Dante Salvatore
Mar 27, 2010 1:27:26 GMT -5
Post by Dante Salvatore on Mar 27, 2010 1:27:26 GMT -5
[/i][/size][/right]The Basics
Name: Dante Vitale Salvatore
Nicknames: Nope, he only goes by Dante
Age: Eighteen
Orientation: Bisexual
Desired Rank/Job: Student
Powers: Telepathy, Channeling
Play By: Caleb Lane
The Details
Hair Color: Blond
Eye Color: Blue-ish gray
Any Piercings? None
Any Tattoos? Nope
Any Scars? A long scar that starts at his throat and goes down his chest, its mostly hidden from sight. Its faint and sometimes hard to see that its actually there at all. But it still remains a constant reminder.
General Appearance:
He is 6' 1", and he could very easily pass as someone much older, maybe its because his eyes always have this sad, distant look to them. His eyes are an odd color, something between blue and gray, but because he rarely looks at anyone for more then a few seconds at a time, very few people notice the unique color. His hair his blond and always kept short, never allowing it to grow out long enough to get in his face or obscure his vision.
Depending on whether or not he decides to shave that day, he can either look really sweet or like the tough guy he always pretends to be, it always depends on what he's wearing. Often times he'll wear a hoodie, keeping the hood on most of the day unless he'd told to take it off from a teacher. He wears his clothes for his own personal comfort, to not please anyone else, so often times its just something very simple like jeans and a t-shirt and a hoodie. Other times it could be something a little nicer, but times like those a few and very rare.
Personality:
Dante would much rather be left alone then be bothered by other people. Especially teachers. He's very moody and somewhat unpredictable. One minute everything could be perfectly fine and the next he could be yelling. You never really know what to expect when he's around. Of course he doesn't like to be this way, but his consistent mood swings are do to his past and powers. He doesn't always like the fact that he can hear others thoughts and share his own thoughts with other people, but he uses it to his advantage. He figures he was given these powers and it would be foolish not to use them.
He can be very stubborn and doesn't always follower directions. He's a stone walled kind of guy, its hard to actually see past the rough exterior and see the much more hurt and gentle Dante that lays trapped under layers that he built to protect himself from the outside world. He takes his time on things, think things through before making any kind of decisions.
Dante can be very bitter too. Bitter because even though he's getting better with his powers, the migraines seem to only get worse, and he doesn't understand why. So because he's frustrated with that, he'll take it out on anyone close enough to him. He'll put voices in their heads that could drive them insane. He doesn't want to be cruel, but seeing others suffer makes him feel better.
Your Vices
Likes:
- Reading
- Listening to music/His ipod
- Horror movies
- Swearing
- Sitting alone
- His powers
- Honesty
- Control
- Talking to ghosts
- Strawberries
Dislikes:
- Liars
- Ignorance
- Spiders
- Migraines
- Dancing
- Muddy shoes
- Being talked down to
- Teachers treating him like a stupid kid
- Bright light
- Talking a lot
Strengths: Keeping secrets, intelligence, and boldness
Weaknesses: Letting anyone get close to see what he's really like
Fears: People finding out his secret
Secret: He caused his parents to kill themselves.
Family Ties
Father: Mark Salvatore (deceased)
Mother: Emily Salvatore (deceased)
Siblings: None
Any Other Important People: Nope
History
Most are lucky enough to say they had a good childhood, but for Dante, this isn't the case. He was neglected as a child, sometimes his mother would even smack him should he get out of line. The neighbors knew, but said nothing. He grew up hating his parents, wishing they were dead so he could go live somewhere else. When he turned thirteen and first started to slowly realize his powers, he was thrilled. At first all he did was talk to the little ghost boy in the basement. He liked talking to him because he listened and understood everything he said.
He wasn't very good at making friends at school. No one was mean to him or anything, but he was always just very closed off. Even though several other kids showed interest in being friends, and had even tried to get him to talk, Dante had turned away from them because he was worried they wouldn't understand. That if he told them about the little boy down in the basement, they would laugh at him.
One day, his mother caught him talking to him.. only his mother didn't see the ghost boy. She saw her son talking to himself. Talking to nothing but air and acting as if it were talking back to him....
- Very Short Flashback -
Dante! What on earth are you doing?!" She was mad. He could tell by the way her eyes looked. He stared at her, not really understanding what she meant, not realizing she couldn't see his new friend too. "I'm talking with my friend..." The words were uncertain, and if he wasn't so sure that's what he'd been doing. And as he continued to look at her, he started to hear the thoughts going on in her head.
"He's crazy! I can't believe my only son's gone crazy. Talking to himself."
"Maybe I should take him to go see a doctor..."
"Shut up!!" Dante screamed at her, he just wanted her to shut up so he could think. But her lips weren't moving, and her thoughts continued on, and on. Dante turned, hoping to get some comfort from his only friend, but found that he was gone.
- End Very Short Flashback -
Well, they didn't take him to go see a doctor, all they did was ignore him even more then before. When he turned fifteen, he found that he could actually put thoughts in their heads. And he did. He punished them for being horrible parents, and eventually neither of them could take it any more, so they killed themselves.
