Post by DAMIAN SILVANUS FALCONI on Jul 22, 2012 0:17:42 GMT -5
DAMIAN FALCONI
full name Damian Silvanus Falconi.
nicknames Dame, Dam, Batman, Princess Damina, Bambi.
type Original.
gender Male.
age Seventeen.
birthday July 12th.
group Neutral.
clique Joker.
grade Junior.
sexualityBicuriousBig Gay Al kind of gay.
occupation Part time chef.
face claim Harry Styles.
alias Dee.
persona
energetic, innovative, humble, respectful, easy going, fun, goofy, hilarious, forgetful, airhead, stupid, restless, gullible, tempered when provoked, distracted, enthusiastic, confused, happy, helpful, selfless, talented, humorous, affectionate, cheerful, cooporative, considerate, expansive, determined, polite, coward, faithful, loyal, trusting, flexible, forgiving, scattered, friendly, grateful, jealous, immature, optimistic, impractical, irresponsible, unrestrained, honest.
life
Here’s what you missed onGleeDamian’s life! As the third born child there’s a bit to know before getting to his birth, after all.
Oz Falconi and Monica Harlow met as teenagers, maintaining a long term on and off relationship that had its fair share of hardships. Oz’s violent tendencies and inability to be faithful, Monica’s ideas of revenge, financial issues, family issues, and two bouts of cancer for Monica. But somehow, despite of it all and despite their own doubts on one another, the young couple lasted. They were certainly not the couple that anyone expected would last, but even fucked up kids like Monica and Oz needed someone to call their own. And before they were even twenty years old they had their first child, which was very unexpected. Even the couple didn’t think they would make good parents and there was the worry about Monica’s health as she was just out of remission for the second time. But the people doubting them only made them want to do this even more. Fuck everyone else, they would make great parents.
Sure enough, Stephanie Persephone Falconi was born. By this point Oz was attending college, had a shitty one room apartment, and two jobs to support his little family. The first few months of Stephanie’s life Oz honestly didn’t do much for his daughter. He kept himself busy with work and school and other women. Yes, slipping back into his cheating ways though eventually him and Monica came to an agreement that as long as he was only having sex with them and not being sweet like he was to her then it was all right. But Monica wouldn’t let him do nothing with his daughter for much longer. She forced Oz to grow a pair and take care of his daughter like any other self-respecting father would. We’d like to say he instantly fell in love but it took a bit of work before that happened.
Two years passed and Oz and Monica had developed their own rather unique parenting style filled with horror movies and Batman. Oz proposed in a very boring fashion and was forced to do it again with more flash before she would say yes, their wedding very small as they had little money to waste in such a thing. And then Monica was pregnant again, and this time they were far more prepared. Talia Fortuna Falconi was born and this time there was instant love from everyone. It was then that they decided to move out of their shit hole of a town, now that Oz had graduated and their family was bigger. Their first move was to Anaheim, where they lived for six years.
Two years before moving out of Anaheim the final member of the Falconi family was born, a little boy this time with adorable little curls and bright blue eyes like his daddy. From the start he was very unlike his sisters, who had both been rather low maintenance as far as babies went. Stephanie and Talia hadn’t been all that fussy in the long run, but Damian Silvanus Falconi hated being put down. He hated when he wasn’t in someone’s arms and would make a fuss until someone came to give him affection. It would be nice to say he grew out of that but he really didn’t. As a toddler he was clinging to his parents legs or begging to be on their shoulders. The girls both adored and hated him, it seemed. They hated the attention he took away from them but he was just so darn cute. Their final move was under the promises of Oz being able to open his own restaurant finally and Monica being able to get a better job as a publicist than the one she had at Anaheim. So they packed up and moved and within a year after settling down in Maryland the restaurant’s opening day was coming.
