Animal

Primality

Still here

Primality

^{Location: Dorm Building (Moving to Wolkwitz Auditorium), Merryweather Institute}

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Emiliano did not expect John to go out of his way and pick up a 'hearty' meal for someone he just met. How kind of him! Emiliano intends to return the favor once he gets his hands on the proper equipment. Unfortunately, he isn't much of a breakfast person. In general, he preferred to skip breakfast entirely and have a big lunch instead. That wouldn't be the case today, it seems.

“Ah, thank you. It looks-”

'Intimidating.' He thought otherwise.

“-Delicious!” Putting his reservations aside, he enthusiastically accepted the plate and settled it on the table, next to the warm cup of milk he just pulled out of the microwave. He never did try the breakfast menu around here yet, so this would be the first for him.

With one glance, Emiliano recognized a full English breakfast anywhere...with processed cheese? A rather unique take compared to other versions he has seen in the past. At least this one presented to him far outranks his uncle's poor attempt at the dish. The cheese itself bothered Emiliano on a spiritual level, while everything else skyrocketed his cholesterol levels just by looking at it.

He went ahead to grab a ziploc bag out of the cabinet and sealed the cheese inside the mini-fridge for later. That just leaves the rest...time to dig in!

Emiliano couldn't finish his plate by the time John left for the ceremony, so he decided to stay behind and catch up with him later. As he ate, he noticed Benny staring at him through the window for a good while before going off to do cat things. Personally, he didn't mind cats. They were good for keeping rats away from the restaurant back home, plus his family adores them. So, if his roommate decides to let the little guy roam around their dorm room, he won't tell him off.

Not soon after, he heard the announcement over the intercom, prompting him to rush through the last stretch of his meal. As expected, Emiliano felt nauseous and overly stuffed by the end of it. The silver lining in this, he probably won't feel hungry for the rest of the day.

On top of that, it tasted good! Thanks, John!

After a quick clean up, Emiliano left the room in a hurry and was en route to the Wolkwitz Auditorium.

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Primality

^{Location: Dorm Room, Merryweather Institute}

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One year - that's how long Emiliano planned to stay before returning to Europe. There were several rules he needed to adhere to during his visit, most of which he had no issues in following. When it came to restricting a primalist's freedom, Merryweather seemed no different from its European counterpart. Forced to stay until they learn to harness their power for the good of mankind, something along those lines. He understood it was for safety reasons, but what happens if someone is incapable of meeting those graduation requirements?

In Emiliano's case, there is a possibility that he will never learn how to control his salt magic. Far more often than not, he would find a few grams of salt in his pockets, wondering where the hell it came from this time. The ground? A nearby saltshaker? Or a person? Regardless of its origin, Emiliano would never use it for cooking, unless he knew it came directly from the pantry.

Beyond his magic's practical uses in cooking, there is really nothing else he desired from this 'power'. And yet, the salt desired him. Emiliano wanted no part in this twisted romance, if you can call it as such. At least now, he remains optimistic to progress in his studies. The methods used back in Europe did little to inspire him, but here, there are opportunities aligned with his personal goals.

Which begs the question: Would he be able to sneak off campus? Emiliano wants to attempt this at some point for the sake of sightseeing. Never had a chance to since he arrived in America, with jet lag and all. To remedy this, he spent the next couple of days to adjust and settle in before the semester officially started.

Emiliano began the morning brimming with confidence for the day ahead. No more waking up at odd hours or struggling to remain quiet for his roommate's sake. Clad in his school uniform and a pair of dark-colored cargo pants to go with it, he waited for the microwave to warm up his milk. The plan for today was already laid out in his head. Go to orientation, attend classes, try out whatever they had to offer at the cafeteria for lunch, and see if he can get his hands on a hot plate to upgrade their dorm's sorry excuse for a kitchen.

Easy peasy! Well, depending on what his roommate has to say on the matter.

“Allora, John?” He called out, wondering if his roommate had not yet seized an early head start today. “How would you feel about me smuggling in a hot plate?”

Emiliano never posed the question directly beforehand, but it was implied by how discontent he is with their current setup. Vocal, but not excessive to the point it would annoy someone, unless they were short-tempered.

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@Ti

Primality

Emiliano

Emiliano Palminteri

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^{Salt ◼ November 17th (17) ◼ Male}

Hider

_{"Catchphrase?"}

A P P E A R A N C E:

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Emiliano stands at 185cm (6'1”), with a lean body build and a dark complexion that is common on his mother's side of the family. His hair is dark brown and long, which is neatly tied up into a pony tail. Small, but noticeable scars could be seen on his fingers, telling a history of his time using a knife in the kitchen.

