Post by Tony Cipriani on Jan 28, 2007 16:57:06 GMT -5
Name: Tony Cipriani
Nickname: N/A
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Physical Description: Tony is a tall man, standing at 6'4" with a slenderish body. His brown hairs comes down to his neck, which are accompanied by hazel eyes.
Usual Outfit: Tony usually dresses in nice, formal clothing, but will sometimes be seen in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, though it is rare.
Power Outfit: N/A
Personality: Tony is an overall nice person, who would do anything to save anyone from trouble. He is very trustworthy, caring, and compassionate. He is also brave and bold, with a hint of courageful. All in all, he is what you'd expect from a hero.
Villain or Hero: Hero
Power(s): Telepathy, Clairvoyance, and Telekinesis.
History: Tony has had his powers ever since he was 15 years old. It had first started when he had gotten into a fight at school. A bully was putting a beat on Tony before he had decided he was going to kill him. The bully picked up a large rock and was about to smash Tony's face in with it, when the boy dropped it, Tony tried to raise his hand before the rock dropped, but something else had occured. The rock just floated in mid-air, right before Tony's face. For a minute he was frozen, just watching the rock sit there by itself. It finally occured to him that he should probably move, which he did. It wasn't long after that when he had discovered the other parts to his phenomal power. The next day at school, Tony began hearing people inside his head, voices if you will. Voices that he has heard before, the voices of his classmates and teachers, all filling inside his head. He was hearing what they were thinking at that very moment, but Tony couldn't take it all at once, and so he had blacked out, but little did he know that something else was upon him. When he had blacked out, he had a dream that felt as if, it were really happening. An old building was on fire in downtown Manhattan, a building in which Tony and his friends usually hung out after school. Upon awaking, Tony found lying in bed at his home, only something wasn't right. The police were at his home, his mother in tears. She had looked at Tony with a pseudo-calmed face and said to him "Tony...your friends...they're dead honey, they were trapped inside the old factory behind the tracks, there was a fire...and they didn't make it out." He couldn't believe what he heard...first the floating rock...then the voices...and now the dream that came true. It was after this that Tony decided to do research and found out about the psych of the brain. One name was mentioned to him that sound very familar, Dr. Ivan Kolotov, who had written about his life adventure and who he too had the same problems as Tony. Tony found Dr. Kolotov, whom had lived in an old apartment in The Bronx, there he had asked how to deal with all of this, and that is where Tony got his teachings from. Now, skip ahead 10 years later and we find Tony living on his own, having the knowledge on how to properly use his powers, and using them to help others, but he still had wished he knew how to use his powers when his friends had died inside the burning factory...
Rp Example: "I guess you are right there. I can think of plenty of times when you had surprised me, and probably everyone else." Tristan said picking up his glass but couldn't manage to put it against his lips because he had broken out with a small fit of laughter when he had remembered one of those oh so suprising moments he'd just talked about. Tristan put his glass down and looked over to Deacon before letting a smirk crawl across his face once more. "Remember that party we threw in our fourth year? And me and Hyde had said that it was a dress party, and you actually came in a dress? That was hilarious Deacon." Tristan said still shaking his head before staring into the whiskey that set inside his glass.
"Those were the days, weren't they. Now school is over with and we don't hang out as much. d**n. Well heres to the good ol' days." Tristan said before lifting his glass and tilting it towards Deacon. Afterwards, Tristan brought the glass to his lips and let the whiskey siddle down his throat. Tristan set his glass down as a newer, wider smirk crawled across his face. "Well then, why don't you and I go get a room." Tristan said joking around before also letting loose a joking wink. Tristan thought of Destiny getting mad at him for dirnking alone with Deacon and just couldn't see it happening. "Yeah...about that. Maybe your woman would get mad, but Destiny? Ha, she'd probably encourage it so then she could get a peek at us at our best. And speaking of Hyde and Beau, where the hell have they been? I haven't seen the two since our last little 'get together' if thats what you wanna call it...I can only remember passing out to the tune of Hyde tap dancing and you singing Mary Had A Little Lamb." Tristan said with a short smirk.
Tristan couldn't help but laugh at Deacon's point before thinking of a flaw in the rule. "Wait a second...we're still screwed, I mean think about it. Me and you, we like to drink...alot. So much that yes we do wake up with woman that look like our grandmothers...and since we're drinking together, that may be a bad idea. I think we need to make a rule to had a third wheel...like...uhm her." Tristan said moving his head over to a woman who had just walked in the front door of the tavern. "In fact, I am gonna ask if she will be our Desinated Drinker tonight...'cause really, I don't feel like waking up in bed...naked...with you...well that I may not mind...kidding, but either way I don't wanna wake up naked with you or a mule or something like that...." Tristan said before hopping off his stool and gently walking over to the woman. "Excuse me miss, I know this may sound random, but uhm, could you possibly join me and my friend over here. See, we're in a small perdicament where we like to drink alot and get wasted off our asses and well we also have this rule where we gotta watch each others backs and make sure we don't land in a bed with someone that...well you get the picture...so will you help us? Please?" Tristan said before giving off some kinda of puppy dog eye rip off.
