Post by Valentino Di Canio on Jun 30, 2009 21:45:15 GMT
VALENTiNO ROBERT Di CANiO !
BASiCS !
full name; valentino robert di canio.
nicknames; val, valley, tino (never call him that, unless you want to be punched), roberto, di canio, the guy who stole my girlfriend.
gender; male.
age; twenty.
birthday; fourteenth of february.
birthplace; rome, italy.
sexuality; heterosexual.
grade; senior.
sport; football, not soccer.
APPERANCE !
i've been told i look a bit like; paolo di canio <3
let me explain;valentino is a bit of you average suavey skinned full bloodied italian stallion. he has quite a long face but it isn't extremely hollow and gross, but not podgy either, just the right size between the two. he has a very strong and defined jaw line that girls always love to stroke, but be carful of the light stuble that usually adorns his face. so, as we're working from his chin up, i guess we should move on to his lips. they're pretty average really, nothing much to write home about, but then it's not the size, it's what you do with them that counts. he has a very sweet little nose that sits in the middle of his face, again, not too big but not too small either. his eyes are a lovely deep chocolate colour and drive most girls wild for a bit of italian meat. a top his head is a little fluffy hair-do, his hair is completely unmanagable so he leaves it to stay in it's little fluffly way. when you look at him in full size, he's not actually that big for a football player only standing in at five foot nine compared to you usual six foot twos and such. now, although shorter than most footballers, he makes up for this in his strength and agility. yes, he is built, muscular, not in a gross steroid way, but in a nicely built and defined way. you're pound to see his muscles as he usually wears lovely little tight polo shirts and then some tight jeans to show of his leg muscles. the on the pitch, he will always wear his west ham colours without arguement. much to the dismay of his mother, he has a large cross tattooed on his left forearm.
CHARACTERiSTiCS !
loves; football, beer, steak, trivial persuit, west ham united, adrenaline, violence, smell of freshly cut grass, bobby moore, football chants, cats, being right, fashion.
hates; his family, millwall supporters, chelsea, tottenham, most football clubs that aren't west ham, spirits, close minded people, cigarettes, mcdonalds, premiership referees, authority, most people.
strengths; football, physical strength, doesn't care, faith, flirting.
weaknesses; emotions, a certain chatup line, football, strawberries in chocolate, tabby cats.
fears; falling in love, commitment, not being able to play football, having to live with his family again.
goals; to play from italy or england, to become a football legend, to be able to commit to a girl, sort out his problems with his family.
interesting facts; can play both footed but prefers his right, wanted to play number six but his dad made him play number ten.
secrets; was part of a gang of west ham fans that killed someone, is actually quite a nice guy.
quirks; puts on his shorts, his shirt, his socks, his boots, then finally his cross before going out onto pitch, cletches his fists when he starts to get annoyed, unprovoked swearing, never takes his shirt off to celebrate but just puts it around his neck, wearing his captain band on his wrist.
personality;valentino is very typically english. oh yes, although he was born in italy and has an italian accent, he grew up in the tough streets of london with his father who was a football hooligan. as they say, like father, like son, this means that this little blitter is your average english bastard. he has the typically dry sense of humour that all english fellows are blessed with. not only does that make him dry but also sarcastic and very blunt with people. he doesn't really care for people's emotions, the only people he cares about is himself and his friends, of which he only has a few of. although he only has a few friends, he is extremely loyal to them and would protect them no matter the situation, if he had to kill for them, he probably would.
yes, we get it, he shouldn't have friends unless he's really close to them, but let's figure out why that is. well, as i stated before, on of the reasons is he is extremely blunt. yup, if he doesn't like you or thinks you're a wanker, he will tell you, straight up with no shit. another way to explain that behaviour is being extremely rude because not only will he tell you how he feels, but he won't sugar coat it, if he thinks you're a wanker, he will say it straight to your face with no ifs and buts, just one word and he'll walk away. the way he likes to put it is him being honest. he was raised to the quote 'if you have nothing nice to say, say nothing all' he was raised to speak his mind, and that's what he does. he's not complicated, two-faced and a mind fucker, no siree, he is a straight foward honest guy, who may come off as rude.
