Title: D'AMBROSIO, felix
Felix D'Ambrosio - December 8, 2007 04:21 AM (GMT)
Alias: poe (:
Age: sixteen
How Did You Find Us? i was surfing through ads. i forget the name of the site, though.
Other Characters: none yet.
Full Name Felix Donatello D'Ambrosio
Nicknames Felix the Cat, Cat in the Hat, Rose (only by those he really hates; derived from his mother's name), Donny, Donny-boy, The Don
Age 17
Gender Male
Birthday March 8th, 1990
Astrological Sign Pisces
Sexual Orientation Pansexual, leaning towards men
Grade Junior
Clique Uniques
School Activities Yearbook, Art and Design
Power Mediumship
Personality Traits:
withdrawn
sullen
creative
blunt
follower
easily amused
intuitive
lackadaisical
open
spontaneous
fickle
self-conscious
histrionic
independent
General Personality
WITHDRAWN
Although as a child Felix was always upbeat with his nose deep in every activity around him, his extrasensory abilities and relationships with the dead have caused him to become rather withdrawn and quiet, if not shy. He is rarely the first to initiate conversation; although once engaged it is quite difficult to get him to keep his mouth shut. Felix gets quite tongue-tied and nervous around attractive people, male or female, though more-so around men. Once you get him to open up he is a loyal friend - in fact, he's been described as almost puppy-like by some - and would take a bullet for those he loves.
SULLEN
Also thanks to the spirits, Felix has become rather sullen over the years. He is very aware of the bad in the world, and while equally aware of the good, he has seen so much despair and starvation - both physical and emotional - in his life that it outweighs all optimism. While he tries his hardest to put on a smile - as no one likes to be around a depressed person, something his mother drilled into his mind at a young age - there are days where it is much to hard to paint on a happy face.
CREATIVE
Felix sees life, colour and shadows in everything around him. He draws inspiration from the simplest things - trees, clouds, couples lavishing each other with affection in the halls. His creativity is a major part of his life. Without it, Felix is sure he would have been long gone, as it is one of his only outlets other than running and other physical activities.
BLUNT
Though far from rude, Felix is a perfect example of someone who forgets to think before they speak. He constantly says exactly what it is on his mind, regardless of whether it is appropriate or may offend someone. However, once someone takes offense, he is quick to apologize and comfort them. He feels extreme guilt whenever he opens his mouth without thinking, and will apologize endlessly until convinced the other knows the extent of his guilt.
FOLLOWER
While not afraid to make his own decisions, Felix rarely speaks up for himself. Much like a sponge, he will take any abuse - mental, at the least - without fighting back. However, any physical abuse he will not take without a fight, and this goes both for himself and those around him, regardless of whether or not he knows them or cares for them. Felix is known to become an entirely different person when angry.
INTUITIVE
Among his extrasensory abilities, Felix was born with the gift of empathy. He knows when someone is upset before they confess their sadness, thanks to the spirits haunting him and seeking his help. He can comfort and ultimately 'heal' someone with extreme patience, always available as a shoulder to lean on. Because of this, it is consequently easy to manipulate or take advantage of him.
SPONTANEOUS
Felix lives for the moment. If he feels like doing something, he will do it, regardless of the consequences at the time. If he gets inspired, he will paint, sketch, mess around with charcoal until his creative hunger is satiated. As much as he hates to admit it, Felix also subconsciously does anything he can to receive attention, thanks to being treated as a trophy rather than a child when he was small.
Likes
picasso
sculpting
maths
the strokes
classical music
coffee
the decemberists
warm weather
soccer
tennis
photography
oil paints
charcoal
artists in general
cloud watching
jogging
evenings
cicadas
alcohol
kissing
sex, while he's afraid to admit it
his hair
sleep
brown hair, dark skin
red hair, pale skin
Dislikes
belligerent ghosts
oppressive ghosts
loud people
his 'aura'
snobby people
his mother
being called 'special'
idiots
jocks
his bluntness
his lips
drugs
long novels
harlequin romances
chick flicks
history
needles
metal music
sexists
hype about terrorism
war in iraq
alarm clocks
school days
conte
papier mache
'professional' wrestling
Habits
repeating catchy phrases
bouncing his legs in class
day-dreaming
drawing in class
drawing whenever he feels like it
speaking before he thinks
stuttering when nervous
mocking the fashion-impaired (he feels terribly guilty about it later)
Pet Peeves
people who stall in hallways
the sound of alarm clocks
being critiqued by non-artists
"are you drawing anime?"
"can you draw me a picture?"
bitchy, loud-mouthed girls
"i told you so"
being woken up early
Height & Weight 5'11", 135 lbs
Piercings/Tattoos N/A
Picture
Appearance
The first thing many people notice about Felix is the thick quaff of chocolate brown curls engulfing his slender face. He lets them go wild, hoping perhaps it will draw people away from him, though generally it does the opposite. His full lips and high cheek bones are the second of his features to draw attention quickly, as well as an average olive complexion. Blue eyes uncommon to his heritage peek out from under his hair, and a lanky body often sports loose clothes.
