Post by Deleted on Apr 13, 2009 2:16:40 GMT -5
“Nero Come Le Pece”
“There are two kinds of people in this world. Killers and everyone else..”
“There are two kinds of people in this world. Killers and everyone else..”
Humble Title:
Angelo Romano
Infamous Label(s):
Cross, Angel, Nero Come Le Pece (Pitch Black)
Biological Makeup:
Male
Animalistic Attraction:
Heterosexual
Blood Ties:
Lycan
My GOD given right!:
† Enhanced Speed
† Enhanced Strength
† Heightened Senses
† Lycanthrope
† Accelerated Regeneration
Time rages on:
Sixty Five (Appears to be in the Late Twenties)
Towering Fear:
6' 3"
Heavier than Stones:
220 Lbs
Bow to me:
Slave Trafficking
Weapons are for girls: --
All the Extras:
† A necklace thats charm says "Amelia"
More then meets the eye:
† Protective • Mess with his friends and there is nowhere safe in the city you can go. Cross is not normally an aggressive person unless its fooling around, however when it comes to someone seriously attacking his friends it's almost the last thing you'll see before a fist. Those who manage to leave a lasting impression on Cross often end up "Under his Wing" as he says, and for those people he'd do anything, even take the blame for something stupid that they've done. Friends before all else, friends for life.
† Aggressive • Cross is perhaps one of the most dominante and aggressive beings one could come across. Due to his fierce territorial nature, he loves to assert himself over others, especially those weaker and more submissive. A good challenge literally makes him excited mentally, and sometimes even physically depending on the gender of the challenger. Often he is rough with everyone both physically and verbally, however sometimes this is also what makes him feared, knowing how much of a dangerous and easily angered man he is.
† Cunning • Like a Wolf, Cross always has alternate means of accomplishing his goals. Often he will operate alone and use simply traps, information, or fears to lead his victims into their own death or servitude. His words can be like poison, they're sweet and innocent to the ears however every statement has an alterior motive, everything has an unspoken truth. In many situations it only takes him mere moments to figure a person out, how they tick and bring them to their knees.
† Lover? • A more hidden side of Cross, there is a man within that can actually be quite the dedicated lover. To those who reach this side of him, they will find a devoted and loveable person who does whatever they can to please them. This side however was buried deep due to events of the past, his only true sense of self since the change. This is the only piece of him that has kept him semi tied to the humans. If it were to EVER be broken, there would be one very dangerous Lycan out there..
It's an animal thing:
Cross is what most would consider to be a beast of a man. He stands at a massive six foot three and weights over two hundred pounds. His face is pretty rugged, especially when he doesn't shave and his chin is covered in dark gray stubble. His eyes hold a fierce look within them, however that is the most notable thing about his face other then the fact that he is bald therefore there is no real hair that crops his dome. He has a real strong chin and a very aggressive look to him usually, however most females would define this as very attractive, that almost brooding look.
His skin tone is a lightly tanned color, kind of like a creamy caramel tint. However this sits over a ripped torso, his body is composed of nothing but pure muscle and very little body fat. His chest, stomach, arms, shoulders, and back are all tightly refined into a dense wall of sinewy muscles that make him hit harder then a steel wall. His hands and feet are also quite large, which makes some ladies giggle when they make that comparison. Strangely however when he is in his mortal form, the only body hair he possesses happens to be located on his arm pits, arms, and face, he doesnt seem to grow it anywhere else.
As for clothing, Cross is mostly a fan of black jeans and a wife beater. He has however been known to sport a Leather jacket and a pair of sunglasses that are a smokey black color. There are often many times where he will be without a shirt in public as well, showing off what he was blessed with. However his style definitely follows the above as often as possible. The only thing that usually changes is the leather jacket from black to a brown one with fur along the hood.
Appealing Characteristics:
† Physically Attractive
† Intelligent
† A deep growly voice
† Captivating Eyes
† A handsome smile
Appalling Characteristics:
† Overly Aggressive
† Sometimes Crude
† Destructive
† Moody
† Excessively Arrogant
Likes:
† Rare Meat
† Fast Cars
† A Hot Body
† Dominating others
† A Fresh Kill
Dislikes:
† Angels
† Vampires
† Shape Shifters
† Powerful Odors
† Lycans
Fears:
† Betrayal
† The loss of his pack
† Not getting into Heaven (Secret)
† God actually isn't watching (Secret)
† Reminders of the Past
Strengths:
† Street Smarts
† Powers
† Lycan Pack
† Vast Resources
† Amazing Endurance, even for a Lycan
Weaknesses:
† Silver
† Reminders of the past
† Electrical currents
† Human Children (Secret)
Every Dog has his day:
"And though I have sinned..
Angelo Romano, the perfect Husband and father to a family of six. He was living his dream, the owner of a successful auto garage chain that seemed to be making him a lot of money. Everything was going his way, a nice house, a nice care, four kids, and an amazingly lovely wife. Fate however was always known to turn on someone with the drop of a pin. A rustling in the garage would be the only sound that alerted the Romano family that something was wrong, dead wrong. Rousing from his sleep, Angelo would gather his shotgun and make his way down stairs, kicking in the garage door he would find.. nothing.
Screams!
Pumping the the Shotgun to replace the old shell, Angelo would rush up to the second floor to find out what the noise had been. He would make it too late however, just as he hit the landing he would see two large forms smash out the upstairs window carrying a woman between them, his Wife Amelia. The corpses of his four small children would lay strewn about the floor with their necks torn out. Angelo, suffering from the heartache of this tremendous loss would lose it completely. His mind, body, and soul all cried out for revenge and so that would become his motivation. Doing some research he would easily uncover a supernatural slavery ring, easy to those who had seen what he saw.
The sample left on his wall of fur could only point to one creature, Lycans. Doing all the research he could, Angelo would trace the creatures back to a den in the inner suburbs. This was where the story would truly begin. Showing up armed to the teeth, the man would bravely storm the place alone, blasting his way down to the cellar where his wife was kept. He did not plan however on them organizing so quickly, within moments he would be on the ground beneath a large Lycan who was about to end his life. That however was when the strange singing would be heard. In a panicked frenzy the wolves would kill his wife and flee, the door bursting open to reveal a heavenly light.
The Angels had come to save the slaves, however they had come just a moment too late. Sadness in his heart once more, it would quickly be replaced by a cold bitterness. A god that did not protect his people? He was sleeping!? Anger would be sent forth unto those who he deemed responsible. God, the Angels, the Lycans, they were all to be punished in his eyes. That was when he'd notice one small detail, he had been bitten. The transformation was painful at first, oh yes, however after awhile the pain would subside and he would learn to tame his gifts, he would become a powerful menace amongst the other wolves. His own pack of Lycans, ones who hated what they had become and those who made them came together for the purpose of revenge.
He would become the enemy, become the very thing he hated so that he could get into their mind set. From this point on his pack would deal in slaves in the hopes that one day they would encounter the ones who did this to them and make them pay for their crimes. From this point on is where the true story of Angelo and his pack begins, however where it ends is up to those who cross his path. Perhaps one day he'll find the peace and closure he needs in someone to end this path of bloody destruction.
..I have loved to the point of madness."
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