Post by Pantaleone Tore on Dec 21, 2010 18:09:58 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][bg=ffffff][atrb=width,450,true] Name: Pantaleone Tore [SICILY] Age: Twenty-One Academic Goals: MAJOR; Psychology MINOR; Medicine Class Taught: Counselor/School Doctor Occupation: Off campus? Nothing. Likes: gourmet foods, other italian foods, breadsticks, sleep medication*, psychology, classical music, opera, success, business operations, getting his way, keeping clean, wearing nice clothes, being complimented, reading through diaries/journals, tormenting others, scheming, getting work done, sleeping, indoors, having at least one other person around. Dislikes: animals, men, women, children, nature, outdoors, being hungry, being sleepy, being bored, getting dirty, his clothes being torn, being alone, "heart-to-heart" talks, disrespect, authority, losing, people standing up to him, stupidity, being pestered, anything besides classical or opera, physical labor. Personality: To describe the ferocity of one such as this would be to tear out every moral the world has set and rebuild in good deed's place an ulterior motive for everything. This man, though charming, is nothing more than a wolf in sheep's clothing, if you will. There isn't a single good intention in anything that he does, though this fact is cleverly hidden by the outward appearance that he gives off. Outwardly, this is how one would describe him: Panta is a kind and understanding man. He is quick to aid those who request his help, and in a gentle way he scolds those who mess up. He can be seen as someone who will support those he cares for, and often has a fatherly attitude with anyone close. With a charming smile and a graceful step, he is looked up to by many others. He is a true gentleman and a favorite among the female population, and likewise he is an intelligent leader who is also a favorite among the male population. Other than his lack of athleticism, Panta is a very well-rounded man in all other studies. He is extremely organized and always running around, making it seem as if he has no time. He somehow finds a way, though, and gladly assists others. He is a true man, some say... Many say, actually. Every single one of them has no idea as to who he truly is. Pantaleone Tore, as if he were a child birthed from everything that the Mafia itself is, is a cold and cunning man. Every good deed gets him closer to the top, and the closer to the top he is then the more power he has. Power, however, is not his goal. Every action is simply out of curiosity. How far can he get like this? How many can he fool? What can he do with he power that he has? It is more like a game for him, and each and every person is something of a pawn. He could care less for the pieces, however, but only about how they are played. Panta holds nobody close. He seems incapable of such a relationship, friendship or love. It is difficult to befriend him, as well, if you know what he is truly like. It could possibly be said that he isn't a bad guy. He isn't out to get anyone, nor does he hold a hate for the world or anything of the sort. As said before, everything is simply an ulterior motive. Panta stands at more of a neutral stance. A chaotic neutral, really. He strives only to satisfy himself holding no concern for anyone else. Someone like this seeks to remove all authority, harmony, and order in society. He may give off the appearance of putting it together, but by the end of the game he would just as quickly throw the pieces onto the floor and then begin to put them back together in his own order. History: Panta has always been a fairly laid back sort of guy. He enjoys being the number two guy, a lot of power but without the weight of the world on his shoulders. It was always a position he favored, though he didn't mind snatching up number one's spot when the opportunity was presented to him. This trait was apparent all throughout his life: a systematic repetition. Even to this day he does it, huddling up under the name of Counselor and School Doctor. He gets to see a wide variety of students, knows their grades, what clubs their in, and even what medication they are taking. He likes to know what is going on, and so... why not? Sample Post: Just in case was what he was. Just in case the eldest son died. Then he would become a person. He would have a name and a life. His previous life would be erased from the minds of the people and he would be their leader. This boy who did not mind being locked away, who played with his deceased elder sister's dolls and studied their behavior as if living beings. He studied his own self, writing down his thoughts and noting them in a different color. I feel sad today. It really does get lonely. He would write. This emotion is only natural. The loss of his sister happened a year ago and he now rarely sees another human face. Loneliness is to be expected. He would note every feeling, every thought, explain every behavior. He was fascinated by the human mind, and used his own self as the test subject. But... This was hardly interesting. This was... Boring. Only natural. The subject does not hide things from himself. "Wake up. Wake up." An insistant noise. A horrid rapping. His name, was it? That was what it was. Amor. Amor Magadia. That is who he is. Who he was born as, but never allowed to grow up to be. More noise. It was so loud. He tossed and turned in his bed. Screaming. Was he finally losing himself? He rolled out of bed, the exhaustion of too many pills weighing down on his body like unbearable weights. He reached out for his desk several times before finally falling to the floor, knocking over his chair in the process. Sleep. He needed sleep. He could feel his body shutting down on itself. Darkness closing in. Noise fading. It became but a soft lullaby to which he fell asleep to once again. A drumming. Soft. Like the beat of rain. It was like the beat of rain against the ceiling. The window-less walls all around. It was... Drip. Amber eyes flutter open. The ceiling looks black. Unusual. Was it simply dark? But it smelled. It smelled of burning wood, like a fireplace, but something more. The stink of burning plastic and the too-warm atmosphere. He reached up to grab onto nothing. His light was out. That was why, but what was the burnt smell? What was the screaming? People calling... No, not his name. his brother's name. What was his name? Ah, was this a result of the pills? Slight memory loss? It would eventually come back, yes? Unless this was his own doing, slipping the names of those closest into the darkest depths that the overdose had brought him into, but would he go back to retrieve them? Perhaps like bodies in the water they would eventually surface. Like a murder gone wrong, they would eventually come bubbling back up like a nightmare. A bad dream. That was all it was. Crunch. Crunch. His bare feet hurt. Splintered wood and shattered glass tore into his feet as he picked his way through the rubble. The rubble. The rubble. It was... Everything was gone. Call him. A number stuck into his mind. It hung off his tongue like a bad taste. Vomit. Colorful vomit, but it reeked all the same. A memory better left dead. "Call this number if anything should happen to the family." Just in case, right? He dialed the number. Eyes watched the boy clinging to the payphone, his face pressed into the numbers. His black hair fell over his face, covering it. His bare feet had long since ceased its red trail, but they still pained him. "Hello?" Said the voice at the other end. The boy gave a weak, smoke-filled-lung chuckle before saying, "I was informed I should call if anything should ever happen to my family." "Yes. It is good to here from you, dear boy." And thus it began. * Sleep Medication- Panta is slightly addicted. He takes it when he considers the day over rather than waiting for sleep to take him. He can often times pop a pill without realizing it, though, as it has gotten to that point. You may even find him asleep at his desk and be unable to wake him up... Just make sure he's still breathing... And no, the dean doesn't know about this, so shhh! _ OOC Alias: (an OOC nickname; contact email? ) Timezone: (+ any notes about availability?) Favorite Pairings: (2-5 please?) Alternate Characters: (any other charas you play often?) |
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