His eccentric style of dress - over-sized blazers, bright colours - is one of his many signatures. Others include impeccable posture, no thanks to a strict, wealthy family and upbringing, and many colloquialisms he'll hold on to for weeks at a time. He's quite into fashion, and always buys things he knows will look good, despite his odd taste.
He has long limbs, including his hand, fingers and feet. Others have addressed them as graceful. While not fitting into that mold exactly, Felix could be described as poised, despite his personality. He does not fumble much, unless nervous, in which case he can make a complete fool out of himself.
Bony elbows, knobby knees and a skinny body are just a handful of things Felix would like changed about himself. He is easily intimidated by those larger than him, which is not a feat hard to achieve. Thanks to a fast metabolism, it is almost impossible for Felix to gain weight, much to his disappointment. After an accident from his childhood where he was hit in the face with a fastball, Felix's nose is crooked.
Felix also has an extremely contagious smile, when you get him to show it.
Family Members
D'AMBROSIO, rosalie -- mother, 44, advertising executive
D'AMBROSIO, leopold -- father, 46, oil company president
Pet(s)
A border-collie named Bernard
An angora rabbit named Sally
Financial Status Felix's family is incredibly wealthy, but he has always kept this fact a secret as best he could.
History
Felix was born an only child into a wealthy Italian family. He grew up a normal enough child, playing soccer with the neighbors, smearing blank canvases with paint on his fingers, getting excited over the appearance of the ice-cream truck. He was raised a strict Christian, a faith he later abandoned. The only thing that seemed unusual about him was his strange attachment to his 'imaginary friends.'
When Felix was a boy, he always thought the ghosts he saw were merely overly friendly people. He had no idea why these strangers were drawn to him, why so many of them looked so dejected, sullen and lost. The spirits always appeared as orbs or an 'aura' about him, so when he would make sporadic, sometimes heated, conversation with his unsettled terrestrial guests, those around him became increasingly concerned.
His parents, Rosalie and Leopold, began to think that their son was crazy. While his father, aware of the powers some children had, reassured his mother that Felix was likely perfectly fine, Rosalie insisted that they have him looked at. Leopold, a man extremely disciplined, if even intimidated, by his wife, had no other choice to oblige to her semantics.
Thanks to his mother thrusting so much testing upon him, Felix grew an extreme dislike - if not hate - for his mother. It was not the testing itself that caused his enmity towards her, but the nonchalance in her face, her actions, her words as she watched him being poked and prodded like a laboratory rat. It was not until the testing began that Felix noticed his mother's coldness, especially towards men, and he began to resent it wholly.
He became entirely unresponsive to her. When she lavished him in kisses and affection to keep up her regal appearance in front of her friends he made no effort to return the favor. Because of this, he was treated more and more like an object instead of a son, which was behavior eventually adopted even by his father.
As his age progressed, the visits from spirits became more and more frequent and more and more intense. Some spirits, instead of sporting their appearance before they died, looked as they did postmortem, which haunted him at night and struck him with horror the first time he had an encounter with such a ghost.
The ghost's began to ask for his help, their moaning and pleading unearthly. Felix was at a loss of how to help them, and began to have regular breakdowns, sometimes resulting in tears. Rosalie became increasingly frustrated with him, coming very close to slapping him several times ("boys don't cry.") He tried to explain to her fruitlessly the things he saw, though his mother refused to listen to him. Although the doctors and psychologists had insisted that nothing was wrong with him, Rosalie insisted that there had to be, as there was "no such thing as ghosts."
Leopold, however, tried to ration with his wife. He was aware of one academy up in the hills of New York - half way across the country - that specialized in cases 'just like their son's.' It took much convincing for his mother to even agree to Felix's extrasensory abilities in private, much the less in public, and eventually the decision was made to send Felix away.
Very quietly, so no one would know. He was simply going away for a betting schooling, not for any special reason. Felix was more than happy to comply to going to this academy - anything to get away from his mother.
Now he has many tendencies to completely ignore the spirits around him.
He often gets a glazed, perturbed look about him when a spirit is bothering him, and talks in a strange monotone. It is not hard to tell when he is being visited by a spirit. As he was sent to Aura Academy, he hoped he would be able to learn how to deal with the visits, to learn ow to bring the spirits to peace.
Magic Words: glittery soap bubbles
RP Sample
i'm ashamed to say this is a pokemon intro. ):
- Nicholai was tired.
The night before he had suffered impermeable insomnia, slouched against the trunk of an oak tree gazing resonantly at the indigo sky. The culprit behind his sleepless night was a fierce pain in his temple and a quivering stomach, the result of torturing himself over the journey he faced in the morrow. Now that he was well into the day, Nicholai could not help but scold himself for such jejune worries. If he had maintained the cool, self-righteous exterior he had prided himself in all these years, he would now have the will to continue his gallant trek down Victory Road.