Not exactly fashionable, but Emiliano prefers to keep a simple wardrobe of plain clothes or what he thinks that looks nice enough to wear. Often keeps a spare cloth in his pockets to sanitize his hands.

B I O G R A P H Y:

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Raised in a family whose recorded lineage dates back to the 18th century, Emiliano discovered at a young age that he is destined to become a chef. Just like his mother, grandfather, their parents before them, and so on, generations of the Palminteri family sweated over the same stove. They weren't particularly poor or rich, but lived simple, modest lives. Establishing 'Famiglia Palminteri' in the early 1900s, the restaurant is revered as a local gem in northern Italy. This is where Emiliano believes he will spend most of his days.

Growing up, Emiliano dreamed about traveling outside the comfort of his small town. The possibilities and opportunities that lie beyond the horizon, he wanted to experience them all. But, as he grew older, those child-like wonders faded into the back of his mind. Emiliano became content with his familiar surroundings. All the tools to succeed in the culinary arts were readily available to him, and his grades at school were acceptable to his parents. To him, it didn't make sense to pursue in anything else. Not that he couldn't recognize any other skills he could build off from, but simply because he enjoys doing what he does.

One day his dream rekindled when talking to his schoolmates about their plans for the future and whatnot. While Emiliano's own answer was less than stellar to the group, he learned one of them is planning to move overseas for their career path. Their discussion remained in Emiliano's head for the entire day, distracting him from his duties on more than one occasion. When night rolled around, he resorted to reading some books he had lying around to clear his head. Many of them were old stories of primalists using their abilities for the sake of mankind.

The last primalist in his family dated back to his great-grandfather, the original founder of their little family-owned restaurant. Passed down stories retold of how the old man used his primal magic to benefit the surrounding villages, vastly reducing famine in the area. Finding admiration in these kinds of heroic deeds, Emiliano followed by example through food donations the next day, on his sixteenth birthday. Despite his best intentions, many of his hand delivered care packages were high in salt. He tried to remedy this as he usually would, but the end product somehow became worse. This is the day he discovered his primal awakening.

Ever since then, Emiliano spent a year attending a European primalist school. And when presented with the opportunity to participate in a foreign exchange program, he took it. While Emiliano still planned to dedicate his life to the family business, he didn't want to hold any regrets later down the road. Like his schoolmate, Emiliano wanted to go overseas, and was selected to spend his second year in America, at the Merryweather Institute.

P E R S O N A L I T Y:

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Generally a laid-back individual with little interest for anything that isn't cooking. Emiliano's life revolves around food, and his deep rooted ties to his family only contributed to how he acts in the kitchen. Having firmly developed a belief that a chef's work must be treated as if it were sacred. This strong sense of respect also applies to the food itself. Wasted food, such as discarded leftovers is often seen as an insult to Emiliano, which could often lead to a hostile confrontation with him. The usage of traditional recipes that possess a long history, immediately gains his respect. As his family often use these practices in their own restaurant.

Outside of food, Emiliano cherishes the rare solitude moments whenever he's outside the busy kitchen. Probably the only piece of unfamiliarity he seems to accept in his life. His routine schedule, conversing with the regulars, his generous donations to the food bank, all of that he is content with. What he doesn't like is regrets, and up until recently, he never had any. But, when he does get that feeling, a sense of urgency to be rid of it takes priority above all else. One could say Emiliano struggles with pressure, because anything that pushes him out of his comfort zone, makes him commit to irrational decisions.

A B I L I T I E S / S K I L L S:

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A year at the European primalist school taught him how to avoid accidental incorporation of salt into his cooking. Which is more than he could ask for, really. But, he still requires a level of control that prevents him from passively drawing salt from his surroundings.

C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:

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Will probably update.

Primality

Not sure if I'm too late, but here is my submission.

Emiliano

Emiliano Palminteri

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^{Salt ◼ November 17th (17) ◼ Male}

Hider

_{"Catchphrase?"}

A P P E A R A N C E:

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Emiliano stands at 185cm (6'1”), with a lean body build and a dark complexion that is common on his mother's side of the family. His hair is dark brown and long, which is neatly tied up into a pony tail. Small, but noticeable scars could be seen on his fingers, telling a history of his time using a knife in the kitchen.