the only rude side of him that he can't defend is his violence. but he's only violent to people who piss him off, oh, wait, that's everyone. damn. well, either way, what can you expect. he grew up in a really tough area of london where you had to fight for everything, even your spot in the lunch line. violence comes pretty natural to his as he is one of those guys who will punch someone for insulting him. now yes, he is a bit of a hypocrite because if he insults you, he expects you to do nothing, but that's why people don't insult him anymore. unless on the football field, then he will usually get sent off. he is started to learn how to control his violence on pitch by just swearing a lot. the main reason he would ever swear on a football pitch or get violent with his own team is because he is a total perfectionist, someone who needs the ball to land exactly where he says or it's not right.
of course there is more rudeness but is mainly palmed off as crudeness and that is his typical manliness. by that i mean the fact that thie particular male will always be seen with either his hand down his shorts, his finger up his nose or his head burried in such male magazines as nuts and zoo. you may think it's gross, but to him, it a way of life. he doesn't need much to entertain him really, just football and tits and that makes him as happy as a pig in shit really. sure you don't like it, but does he care about what you think? not really, if anything, he would do it even more if it pissed you off because he just loves to be a dickhead, he classes that as his occupation sometimes, so the more you hate him, the more he loves it.
another thing he loves? pissing off authority. not such a smart move in football where you have to constantly listen to a figure of authority and even be told something by a figure of authority that was told to them by another figure of authority, it sucks. he would do anything to piss off authority figures, whether it be pulling pranks or just generally not listening, this guy has a certain disreguard for rules that will never be fixed, mostly it's down to his stubborn behaviour, one of those guys who just won't do what you tell him no matter what the circumstances are. never in the years of raising him could his mother get him to listen to the house rules so i doubt a few rules laided down by a school is going to change much. and if it did, kudos to you pal!
much to your suprise, he is still a typical italian underneath all this english hatred. he has faith in god, sure, he's not your typical christian, but neither most of the christians you meet today. he prays before games to make sure he and his team are blessed, not to win, but to make sure that none of them are hurt. he will always pray before he goes to bed because there are so many things he hopes for. on top of that, this guy has a taste for fashionable clothes. he never looks like a scruff, always imaculate in his ways and looking very good in what ever he wears. try not to wear anything bad around him because he will, most like, laugh at you.
you may be dying to know his view on the ladies, whether he's single or if he is just not interested because of his football. the answer is he is very single and very interested. one night stands are definitely his thing and don't worry ladies, he always uses a condom. he's a total flirter and a complete smoothie when it comes to the ladies, he can get you in his dorm in under a minute if he really wants to, even if you do have a boyfriend. he has a very bad reputation of being a complete charmer and they're not wrong. although, he does understand what no means, if you say no, he'll walk away, because what's the point, unless it's a flirty teasing no, then he'll try even harder. but he is in no way pushy, if you don't want to do it, he won't make you.
of course, he's not all hate crime there is a softer side to this facist, you just never see it. it is there when he's being loyal to those really good friends of his. he is probably one of the best friends you would ever have, if you're cool enough to befriend him. he's a friend who will stick with you through thick and thin and always have your back. he would never let anyone hurt you because he knows how much it feels like to get hurt and knows that it's never a good thing to happen. on top of that, when he's with his friends, he's actually a nice person, quite soft spoken and a bit of a laugh. oh yes, he cracks jokes and just messes around generally and would be such a treasure once you found that side to him. and when your'e friends with him, he will actually apologise if he has done something wrong.
BiOGRAPHY !
mother; bella di canio; forty three; school teacher.
father; geoffrey johnson; forty six; lawyer.
siblings; shelly johnson; eleven; student.
pets; n/a.
other family n/a.
significant figures; william dunham; forty seven; god-father; lawyer.
history;before we get to the birth of our little romeo by the name of valentino we have to look at the circumstances his parents met in. now, it sounds like a really horrible plot line from one of those extremely cheesey romances but, this is exactly how it happened. one fine day in the town centre of rome, mr. geoffry johnson was out, just wondering around like a typical tourist and that's when he was hit by the amazing beauty of the young bella di canio, literally. she was poodling along on her pretty pink vespa and he crossed the road and they collided. she rushed to his side and he still had that suave little smile on his face and could even muster out a chat up line which melted her heart and she insisted they go to the hospital. he was cleared from the hospital and the two of them decided to have a coffee together. that coffee bloomed into a beautiful relationship full of love and caring for each other. that led to them doing what any normal couple does and nine months later, she was pushing a baby out in not a very good place; the middle of a valentine party.