His legs felt as if they were jelly feeble, wobbly, worthless (although he was sure even jelly had more worth, as you could eat jelly.) Little vulgar curses slipped past his lips as he nearly tripped over a rock possibly a Geodude, he always had troubles telling them apart the grip around his bag instinctively tightening. He solemnly wished he had captured that Ponyta when he had the opportunity perchance if he had, he would have an escort through this rocky prison.
Through the mists of his astringency, Nicholai felt a certain astute esprit by being here.
It was the dream of competent and inept Pokemon trainers alike to make it to Victory Road. Nicholai was quite confident in his competency; he was sure with the groundbreaking team of his Golduck, Dodrio, Marowak, Ninetales, Gyrados and Vaporean he would be victorious against the Elite Four.
Of course, Nicholai had always been well known for his arrogance and vainglory. Ever since he was a young trainer, fresh out of Pallet town at the age of twelve, he had refused the help of anyone he deemed below him. Pokemon Centers were utilized sparingly, and the worried quarry of passersby trainers were nothing more than a thorn in his side.
There had only been one person who could tame his wild ego, and they had long since suffered a brutal passing.
The thought triggered a homely grimace on the young mans face. After going their separate ways, Nicholai had become more belligerent than ever. There was hardly a battle he engaged himself in where he feared losing. Although he may have been strong sometimes described as ruthlessly so Nicholai knew the consequences of his swagger. The only companions he had were his Pokemon. Though he valued them dearly, the lack of civil human companionship in his life was daunting.
His fingers crept up to his wild tawny hair, twisting the strands closest to his ear. He hadnt thought of him in what seemed years. The thought now left a gaping hole in his stomach and a bitter taste in his mouth.
Ive got to rest, Nicholai came to the decision exasperatedly, figuring that if he was tired enough to think of Lyon he must be daffy. Shoving his hands dutifully in the pockets of his tarnished jeans, he scuffed along the rocky path, kicking stones here and there. Logically, he was certain there was no comfortable place to settle down and sleep, if even for a few hours. From here on out it was rocks and gravel and vicious Pokemon with a scathing fury brought on by his disruptions.
He wished dolefully that he was at home, warm in bed, snuggling next to
A light scarlet crept upon his peppery skin as Nicholai quickly banished the thoughts from his mind.
Sleep, sleep, I need to sleep! By now he was right out screeching, hazel eyes beady with furor. He stopped a moment, realizing that he may have awoken sleeping Pokemon; although he did not doubt himself, Nicholai was not in the mood for a battle. Any man in his state was not fit for anything but slumber.
He went along his way in silence for half an hour, bitterly encountering several wild battles with a Golbat, Machoke and Sandslash. Ninetales had taken out the Golbat easily, suffering only minute confusion by supersonic. Dodrio barraged the Machoke mercilessly, and Vaporean had brutalized the Sandslash, escaping with halved health.
If possible, he was more exhausted than ever by the time he happened upon the last thing he wanted to witness.
If he believed in superstitions, then this certainly explained his sudden onslaught of nostalgia.
Nicholais mind screamed to turn around or, if possible, find an alternate route. He even contemplated pulling the hood of his carmine blazer over his head and mimicking a hunchback to avoid being recognized.
It wasnt until he noticed the gaping wound in Lyons shoulder that his vexation engulfed him.
For almost a minute he opened his mouth, attempted to speak, only to shut it quickly again. For once in his life, Nicholai Arden was at a loss for words.
After a moment, the young man blurted as inarticulately as possible, Lyon!? What the shit happened to you!? He hoped the next time he happened upon his ex-lover he would appear much more put together and eloquent, but Nicholai could not help but notice this was not a time for anything you can do I can do better mind games.
Whatever had happened to him, Nicholai was not going to leave him to bleed to death, if only for his reputation.
Alice Black - December 8, 2007 04:48 AM (GMT)
Why did you change the titles? It states in the application template that nothing should be altered. I'm just wondering. =/
Felix D'Ambrosio - December 8, 2007 04:51 AM (GMT)
i never remember the little notes in the application half-way through doing them.
sorry for changing them; i'll change them back.
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actually, i may just be tired, but i just re-checked both the rules and the template and i didn't see it state anywhere that you couldn't change the titles... D: ?
sorry for changing them; i'll change them back.
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actually, i may just be tired, but i just re-checked both the rules and the template and i didn't see it state anywhere that you couldn't change the titles... D: ?
Alice Black - December 8, 2007 04:54 AM (GMT)
Hey, don't worry about it.
Alice Black - December 8, 2007 04:55 AM (GMT)
Accepted!
Congratulations, you've been placed as a unique.
You have been placed in the mental abilities class.
You have been placed in the evening cycle.