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PLAYER INFORMATION
NAME/ALIAS: FIN
PERSONAL JOURNAL: faded_neko
AGE: 18
OTHER CHARACTERS IN THIS RP: Enough :|
PRIMARY LANGUAGE: FUCK DAT SHIZZLE UP
CHARACTER INFORMATION
SERIES: Lucky Dog
NAME: Ivan Fiore
GENDER: Male
CHARACTERS JOURNAL: ivanfiore Creative, I know :|
AIM SN:
CANON AGE: 22 CROSS AGE: 22
COLLEGE YEAR/TEACHING POSITION/PROFESSION: MOBSTER/MAFIA MAN
CHARACTER WRITTEN PORTION
BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF PERSONALITY: Initially? A bit of a yandere who turns out to be far more of a tsundere if you really get to know him. He's young, irrational, homophobic and tempered. Despite all this though, the kid does have one hell of a punch. He'd rather go down in a fit of fury then be taken out like some other chump. Hell no! He will fight to the bitter end, claim his dominant role even if it means he has to…. to… He's not gay okay? Even if he does end up sleeping with a guy it's just to prove that he's stronger then them, got it? Good. >:|
But really, the guy is lives in one of those dog eat dog worlds, the real tough life where it's kill or be killed. All he really knows is that dominating could save his life to some extent. Love and emotions? They have no place in a world like that. That's part of the reason he has such a hard time accepting his homohomo escapee friends. He doesn't realize that love is love despite age or gender. To him, love is on the same level as lust and he'd sure as hell rather get off to the norm of hot female ass and tits compared to… *cough*Gian*cough*
It's not nearly as respected in the dirty business. It makes you look like a sappy wuss in the eyes of others so until Ivan discovers that he could eventually make him look tougher, he's going to reject love and those awkward urges as much as he can. >:|!
But really, he does want that love. He's just really afraid of excepting it Someone needs to show him the waaaay. The only thing he can really show his love for despite what anyone has to say? His mercedes! Bitches best bow before it's glory. He loves that thing beyond belief as it is probably the only thing in his life that hasn't ever done anything to offend him.
BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF APPEARANCE: His hair is a very light, if almost periwinkle white/grey despite being someone so young. Given proper lighting, it is more likely then not a bleach blond. He has a single piercing on his left ear and a 'CR-5' tattoo on right shoulder. Fairly well built in terms of tone and body structure too~
BRIEF IN-GAME HISTORY: Born and raised in the streets of Manhattan, Ivan learned to live the rough life right from the get go. His uncle was the head of a gang there in the city so to make things easier on himself, he adopted himself into the group and made a real killing at it. No real formal education was managed for Ivan as he learned all he really needed from his old man, his uncle and his 'brothers'. It wasn't until his uncle began telling him of the rich stories of Italian mafia (a part of his own ancestry) that Ivan found himself a goal besides the dull task of beating the snot out of goons for cash, day in and day out. Joy rides, stolen vehicles, weaponry and all that good stuff followed, naturally.
Sweet sixteen was just that sweet. His uncle, being the generous man that he is, gave Ivan the opportunity to explore the world a little more then he might have been otherwise inclined. He was off to spend the next six years mastering the italian language and joining the mafia. THE YOUNGEST IN THE CREW, not that it bothered him as he earned a respectable title soon enough, found the car of his dreams and then found himself planted in jail with four other dudes which spurred off the rest.
They were the five top dogs in publicly known mafia groups in Italy. Clearly they are all a bit cocky for not making any effort to hide such facts but hey, a little fear factor never hurt the public, right? Either way, they were all stuck in some shitty jail where the officers and wardens were all faggy creepers. Initial stance was to find a way to break out and within a week of daily meetings and planning, everything seemed to fall into place. Destination set; they aimed to America. Ironically, Ivan never really expected to find himself back so close to his hometown. |D
Oh yeah, and he totally took a boat to get back here. There was no way he'd be able to fly without getting his ass back into jail. :|
HOMELAND OF CHARACTER: AMERICA
BRIEF IN-CHARACTER JOURNAL POST:
My precious Mercedes… I'm going to miss her so much. That sleek leather interior, the flexible grip of the wheel, the spotlessly airbrushed paint job… I'LL COME BACK FOR YOU ONE DAY! IT'S A PROMISE!