into the world came little darling valentino di canio. yes, he had his mother's name but mainly because they weren't married and on top of that, he was an italian child and needed an italian name. so, there you have it, the birth of our little heart breaker, but being born in rome didn't make him a heart breaker neither did the fact that he was being raised by his heart breaker father who had now been tamed by his mother. no, none of that, it's what happened in the future and you will have to wait and see what happens to make him quite bitter. so, now you get the story about the boy growing up happily with his parents and of course, this is where the cheesey movie would start rolling the credtis. but what happens beyond ther credits? well, to start off with, geoffrey and bella start to discuss the move to england because there was a better quality of life waiting for her there. here, she was just a amaid who could never amount to anything more, but in england, she could be anything from a school teacher to a translator.
the struggle to get her into england was a four year long one, but they finally achieved their goal. during those four years, his father would run off to the courts, phone every contact he had and argue their case as much as possible while his little baby was in the arms of his mother. of course, running around trying to get into england meant he actually missed the first four years of his darling child growing up and how he took a deep interest in playing football. it was quite strange how his love of football arose because he had no father to lead him into this hobbie, even though his father was one of the biggest west ham fans you would ever meet. how it actually occured was when his next door neightbour threw a ball over the wall by accident and this little thing headed it without any thought. of course, this was amazing for his father and his mother, not so much. she didn't want her only son to be caught up in football which had so many horrible attatchments, especially where they would be moving to. she wished that he didn't love football, but she didn't stop her child from having fun.
the four years had passed and now, they were in england, east london to be precise, the home of west ham united. now, growing up there was going to be a hotspot for trouble, but that's where geoffrey lived and that's where his law firm was. oh yes, this football hooligan was a lawyer! and a lawyer with his bestfriend and valentino's godfather, william dunham. the two of them would go to west ham matches in their suits, start a riot and leave unscathed while all the other supporters faught it out and were arrested, he was a slippery little shit and that's what made him such a good lawyer, but his wife had no idea of this little double life he was leading. but he wouldn't introduce his son to this kind of life just yet, oh no, first he would get him hooked on football so there would be no way to avoid this life, although that wasn't really the plan, the plan was to make him a complete football nut and just leave at that, but he had no idea what was lying in store for his child.
of course, while he was growing up, valentino continued to play football, gaining such a passion for it that it could drive him insane some day, but none-the-less, he loved every minute of football. he loved it even more when his father took him to see west ham matches and he would sit in the crowd and cheer on his favourite team. the down side to being at those matches? this young little thing picked up some vulgar language and got a little taster of violence. his father didn't think much of it, but his mother was flabbergasted when her small child came home and exclaimed the word 'fuck' as he tripped up the stairs. after a firm talking to, the boy apologised and ran off to his room, only to be told by his father that it was okay to swear, just not in front of his mother. he agreed to never let that word, or any of the other words he hears at football slip in front of his mother again, he would only use the smart words he heard like 'the corridor of uncertainty' and things like that.
everything was sailing along smoothly, his father and his godfather were earning quite a lot from their business, his mother was doing quite well at the high school she now worked at and valentino had joined a local football club and was even being scouted at the age of eight! but that was when the problem came; his mother was pregnant again. now, you might think that is a wonderful thing, something that was so amazing and should be shouted to the heavens, but you weren't in valentino's shoes. the baby girl, shelly, came a few months after valentino turned nine and that was when the trouble started. they didn't ignore valentino, they just didn't really take notice of him as much as they used to because they were trying to raise a baby, it's not that they prefered shelly, it was that looking after her took a lot out of them and they were completely exhausted when he wanted to show off his new talents.
the other problem was that valentino was out growing his father, he was finding new friends that wanted to go watch west ham play, so he would end up going with them instead of his own dad and that was starting to bug geoffrey ever so slightly, but as william told him time and time again; he was getting old, he was ten years old and a football nut, he was bound to find other football nuts to be nutty over football with. geoffrey took nothing from that conversation, instead, he went back to cooing with his little baby daughter. that was the final straw for valentino, he wanted nothing more to do with his parents because of that damn baby and he wished to heaven that one day he would just get out of this place and finally be happy on his own with out these people.
