Post by Cain Jiovanni on Mar 18, 2006 14:32:56 GMT -5
Character's Name; Cain Bardulf Jiovanni
Name you want to be called; Cain
Character’s Nickname(s); Cainy (hates, tends to be a ‘groupie’ weird fan girl nickname), Jiovanni
Race; Lycan [%100 y'all]
Grade; Senior
Age; 18
Birthday; 31th of December 1988
History; Most boys strive for their father’s approval, not Cain. He does everything with in his power to piss his father off, and push him to the limits.
He grew up just like every other little boy, being babied by momma and taught to be a man by daddy. Somewhere along the lines, Cain got off that pattern, and started making his own. When he turned fourteen, his father started telling him about how their family had started Cold Creek, and how he would take his father’s place on council one day. But it didn’t stop with talking; Cain’s father started making him learn everything there was to know about Lycan kind and the ways he thought a good leader behaved and acted.
Cain quickly grew to hate it, and his father, with each passing lesson. After weeks of grueling tasks, and volumes of books, Cain finally snapped. He took as many of the books outside into the garden as he could carry, and burned them while his father was in a meeting. His mother saw the smoke and later told his father what had happened. He was so enraged that he planned on having Cain sent to an all boy’s school in Texas.
Soon after, Cain’s father realized [with a little help from Mrs. Jiovanni] that sending Cain off wouldn’t help, but only add to the problem. Over the next year, Cain formed Silver Bullet with some of his closest friends [Tala was added a year later], only to confirm his father’s claim that ‘Rock-n-roll was trash and would do nothing but rot his mind’.
Music became his life from then on out, and most of his time is spent upon the roof of his home playing guitar, as loud as the amp will allow.
Important Relationships; His best friends are members of the band Silver Bullet, as well as Tala, his sister, and Rose best friend and girlfriend. His father is on council for their Clan, and tends to ride Cain about it regularly. His mother is usually okay about everything he does and doesn’t give him as hard of a time as his father.
Mannerisms; Tends to chew on his bottom lip when he’s in deep thought. Sighs a lot and closes his eyes when he’s upset or about to lose his temper. Hits stuff when he finally does lose his temper.
Fears/Dislikes; Fears needles, 'growing up', someone hurting his car, and lotion. Hates groupies, getting a hair cut, his farther, and being Lycan.
Likes; Pretty girls, listening to music, his band, his friends, his sister [sometimes], his mother, his car [which he refurrs to as his 'Lady'], and scaring the hell outta his father.
Hobbies; Singing for his band Silver Bullet, playing guitar, listening to music, annoying the hell out of his sister Tala, pissing his parents off.
Music; Breaking Benjamin, Nirvana, the Beatles, Linkin Park, Metallica, System of a Down, Staind, Weezer, Nickelback, Ozzy, the Doors, Led Zeppelin, Yellowcard, the Used.
Appearance; Eyes change color from warm shades of brown to green, depending on his mood.
Locks of chocolate brown hang down to his ears, aching to fall into his eyes but not quite reaching. A hair cut would certainly do him a bit of good.
Reasonably tall for seventeen, standing at 6’3”, Cain shadows most everyone. His build and structure isn’t out of the ordinary. He isn’t overly large nor is he small but somewhere in-between. He isn’t over muscular, but upholds fairly decent strength. His mood and actions usually stay calm and colleted, but push him enough and that will easily change. [Just ask the ashes in the back garden.]
Personality; Not everyone takes Cain the same way. He can be a flirtatious lady’s man in ones eyes, but a cynical, manipulative, ass in another’s. Although most never see him as he really is:
a cunning, devious, wolf.
All-in-all his father was right; he would be a perfect leader. Always looking and sounding strong, even when tears cloud his vision. Always thinking himself right, even when he’s not. He maybe a flirt, but music is the center of Cain’s world. If he did have a girlfriend she’d probably be offended that he spends so much time with his band.
Sample RP intro; A loud burst of Breaking Benjamin blared though the half darkened room, as a black Van flew from one side of the room to the other, crashing into a large stereo system, causing the words to skip a moment before returning to normal.
“I don’t want to get up,damn it.” Came in a muffled growl as a white hand searched around the side of the bed for the other shoe. Unable to find what it was looking for, the hand snuck its way back under the covers, pulling them higher as it did so.
“Fine. Fine, look I’m up,” came the same voice as before as the music kept playing, a mop of shaggy brown hair appeared from where the hand had disappeared only moments before. With a long and uneasy groan, the bliss of a good night’s sleep all but gone, a boy sat up, throwing his feet over the side of the bed.
Shaking his head like a wet dog, Cain removed himself form the warn confines of his bed linens, only to stand before the bed in his boxers like an idiot. After a moment he realized Breaking Benjamin was still blaring, stepping to turn it off, he stopped. Why should he turn it off? Maybe it would wake his parents.
Music volume forgotten, he stumbled over to the closet to pull out a black tee-shirt with some random band’s name printed on it, and a pair of jeans from the floor he assumed to be clean. After dressing himself in the dark, he fumbled around for the light switch. Seventeen years of living the same room and he still had to hunt for it.
When the light turned on, Cain squinted his eyes. “damn it, blinded myself again,” he muttered, opening his eyes long enough to grab his bag, the shoe he’d thrown earlier, and the AOWL one.
Sliding down the staircase railing, Cain landed on both feet, and continued to stroll toward the front door.
“Cain, honey, please come home after school,” a blonde haired woman half shouted from a adjoining room, as Cain opened the door, and was about to take his first step outside and toward his car.
He sighed.
“Mom, I can’t we have band stuff on Thursdays, you know that. Besides I’m not dealing with pop today,” He yelled back. Not waiting for a reply, Cain stepped out doors and into the morning sun. Which he soon discovered to be brighter then the lighting in his room.
***
Pulling his black ’67 Chevy Impala into the first available parking space he could find, Cain stepped out onto the pavement.
Headed straight for the large building marked ‘Cold Creek Secondary School’, Cain stuffed his keys into his pocket.
Hell was about to begin.
Celebrity Playby; Jared Padalecki
