Post by Maurice on Feb 19, 2009 19:16:41 GMT -5
>_> I'd like to forewarn you if this totally reeks of balls, it's because I'm at work and using a 6 year old laptop that keeps crashing every five minutes. :'x With that warning out of the way, that will be why there's no picceh until later when I get home and can use a more stable system.
Character's Name; Maurice James Moretti Jr.
Name you want to be called; >_> Liz or Az, whatever fits your fancy, as long as it isn't "Sugar Tits" I'm fine with it.
Character’s Nickname(s); "HEY FABIO", "Maury", "Sup Homie?"
Race; Lycan because that's so totally liek, hawt.
Grade; College Sophomore
Age; 21, because he's a little slacking whore and took an extra year in High School.
Birthday; November 4th, ----
History; Written via the character talking because I find that hi-fuckin'-larious, "Well, I don't knows of anythings tragics in mi life, but ah... there was likes, this one time wheres I almost got thrown in the jail. You American girls, you looks too old! I mean, hows what I was to know that 15 year old girl look like that? She look 20, mannn! You American girls why you wear such sexy clothing so youngs? It confuse poor mens like me. Luckilys though, I founds out befores /you know/s happened. Oh rights, I'm supposed to talk of mi. Well, I was fast off the boat from the Eillis Island, nice place. Born in little place in Italia, sorrys, my English is still the bad. I have lots to learn. Mi Familia we ah... what you call here, likey dah werewolves but ah... not so much, we are Lycanis, it is ah... kind of the cools, yeah? Knew about its since I was very little, not a big oh noes conspiracies in mi familia. We all knows of it. Town ah.. nots so much, I guess mio Papa is scared of the old stories of the burnings in Germany... The We comes to the America, I don'ts know why. I guess because it's big lands of oppurtinity and business in Italia not good. Mi life has beens the normal, I don't have complaints. OH! One tragics thing happened when I was little boy. My grandmama died when I was 5. Very sad."
Important Relationships; His father and him have a close bond, he's a daddy boy.
Mannerisms; He is polite when first meeting people, then when he gets to know them he's pretty loose and a flirt. It must be that whole Italian charm thing he has goin' on. And, not to mention he'll tend to hit on anything with two legs, a hole and living. >_> For further mannerisms, I'll have to Roleplay him some more to find out what kind of weird quirks he has. He has yet to be play tested. </3
Fears/Dislikes; He hates those 12-16 year old American Girls who look legal, they get him in trouble. Bad cheap wine.
Likes; Sweet food, chicken, a good vintage of wine, and cooking. He is such a woman sometimes, likes doing chores. And vespas' because they kick mothafawkin' ass. Top Chef.
Hobbies; Riding around on his vespa since he doesn't have an American License. Whatever, he's still a cool kid. Wine-tasting. Cutting his own hair.
Music; He's taken a keen liking of American Rock Music.
Appearance; SEXY THE END // I kid, I kid.
During the winter a very light tan due to lack of the amazing Sun God Ra -- I mean sun, period. Summer, darker tan. Brown eyes. Plucks his eyebrows because else he'd have a unibrow and that would be like, not hot. Black hair that constantly changes between short ceaser cut, short mohawk, "scene", medium-straight. Whatever his fancy is and how a pair of scissors will guide his hands. An athletic build, average height to taller. Standing around 6'0" depending on if he's slouching or not.
Personality; He's pretty quirky and loud when in social situations, he likes people! He's a nice guy and loyal to his friends when he makes them. He almost seems like a bumbbling fool because of his constant language slip-ups and language barriers. Level-headed in stressful situations. . . usually. Plays by the rules, etcetc.
Sample RP intro; ``Oh damns, son,`` The Italian male shouted out as he slipped on a chunk of ice, landing firmly onto his ass. ``I hates the colds here, whys it gota bes so colds?`` His eyebrows furrowed together, a frown curling over his lips as he stumbled to stand back up. ``Fuckings ice,`` he said, kicking at the chunk that he slipped on before looking back at his companion. They'd decided to venture out into the forest tonight (only god knows why), guess to check out some sort of ghost legend. You know, he believes in that shit, he is a Lycanthrope after all. But why tonight and why the hell would they go out and look for it! Americans make no sense. Maurice is starting to think this country is full of retards.
``So hows much longers until we gets to there?`` Bundling his jacket closer, he'd catch up to his cackling friend. The friend shrugged. ``We the lost?``
"Yep."
``I hates you, come ons, lets go backs home, it's colds, I don't wants to lose my balls. I'm too sexy to lose my balls!``
Crick-crack there goes Maurice's back
DUN DUN DUUUUNNNN...
