Post by FABRIZIO RAFFAELE GIORDANO on Dec 11, 2010 12:32:44 GMT
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FABRIZIO RAFFAELE GIORDANO ,,
Zero. Seventeen. Human. Heterosexual. Andrew Glates.
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"Huh? My personality? Well, I suppose you could say I'm a pretty happy person. Okay, fuck that, I'm a bubbly, happy-go-lucky, sort of irritating kind of guy. But, you know, in a cool way. As in, I'll make you smile so white your lips will rip in half or something. Okay, wait, that's horrible. I'll make you laugh so hard you'll stop breathing and you'll literally die laughing! Wait, that's horrible, too. Argh! Okay, screw all that analogy stuff, the point is, I'm an amazing person. You will never be depressed around me, because I'm just a hilarious person." "You're a stupid person." "What? Shut up Zero! No! You're not supposed to come out yet! Shut up!" "I just said you're stupid, not hilarious." "Zero stop ruining it! Look, everyone's probably confused now! Damn you!
"Zero is my, um, 'alter ego' so to speak." "Stupid." "Shut up! He's a douchebag. He likes to 'take over' and make me do horrible, horrible things that I ordinarily wouldn't do. So, yeah, if you ever catch me at a weak time and Zero is there, ignore me. You'll know because Zero is a cold-hearted dickface, and I'm not." "Nope. You're just a too-trusting idiot little thing." "See? He's horribly rude. Oh, what I like? Well, I love Dr. Pepper! I also like to eat, 'cause I'm a cool cat like that. I adore seeing people smiling and laughing. I love making people smile. I love smiling. Happiness is great, isn't it?" "No." "No one asked you Zero!
"There isn't much I don't like, except, you know, Zero. I don't like rudeness. I don't think it's needed. I think I'm a pretty skilled fighter, but I don't like to fight if I can avoid it. At the same time, though, I don't really like the whole 'peace' crap. It's stupid. Agh, wait! I'm sorry! I hope I didn't offend anyone! I just, you know, am not for 'world peace' or anything to the extreme you know?" "I like blood. I hate people." "Zero please be quite! They're asking me, not you! So shush! Anyways. Oh, that's it? But... But... Hey! Damn you Zero! You ruined it!"
"Zero is my, um, 'alter ego' so to speak." "Stupid." "Shut up! He's a douchebag. He likes to 'take over' and make me do horrible, horrible things that I ordinarily wouldn't do. So, yeah, if you ever catch me at a weak time and Zero is there, ignore me. You'll know because Zero is a cold-hearted dickface, and I'm not." "Nope. You're just a too-trusting idiot little thing." "See? He's horribly rude. Oh, what I like? Well, I love Dr. Pepper! I also like to eat, 'cause I'm a cool cat like that. I adore seeing people smiling and laughing. I love making people smile. I love smiling. Happiness is great, isn't it?" "No." "No one asked you Zero!
"There isn't much I don't like, except, you know, Zero. I don't like rudeness. I don't think it's needed. I think I'm a pretty skilled fighter, but I don't like to fight if I can avoid it. At the same time, though, I don't really like the whole 'peace' crap. It's stupid. Agh, wait! I'm sorry! I hope I didn't offend anyone! I just, you know, am not for 'world peace' or anything to the extreme you know?" "I like blood. I hate people." "Zero please be quite! They're asking me, not you! So shush! Anyways. Oh, that's it? But... But... Hey! Damn you Zero! You ruined it!"
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"... Douchebag. Don't make me talk about my family." "Since Fab's being a little baby about it, I guess yours truly, Zero, will explain. See, we were born, and little Fab had a shitty heart-" "Zero, you suck at telling stories! Basically, my mom had that blood condition where she can't clot, and she died. My dad took care of me, but he was killed in an accident. And I have no siblings. Unless you count Zero as a sibling."
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"Well, I just sort of stumbled on it. After my mom died, my dad and I moved from Italy to America, and we somehow landed here."
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"Well, seventeen years ago, on June seventh, I was born. I was actually born in Italy. You know that little island called Sicily? Well, yeah, that's where I was born. It was pretty fun, you know? Except, I was born with a weak heart. My mom's name was Alessia, and my dad's name was Sansone. My mom died giving birth to me. My dad made money by doing various odd jobs, so sometimes we made great money, sometimes we were dirt poor. I didn't mind much, though. I was young, and with a weak heart I didn't really want to do anything. Sometimes my dad would leave me with babysitters. When I was about three, I made a new friend. His name is Zero, and he's always with me.