Aw, shit this place is a complete mess. Who the hell would even want to break into a place like this? The furniture is completely ruined, everything is all boarded up… Sick. I bet the floor boards are rotting too. Damn it, this is going to take forever to fix up.
BRIEF IN-CHARACTER RP SCENARIO:
It was the final stand off, a farewell all of it's own. The split. Who knows if he'd actually meet all of them back in America but there was that gut instinct telling him that he definitely would. Split up and meet back up later, that's how it was going to go down right? Despite them all being complete fruits, Ivan was actually kind of down as he slung the bag of essentials over his shoulder and hopped on ride on a departing ship. Not much went out that way unless it was huge goods. Something that couldn't be imported by plane. It made it easy enough to sneak aboard too with the lack of security held by such things. So long as it wasn't military or government goods, he was all set.
No wave, nothing more then that initial farewell as the ship set off. A cap to disguise his face until it was too late to turn back or kick him off. That was the beauty of travelling illegally. So long as one could manage to fight off sea sickness, they could get anywhere. Make yourself useful by being a helping hand and they'd owe you next time if you were lucky and landed yourself with a good crew. Such happened to be Ivan's luck this time not that it was always glamourous work. Cleaning the shitter was certainly a memorable task, same with those wet and windy days on the deck.
Time to himself came at night in one of those crammed bunks, his back had never suffered so much as it had then on that ship. To keep his sanity however, he did find himself keeping a log of things accomplished on his journey, the ups and downs. The piss-offs and fooling around. Enough to keep him going.
He wondered if maybe what he had managed with the people on that boat was friendship, the jokes made as they shooed him from the ship, wishing him luck and cheesy shit like that. It made him laugh as he bit back with snarls and teasing of his own. That life wasn't for him though. It was tough, but a different kind from what he was used to. He was a dog, made to brawl in the streets and one day, preferably when he was old and useless, kicked to the curb like the mangy mutt he was. He laughed to himself as he skipped away down the nostalgic streets. American. Driving on the right, HOTDOGS DONE RIGHT… Yeah. Even the air, as polluted as it was, was still just as he remembered it.
Arms outstretched, he shouted out, "I'M HOME!!!"
NAME/ALIAS: FIN
PERSONAL JOURNAL: faded_neko
AGE: 18
OTHER CHARACTERS IN THIS RP: Enough :|
PRIMARY LANGUAGE: FUCK DAT SHIZZLE UP
CHARACTER INFORMATION
SERIES: Lucky Dog
NAME: Ivan Fiore
GENDER: Male
CHARACTERS JOURNAL: ivanfiore Creative, I know :|
AIM SN:
CANON AGE: 22 CROSS AGE: 22
COLLEGE YEAR/TEACHING POSITION/PROFESSION: MOBSTER/MAFIA MAN
CHARACTER WRITTEN PORTION
BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF PERSONALITY: Initially? A bit of a yandere who turns out to be far more of a tsundere if you really get to know him. He's young, irrational, homophobic and tempered. Despite all this though, the kid does have one hell of a punch. He'd rather go down in a fit of fury then be taken out like some other chump. Hell no! He will fight to the bitter end, claim his dominant role even if it means he has to…. to… He's not gay okay? Even if he does end up sleeping with a guy it's just to prove that he's stronger then them, got it? Good. >:|
But really, the guy is lives in one of those dog eat dog worlds, the real tough life where it's kill or be killed. All he really knows is that dominating could save his life to some extent. Love and emotions? They have no place in a world like that. That's part of the reason he has such a hard time accepting his homohomo escapee friends. He doesn't realize that love is love despite age or gender. To him, love is on the same level as lust and he'd sure as hell rather get off to the norm of hot female ass and tits compared to… *cough*Gian*cough*
It's not nearly as respected in the dirty business. It makes you look like a sappy wuss in the eyes of others so until Ivan discovers that he could eventually make him look tougher, he's going to reject love and those awkward urges as much as he can. >:|!
But really, he does want that love. He's just really afraid of excepting it Someone needs to show him the waaaay. The only thing he can really show his love for despite what anyone has to say? His mercedes! Bitches best bow before it's glory. He loves that thing beyond belief as it is probably the only thing in his life that hasn't ever done anything to offend him.
BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF APPEARANCE: His hair is a very light, if almost periwinkle white/grey despite being someone so young. Given proper lighting, it is more likely then not a bleach blond. He has a single piercing on his left ear and a 'CR-5' tattoo on right shoulder. Fairly well built in terms of tone and body structure too~
BRIEF IN-GAME HISTORY: Born and raised in the streets of Manhattan, Ivan learned to live the rough life right from the get go. His uncle was the head of a gang there in the city so to make things easier on himself, he adopted himself into the group and made a real killing at it. No real formal education was managed for Ivan as he learned all he really needed from his old man, his uncle and his 'brothers'. It wasn't until his uncle began telling him of the rich stories of Italian mafia (a part of his own ancestry) that Ivan found himself a goal besides the dull task of beating the snot out of goons for cash, day in and day out. Joy rides, stolen vehicles, weaponry and all that good stuff followed, naturally.
Sweet sixteen was just that sweet. His uncle, being the generous man that he is, gave Ivan the opportunity to explore the world a little more then he might have been otherwise inclined. He was off to spend the next six years mastering the italian language and joining the mafia. THE YOUNGEST IN THE CREW, not that it bothered him as he earned a respectable title soon enough, found the car of his dreams and then found himself planted in jail with four other dudes which spurred off the rest.
They were the five top dogs in publicly known mafia groups in Italy. Clearly they are all a bit cocky for not making any effort to hide such facts but hey, a little fear factor never hurt the public, right? Either way, they were all stuck in some shitty jail where the officers and wardens were all faggy creepers. Initial stance was to find a way to break out and within a week of daily meetings and planning, everything seemed to fall into place. Destination set; they aimed to America. Ironically, Ivan never really expected to find himself back so close to his hometown. |D
Oh yeah, and he totally took a boat to get back here. There was no way he'd be able to fly without getting his ass back into jail. :|
HOMELAND OF CHARACTER: AMERICA
BRIEF IN-CHARACTER JOURNAL POST:
My precious Mercedes… I'm going to miss her so much. That sleek leather interior, the flexible grip of the wheel, the spotlessly airbrushed paint job… I'LL COME BACK FOR YOU ONE DAY! IT'S A PROMISE!
Aw, shit this place is a complete mess. Who the hell would even want to break into a place like this? The furniture is completely ruined, everything is all boarded up… Sick. I bet the floor boards are rotting too. Damn it, this is going to take forever to fix up.
BRIEF IN-CHARACTER RP SCENARIO:
It was the final stand off, a farewell all of it's own. The split. Who knows if he'd actually meet all of them back in America but there was that gut instinct telling him that he definitely would. Split up and meet back up later, that's how it was going to go down right? Despite them all being complete fruits, Ivan was actually kind of down as he slung the bag of essentials over his shoulder and hopped on ride on a departing ship. Not much went out that way unless it was huge goods. Something that couldn't be imported by plane. It made it easy enough to sneak aboard too with the lack of security held by such things. So long as it wasn't military or government goods, he was all set.
No wave, nothing more then that initial farewell as the ship set off. A cap to disguise his face until it was too late to turn back or kick him off. That was the beauty of travelling illegally. So long as one could manage to fight off sea sickness, they could get anywhere. Make yourself useful by being a helping hand and they'd owe you next time if you were lucky and landed yourself with a good crew. Such happened to be Ivan's luck this time not that it was always glamourous work. Cleaning the shitter was certainly a memorable task, same with those wet and windy days on the deck.
Time to himself came at night in one of those crammed bunks, his back had never suffered so much as it had then on that ship. To keep his sanity however, he did find himself keeping a log of things accomplished on his journey, the ups and downs. The piss-offs and fooling around. Enough to keep him going.
He wondered if maybe what he had managed with the people on that boat was friendship, the jokes made as they shooed him from the ship, wishing him luck and cheesy shit like that. It made him laugh as he bit back with snarls and teasing of his own. That life wasn't for him though. It was tough, but a different kind from what he was used to. He was a dog, made to brawl in the streets and one day, preferably when he was old and useless, kicked to the curb like the mangy mutt he was. He laughed to himself as he skipped away down the nostalgic streets. American. Driving on the right, HOTDOGS DONE RIGHT… Yeah. Even the air, as polluted as it was, was still just as he remembered it.
Arms outstretched, he shouted out, "I'M HOME!!!"