Post by BANE MICHELANGLO PARIADAZO on Mar 5, 2012 18:43:21 GMT -5
BANE MICHELANGLO PARIADAZO!
| CLEVER | WILD | LONELY |
Name:Bane Michelangelo Pariadazo
Age: 19
Birthdate: December 16, 1992
Gender: Male (Much to his dismay)
Species: Werewolf; Vokul
Family Members: Both parents were murdered by the sister of Bane’s lost lover. His eldest brother and older sister are still alive today, although his brother is a rouge and his sister’s location is unknown.
Height: 6’3
Weight: 140 (Moderately underweight; suffers quietly from bulimia)
Build: Thick, black locks frame a chiseled face, cheekbones rising as acutely cut accentuates to a strong jawline. Full, pouty lips, tinted the color of a budding primrose bridle sharp canines that have been purposely filed to points. Fastened securely to these canines are heavy diamonds, very small yet still very bright. Jaunty hips protrude from the base of a long, elegant waist; slender arms and legs act with the poise of a dancer and the dexterity of a gymnast. Ivory skin is stretched taut over a sharp skeletal structure-- the little muscle he has is defined quite well from years of strenuous running.
On his back, two massive wing tattoos spread. The skin itself is a mess of nasty scars, a reminder of the years of abuse he endured as a child. One particular gash wraps itself around his back and expands to his right hip; this is the most prominent of all of his scars. At the very base of his tailbone, he also sports a small butterfly tattoo, on his right hip, a small collection of hearts. As for piercings, Bane's left nostril is pierced; he usually only wears a small diamond there. His belly button is pierced, this was the first one he ever got. He is quite fond of his tongue piercings; he has two, and he loves to flash them. His hips are also pierced, he likes these a lot too. in his left ear, he has four outer ear singles and a bar; on his right he has six outer ear singles.
Hair Color:Layers of dark hair adorn his skull, falling just past the nape of his neck at its longest point, kept parted to the right side. Naturally, his hair is blonde and it grows rather fast, so if he lets it go for too long without dying it, he'll grow blonde roots.
Eye Color: His eyes are a combination of cerulean, silver and shards of navy, textured like broken glass and dusted with a light coating of frost.
Play- By:[/ul] Alex McKee
Personality: Bitterly humorous, Bane spends a lot of his time loafing about and cracking harsh jokes. He has an awful knack for digging up people’s deepest insecurities and prodding at them, teasing and testing them. Bane is the one louse that slinks around the edges of the dark, the one that sends chills up your spine when he looks you dead on. Despite all this creepiness, he really is a warm pup at heart, loyal to few but loyal until the end. He loves with his whole heart but would never let anyone know it. He gets snippy when he’s tired, has a bad habit with the bottle. And, oh yeah, he’s as queer as they come, did I mention that?
Likes: Boys. All Boys.
Rough play
Snapping teeth
Protruding hip bones
Purging
Forest runs
Quiet time
Drawing
The color blue
Liquor
Dislikes: Water
Naggy women
Homophobes
Being forced to eat
Cabin Fever
Antiseptic Fluid
The color yellow
Strengths: Fast runner
Light on his feet
Stealthy
Fantastic liar
Clever
Plays well with others
Weaknesses:
Liquor
Laziness
Can’t swim
Impatient
Parties Hard
History:[/ul]
Bane Paridazo was born and raised in Sicily, Italy. Brought up by a wealthy family, Bane was taught to speak Sicilian (his native language; generic Italian as well) English, Latin, French and Russian. He is fluent in all of these, and plans on teaching himself more. He harbors a deep love for foreign cultures and languages, and he readily embraces them. The only language that ever gives him trouble is Spanish, because of how similar it is to Sicilian.
When Bane was ten, his family --his mother, father and four other siblings-- moved to Florida to escape some issues arisen from his fathers shady "business" deals. Bane does NOT like to talk about the family business. He had a hard time adjusting to the United States. His accent made it hard for the other kids to understand him when he talked; the town they chose to live in was small and reclusive, hesitant to accept new members. He was far ahead of all of the children his age intellectually; school work was slow and boring, nothing like the work his tutor had given him back home. On top of the struggles in school, Bane faced issues at home. He was often left alone with his father, an abusive drunk and violent rapist. Bane was beat, violated, scorned, torn to pieces physically and mentally by the big man. On nights like this, after his father had had his fun and sent him away, Bane would scurry to cower in the arms of his older brother, Marco. Marco would nurse his wounds and make him laugh, and for that Bane loved him. He also found comfort in his older sister, his Irish twin Giulietta, or Juliet. When Bane turned thirteen, Marco moved away, Bane and Juliet fought against the world hand in hand. To this day, they rarely do anything separate.
When Bane reached fifteen, Bane's father and mother decided the two would be fine at home by themselves. They left to take care of business around the world. They rarely come home. Bane was sent to a special facility for testing by his school after his teachers noticed he had a peculiar knack for memorization. The scientists at the institution were reluctant to take him at first, but after fervent beguiling by the board, they agreed. Bane's I.Q tested 176.
Shocked, the doctors and the school board agreed the boy would be more apt to learn quickly outside of the confines of school, at his own pace.
Bane was turned when he was seventeen, so he is still fairly new to the and cycle. The wolf that turned him was a rouge, a dirty, stinking beast with a terrifying set of jaws and an uncontrollable temper. Bane has been taking a night stroll, as he often did, and when he rounded a corner he came upon the wolfman gnawing, half changed, on a dead dog. Horrified, Bane had tried to escape the grisly beast, but no matter how hard he ran, he simply was not fast enough. Bane likes to think he put up a good struggle, but all this did was enrage the man, and by the time he was done, Bane was near dead. Torn to shreds and left to lie in a pool of his own blood, it was a miracle he didn't just die right there. The police found him thirty-eight hours later, and he was delivered to the local hospital. He was released a week later, the eve of the full moon. He experienced his first change the night after.
... behind the curtain
Alias: Bane
Experience: I’ve been RP’ing for about 4 years now, not a stranger to really anything…
How you found us: D.io!
Other characters: IN PROGRESS
How we should contact you: c453ydf@gmail.com
