Post by FIORELLO NALU PEACH on Dec 16, 2009 18:02:08 GMT -5
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FULL NAME Fiorello Nalu Peach[/FONT][/size]
AGE nineteen
OCCUPATION Nurse
EDUCATION GED [acquired at seventeen]; Associates Degree in Nursing [newly acquired after two years of study]; Bachelors Degree in Nursing [in progress]
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PLAY BY Mike H.
PLAY BY AGE Hard to say, but between 18-20 is a safe bet
APPEARANCEFi is a unique looking person to say the least. His skin has a gentle tan to it, and his facial features suggest lineage that isn’t quite caucasion but the blue eyes almost trick you out of thinking so. His Hawaii’an heritage, however, is evident in a lot of his visage, most notably his dark hair. Fi stands at an abbreviated 5’6”… Well, almost… But he does not carry himself like a small or meek person and so his height, while below average, is anything but unfitting and seemingly, for him, completely normal. He is a very fit young man, he’s been in the water since he was a child and, before he lost his taste for highschool, was an accomplished gymnast and has the body to show the for the years of work.
Fi’s apparel is generally casual. He strays away from his father’s conservative dress and his mother’s more traditional Hawaii’an style and favors his own look. When not in scrubs, Fi’s a fan of blue jeans and tee shirts. His jeans are often frayed, or ripped. Fi likes shorts over long pants and is commonly seen in old jean cutoffs. He doesn’t like shoes and, when not at work, is often found in sandals. Like most of todays young people, he wears a lot of hoodies. On occasion, Fi’ll tuck flowers behind his ears. A habit from childhood when he used to imitate his mother but, because he rarely does it, I’d hardly consider it a staple of his style.---------------------
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MOTHER Karla Nohea Peach
AGE 46
OCCUPATION House Wife; Formerly a Marine Biologist
FATHER Richard Xavier Peach
AGE 53
OCCUPATION Businessman; Owns a chain of surf-shops along the California coast
SIBLINGS none
AGE n/a
OCCUPATION n/a.
WEALTH Family wealth [upper class]; Personal wealth [lower-middle to middle class]
HISTORYFiorello Nalu Peach, not a normal name by anyone’s standards, but it is the name of one great kid. Fi was born to two loving parents in Turtle Island, Fiji. Karla, at the time a marine biologist from Hawaii, had recently married Richard, a businessman from the mainland. Love at first sight isn’t how their tale went, it was a bit rockier, but this is about their son, isn’t it? His story begins a year after Richard and Karla’s marriage on a vacation to Fiji. Karla, at the time eight months pregnant, was in no shape to be flying but insisted upon it anyway. Her husband’d planned the trip months ago as a surprise and, ever the headstrong woman, Karla was not about to let the man down and bucked up to fly anyway. Surprisingly, the trip went off without a hitch. The flight was smooth, the vacation was lovely, and when they were all set to go things took a sour turn. Karla’s water broke before they managed to leave the hotel but, with the help of an Italian woman who’d been staying in the room next door, the Peaches were able to make it to the hospital rather quickly. A kind woman, the lovely Italian lady stayed in the hospital with the couple, working to ease their nerves about having a child outside of their own country. After two days in the hospital, a dark-haired baby boy was born with eyes as blue as the ocean surrounding the island that first welcomed the child to the world.
Richard and Karla were overwhelmed, both with joy at seeing their son and gratitude for their Italian friend who’d done so much. In honor of this woman, the boy was named Fiorello, an Italian name that was suggested, in jest, by the kind woman but was adopted by Fi’s parents nonetheless. Fi’s middle name, Nalu, is Hawaii’an in origin, and was the name of a friend of Karla’s from highschool who had passed away. Peach, the family’s surname. Now, you know the story of his birth and the unusual name but what about Fi himself? How’d he grow up?