now, most kids would have tried harder to get their father's attention, like; do better in school, try harder at football or maybe even make an effort to talk to him in the afternoons about that latest footy match. none of that happened, instead this kid went off the rails, his football coach was getting sick of him hitting refs and his school teachers were getting tired of his smart little come backs and the way he treated his fellow students. he had basically turned into your average thug and someone you definitely wouldn't want to mess with. yeah, sure he was only eleven, but that meant nothing to him, if anything, it meant he had to prove even more about how tough he was and that he didn't care if people hurt him because he had no emotions to hurt. all of this was a message to his father, but he wasn't getting it.
the next few years were pretty bland. well, that's if you class bland as going to every home and away west ham match and just starting riots, fights and general shit for the fun of it, being kicked out of almost every local football club because of his violence on and off the pitch and finally being raised by his own godfather because his father was too busy making sure little shelly got into a good primary school to start a basis for her amazing education. that was the one thing that really started to burn him, the fact that they cared about her education, he showed a talent on the pitch so his father instantly assumed that he wouldn't need education and never bothered to teach him things or even help him with his homework. it was the hardest blow for him to take and maybe that's why his life took a turn for the worse.
now, his sixteenth birthday was when he first discovered women. he was invited to a valentine's party, one that consisted of a lot of alcohol and women. now, he wasn't a partier, didn't believe in poisoning his body with alcohol just to have fun when he could easily do that with some chocolate. so, as his friends drank vodka, he drank coke. a few girls complimented him in his accent and he continued to speak, whispering in their ears in italian and that just drove these girls wild, so wild, he ended up in a bedroom with one of them. he was a virgin, she wasn't but once it happened, he suddenly knew exactly what he was doing and showed this girl the time of her life! it was strange at first, but he sure did love the feel of a girl close to him and the euphoria of sex just made him realise that football wasn't his life, football and sex was his life. this experience made him a smooth one with the ladies and made him realise the power of the italian accent.
of course, being sixteen wasn't all fun and games. it was after a tottenham game when things got a little out of hand. as per usual, him and his little gang of friends had started some shit with the away supporters while the games was going on and they thought it ended there. oh no, it certainly didn't. on the way out of the ground, the tottenham fans singled them out as they made their way down a small alley that was also a shortcut but no one else ever used this road. suddenly, they were surrounded by four, maybe five tottenham supporters and it was all in the shit. sure, there was five of them but they were just kids, these guys were adults, people who should have known better. they decided to teach them a lesson and knocked them around a bit and then they left and the boys just had a few bloody noses and sore bruises. but one of them came back; a stupid mistake. the boys went to town on this guy, kicking him, punching him and slapping him about but it went horribly wrong when one of the boys decided to pick up a brick and crack the guy over the head with it. it was a bad move, but with the combination of the brick and repeated kicks, the guy was dead. all over the news the next day with no idea who did it.
around a week later was when he finally confided in someone, certainly not his father, but his good friend and godfather, william. the two of them had a really deep heart to heart and william told him he had to tell the police, there was no way around it. he couldn't, he couldn't hurt his father's reputation, his friends and most of all his own football carrer (even though it was pretty screwed from the violence). william told him of an sporting academy that his father attended all those years ago but there was one catch; it was in perth. without another moments thought he said do it. he hated beign stuck in england with a family that didn't care about him. he needed a fresh start, a place that didn't know about his reputation but mos of, a place where there wouldn't be the death of someone resting on his mind at all hours of the day. his godfather signed him up and then they told his father.
when he was accepted, there was no stopping him, he was gone without another moment's thought, the problem was, they did know about his reputation and were going to press on it until he finally cracked and left. the thing they didn't count on was the academy actually helping. sure, he's still an angry young man, but the academy have helped him control it on the pitch, not too much off the pitch, but that didn't matter, football clubs just didn't want you to go around and batter people and get red cards every match you could actually play between suspensions. he's now in his final year of the academy and although he didn't need to advance his talents, he needed it to calm him down and maybe finally get him noticed by the one club he adores; west ham united.
ROLEPLAYER !
alias; almighty admin! although dee will do.
other characters; juliette desrosiers and frederick miller.
how did you find us?; through bob
how can we contact you?; pm, email, msn, come and knock on my door if you really have to.
roleplay sample;
katherine miller !
