Post by Dante Luciano Marcelli on Oct 8, 2012 2:10:08 GMT -4
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, border-top: 15px solid #3287a1; border-bottom: 15px solid #3287a1; border-radius: 0em 0em 0em 0em; -moz-border-radius: 0em 0em 0em 0em; width:480px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/lcbO2.png), bTable][tr][atrb=vAlign,top][classy=app1][atrb=vAlign, top] [/classy] | [atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 260px; height: 190px; overflow:auto; background-color:#cce1e7; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color:#000000; text-align:justify; margin-top: 30px; margin-left: 50px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px;]FULL NAME Danta Luciano Marcelli NICKNAMES Dante-Butt, no not really he’ll probably try to kill you if you use it. GENDER Male AGE, BIRTHDAY Twenty Three, November Twenty-Third GRADE/JOB Barista MEMBER GROUP Local SEXUALITY Straight PLAY BY Andrew Garfield PERSONALITY Dante is the guy that you love once he’s your friend, but hate while you’re getting there. He doesn’t appreciate being judged so quickly, before people actually get to know him. With that, he’s open-minded himself. He keeps his opinions to himself, but will be highly critical if his opinion is needed.He’s logical in the way that he doesn’t trust emotions to get in the way of his decisions, and would decide with his head rather then his heart. It makes him impersonal at times, where he’s able to just say the brute of what he thinks and landed with him having his foot in his mouth. The phrase, “think before you say it” would be helpful towards him, but tends to open his mouth and yap away before his brain can even catch up to him. They are, after all, other ways to word things; he hates sugar-coating though, and will say what he thinks is logical. He’s curious about the world and how things work. He’s never on a one-way track and tends to change his mind at times. It pisses people off when he’s so indecisive. He changed what he wanted to be as a child over fifty times, his focus shifting to something else, something more new and shiny to him. He wants to take everything in, but can’t. He can’t stand routine and it’s one of the reasons why he hates his job. To see the same people, the same orders, it’s like being stuck in a never ending carousel and looking at the same scenery while going around until you can pretty much predict the motion. Dante likes changes, if we continue with the carousel metaphor, it would be going on a different horse, or a booth maybe. He needs little changes so he can change his point of view with things. He’s not one to live in the past, nor in the present. He thinks about the future, such as what an invention could do ten years from now, even if the said invention is still under production. Dante thinks of it as a way to move forward every day. He may seem detached and impersonal at first, but after awhile he seems like a squishy little teddy bear. He treasures his small group of friends and doesn’t mind not being a social butterfly. He knows how to carry a conversation, but in social situations like parties, he tends to stand in the sidelines. A little get to know about Dante is that he likes to make things, read, pure black coffee, and sour candy. He hates that people think he’s automatically a cold person and vampires as he’s more of a werewolf person.and Ianyone asks ninjas vs. pirates he’ll say pirates any and every day. HISTORY This little story begins with Antonio Marcelli and his sweetheart Alaina Cox. They met in highschool, where Antonio was studying to become a surgeon and Alaina, a psychiatrist. They met through a friend and hit it off, thanks a bit of alcohol.It seemed to turn from a one night thing to a hey, would you move in with me? They found a niche in Aeolus, where yeah, they would have to commute everyday, but it was a nice place. They fit in with the town and were welcomed warmly. They married quite late, both already thirty by the time Antonio proposed. After a month of marriage, Alaina discovered she was pregnant. They were of course, ecstatic. Dante was named by his grandpa who had actually came from Italy. His parents loved the name, and Alaina especially liked that there was a low chance of anyone having the same name in such a small town. They were the picture of a perfect family with a white picket fence and two point five children. Except, they never really covered the other one point five part. They were told it was too dangerous for Alaina to have another child, since her health was in danger while pregnant with Dante. So, Dante was showered by attention, well as much attention two working parents could give. Their schedules usually worked out so one would be home with him at all times and they would all eat family dinners together. His mother would read classics to him at bed, and his dad taught him to build things. Both of the little moments are cherished by him. He discovered his love for working with his hands thanks to them. He was smart kid, surely not a genius, but work hard for the most part. A little procrastination or low grade here or there, but he relatively did well. In college, he juggled around courses and a bunch of other things before setting near the end of his second year. Biomedic Engineering. The medicine field rubbed off of him, but unlike his parents he didn’t want to just save individuals, he wanted the bigger picture. He wanted to help make things that could help progress the field. He was content with his decision, and so were his parents. After graduation, his parents decided to travel and he was fine with that. He was always independent, and he appreciated that they left him the house to live in. So why is he a barista? The procrastination part of personality kicked in, and he’s also deciding. He decided to take a year off of school and contempt on what he should do for graduate school. He was willing to commute as long as it was in state lines and not five hours each day, but he could always just stay in Aeolus. SAMPLE Pierre strolled down the streets, dark shades blocked out the heavy sunlight of California, He decided then and there that he had to stop being so nice and that he should also stop being a push over. He was being used for godsakes, and he, himself, didn't even seem to mind. Thanks to all these thing he was now across country, in sunny California. Why? So he can drag his friend's ass back home or at least somewhere they could keep an eye out and actually know have a clue if she was alive. So he suffered through a plane ride, he was usually fine but the turbulence was so horrible that it reminded him that humans should not be a couple dozen thousand feet above the air in a metal death trap. Now, he had convince her to come home and she was as stubborn as a donkey sometimes. he swore he better have not have come here in vain. Pierre would go to the extremes to bring her back even if he had to do it with unconventional methods or even drag her through the airport while she was kicking and screaming. He then began to wonder how the hell he was supposed to get in the house. He couldn't simply say, "Oh, hello is Ari here? I just need to drag her onto a plane and all the way to New York. Oh, and clear up some personal matters between our families." That wouldn't be a smart move, they would call the police convinced that he was a stalker or a crazy person, maybe even both if he was lucky. He began to pass the same palm tree for the billionth time before he considered himself lost. This was torture for Pierre. The only good thing about it was that the weather was deal able and he wasn't currently sweating buckets. Of course, he wouldn't be in the horrible mood he was in if this was just a vacation. He could relax then, maybe even stay at a hotel for a week or two, but sadly this was't. He was doing his mother and his mother's friends a favor. He didn't mind, but really California and better yet, after his mission was finally completed he would have to jump back on another plane to go back to New York. Where the hell am I? Pierre wandered through the neighborhood making random turns. It was amazing that they gave him the address but yet no directions, and his phone conveniently ran out of batteries. What made it even better was that he left his wallet in the hotel and drove for an hour, before realizing that he would have to search the suburban area by foot if he wanted to have enough gas to make it back. They owed him for this, all of them do. After a good half an hour of futile searching, Pierre finally came across the street by luck. The house number was easy enough, and he ran through the intro of introducing himself to the adults again. Until, finally his prayers were answered. The girl was standing outside, doing whatever. He was saved from having to convince his way through the house. He quickly jogged towards the dark-haired girl. "Ari! I missed you a lot, but you have no idea how much the idea of launching an hour-long rant and making you listen seems so appealing right now." There was no actual threat in his voice though, his one dimpled smile proved it. He was just happy seeing his best friend even if he went through pure and utter torture to actually get to see her. Operation Drag Ari's Ass Back With You: Phase 1 Completed. Phase 2 Begin! |
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hey there! i'm infinity, but please call me fin, and i'm infinity and beyond years old. i've been in this whole roleplaying business for three to four years now, and my other characters include Pierre Long Ass Name. i just have to say Whoot! Used a freebie, I’ll get threading soon >3.
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