Well, like any young boy I suppose. After a few months of living in Fiji, unwilling to fly with a newborn, the Peaches finally felt confident in returning to the United States, more specifically their home in Laguna Beach, California. The flight was an easy ride and the baby was not a trouble at all. But, this was not indicadant of Fi’s true nature. From the moment he learned to walk he’d been a wild one. He could never sit still, the whole world fascinated him, and every single day was a brand new adventure. In school he did well but never excelled, it didn’t hold his interest. In life he was a shining star, the first to take on a big wave when he’d surf with his family in Hawaii; the first one to stick up for someone; the first one you’d run to for help. Fi had a big heart, he was always there and never afraid. These qualities followed him in his teenage years as well and highschool saw him really blossom.
Fi knew who he was at this point. He’d learned a lot about the world and himself and was confident in almost everything he did, even if he was a bit of a spaz. Life was good for a Cali teen, he had a great boyfriend during this time, he was hanging out with his friends everyday, he never fought with his parents… hell, he had a charmed life. But, things are only so sweet for so long… As time wore on Fi and his father grew apart and had disagreements before ultimately coming to a stalemate of disliking eachother. His boyfriend was unattentive and unfaithful but, ever the caring soul, Fi couldn’t bare to part with the guy. Things were rough, and school was no better. By the time he was sixteen things really blew up. He and his father had an explosive argument resulting in Fi’s volcanic admittance of his sexuality which, in turn, got the boy kicked out of his home even though his mother protested. He wasn’t one to wimp out and cry to daddy though and actually lived in a shelter for a brief time while, in secret, he and his mother worked out a plan.
Karla sent her son money for the next few months and Fi worked towards his GED in school. By seventeen, he was out of highschool and, with his mother’s financial support, he was off to another town, San Francisco to be exact. Life wasn’t easy there right away, his mom could only do so much for her son but Fi got through. He ended up studying, in-job, to work towards his associates degree in nursing which, he recently acquired. He still strives for his bachelors degree. For someone whose life went downhill, fast and hard, and I mean hard! He turned it around with a little optimism. Even his father has begun e-mailing him. Right now though, he’s young and on a budget and trying to take life day by day. Even though things got bad, he never lost his light, optimism, and caring heart. Let’s just hope, now that he’s grown, these qualities can get him somewhere in life.---------------------
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NAME Maty
AGE now, I cant tell you that
YOUR EXPERIENCE a few years I suppose
ROLE PLAY EXAMPLEBelladonna stood in one of the backrooms of the bar, where the washer and dryer was located, tgging fresh clothes out of the washing machine and tossing them quickly into the dryer. Most of the outlaws shared these machines, so getting to do a load of her own clothes was, well, surprsingly a relief. She'd been left with little to wear and was currently barefoot, clad in a pair of tattered, old, dark jeans and a bright turquoise bra, her newly lightened hair spilling over her shoulders in its thick waves. Fall had done little for The Outlaws in New York. It'd made them all freezing and forced them to further acknowledge the fact that they weren't making the kinda commotion in the town that they should've been by now to have a bigger badder claim staked in the streets.
Another thing that'd become so clear to Bells is that she hadn't seen her 'family' in forever. A few nights out of the week they'd hang out at the bar, where she always seemed to find herself... It was lonely most of the time though cause usually, Te Outlaws, they were off fixing bikes or gaining turf or rolling around in every sordid silk-sheeted bed in manhattan with the yankee bitches that Belladonna'd come to recognize a violent disliking towards. It was not a fun time for her, she missed her pals coming around, knocking back drinks and laughing and sharing stories. Thet's what she looked for at night but lately there'd been no such luck for her.
"Jeesum, maybe I needa get out more..." She sighed to herself, hopping to sit up on the dryer and examine her nails. The southern belle tugged her phone out of the pocket of her jeans and texted Charlie, it was only noon so he probably wan't even up but she missed er little buddy. The text read: 'What's up, kiddo?' Eh, pretty simple, but it works as well as a hello. After sending the text, Bells leaned against the wall and sighed, lighting up a cigarette from the pack that sat next to her. She found herself hoping, praying that one of the other Outlaws'd come find her but, well, she was usually the only one up this early so that seemed like a slim chance...---------------------
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