From here on growing up was rather easy for Damian. He was a very happy little boy, most unlike the seriousness that surrounded his family. He grew up sharing his father’s love for comic books and Batman, like his sisters did. He was a weird little boy who would wear several masks at a time and have a new invisible friend every other day and an imagination that was incomparable. His sisters teased him mercilessly but he never seemed to mind until they brought out the princess dresses and tiaras and chased him with them so he could be Princess Damina. He was a bubbly and affectionate child who everyone seemed to enjoy the presence of. Come school time he struggled quite a bit, his inability to pay attention mixed with a slow processing brain made Oz and Monica worry quite a bit. After all, Oz had a learning disability so wouldn’t that make the children susceptible too? There was also the worry about Monica’s cancer, which did come up quite a bit. It wasn’t exactly a secret in the Falconi household and whenever it came up Damian would cry and fling himself on to his mother’s lap and beg her to never ever leave him and his sisters.
His home life had a decent amount of problems, but nothing all that large. Finance was the main issue, as the restaurant’s success tended to fluctuate and Oz and his business partner didn’t always agree with one another. Monica and Oz still argued every so often but it became increasingly less common as the years went on and the young parents finished growing up. There were cancer scares and the like but never anything serious. Enter high school, where Damian knows very little but just laughs it off.
roleplaying sample
He wasn’t sure how long he had been awake for, stuck in some sort of half a sleep state where he could still consciously think and hear but his body wasn’t moving. Like his body was asleep and his mind was wide awake. Restless and anxious and trying to piece together the bits and pieces he remembered from the night before. He could remember a small house party. He could recall having a lot of beer and throwing up once, though he wasn’t sure where exactly the puking happened. He remembered a girl. Nothing special in the looks department even with beer goggles on. Getting to third base and then somehow finding his way home. That was about the gist of it, his memory incredibly hazy and his pounding headache not helping in the slightest. Despite years of under aged drinking Oz still hadn’t learned how to battle getting a massive hangover and this morning was no different. He laid in bed drifting in and out of consciousness feeling incredibly anxious for what he knew would come in the morning. Oz didn’t remember when Monica left—if she even did—he just knew that she wasn’t in bed with him where she belonged. He hadn’t heard Stephanie cry at all during the night so he assumed neither of them were at home with him. He knew she’d be furious with him. He had a sneaking suspicion she would leave him for this.
It was a fierce wave of nausea that finally pulled Oz from his bed and had him stumbling as fast as he could to the bathroom. He only just made it, briefly reminded of how much easier this was without having to worry about pulling his hair back first. It wasn’t until after Oz flushed when he realized that he was kneeling in, his bare knees covered in vomit from the night before. Well that answered one question and in an extremely dazed and hungover state he cleaned it up and hopped in the shower. He just have been in there for a good half an hour just letting the water wash over him. His eyes remained closed and he felt his skin tingling with the heat of the water letting it wake him up and calm him down. Oz had messed up. He had made possibly the biggest mistake of his life. His hands rubbed away the leftover lipstick stains that covered his face and trailed down his chest to his pelvis, making sure they were all gone and allowing the water to wash over him some more. Hopefully it would cleanse him of his fears and mistakes, though he highly doubted it. Monica wasn’t going to let this go. She wasn’t going to easily forgive him if she did at all. He was terrified he was going to lose her now.
He stepped out of the shower and pulled on boxers and a muscle shirt but that was as far as he felt like going, running his hands through his still wet hair and padding to the kitchen. Even Rita seemed to know something was wrong, following him slowly and only whimpering for food. Just a little whimper while she circled her empty dish, which he filled only to feel the nausea come on again as the smell of the dog food. No vomiting this time though, thank god. He opened the fridge and decided that eating would be a horrible idea, simply pulling out a carton of milk and drowning down a few Advil’s. With the carton still in his hand Oz slid onto the floor, back leaning against the counter’s cupboards and watched Rita eat. The door opened but he couldn’t see it from where he sat, simply bowing his head with one knee bent and the other leg stretched out. One hand held his milk and the other rested in his lap. He felt so disgusting, not because he was hungover but because he could have possibly ruined the one good thing to have ever happened to him. “Dragonfly?”
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