Celebrity Playby; [Please DO NOT use a celebirty someone else is using.] When I have a better computer? :'D?
Character's Name; Maurice James Moretti Jr.
Name you want to be called; >_> Liz or Az, whatever fits your fancy, as long as it isn't "Sugar Tits" I'm fine with it.
Character’s Nickname(s); "HEY FABIO", "Maury", "Sup Homie?"
Race; Lycan because that's so totally liek, hawt.
Grade; College Sophomore
Age; 21, because he's a little slacking whore and took an extra year in High School.
Birthday; November 4th, ----
History; Written via the character talking because I find that hi-fuckin'-larious, "Well, I don't knows of anythings tragics in mi life, but ah... there was likes, this one time wheres I almost got thrown in the jail. You American girls, you looks too old! I mean, hows what I was to know that 15 year old girl look like that? She look 20, mannn! You American girls why you wear such sexy clothing so youngs? It confuse poor mens like me. Luckilys though, I founds out befores /you know/s happened. Oh rights, I'm supposed to talk of mi. Well, I was fast off the boat from the Eillis Island, nice place. Born in little place in Italia, sorrys, my English is still the bad. I have lots to learn. Mi Familia we ah... what you call here, likey dah werewolves but ah... not so much, we are Lycanis, it is ah... kind of the cools, yeah? Knew about its since I was very little, not a big oh noes conspiracies in mi familia. We all knows of it. Town ah.. nots so much, I guess mio Papa is scared of the old stories of the burnings in Germany... The We comes to the America, I don'ts know why. I guess because it's big lands of oppurtinity and business in Italia not good. Mi life has beens the normal, I don't have complaints. OH! One tragics thing happened when I was little boy. My grandmama died when I was 5. Very sad."
Important Relationships; His father and him have a close bond, he's a daddy boy.
Mannerisms; He is polite when first meeting people, then when he gets to know them he's pretty loose and a flirt. It must be that whole Italian charm thing he has goin' on. And, not to mention he'll tend to hit on anything with two legs, a hole and living. >_> For further mannerisms, I'll have to Roleplay him some more to find out what kind of weird quirks he has. He has yet to be play tested. </3
Fears/Dislikes; He hates those 12-16 year old American Girls who look legal, they get him in trouble. Bad cheap wine.
Likes; Sweet food, chicken, a good vintage of wine, and cooking. He is such a woman sometimes, likes doing chores. And vespas' because they kick mothafawkin' ass. Top Chef.
Hobbies; Riding around on his vespa since he doesn't have an American License. Whatever, he's still a cool kid. Wine-tasting. Cutting his own hair.
Music; He's taken a keen liking of American Rock Music.
Appearance; SEXY THE END // I kid, I kid.
During the winter a very light tan due to lack of the amazing Sun God Ra -- I mean sun, period. Summer, darker tan. Brown eyes. Plucks his eyebrows because else he'd have a unibrow and that would be like, not hot. Black hair that constantly changes between short ceaser cut, short mohawk, "scene", medium-straight. Whatever his fancy is and how a pair of scissors will guide his hands. An athletic build, average height to taller. Standing around 6'0" depending on if he's slouching or not.
Personality; He's pretty quirky and loud when in social situations, he likes people! He's a nice guy and loyal to his friends when he makes them. He almost seems like a bumbbling fool because of his constant language slip-ups and language barriers. Level-headed in stressful situations. . . usually. Plays by the rules, etcetc.
Sample RP intro; ``Oh damns, son,`` The Italian male shouted out as he slipped on a chunk of ice, landing firmly onto his ass. ``I hates the colds here, whys it gota bes so colds?`` His eyebrows furrowed together, a frown curling over his lips as he stumbled to stand back up. ``Fuckings ice,`` he said, kicking at the chunk that he slipped on before looking back at his companion. They'd decided to venture out into the forest tonight (only god knows why), guess to check out some sort of ghost legend. You know, he believes in that shit, he is a Lycanthrope after all. But why tonight and why the hell would they go out and look for it! Americans make no sense. Maurice is starting to think this country is full of retards.
``So hows much longers until we gets to there?`` Bundling his jacket closer, he'd catch up to his cackling friend. The friend shrugged. ``We the lost?``
"Yep."
``I hates you, come ons, lets go backs home, it's colds, I don't wants to lose my balls. I'm too sexy to lose my balls!``
Crick-crack there goes Maurice's back
DUN DUN DUUUUNNNN...
Celebrity Playby; [Please DO NOT use a celebirty someone else is using.] When I have a better computer? :'D?
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