Nickname: N/A
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Physical Description: Tony is a tall man, standing at 6'4" with a slenderish body. His brown hairs comes down to his neck, which are accompanied by hazel eyes.
Usual Outfit: Tony usually dresses in nice, formal clothing, but will sometimes be seen in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, though it is rare.
Power Outfit: N/A
Personality: Tony is an overall nice person, who would do anything to save anyone from trouble. He is very trustworthy, caring, and compassionate. He is also brave and bold, with a hint of courageful. All in all, he is what you'd expect from a hero.
Villain or Hero: Hero
Power(s): Telepathy, Clairvoyance, and Telekinesis.
History: Tony has had his powers ever since he was 15 years old. It had first started when he had gotten into a fight at school. A bully was putting a beat on Tony before he had decided he was going to kill him. The bully picked up a large rock and was about to smash Tony's face in with it, when the boy dropped it, Tony tried to raise his hand before the rock dropped, but something else had occured. The rock just floated in mid-air, right before Tony's face. For a minute he was frozen, just watching the rock sit there by itself. It finally occured to him that he should probably move, which he did. It wasn't long after that when he had discovered the other parts to his phenomal power. The next day at school, Tony began hearing people inside his head, voices if you will. Voices that he has heard before, the voices of his classmates and teachers, all filling inside his head. He was hearing what they were thinking at that very moment, but Tony couldn't take it all at once, and so he had blacked out, but little did he know that something else was upon him. When he had blacked out, he had a dream that felt as if, it were really happening. An old building was on fire in downtown Manhattan, a building in which Tony and his friends usually hung out after school. Upon awaking, Tony found lying in bed at his home, only something wasn't right. The police were at his home, his mother in tears. She had looked at Tony with a pseudo-calmed face and said to him "Tony...your friends...they're dead honey, they were trapped inside the old factory behind the tracks, there was a fire...and they didn't make it out." He couldn't believe what he heard...first the floating rock...then the voices...and now the dream that came true. It was after this that Tony decided to do research and found out about the psych of the brain. One name was mentioned to him that sound very familar, Dr. Ivan Kolotov, who had written about his life adventure and who he too had the same problems as Tony. Tony found Dr. Kolotov, whom had lived in an old apartment in The Bronx, there he had asked how to deal with all of this, and that is where Tony got his teachings from. Now, skip ahead 10 years later and we find Tony living on his own, having the knowledge on how to properly use his powers, and using them to help others, but he still had wished he knew how to use his powers when his friends had died inside the burning factory...
Rp Example: "I guess you are right there. I can think of plenty of times when you had surprised me, and probably everyone else." Tristan said picking up his glass but couldn't manage to put it against his lips because he had broken out with a small fit of laughter when he had remembered one of those oh so suprising moments he'd just talked about. Tristan put his glass down and looked over to Deacon before letting a smirk crawl across his face once more. "Remember that party we threw in our fourth year? And me and Hyde had said that it was a dress party, and you actually came in a dress? That was hilarious Deacon." Tristan said still shaking his head before staring into the whiskey that set inside his glass.
"Those were the days, weren't they. Now school is over with and we don't hang out as much. d**n. Well heres to the good ol' days." Tristan said before lifting his glass and tilting it towards Deacon. Afterwards, Tristan brought the glass to his lips and let the whiskey siddle down his throat. Tristan set his glass down as a newer, wider smirk crawled across his face. "Well then, why don't you and I go get a room." Tristan said joking around before also letting loose a joking wink. Tristan thought of Destiny getting mad at him for dirnking alone with Deacon and just couldn't see it happening. "Yeah...about that. Maybe your woman would get mad, but Destiny? Ha, she'd probably encourage it so then she could get a peek at us at our best. And speaking of Hyde and Beau, where the hell have they been? I haven't seen the two since our last little 'get together' if thats what you wanna call it...I can only remember passing out to the tune of Hyde tap dancing and you singing Mary Had A Little Lamb." Tristan said with a short smirk.
Tristan couldn't help but laugh at Deacon's point before thinking of a flaw in the rule. "Wait a second...we're still screwed, I mean think about it. Me and you, we like to drink...alot. So much that yes we do wake up with woman that look like our grandmothers...and since we're drinking together, that may be a bad idea. I think we need to make a rule to had a third wheel...like...uhm her." Tristan said moving his head over to a woman who had just walked in the front door of the tavern. "In fact, I am gonna ask if she will be our Desinated Drinker tonight...'cause really, I don't feel like waking up in bed...naked...with you...well that I may not mind...kidding, but either way I don't wanna wake up naked with you or a mule or something like that...." Tristan said before hopping off his stool and gently walking over to the woman. "Excuse me miss, I know this may sound random, but uhm, could you possibly join me and my friend over here. See, we're in a small perdicament where we like to drink alot and get wasted off our asses and well we also have this rule where we gotta watch each others backs and make sure we don't land in a bed with someone that...well you get the picture...so will you help us? Please?" Tristan said before giving off some kinda of puppy dog eye rip off.
