ROMANI, DEMETRIO ORION
Oct 12, 2011 17:22:58 GMT -5
Post by celi on Oct 12, 2011 17:22:58 GMT -5
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 the stats FULL NAME DEMETRIO ORION ROMANI AGE & DOB twenty five; december twenty-seventh, nineteen eighty-five ACTOR AGE RANGE twenty-thirty HOMETOWN Guidonia, Italy CURRENT LOCATION los angeles ETHNICITY Italian and Greek LANGUAGE english, italian, greek, french, portuguese, spanish SEXUAL ORIENTATION straight HAIR COLOR brunette. varies from dirty blonde to dark brown EYE COLOR blue HEIGHT 6'3" WEIGHT athletic, built DISTINGUISHING FEATURES dimples when he smiles; his tattoos, a tribal tattoo on his right arm, on his left hip the word 'godspeed' | deeper perspective STRENGTHS PERSPECTIVE; Demetrio has an unique view on the world, and is often the voice of reason for many of his friends and collegues. He can seem wiser than his years, and, it gives him an old soul feeling. INTEGRITY; Maturing with each year that seems to pass him by, he's become quite the responsible young man. He claims his faults and steps up for his actions. COMPASSION; Whatever has ever been stated about Trio, one thing that cannot be debated is his sense of kindness and caring. One of the things his mother instilled in him. LEADERSHIP; Demetrio is a take charge kind of guy, stepping up as the leader in many situations. HUMOR; He loves to laugh and tease, and to see others smiling and enjoying his company. WEAKNESSES ANALYTICAL; He can be a perfectionist, and overthink things. As well as focuse all his attention into one thing and has a hard time multitasking. FLIRTATIOUS; While it can be a strength at the same time, it seems to get him into more trouble than good. He can't seem to turn it off, like most would think someone could, and when in relationships it becomes an obvious problem. IMPATIENT; Demetrio is somewhat restless, and hates waiting for anything. He hates traffic, and his impatiences turns into road rage. SARCASTIC; It should be listed with languages he speaks fluently, he is always sarcastic. STUBBORN; Trio is bullheaded. While it would be easy to stop and ask for directions when lost, he's the kind that will drive for hours until he finds the way himself. He often has to find things out the hard way, and will rarely take someone's word. SKILLS Acting, musician, ease with accents, athletic. EXPERIENCE
While attending Harvard, he landed a role in a movie. It had been more of a joke, a bet to audition for the small role that was casting locally. Receiving the call back, and frustrated with college, he took it. With that role, it led to other castings, supporting roles and commercials until he landed his big break, starring in one of the years big blockbuster. |
| [th] the player ALIAS Celi (: YEARS OF EXPERIENCE too many on and off OTHER CHARACTERS n/a at the moment HOW'D YOU FIND US? ciara, sid, anna....i used to write here. RP 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. | |
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