Post by GINO DE’ANGELIS on Jan 14, 2012 18:02:55 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][cs=3][atrb=width,510,btable][STYLE=font-family: times; color: #543528; font-size: 50px; line-height: 48px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; border-bottom: 1px solid #9c8e74; border-top: 1px solid #9c8e74; letter-spacing: -2px; margin-top: 10px;]THE CITY OF LONDON[/style][STYLE=font-family: times; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 2px;] MESS WILL MY FAMILY YOU MESS WITH ME[/style] [STYLE=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; border-bottom: 1px dotted #9c8e74; padding-left: 5px;]MR GINO DE’ANGELIS [/style] | ||
| [atrb=style,width: 90px;][STYLE=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; border-bottom: 1px dotted #9c8e74; padding-left: 5px;]DATE OF BIRTH: [/style] | [atrb=style,width: 100px;][STYLE=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; border-bottom: 1px dotted #9c8e74; padding-left: 5px;] 23/10/1856 ( TWENTY NINE )[/style] | [atrb=style,width: 90px;][STYLE=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; border-bottom: 1px dotted #9c8e74; padding-left: 5px; text-align: center;]MALE [/style] |
| [atrb=style,width: 90px;][atrb=vAlign,top] [STYLE=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; border-bottom: 1px dotted #9c8e74; padding-left: 5px;]OCCUPATION: [/style] | [cs=2] [STYLE=font-family: times; font-size: 13px; padding-left: 5px;]I am the head of the Italian Mafia, have been for fives years since my fathers passing.[/style] | |
| [atrb=style,width: 90px;][atrb=vAlign,top] [STYLE=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; border-bottom: 1px dotted #9c8e74; padding-left: 5px;]PHYSICAL: [/style] | [cs=2] [STYLE=font-family: times; font-size: 13px; padding-left: 5px;] For my appearance I have blond hair that falls to about my ears and is naturally spiked out and messy unlike most of the people of my family who have dark hair and dark eyes. I have large orange eyes unlike those of my father or mother. I stand only at five foot eleven inches and weighing a little over 150 pounds. I have a slim built body. I have muscle tone but I do not have bulk muscle. I would categorize myself as being a rather slim human. For what I wear to day to day bases well I am normally in a dark colored suit preferably black with a white or red tie. I always carry silver pistol that belonged to my father in a secret pocket on the inside of all my suits for safety reasons only. I also carry a silver pocket watch that hangs from my right hip but it normally hidden inside the jacket pocket. The pocket watch itself has my family dress carved into the silver with my birth day date on the back with my initials. For shoes just the simple black shinned shoes that normal men where around. I also have a horse riding outfit as well as a formal attire for balls and other formal events. [/style] | |
| [atrb=style,width: 90px;][atrb=vAlign,top] [STYLE=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; border-bottom: 1px dotted #9c8e74; padding-left: 5px;]COMMENTS: [/style] | [cs=2] [STYLE=font-family: times; font-size: 13px; padding-left: 5px;]First person personality and history. Where to possibly start. I was raised and trained to become the next head to our family. I was the only son with 4 younger sisters so I was the eldest and was put as their protectors until they came of age to date men. From this experience I have become very protective of those who are close to me and my personal belongings. I grew up quiet fast and I was a quick learner. I have mastered the piano, fencing, hand to hand combat as well as gunmanship and many other things like language and art. But I was also raised to be a gentleman. Opening a door very any woman to giving up my umbrella to a woman who doesn’t have one. But there is more to me that really meets the eye. Under my friendly personality I have my business side my mafia side. I am both very cruel and destructive so if you get in my way you will end up with nothing but pieces of rubble from your house. But I do have my morals and will treat my enemies with respect before I end them. I am also one not to think before I act. You could say I am a reckless soul. I think I know everything so I am very vain so I constantly ignore others advise. But one trait my mother hates with a passion is how I become very jealous. I am constantly getting into fights when I see someone I am dating at the time flirting with someone else for fun. But the most hated trait I have is my impatiens. I won’t wait for anyone and that’s one of the reasons I am so reckless. My past is pretty ordinary for being a child of a mafia lord. When I was younger I knew known of my family’s business but after my second sister Maria was born when I had turned 6 my father informed me of what we were a mafia family. From then on I start my training learning how to fight, learning all different types of art as well as 4 language English, Spanish, French and German. I am well trained in horseback riding as well as sailing. When I turned 10 my 3rd sister Isabella was born. She had become very sick at age 3 with what the nurses called diphtheria. She was constantly in bed with a fever and sometimes I can hear her wheezing breath from down the hall. When I turned 12 my last and final sister Sofia was born. The eldest of my 4 sisters Eufemia who was 9 had been arranged to be married to my father’s right hand man’s youngest son Alexander who was 16 at the time. The two of them got marriage when she turned 12 which was both a happy day and a sad one. A week after her marriage our sister Isabella had finally passed too weak to fight off the disease any longer. My mother went into a deep depression but she had never shed a tear at least not in front of anyone other than my father. My mother held our mafia family together. Even though my father was the head and made all of the decisions but no one dared to define my mother. She was sharp tongued and had a strong right hook. She was as strong as any of my father’s men. My father was a quiet man never talked much but when he did his voice made other fallow him. He was bold and strong will and would never give up. As the years went on my other 2 sister had be wed off to men who my father wanted to become allies with a French family and a Spanish lord. Our power had become strong and no one could defeat us. Eventually my father turned his eyes to me. He wanted me to wed. I was 21 at the time and had just came back from a trip to Germany visiting a friend of my father’s about business. I didn’t wish to get married since for some reason woman bored me most of the time. During this time I would never speak of what I was. It was said to be sin and I kept it concealed from my father until he died. When I had turned 22 my father had become very ill and had some how had gotten cholera. My father was bed ridden for the last 3 years. 2 months after my 24th birthday I was at his beside and we were talking or more or less I was talking to him. I had a feeling he was going to die. So will every string of courage I had I told him I was gay. He did not speak but I could see in his eyes something I wasn’t sure if it was hatred or love but only hours after I said that he had passed in his sleep. After his death I took over as being the head of our family and I made it my job to protect everyone under our family from friends to loved ones. If anyone of them had been hurt I would have found the person who did it and cut off an appendage of two. I haven’t done anything like that quiet yet but it will happen eventually. [/style] | |
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