Post by luxxie on Mar 22, 2010 21:12:32 GMT -5
LUX CESARE GLIERO
"'Eeyyy, Ai'm Lux, Lux Cesare Gliero. Ah, Ai'm nineteen years old, straight--sì, straight--and mai birthday ees-a the twelfth of February. This ees mai first year at thee camp, 'coz Ai've never even played a gee-tar in mai life beefore, aheh. Ai theenk Ai have more-a talent with zee drums, but Ai wanted to try something new-ah, something exciting.
Aneeway, Ai was born in Italia, Napoli-er, Naples. Ai lived there until Ai turned eighteen. Life was-a pretty good there, Ai can't complain, but then leeving there for soooo long does things to yoo. Mai voice, per esempio. One year een America eesn't enough-a to clear up mai ack-sent, hahah, but Ai speek Italian just fine. Rich Campania blood: eet-a never grows weak. But 'ey, if eet wasn't for mai cousins, Ai wouldn't be here.
'Zee, Ai used to live just-a fine on mai parent's seaside veella, close to thee beach, finisheeng highschool, everything. Next theeng Ai knew, Ai wanted to go to thee USA to learn how to deesign, build, reepair, and fix cars. Why? Ai'm not sure. Ai feegure eet's a passion of mine, like-a music. Mai parents seemed to be okay with all of eet, but Ai knew Ai'd mees them while Ai was out of Naples.
Long storee short, Ai traveled across zee USA when Ai was eighteen, visiting couzins and gaining expeerience az a deezigner, and-a studying mechanics some more. Ai say that because-a mai grandfather used to own a chain of auto body reepair shops, and he taught me plenty of things while Ai grew up. But now, after traveling for a long while, one of my cousins named Gianni--or Johnnee, like-a you Americans say--let me stay at hees place for a while. He-a figured that Ai'd have some fun learning some songs on zee guitar, and he was right!
But-ah, Ai guess Ai've gotta describe maiself, right? Soo...Ai'm usually happy, energeteec, and little competiteeve. Ai like cars, pizza, track and-a soccer. Ai don't like aneeone who ees mean, Ai don't like to bug people...ah--OH! What Ai theenk you should know zee most about mee is that Ai'm tall. Seex-foot ten, hahah.
hello, i'm sylvia (or sylvie, or lopez, or pezzy, whatever you wanna call me ;] ), and i'm sixteen years old.
i've been roleplaying for one and a half years. i'm using mitch hewer.
he would be filed under first troop and his main instrument is the acoustic guitar.
i found JBC through Brookshire Academy.
[Taken from a "REPO!The Genetic Opera" RP.]
"Tch, gaahh!"
Lux was rather annoyed. No, the stink of the place wasn't too bad—heck, he practically slept on a cloud of exhaust fumes. He was probably a little on the irritated side because he needed just this last extraction done pronto before he could make way with what was probably his biggest Zydrate steal of the century.
As the Zydrate streamed into the syringe, Lux frowned and gave off a face mixed with disgust and a mild, hasty temperament. He hadn't been counting how many he'd filled up, although he was sure the number was more than five. The last of the neon blue substance filled up the container. He'd make sure to transfer it to a vial later. As for that moment, he was ready to get out of that dump. Packing up his tools and lonely syringe, he shoved them all into a compact, dark colored rucksack which he slung over his left shoulder.
He ducked as a pale beam of light came his way. His fingers clutched the edge of the tombstone in front of him. The grave robber managed to whisper
"Finito..."
"Finished..."
The light went away after a few seconds, but instead of coming to stand up at his full height, he crawled over to rach his Zydrate stash. His jaw dropped. Where'd they go...? In a panic he counted what vials were there.
"Uno, due—? Dov'sono!?!"
"One, two—? Where're they!?!"
He heard a little, girly giggle to the right of him, and swiveled his head to locate the sound.
Where the bodies mocking him? Shaking his head rather quickly as a confused person does when they're double-checking themselves, Lux blinked several times before he squinted and saw a tiny, pink...something peeking out against the dark shadows of the corpses. Searchlight beams nowhere near, Lux didn't hesitate to stand up to his full height to see just what, or who, was messing with his hard-earned Z.
Well, as it turned out, he was outright stumped to see that his little thief was just a girl—probably not older than six or eight. His facial expression could've mimicked that of a seriously confused idiot, with narrowed green eyes, eyebrows closely knit and mouth agape. Quick as a ray of lightning his eyes widened in even more panic—more than half of his current Zydrate was in the hands of a child!
Whoop-de-fawkin'-doo.
Needless to say, he was panicking. Pan-UH-king.
"Oy! Gimmee thoze back!"
...Aaaaanndd he took off after her, careful to hit the deck when searchlight after searchlight crossed his path. It was times like these that he wished he was short. He wasn't angry, per se. Rather, nervous laughter had crept up on his voice as he continued to plead for his Zydrate.