Post by Darky on Nov 16, 2009 1:47:29 GMT -5
`GIOVANNI ALBERTO CARLOTTA!
where are you now?
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``FULL NAME Giovanni Alberto Carlotta
``NICKNAMES Gio
``AGE seventeen
``GENDER male
``SPECIES Posesser
``POWERS
Gio can raise anything that has died that's the size of a large spider or bigger, and control it. If the creatures have fully decayed their bones will turn to a dust which when it large enough quantities will strip flesh. This ability is something that's harder for him to control and he rarely uses it due to it's dangerous properties. Wheter or not those who have passed on like it they are compelled to follow his orders
Mediumship - Gio has access to all information the dead posess, however he must know them by name and what they look like to talk to them. Sometimes he can even allw the dead to talk through him
``ETHNICITY Italian
``RELIGIONAgnostic
``SEXUALITY Bisexual
``STATUS single
``OCCUPATION OR GRADE Junior
``PLAYED BY Luke Pasqualino.
cause i'm thinking of you
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``CHARACTER NAME LIKES[/color]SIBLING NAMESAnthony Carlotta Jr. (Tony to Gio) - 19
Sweet things
Snow peas
Skateboarding
Getting drunk
Parties
Most music but heavy metal or country
Rodents
Coffee
People
Making friends
``CHARACTER NAME DISLIKES
Studying
Books
His abilities
His brother
When people are upset around him
Root vegtables
Small dogs
People who feel the need to prove how powerful they are
``FEARS
Being in pain
Death
Loosing a family member
``SECRETS
He isn't always who he pretends to be, he doesn't drink for fun, he does it to forget who he is
``GOALS
To be able to see his family again without them being afraid of him, or anyone for that matter once they know what he can do
``PARENTS NAMES Mother's name;; Isabella Carlotta - 45
Father's name; Anthony Carlotta - 47[
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Maria Carlotta - 15[/size][/blockquote]
you showed me how
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``PERSONALITY[/color]
Gio's a pretty chilled guy under normal pressures. He laughs a lot and tries to keep everyone else laughing as well, avoiding conflict. He is quick to scare though and is far from being a hero. He's the life of any party, but the last you'll find when anything goes wrong. Gio has his issues with confidence being the black sheep in his family but is a total optimist, everything is a-okay, well as long as he's not terrified, then all that optimism goes out the window. In a way Gio is a very repressed person, having had a lot of pressure placed on him as a child to be like his older brother Gio finds it hard to rebel and tries to avoid confrontation making him very nervous about using his powers at all, and yet if he doesn't he'll lose control of them and can cause harm to himself due to his seizures and frequent headaches. He can be a little shy at first due to his embarrassment over his abilities but given half a chance he'll talk your ear off.
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how to live like i do
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``HISTORY[/color]
Gio was born in Italy to an Italian mother and Irish father. He was thought both Italian and English from a young age. His life was pretty classic for maybe the first five years of his life. Fights with his brother, doted on by his mother and occasionally bullied in the school yard
Gio had never once been on good terms with his father. His father hadn't wanted more kids, and Gio was seen as the scrawny dumb one in the family which did not endear his father towards him in anyway. Even when he was little he was a cluts, falling over his own two feet half of the time, and having migraines the rest. Gio's abilities started to kick in when he was five when the family dog died. He was tragically upset when they buried her in the back garden. He wished that night that she would come back to them as he cried into his pillow. That morning he woke to the sight of muddy prints all over the floor and his dog sitting on the chair across from him wagging her tail happily. Gio shouted with joy thinking his wishes had been answered, but his parents were terrified, they pulled him away from the creature and brought her outside where his father shot her.
His father screamed at him never to do that again. What was dead had to stay dead dammit. Gio swore he wouldn't. and he really tried to keep to that. But a power is not something easily hidden. Ever hear the term road kill? Every morning, or sometimes during the day everything which had died within a mile of the house would decide to pay him a visit. His parents were of course livid about this, but they didn't know what to do. They told him he was a monster, and he well believed that, hell they didn't even need to tell him. But his brother Tony was the worst about it. He'd do anything to make Gio's life miserable about it, partly because he was afraid of what Gio was doing , and he was jealous.
Maria was born a year after the move when Gio's father had relocated the family so he could get a new job. When Gio was thirteen he had his first seizure in the middle of school while outside every buried animal in the school rose up and started scraping at the windows of the classroom, the sudden exhertion of pent up power triggered a fit.