``i can feel you all around me
thickening the air i'm breathing
holding on to what i'm feeling
savoring this heart that's healing,,
katie breathed a sigh of relief when she looked down at her art coursework, finally seeing that it was finished. she hadn't seen spencer properly for a long time and it was really making her heart ache and it was becoming harder to concentrate when she was in class. she was with him and would spend the whole time giggling and sending her notes, not bothering to even pay attention to her teacher. a few days ago, her art teacher reminded them that one piece of their art coursework was due soon and katie hadn't even started it, one, because she didn't know they had any and two, if she had known, she was so busy with other coursework to even think about starting something else. she thought heathington would all be fun and games, but she was sadly mistaken. never the less, she was still with spencer and that's all she cared about.
katie pulled her knitted beret onto her head and smiled as she made one last glimpse in the mirror. she wasn't vain, oh no, she was the complete opposite, she didn't care about what she looked like really, she just had to make sure she had everything when she looked in the mirror. she had every layer that was carefully picked and then she could see the straps of her backpack which told her she had that with her nikon camera in it. she sighed lightly as she looked around her empty dorm and then turned and left, shutting the door behind her after she was out in the hallway. she nodded lightly to herself as she slowly walked down the corridor and towards the flight of stairs. she carefully walked down the stairs, taking them one by one so she didn't trip or fall. she had made it down the stairs without falling, now she just had the rest of the night to go. she tendancy to fall over wherever she went
katie was finally out of the dorm building and only just realised how freezing cold it was. she shivered lightly for one moment but soon enough, she was bouncing down the road. of course, another person would have gone inside to get warm, but she knew if you ran around for a little bit, you would eventually warm up. the few small puddles that were on the ground were no trouble for this girl as she skipped through them with her lovely wellington boots. if she were in her usualy converse, she'd be avoiding the puddles, but for once, she was prepared. she was off to the park to see spencer and didn't know whether it would be muddy or just generally damp so, she decided to be totally prepared (like a cub scout) and wear her lovely wellington boots. after all, she didn't want to be complaining of cold feet all night, she'd rather be complaining that she was cold in general so she could snuggle with spencer.
katie swung on the open gate of the park with a wide grin as she heard it creek. she hopped off of the gate and slowly walked through the dimly lit park, wondering whether spencer was already here or not. she hoped he was so they could snuggle straight away and just be merry children. she slowly meandered through the park, following the path with a smile as each footstep echoed through out the park. sure, there were still the few random homeless people and the drunk teenagers, but everyone left everyone else alone, it was kind of like the unwritten code of the park and she liked it like that. at least that way she could just sit around and wait for spencer without anyone talking to her or questioning what she was doing. she was just hoping that one of these drunken people wouldn't turn out to be her sister at an intern 'party' of some kind, now that could get ugly.
katie finally found a bench to sit on that wasn't too wet and was in enough light that spencer wouldn't walk straight passed her. her hands were sat in her lap and she absently started to play with the ring that spencer gave her on that sweet night. playing with the ring had become a little bit of a habit, a little quirk that she now had. it was weird having a ring because she hardly wore jewelry, apart from the batman necklace, and never really fiddled with anything. it was as if playing with the ring and having it on her kept her close to spencer. every time she looked at the ring, her heart skipped a beat and she just fell back into that amazing place where everything always felt so right for her. call her stupid, call her soft, but she really didn't care because she was truely in love and nothing was going to stop this fourteen year old girl from feeling the love and giving the love.
tonight she would be giving her love in the form of a set of dog tags she had engraved for spencer; one had his name, a heart underneth and then her name underneath that and the other tag had the words 'forever and always' engraved on them. she knew it was a bit cheesey, but she couldn't help it, she needed to give him something back after the ring other wise she would have gone mad. at least this way, he could wear them and no one would think twice, after all, loads of guys wear dog tags, no one ever reads them, but if she had given him a ring, people would be suspicious as most males only wore rings for a reason and there would be no reason to explain for a random ring turning up on spencer's finger, plus her brother said dog tags were cooler, yes, she had got advice from her brother but only because she was terrible with gifts unless someone had dropped enough hints for her to take. so now, she just awaited her dear, sweet spencer.
status ••, finished!
tag ••, spencer <3
word count ••, 1011.
appearance ••, as above, outfit and ring.
lyrics ••, all around me by flyleaf.
music ••, hey joe by jimi hendrix.
notes ••, i got way too carried away here, sorry!
