ROMANI, demetrio orion

[celi]

demetrio orion romani.

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/ i want to voice this out loud

full name. demetrio orion romani
stage name. demetrio orion
nicknames. trio
age & dob. twenty four; december twenty-seventh, nineteen, eighty-five.
gender. male.
sexual orientation. straight
career. film actor
hometown. rome, italy


/ it's therapeutic somehow

height. six foot three
eyes. hazel green
hair. dark brown
build. athletic, in shape
distinguishing features. his dimples when he smiles
play-by. sean faris


/ so i'm moving to new york

loves.

x, loud places
x, rainy days
x, Greece
x, classical music with a modern twist
x, music period
x, cars - muscle cars
x, girls
x, history
x, roller-coasters
x, drums
x, summer
x, piano
x, sex
x, acting
x, working out
x, vacations
x, a nice smile
x, someone who can keep a conversation with him

hates.

x, poetry
x, slow-dancing
x, long speeches
x, sitting for a lengthy amount of time
x, embarrassment
x, reading before a crowd of anyone more than one person
x, looking bad
x, listening to people kill a foreign language
x, failure in a whole/anyone failing
x, being talked down to
x, not being perfect
x, ice-skating

quirks.

||Counts everyone in any room he enters
||Always brushes his lower teeth then top
||Touches a spot above his bed before he sleeps and before he gets out of bed in the morning
||Eats everything on his plate before touching his drink

aspirations.

+his music taking him somewhere in life
+his father will see him more than a disappointment
+someday having a loving family
+to leave the acting scene

secrets.

;When he was about six, he and one of his mates decided to duct-tape themselves to each other where one normally wouldn't duct-tape another to themselves. Only he and his mate know, and plan on keeping it that way. "Hey, look! We make an 'H'!"
;although an actor, he doesn't enjoy his job. He would much rather be in the music business.

personality evaluated.

Demetrio is an odd-ball. A smug smirk always plastered across his face, and yet, it is only a mask. Underneath, he is shy, fearful, scared of the world. Normally able to keep up is facade, it seems to always fail when he needs it most. Strong and quiet, he has practiced his whole life, when he is quiet, he can fake it just as everyone else. When he must speak, though, failure is unavoidable.

Even though growing up he was taught to be outspoken, opinionated, strong, Demetrio was never able to be that. The only thing that was of use to him was his passion, and his gentle heart, which helps him though life. When he can't be outspoken or opinionated on a subject, he is normally passionate about what he does, or what he thinks, but doesn't necessarily make it known.

Normally, though, with a group of friends, he is the exact opposite of his everyday personality. His is goofy, outgoing, loud, but add a new person to that group, he almost automatically goes back into his shell. Though in classes, hidden behind a room full of others, he can be known to make snide comments, mock teachers, and even throw things across the room. Great aim.

Girls, on the other hand, he can't help but be honest around. As much as he tries, he can never be anything but his quiet, shy self, which annoys the piss out of him. Most times seen as the 'go to guy', most of his girl friends see him as a sweet guy that they can talk to. No one knows, but often, he takes whatever he learns from the girls that confide in him and 'leak' it to other guys, revenge is so sweet. He is always good at making sure what he hears and what he tells never gets back to the person he first heard it from.

His father prized him on strength, and when that failed, he prized him on smarts, tutors ever since he started grade school, pushing him harder and harder to learn more than 'normal' kids. Soon, Demetrio took a liking to learning, finding it amazing at the things the world hid that he could learn. He finds that when he is under pressure or is being pushed to achieve something he does better than just being told what to do and having the freedom to do it himself.

Though he is seen as a tough, bad boy around campus, very few know him as himself. Which was one reason he chose Harvard for school. Abroad not many knew him, and it easy there to reestablish himself.


/ i've got issues with my sleep

father. Antonino Romani the II; 50; Lawyer
mother. Kallisto Romani(Sotir); 35; Ex-Dancer, now dance instructor
siblings. full name , age , occupation.
pets. if any.
other family.
history evaluated.

"Like it was yesterday," "Uh...it was yesterday,"
Demetrio had a fairly pleasant childhood, once you get passed an alcoholic father and a doormat mother. He soon learned to ignore those aspects of his life, often glad he was the only child the couple brought into their world. His father, though a successful lawyer, often lived vicariously through his son, the things he failed at when he was young he pushed Demetrio to be the best in.

His mother, on the other hand, rarely had anything to do with him while his father was around. The loving mother he knew when his father was away turned into the woman that he knew nothing about when Antonino was about. Though, these events did not make his childhood miserable, Demetrio often appreciates his childhood, understanding that that is what made him the way he is today.

Being an only child, and his parents normally too busy, or instilling 'quality characteristics' in their son, Trio was used to being by himself. Though, he was shy, he made friends quickly when he was younger. Many through playing sports, which disappointed his father. He would have rather seen his son's face in a book than playing a sport, which was different from most other fathers.


As he turned ten, his mother finally found her back bone and divorced his father, leaving Demetrio the choice of living with her or his father. His choice wasn't made on who he liked better out of his parents, because if that was the case he would have gone with his mother in a heartbeat, but was made on what would be better for him in the long run. Though Greece sounded tempting to him, he knew that if he stayed with his father, he would accomplish more, be pushed to do more, unlike if he was with his mother who would only care about his happiness.

Staying in Italy, Demetrio's father started pounding him with tutors, extra activities, anything and everything he could think of that would hopefully make his son everything he wasn't. The older he got, though, the more his father started to notice that Demetrio was more like his mother than he hoped. Quiet, shy, reserved, when Antonino wanted him to be strong, outgoing, opinionated.

