Post by gianni celio ambrogi volturi on Mar 11, 2013 17:06:09 GMT -8
GIANNI celio AMBROGI
Full Name :: gianni celio ambrogi volturi
Nicknames :: gee
Date of Birth :: december thirty-first, seventeen fourty-two
Physical Age :: twenty-one
Mental Age :: three hundred and eighteen
Species :: vampire
Ability�s :: cryokinesis
Height :: six feet, one and a half inches
Weight ::[/i] one hundred and sixty-four pounds
Hair ::[/i] dark brown
Eyes ::[/i] black when thirsty, red when quenched; ice blue as a human
Play by ::[/i] elio germano
Likes ::
� snow&ice
� protecting his master (and those he cares for)
� daylight
� the scent of blood
� the taste of (human) blood
� rat pack / swing music
� the american fifties&sixties
� intimate settings
� being part of something important
� romanticism
Dislikes ::
� being overpowered
� flames
� overly bright lights
� being in very large groups
� the pitch dark
� being completely alone
� having to do things against his will
� not having a choice in the matter
� not being able to have children
� being disrespected
Strenghts ::
� can create ice and freeze objects at will
� difficult to manipulate
Weaknesses ::
� relies on his ice rather than his physical strength
� stubborn
Habits/Quirks ::
� usually found playing with a ball of ice he's created
� only drinks the blood of females
Fears ::
� the volturi being defeated
� being discovered by a human
� being burned
Secrets ::
� he attempted a vegetarian lifestyle for a few months when he escaped from the volturi
� in his newborn rage, he killed his young daughter
Personality ::
gee's a proud man, and plenty stubborn. once he makes up his mind on an issue, he won't budge on it, unless of course a superior wants him to do otherwise. he may be proud, but he respects those above him. still, that doesn't mean he won't argue with them at all.[/size]
deep down, he's a romantic. he'll flirt with the ladies shamelessly, but at least he's classy with it. he's the sort of guy who'll give a girl a dozen red roses, or, cheesier still, a rose for every day he's known her. long walks in the moonlight and romantic dinners --or at pseudo dinners with the vampire women, as even gianni can't make feasting on human blood romantic-- by candle light, all that sort of thing. but he's never quite serious with his relationships: he's looking for that one girl who'll change his world.
Mother ::[/i] gabriella ambrogi
Father ::[/i] piero ambrogi
Siblings ::[/i] rosina ambrogi, mariangela ambrogi, guilo ambrogi
Other important people ::[/i]
eva ambrogi; ex-wife
isabella ambrogi; daughter
aro volturi; master/creator
caius volturi; master
marcus volturi; master
volturi guard; coven members/co-workers
History ::[/i]
'father, must i really marry eva?' gianni'd asked the question at least twice every day the last week. he'd known of the engagement for months, but now, with the wedding only days away, it had finally sunk in that he'd be marrying the girl.[/size]
it wasn't that he didn't like eva, she was a nice enough girl. but if he was going to marry, he didn't want it to be some girl his father'd picked out because her family had money! his older sister, rosina, had gone into an arranged marriage as well, and she was far from happy.
his father sighed and shook his head, trying to keep his temper. 'gianni, you are marrying her and there is no way around it. you will learn to be happy with her as i have learned to be with your mother.' the man's voice was stern, no room for arguement with his words.
'but can we not wait another year? father, i'm only sixteen, only just a man. let me enjoy my youth before i marry!' as if there was anything for a shoemaker's son to enjoy. but within that year, as morbid and ugly of a hope it was, gianni hoped eva would die, or himself. it wasn't uncommon, not with the fear of the plague still on their minds.
the older man grunted and shook his head hard. 'gianni, no. you are marrying eva on the date arranged. there is no way around it. and if you ask again, i will beat you. do you understand?' his dark eyes were hard, staring into his son's ice blue orbs. the orbs grew large, then lowered, staring at his feet.
'yes, father. i understand.' there was no way around it. he'd be a married man in a matter of days.* * *
little isabella slept in his arm, tiny pink thumb in her mouth. he hadn't learned to be happy with eva like his father had said, but his life was better with his daughter. years ago, he would have scoffed at the thought: married at sixteen, a father two years later. eighteen. he'd only been eighteen.
but so proud. so glad and proud to be the father of such a beautiful young girl. she was two now, or nearly two. he was twenty, and eva seventeen. young, all of them. but all of with so much to live for.
isabella stirred in his arms, yawning wide and her little pale eyelids fluttering. 'papa,' she crooned, smiling sleeping up at her father. gianni's heart swelled and he bent to kiss her forehead.* * *
'help! someone help!' the pain. it was all he could sense. he couldn't hear his words, but screamed anyway. 'please! someone, help!'
he'd been attacked out of no where, forced to the ground, and then the pain had started. it'd been a human, or at least human shaped. and now, he was dying. the pain, so much of it, was too much. he couldn't fight it. and why bother? it'd win no matter what, he'd eventually tire. so why not give in now.
gianni gave himself to the fire.* * *
[]
when he awoke to his new life, gianni found himself surround by the volturi guard, all protecting aro. the leader spared no time in finding out his newest creation's talent: he sent eleazar up unprotected. gianni was smart enough to not attack the man, and eleazar pronounced his ability to manipulate ice.
at first, gee had no idea how to do it: he could feel his body wanting to, but couldn't actually use it. it took him nearly a decade to discover how to use his gift, and as soon as he did, aro placed him on his guard.
after two centuries of being used and killing both his own kind and what he used to be, gianni grew fed up with the volturi and left. he went to america, having always wondered about what was once the 'new world'. it was nineteen fifty-two when he arrived in the states, and gianni loved the culture. the speak-easys, the music, the dancing. he loved it.
but after twenty years in the united states, he felt himself missing the power he felt from being in the volturi. he returned to aro, knowing that he very well could be killed. but, since aro'd never seen anyone with a gift like his, gianni was spared and put back on the guard.
Your name ::[/i] severen
Age ::[/i] eighteen
Experience ::[/i] come on guys, we've been over this >.>
Have you read the rules ::[/i] musical <3
Role Play Sample ::[/i]
her small smile grew at her husband's touch, and she squeezed his hand gently, listening as he spoke, then laughing at his words. 'you know me too well, em,' rose chuckled, turning to show and share her happiness. of course he knew her, they'd been together longer than any human couple could. saving emmett had been the one good thing she'd done in her second life, the one thing she could actually feel good about.[/size]
and then the vampire tears came, stinging her golden eyes. rose blinked fast, still grinning from ear to ear. she wasn't usually so emotional, but when emmett started getting all lovey-dovey, it somehow affected her too. 'emmett, you say it more than often enough. and even when you don't say it, i know you do.' she leaned over to quick kiss his cheek, the car not once moving from it's lane. 'and you know i love you, too.' and she knew he did. how couldn't he, after their years together? the things they'd been through, had done. all the weddings, the houses they'd shared, even if they didn't last long.
it didn't take long to get to the park, not with rose's speeding. she parked her little red car, then turned again to her mate, plenty happy where she was. he wanted to go to the park, but she didn't care where they were, so long as they were together. leaning over, she rested her head on emmett's broad shoulder, her eyes closed. a content sigh broke through her lips, and rose nuzzled her cheek into her mate. she was happy, purely happy.
