple of games, win big money. it was a simple proposition, and when his parents brought up the idea for him to compete for them, he was sold almost immediately. ercole always loved to win prizes, and if he could win this competition (presumably against many people), then he’d save his parents company, be loved by them and regain the respect and adoration of all of portorosso! it felt simple, really. it sounded simple. so it surely was, right?
and so, he rang up the number, signed up for the game, and―after going to the designated meeting place―was brought to the meeting place overnight. upon awakening, he noticed that on his change of clothes, plastered for all to see, read the digits : 002.ercole madrigal/encanto verse: part columbian, part italian, you'd be surprised to find out such a bitter and hateful man could be apart of the family madrigal. but he is! as it seems, ercole is none other than the estranged twin brother of luisa, son of julieta and his padre. shortly after his and luisa's birth, julieta and padre had separated, padre taking ercole off to italy with him and julieta finding love in agustin instead. of course, it wasn't long before he had an eventual return to columbia, but only for a short while, as he had to claim his gift from the miracle... but after that, he was gone for the next 14 years.
but into the encanto ercole returns, 19 years old and ready to 'reconnect' with his lovely family! he'd heard all his life about these madrigals, and figured now was as good of a time as any to find out more about this side of the family. he's no sweetheart, of course, coming into the place as if he owned it ― but the long lost madrigal is back! who could it hurt to welcome him?his gift is the ability to duplicate/clone himself, endlessly. his clones have a mind of their own to an extent, but remain subservient to him and bend to his every will! he's only ever used his gift to benefit him and treat himself almost like a king, having servants run around doing everything he tells them to. returning to the encanto, you can imagine his despair in finding out he's expected to use his gift to help other people...
(here's a little visual of the family tree including ercole, for easy understanding)

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