"You sound like a girl," "Yeah? Well you look like one!"
Ah, the teenage years. As Demetrio hit twelve, he started living with his mother, and also getting into arts. He had always played music, his main instruments were drums and piano, but when he moved in with his mother, music was his main focus. By the age of thirteen, Kallisto was already determined that he would attend an Arts Academy in Greece, in which he found out his parents weren't as different as he thought.


Going from one extreme to another, Demetrio actually enjoyed being pushed to become better, soon focusing only on piano, he accelerated quickly. He started to play at his mother's dance recitals, often mischievously missing notes, or adding more than what the score said to throw the dancers off. The more he practiced, the more creative he got with scores of music, taking classical Mozart and others and 'modernizing' it. He is talented in ways that he thinks are supposed to be there, like hearing a tune and being able to almost match it key for key without seeing the sheet.

When his father learned that he would be attending an Academy for Arts, he threw a fit, in which his mother and father both started fighting. At the age of thirteen, just a year or two before he was to leave for school he was sent to Alcamo, in Sicily, where his grandfather lived. There he was encouraged to do whatever he loved, in which he started to play more drums. By the time his parents had come to an agreement, he was already on a plane back to Greece. His grandfather ended up paying for him to attend the academy, informing his parents they could do nothing but let him do what he loves.

Around the age of sixteen, he met a girl while she was on vacation with her family in Greece. Immediately he fell for the girl, almost as soon as he saw her. They spent almost all of her vacation together, and the little 'relationship' went as far as the two sleeping together. When she left, Trio spent most of his remaining summer thinking of the girl, but once school started again, she was just a summer fling.

Amyntas was a strange time for him. He went from being unknown his first two years, to becoming somewhat familiar with everyone by his junior. After his junior year, he left Amyntas, deciding that ending his high school career in a normal school, taking his father's advice and hoping it would look better to colleges and open his options more than just other schools of arts.

By the time he was to graduate, he had received a letter from four colleges of arts, and only one from a four year college. Although fate clearly stated that he should attend a college for the arts, he decided to attend a four year college that wasn't for the Arts, to please his father.. Harvard was suggested by his father for law, but Demetrio was determined not to follow after his father. He decided on Harvard because it was Abroad, and, he could start over without anyone knowing him.

At some time between his freshman and sophomore year at college, his father had fallen in love all over again; to his high school sweetheart that had left him for a man in America. It was understandable for him to remarry, but it wasn't understandable for him not to tell his son. The only way Demetrio even knew about it was by his mother, who had called him in tears on his way to class.

He and his father haven't spoken since the marriage, but, his mother keeps him informed, as she stays informed through his grandfather.

Following the pattern of his life, Demetrio only finished up to his first semester of his junior year in college. He had landed a role in a movie, though it hadn't been his plan. His friends bet him to audition for small role that was casting locally. To his surprise he received a call back, and decided to take it. It led to other movies, small roles and commercials until he landed his big break, starring in one of the years big blockbuster. Moving to Hollywood, Trio cut himself off from his family, though he loved his mother and grandfather, it was easier for him to separate himself from his past and move on with his future. Though he still sends money home to his mother.


/ christmas came early for me

alias. celi
years of rp experience. seven or eight
other characters. nope
how did you find us. because i'm celi, duuh
roleplay sample.

Trio had heard the marker against the board, the loud thumping noise it made with his hard strokes, but he paid no attention to it. Too preoccupied with the familiar female in front of him to take notice of his name. Which would have also explained the strange look from Doctor Romeny, as he called him 'sir'. "I mean Doctor," He corrected himself, just to get the attention away from him. As he eyes went back to the girl in front of him, he was shocked to be met with piercing hazel eyes staring straight at him. As their eyes locked, there was no doubt that he had met her before. His mind went back to that summer, of his sixteenth year, the girl he had been head over heels for. The girl he has spent almost every day with for a month. The one that he had lost his virginity to. It was the most awkward situation he could ever think of being thrown into.

His breath caught in his throat as the suddenly of it hit, like a sucker punch to the gut. His instincts were to flee, but, leaving in the middle of class was unheard of. Trying to tear his eyes away from Evan, it seemed to be a lost cause. "Turn around," He was finally able to mouth, and he seemed to gain some self control over himself as his eyes finally looked up to the board. His mind was spinning, and Demetrio felt lightheaded. How could someone from his past, so long ago, still cause him so much trouble in the present? Although he was no longer staring at her, his mind hadn't left when his eyes did. How could he focus on history now when his first, of so many things, was sitting right in front of him?

The clock in front of him seemed to be moving backwards, and his palms felt sweaty. It was taking most of his concentration to not look back at Evan, to keep his eyes on the board, and try to pay attention to the lecture. His once relaxed, laid-back position in his chair, he was no sitting erect, back straight as if he was a school girl that have been caught slouching. He was acting a fool, and as hard as he tried to correct his behavior, to act his cool, calm, collected self, he was going crazy and it was only the first day of class. A string of muttered Italian came whispering out of his mouth, debating within himself whether to leave and just drop the class, or learn to ignore it over time.

How was she there? Demetrio was puzzled at the chances that the girl he had met, while she was vacationing with her family, so many years ago would turn up in his American History class. Half of him yelled fate, and half of him yelled coincidence. Irony at it's best. Until the memories began to flood back in. Her skin against his, lips against flesh, the feeling of her hand in his. It scared him how much he could remember so fast, and scared him how much power she still held over him. It was shocking, and Trio didn't like it. He had learned to put her out of his mind for so long, she was just a distant memory, one that would only come up in dreams. And now, there in class, she was sitting in front of him. He pinched his arm, to make sure he wasn't dreaming. He wasn't. His next thought was maybe she didn't recognize him, but he knew that was a lie. The look of her face had said that clearly. All he could do now was wait, suffer through class, and pray afterward that all hell wouldn't break loose.

[anna]