Not exactly fashionable, but Emiliano prefers to keep a simple wardrobe of plain clothes or what he thinks that looks nice enough to wear. Often keeps a spare cloth in his pockets to sanitize his hands.

B I O G R A P H Y:

---

Raised in a family whose recorded lineage dates back to the 18th century, Emiliano discovered at a young age that he is destined to become a chef. Just like his mother, grandfather, their parents before them, and so on, generations of the Palminteri family sweated over the same stove. They weren't particularly poor or rich, but lived simple, modest lives. Establishing 'Famiglia Palminteri' in the early 1900s, the restaurant is revered as a local gem in northern Italy. This is where Emiliano believes he will spend most of his days.

Growing up, Emiliano dreamed about traveling outside the comfort of his small town. The possibilities and opportunities that lie beyond the horizon, he wanted to experience them all. But, as he grew older, those child-like wonders faded into the back of his mind. Emiliano became content with his familiar surroundings. All the tools to succeed in the culinary arts were readily available to him, and his grades at school were acceptable to his parents. To him, it didn't make sense to pursue in anything else. Not that he couldn't recognize any other skills he could build off from, but simply because he enjoys doing what he does.

One day his dream rekindled when talking to his schoolmates about their plans for the future and whatnot. While Emiliano's own answer was less than stellar to the group, he learned one of them is planning to move overseas for their career path. Their discussion remained in Emiliano's head for the entire day, distracting him from his duties on more than one occasion. When night rolled around, he resorted to reading some books he had lying around to clear his head. Many of them were old stories of primalists using their abilities for the sake of mankind.

The last primalist in his family dated back to his great-grandfather, the original founder of their little family-owned restaurant. Passed down stories retold of how the old man used his primal magic to benefit the surrounding villages, vastly reducing famine in the area. Finding admiration in these kinds of heroic deeds, Emiliano followed by example through food donations the next day, on his sixteenth birthday. Despite his best intentions, many of his hand delivered care packages were high in salt. He tried to remedy this as he usually would, but the end product somehow became worse. This is the day he discovered his primal awakening.

Ever since then, Emiliano spent a year attending a European primalist school. And when presented with the opportunity to participate in a foreign exchange program, he took it. While Emiliano still planned to dedicate his life to the family business, he didn't want to hold any regrets later down the road. Like his schoolmate, Emiliano wanted to go overseas, and was selected to spend his second year in America, at the Merryweather Institute.

P E R S O N A L I T Y:

---

Generally a laid-back individual with little interest for anything that isn't cooking. Emiliano's life revolves around food, and his deep rooted ties to his family only contributed to how he acts in the kitchen. Having firmly developed a belief that a chef's work must be treated as if it were sacred. This strong sense of respect also applies to the food itself. Wasted food, such as discarded leftovers is often seen as an insult to Emiliano, which could often lead to a hostile confrontation with him. The usage of traditional recipes that possess a long history, immediately gains his respect. As his family often use these practices in their own restaurant.

Outside of food, Emiliano cherishes the rare solitude moments whenever he's outside the busy kitchen. Probably the only piece of unfamiliarity he seems to accept in his life. His routine schedule, conversing with the regulars, his generous donations to the food bank, all of that he is content with. What he doesn't like is regrets, and up until recently, he never had any. But, when he does get that feeling, a sense of urgency to be rid of it takes priority above all else. One could say Emiliano struggles with pressure, because anything that pushes him out of his comfort zone, makes him commit to irrational decisions.

A B I L I T I E S / S K I L L S:

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A year at the European primalist school taught him how to avoid accidental incorporation of salt into his cooking. Which is more than he could ask for, really. But, he still requires a level of control that prevents him from passively drawing salt from his surroundings.

C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:

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Will probably update.

Primality

<Snipped quote by Animal>

We have two Water people. Nothing is actually taken. :)

@Crimson Flame

Ah, I thought we were limited to a selection. That makes sense.

<Snipped quote by Animal>

Plus you can do some non-conventional specialized natural elements too, I think, like sand, mercury, fungi, blue flames, mud, ice, metal, flowers, lava, magma, crystal, mist, bubbles, I don't know if it's been confirmed but maybe even some kind of animal based magic like insects, birds, animals in general etc., so in theory, there should be plenty of options. But even overlaps are okay anyways.

@Aeolian

You had me at salt.

Primality

Dang, are all the elements taken already?

Primality

I'm interested

Pokémon: Sorrow's Song {looking for players}

Throwing my interest here.

Saint Valerius Academy - A Knight/Noble Fantasy

I think that meeting killed our GM.