Post by anton on Mar 31, 2013 6:57:33 GMT -8
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[cs=3][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,width: 460px; text-align: center; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px;] Anton Romero Di Grazia | ||
[cs=3][atrb=style,width: 460px; text-align: center; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px;] Cruel . Passionate . Gruff | ||
[cs=3][atrb=style,width: 460px; text-align: center; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px;] . Monstro . il figlio di Satana | ||
[cs=3][atrb=style,width: 460px; text-align: center; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px;] Twenty Four | ||
[cs=3][atrb=style,width: 460px; text-align: center; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px;] June Sixth 1989 | ||
[cs=3][atrb=style,width: 460px; text-align: center; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px;] Male | ||
[cs=3][atrb=style,width: 460px; text-align: center; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px;] Pansexual | ||
[cs=3][atrb=style,width: 460px; text-align: center; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px;] IMPEDIO SOCIETY | ||
[cs=3][atrb=style,width: 460px; text-align: center; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px;] Currently Serves as an Impedio hunter, tasked with tracking down and dealing with awakened individuals whom the society considers as threats. While he's not hunting, he works as a delivery man for Amazon.com | ||
[cs=3][atrb=style,width: 460px; text-align: center; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px;] Personality | ||
[cs=3][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,width: 450px; text-align: center; padding-left: 25px; padding-right: 25px;] Any glow of warmth was snuffed out of Anton's eyes by his upbringing. The only motherly love he had was too short a time to really have an effect on him. He is cold, dark and borderline psychotic. He refuses to endure the horror of other humans in preference to polishing his guns and training further. Death could never phase him, nor could any other human emotion relating to it. Crying over those lost was a weakness, and in his line of work there was no room for that. There was little for any human emotions when he thought about it. There was only a cold stoic hunter, and an angry demon just below the surface. To call Anton unstable was an understatement, and he did very little to keep himself in check. That would only waste resources that he could spend on hunting. While he was on the prowl, was when Anton felt the calmest. Outside of the hunt he was a hydrogen bomb inches from the ground. It could take so little to set him off. When Anton explodes, which was each time he got angry, he wouldn't be content with raising his voice alone. The thing that made him angry had to pay. Flipping tables was common, and he broke more computers then a normal human should. He no longer bothered with any large or expensive TV's and more posters covered holes in his wall then didn't. The only thing he could never get mad at, or ever wish to harm were his weapons. They had seen him though each of his missions and as long as he took care of them, they did their job and brought him satisfaction. Anton has very little in life that makes him happy, and very little to be upset over. As long as his food is healthy he'll eat it. Alcohol is a waste of time, music is pointless though he secretly enjoys heavy metal, and even more secretly loves Enya. He has a poster of her hidden behind a chest of drawers. If someone tried to befriend Anton, he'd ignore them, unless they found something they had in common, then Anton would be shocked that another human being understood even a part of him. Anton isn't so much against love as he is certain no one could love him, and he has accepted that fact, not minding the consequences much. An Emotional bond made people weak, yet he still wondered why people could feel so comfortable in pairs. LIKES
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[cs=3][atrb=style,width: 460px; text-align: center; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px;] Lineage | ||
[cs=3][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,width: 450px; text-align: center; padding-left: 25px; padding-right: 25px;] Anton was born part Russian and part Italian with blood ties to the mafia, however he has long since fallen away from the mobs, considering his parents had him in secret and ever gave him a name. Not that he wants anything to do with them. Death was a game to then, not a passion. He can speak English, French and Italian, and is comfortable with that. If one of hose language can;t express his emotions, a gun will. | ||
[cs=3][atrb=style,width: 460px; text-align: center; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px;] History | ||
[cs=3][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,width: 450px; text-align: center; padding-left: 25px; padding-right: 25px;] Anton was born in Italy to his Italian father and Russian mother, and was quickly abandoned. Both were members of their respective homelands' mafias, the news of their child would have been the end of them. In the dead of night, Anton was given to the Italian orphanage. The nuns were shocked to see such a young new born on their doorstep, but they took him in and went strait to the hospital. Nothing could be seen as wrong with the child, but the nurses and doctors opted to keep Anton over night. Sister Clair, believing the child was given to them, opted to name the child Anton Di Grazia. She had a brother named Anton, from her homeland in northern Europe, and Di Grazia “of Grace”. Anton was her gift from god, and for the most part, she was the only Anton listened to as he grew up. He always proved to be the rebellious child. Climbing walls where he wasn't supposed to, staying up all night and misbehaving in general. Possible parents would come and go, and eventually someone came along, and took Anton away. Sister Claire was saddened, yes, but she was happy to see her little gift from god go to a new home. Anton wished he could be just as happy. The parents that took him in weren't the kindest of people, far from it. They barely paid any attention to him. Often he would go hungry for a day or two, and didn't attend school. When he acted up, he was hit and beat until he quieted down. They never wanted a kid, they just wanted the tax benefit. They thought they could just ignore Anton and he'd take care of himself. Unfortunately for them, they created a time bomb, a monster. While most children would lie down and take it, Anton bottled it up inside of him, and took off one evening. He wanted to make them hurt, and make them suffer. In fact he wanted everyone to feel the way he did. That's when he found impedio, or they found him. Anton couldn't remember any more. All he could remember was feeling angry at everyone there, until training started. His anger was channelled into his work. At fifteen he shot his first gun, it was just a pistol, and into ballistic gel but he realized how easy it was to kill others. From then on his focus went into hunting, sure it wasn't mass murder, but Anton realized the people he hunted needed to be killed. He was content with that. He studied as hard as he could, learning the various weakness that existed within the human body. He trained his body to be able to keep up with the awakened freaks, and take them out, by bullet or blade. Hunting slowly became his hobby, finding interesting ways to sneak up on people. Execution became his fascination, he strived to find one new way to make someone die per day. Death was his bedfellow, trading human companionship for the thrill of the hunt was something he did long ago. Los Angeles was his destination as soon as he heard of the monsters surfacing. A smile that had long since left his face had resurfaced, as had a laugh he thought he was long since incapable of. He boarded the plane, his personal collection of weaponry came along with him. Europe to the United states was quite the flight, but he didn't mind. In fact he managed to get a few hours of sleep, his dreams filled with the bloodied frenzy of death he was set to unleash. | ||
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[cs=3][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,width: 400px; text-align: center; padding-left: 50px; padding-right: 50px;] For the longest time Anton refused the use of an artifact, however in light of what it was he was up against, he opted to accept what ever the Society had to offer him. He was given a collar that, in a twist he find ironic, has heightened his senses in a specific manner. His hearing is greater then a humans, with a higher range. His vision in low light has improved, however, it more motion he sees, and not actual shapes and figures. His sense of smell is heightened by the collar. One particular of the collar he would rather live without is the shade of yellow his eyes turn while he is wearing it. It makes it hard to blend in, as it is quite the vibrant shade. | ||
[cs=3][atrb=style,width: 460px; text-align: center; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px;] Roleplayer Information | ||
[cs=3][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,width: 400px; text-align: center; padding-left: 50px; padding-right: 50px;] SAGE;; Also plays Lucas O'Connor . Scott MacGreggor . Agent FACE CLAIM;; Happy Tree Friends – humanoid Flippy | ||
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