"When I was about, eh, nine I think, Dad wanted to take me to the mainland. He wanted me to see the city of Venice, since it was so unique and pretty. So, we took a boat. It was so cool! I think that was the first time I didn't think about my bad heart, and just, you know, had fun. When we got to the mainland, I noticed that it really wasn't much different than the island, except there were more people. A lot more people. But they were nice. Zero kept telling to be mean, like make one trip and see if he'd get trampled, but I made sure I was polite. My dad took me to Venice, and we walked around for hours. Then he told me we were leaving. I was sad, and couldn't understand why. Apparently it was because America offered a better medical system, and they might be able to help my heart. He also told me that I couldn't play with Zero anymore, because Zero was mean.
"So, we went back to our home on the island of Sicily, packed our bags, and took a plane. My dad had apparently already made our passports. He must have been thinking about it a lot. The plane took forever. We had to stop, layover, and start back up again. I was getting restless and a little irritated. On the way, my dad was teaching me the English that he'd learned, and I was trying to learn it, but man! English was so hard. Zero learned it easier than I did, so he pretty much helped me. We talked all the time, even on the plane, even though my dad kept telling me to stop.
Whenever we finally landed in America, my dad told me we were in some place called Cherry Tree Lane. He brought me into the hospital, saying that he already had an appointment or something. Weird. He was talking in English, but it was broken, stuttered, and obviously not as good as the Americans. They took me and I went under. I don't really know what happened, honestly, but afterward, I woke up. I was so drowsy. My dad told me I was better, that my heart was great. I was healthy. I stayed in the hospital for a while, so that they could monitor me. One I got out, my dad took me to get ice cream. We never made it. I was nine years old when my dad and I got into a car wreck. Once again, I was in the hospital. My dad didn't even make it there. He died instantly.
I was going to be given away, but there was no one to take of me. I have no other family. They kept me in a children's home, but that was pretty much it. I now live alone, but only because I basically ran away."
"When I was about, eh, nine I think, Dad wanted to take me to the mainland. He wanted me to see the city of Venice, since it was so unique and pretty. So, we took a boat. It was so cool! I think that was the first time I didn't think about my bad heart, and just, you know, had fun. When we got to the mainland, I noticed that it really wasn't much different than the island, except there were more people. A lot more people. But they were nice. Zero kept telling to be mean, like make one trip and see if he'd get trampled, but I made sure I was polite. My dad took me to Venice, and we walked around for hours. Then he told me we were leaving. I was sad, and couldn't understand why. Apparently it was because America offered a better medical system, and they might be able to help my heart. He also told me that I couldn't play with Zero anymore, because Zero was mean.
"So, we went back to our home on the island of Sicily, packed our bags, and took a plane. My dad had apparently already made our passports. He must have been thinking about it a lot. The plane took forever. We had to stop, layover, and start back up again. I was getting restless and a little irritated. On the way, my dad was teaching me the English that he'd learned, and I was trying to learn it, but man! English was so hard. Zero learned it easier than I did, so he pretty much helped me. We talked all the time, even on the plane, even though my dad kept telling me to stop.
Whenever we finally landed in America, my dad told me we were in some place called Cherry Tree Lane. He brought me into the hospital, saying that he already had an appointment or something. Weird. He was talking in English, but it was broken, stuttered, and obviously not as good as the Americans. They took me and I went under. I don't really know what happened, honestly, but afterward, I woke up. I was so drowsy. My dad told me I was better, that my heart was great. I was healthy. I stayed in the hospital for a while, so that they could monitor me. One I got out, my dad took me to get ice cream. We never made it. I was nine years old when my dad and I got into a car wreck. Once again, I was in the hospital. My dad didn't even make it there. He died instantly.
I was going to be given away, but there was no one to take of me. I have no other family. They kept me in a children's home, but that was pretty much it. I now live alone, but only because I basically ran away."
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so hey! i'm [SYLLVIE] and there is no doubt about it,
i'm a [IT!]. i've been rocking in this world for .
yanno this crazy shit called roleplaying? well i've been
doing it for [5-6-7] years.
i'm a [IT!]. i've been rocking in this world for .
yanno this crazy shit called roleplaying? well i've been
doing it for [5-6-7] years.
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Come on, Neon, you know how I roleplay! ^^
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