The police didn't know Dante had been the cause of their deaths. How could they? They sent him to an Foster Care, and while he was there he had difficulties controlling his powers. He make the other kids see things, or he'd share his own thoughts with them even when he didn't mean too.
One the other kids got really freaked out by him and the things he heard in his head, the consistent torment of hearing someone else's thoughts, and hearing the things Dante was thinking.. well, it turned out very badly. The kid, whose name was Jared was at least two years older then him finally acted, trying to put an end to it all. Dante had never had anyone try and kill him before, but he knew that he wasn't going down without a fight. Jared had went into the kitchen, long after everyone was sleeping, and gotten a knife.
The kitchen was supposed to be kept locked, but that night the couple that took care of all seven kids had forgotten to lock it up after dinner. It seemed fate was purposely working against him or maybe it was just karma for the terrible things he'd done to his mom and dad. Whatever force was behind the attack, it was cruel and showed no mercy.
Jared didn't succeed in killing him, only scaring him for life, which seemed an uneven trade for the life of his parents. He never knew just how many stitches he'd had or how much he'd cried. He didn't even know what happened to Jared after that, he never went back to that house because the Institute had found him before he arrived back there. They said they could help him. And he'd always wanted a chance to get away, to simply escape from there. So he went, because he knew he needed help, and because he wanted the chance to learn.
Roleplay Example
His hair was getting longer. He could feel it. He could see the difference when he looked in the mirror, granted it was only a small difference, but considering how fast his hair seemed to grow it wouldn't be long before he actually had to take time to comb it. Wasting a whole minute, and that's not even counting if he ended up spiking it up like he use to. But longer hair is what the people seemed to want. The people being, of course, Sevanni and Helena. No they hadn't said so in words, but Shaden was very good at reading what other wanted, most of the time he simply preferred to ignore it. He refused to make his whole life about pleasing everyone around him. Though two could hardly be classified as everyone.
He sighed, and walked away from the mirror, and into his bedroom. He went to the nightstand beside his bed, there were several necklaces there, one of them he picked up was a silver dog tag pendant, it was called a Double Sting Snake curve or something like that. Shaden didn't really get why they called it that. He saw no snake when he looked at the design, but it was cool, and it was silver, so he'd bought it. He slipped the chain over his head, and let it rest there on his bare chest while he walked over to his bed where he already had his shirt picked out and ready for him. He picked up the black shirt, put it on and pulled the pendent out from under it. He then grabbed a thin hooded jacket, he didn't zip it up, the point of the jacket was purely for looks, not to keep him warm.
Shaden made sure to grab a pack of cigarettes, lighter, and his sunglasses before walking out of his room. He walked down the hallway, this area had been deemed his, but he wasn't always comfortable with it. Sevanni's lifestyle was different then how his had been. It was just something he'd have to get use to. He reached the front doors and left, closing the door softly behind him. There was a chill to the night, it didn't affect him though, that much he was thankful for.
He actually had no place to go, he'd only wanted to get out and walk the streets. It was a habit for him. Watching humans as they went about their little lives as if they weren't afraid of anything. As if they didn't have anything to afraid of, walking the streets of New York. It was always the ones who were alone he played with the most. Although, couples could be just as fun. The male, always the protector tried to fight him off. He dies quickly. The women, seeing her lover killed right in front of her screams in hopes of alerting someone to the crime. It was the same thing over and over again. One would think the ruthless people of New York could provide him with a little more entertainment. Was that really so much to ask?
Sunglasses on, hands in his pockets, he walked down a one of the more busy sidewalks at night. Occasionally "accidentally" bumping into someone or taking a break and standing against a building and "accidentally" tripping someone. It was amusing to watch their reactions. You could figure out who that person was in the five seconds they took to look at you. It seem most people in the city were passive-aggressive. They only waste their energy on something really bad, and let the little things go without much problem.
Shaden decided to take a break for a few hours or so, and walked on, when he came to an alley he figured why not? And cut through instead of having to pretend to be going somewhere out there around all those people. This was easiest. No one to hide from. His hand reached out and took the sunglasses off, and shoved them in his pocket. He traveled down different alleyways, not really paying much attention to his surroundings. So the sound of footsteps had him stopping so he could really listen to where they were coming from. The steps were getting closer, he wasn't worried or anything, the scent of human was stronger by the second which meant he was about to have a little bit of fun.
Shaden was in the direct path the boy was traveling, and was starting to think of all the things he could do to him when the steps stopped. He sighed, obviously loud enough for the human to hear because he stopped the words that were moving from his lips. Shaden wasn't in the mood for shadow games, and took a few steps closer to him, making it known he had done so with the sounds of his walking. "You look.. a little lost." The tone was friendly, but not suspiciously friendly. Just some strange guy making a very good observation, and hinted at being able to help. Shaden could help him all right. Right into his bed he could help him.
(Cant say that's "normal size" this was a thread starter so its a little longer. It all depends on my muse and what the other person(s) writes.)
What About You?
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Name: Whatever, call me Dante.. James.. it really doesn't matter to me either way. Just don't call me JJ and everything will be fine.
Age: Old enough to drink, Young enough not to care
Experience: Seven years or so
How Did You Find Us? RPGD
Ready To Play? I hope so. I worked for days on this thing... okay no I didn't. But it did take a couple hours and a few drinks which costs money.
