Post by mieepp on Jan 30, 2011 16:04:42 GMT -5
Name: Drago Arturo Carlo Bertoldi
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Orientation: Heterosexual
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Appearance:
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Orientation: Heterosexual
Guild: ------------
Shapeshift Form: -------------------------------
Appearance:
He's got the hard-core Italian black hair, always shiny and smooth; he keeps it about an inch and a half long usually, but it curls so it may look shorter. [I'm not very good at describing men's hair so here's an example of the style: click]. He's about 5'8" and a half and built well, particularly in the chest. He's truly the equivalent to tall, dark, and handsome. He's got excellent bone structure in his face and he takes care of his teeth almost to the point of obsession: he's got to have a spectacular smile to impress ladies! He hates facial hair so he usually goes clean-shaven or with a light five-o-clock-shadow. He's got a light tan if he hasn't been in the sun in a while, like during winter, because he's an all Italian boy, but in the summer time he can turn the color of beer. He thinks it makes him look sexy because it brings out the white in his smile even more.Personality:
He's a don juan. There isn't much more to it. He takes the girls hearts with the old Charming Italian gentlemen style and dumps them with the "sweetheart, I'll always remember you" grace. He enjoys his life (and his sex life even more) but not as much as he loves guns and cigars. He's got money being in a drug gang and his main indulgences are cigars and guns. He won't touch cigarettes but he seems to always have a cigar on him, but other than cigars he's got a love for guns. He knows his guns and has used more types than he can count. He always carries a New Model 3 Single Action Revolver with a marbled handle on him, it's his prized possession but doesn't always use it freely. Other than this gun that he carries on him he owns copious amounts of other guns in his apartment, hidden in various air ducts and ceiling tiles. Other than guns, girls, and cigars, he loves his job. He gets some pretty good money for dealing out with drugs and such and that's all he cares much about: fueling his ever-constant need for luxurious smokes, dumb bimbos, and beautiful killing-machines.History:
A timeline of Drago's criminal life is pretty simple: when he was about 14 he started smoking and this caused him to levitate toward the drug groups. He didn't get into drugs but he saw an opportunity to make serious cash off of the people who actually did want the crap. He was a sly boy and still is, never been caught but when it came close, he knew how to cover himself. As a young boy he moved through girlfriends but he didn't discover the wonder of oral sex until he was about 16 and then got laid for the first time on his 17th birthday. And kept moving from there, a girl or two almost every week and he knew how to woe them and make the panties drop. As soon as he turned 18 he left home (and changed his name. It was originally Alberto Pacienti but he thought it was boring), thinking it was boring, and as he did as a boy, he levitated towards the drug groups until he was unofficially adopted into a gang and has been there for now five years. He loves his life: it's simple and fits all of his wants, the effort needed to get a girl into his bed.Sample:
I don't know why I'm even typing this at this point but I kind of want to get the point of his love for guns seen better sooo here goes [it'll probably be short, sorry!]:Other:
He was off that day and didn't feel quite like sniffing around for a girl that day so he sat and turned his single action revolver in his hands. It was sleek, it was beautiful, it could kill instantly. What could be more powerful? Playing God, deciding whether its wound would be fatal or merely painful to its inflictee, with such artistry and grace in the curve of its barrel and the click, SHOT! it made before someone was about to get hole-punched. He had a dead aim and he knew the point to a person in which would kill and which would inflict simply searing pain. He enjoyed blades as well, for they, too, could inflict precise death/pain according to what the possesser desired but a blade could not match the stealth, glamor, or charm of a pistol.
He's got excellenttttttttttt aim. Just sayin'.