Gio was placed on medication and was diagnosed with epilepsy. He did quite well but still had the occasional fit when there were flashing lights or something. His parents moved him to the other side of the house. Sick from the smell of decay and frightened of anything that would come to visit him. They prohibited him from going to school or associating with many people. He did have one friend who didn't speak English very well and had just moved to the country, but even he went away after awhile. Things became rough when his grandmother died. He was allowed to go to the funeral, but that had been a very bad idea. Bodies started raising themselves up out of their graves, his grand mother included and started saying goodbye but everyone was too busy running from her. Gio wasn't scared, never had been, it was what he was, he was connected with the dead. But his family sure as hell were. After the incident the Blackthorne Academy requested his attendance and his parents jumped at the chance to be rid of him [/size][/blockquote]
if it wasn't for you
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It was eight in the morning. Charles was always here early to set up the place for the staff in the various other shops that would come here for breakfast. He switched on the coffee machine, intending to sneak a cup and a cigarette before his shift started, or the boss caught him. Charles was one of those people who couldn't even think straight without a whores breakfast of coffee and cigarettes. By sneaking it at work he saved money for rent, which in truth was the main reason why he came in so early. Charles turned on all the lights and the radio, heated up the ovens and hobs for the cooking staff before grabbing a cup of coffee and sneaking out the back door.
Standing outside in the cold morning with a cigarette in one hand and a cup of hot fresh coffee was Charles ideal morning. He hated when he rained in the morning more then any other time of day because it meant he had to stand out in it or skip his cigarette until lunch, which was not an option for him. Taking a deep drag of the cigarette he felt his senses almost physically relax before he looked up at the clear summer sky, the colour of powder blue.
Charles smiled a little before taking the last gulp of coffee and stubbing the cigarette out under foot. He wondered inside at half past eight, just the time for everyone to start arriving. Charles left the cup in one of the sinks for the bus-boys to deal with, they never asked about the mysterious cups in the morning and Charles never brought them up. The chef had just arrived and was starting to pre-cook for the expected customers, sure not all of them would show up every day but if they didn't someone else was bound to order the pre-cooked food.
Charles wore a black t-shirt and jeans, with an apron around his waist where he carried his note book and pen for taking orders. There was no set uniform other then any black t-shirt and jeans as some of the people, Charles included, just couldn't afford to buy uniforms for under the table jobs like this. A new waiter of waitress was scheduled to join this morning ritual after the last one left to go to a grind school. Charles hated the new staff, they always screwed up the orders, or dropped things, and the rest of the staff would then be blamed for not warning them about the one patch of the floor where a child dropped their drink or something. Yeah chances were this was going to be a nightmare. Charles took a seat in one of the booths waiting for all the staff to arrive so that they could open.
Standing outside in the cold morning with a cigarette in one hand and a cup of hot fresh coffee was Charles ideal morning. He hated when he rained in the morning more then any other time of day because it meant he had to stand out in it or skip his cigarette until lunch, which was not an option for him. Taking a deep drag of the cigarette he felt his senses almost physically relax before he looked up at the clear summer sky, the colour of powder blue.
Charles smiled a little before taking the last gulp of coffee and stubbing the cigarette out under foot. He wondered inside at half past eight, just the time for everyone to start arriving. Charles left the cup in one of the sinks for the bus-boys to deal with, they never asked about the mysterious cups in the morning and Charles never brought them up. The chef had just arrived and was starting to pre-cook for the expected customers, sure not all of them would show up every day but if they didn't someone else was bound to order the pre-cooked food.
Charles wore a black t-shirt and jeans, with an apron around his waist where he carried his note book and pen for taking orders. There was no set uniform other then any black t-shirt and jeans as some of the people, Charles included, just couldn't afford to buy uniforms for under the table jobs like this. A new waiter of waitress was scheduled to join this morning ritual after the last one left to go to a grind school. Charles hated the new staff, they always screwed up the orders, or dropped things, and the rest of the staff would then be blamed for not warning them about the one patch of the floor where a child dropped their drink or something. Yeah chances were this was going to be a nightmare. Charles took a seat in one of the booths waiting for all the staff to arrive so that they could open.
i don't know what i'd do
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``YOUR NAME Darky
``NICKNAMES Darky
``WHERE CAN WE CONTACT YOU? naomi09p@hotmail.com
``WHERE DID YOU FIND US? proboards support.
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kkbye!
credit and you will die! Lyrics credit to Honor Society!
kkbye!
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