Post by << Angelo >> on Sept 6, 2006 7:47:14 GMT -5
Name: Angelo Giannetto
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Height: 5 foot 9
Weight: 117
Personality: Extremely nice, but can be bold when it comes to women, he speaks out a lot if threatened.
History: Angelo came from a farm in upstate New York. He then moved into the city to follow the Thoroughbred Racing curcuit. (blah) His parents hated his habits, they wondered if he'd done any drugs, smoked, or drank while he was in the city... In turn theyy shipped him off to Xandiveir.
Picture:
Person in Picture: Adamo Ruggiero
Schedule:
1st: English
2nd: Pre Math
3rd: Football
4th: History
5th: Lunch
6th: PE
7th: Biology
8th: TAP
9th: Free Period
Post sample:Angelo stepped into the street, dodging the hustle and the bustle all these people brought. He wasn't used to this, anyone could see. He was a mixed up kid, stuck between worlds: Country Kid and a Jock. Though he acted more Country... Had the voice, hanging with "ya'll" instead of stretching it out.
Angelo wore clean tennis shoes, those he'd earned up to get. His Jeans were a faded blue, a single rip in the left knee. A backpack was thrown over one shoulder, sunglasses hanging from his shirt.
He glanced about, spotting many good looking women. He didn't get many of those out in the Boondocks... They were mostly old slums who didn't even know what the internet, or a computer was. They never moved, that's for sure. He sighed, grateful to make it to his destination. This was what he wanted, wasn't it?