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Very nice cross, accepted.
Watching that gives me satisfaction. 8/10
Right, me and Whirlwind got a collaboration up.
You guys can move on to a post where you all hang out together after the feast now, if you like.
You guys can move on to a post where you all hang out together after the feast now, if you like.
I'll send you a link.
Accepted. Great app. :)
I'm going to bed now but I'll be back tomorrow to discuss links between characters. The other guys are preparing apps as we speak (to my knowledge). Guet Nacht.
Whirlwind said
Will those close to Bradley know about his mom, or does he keep it secret?
Good question, I think the latter as he would not want people pitying him.
I'm not sure what I'd post. I guess I could collab with Whirlwind as I don't really want to control her character's sister without knowing how she acts.
Age:
21 years old
Gender:
Male
Appearance:
Bradley is considered relatively tall, beating that national average at 6'0 dead. He has a natural liking for athletic activites and some spare time to work out means that he is in good shape. His skin is quite tan due to his father originating from Italy, though it is not too different from the skin tone he would have anyway as he lives in a fairly hot area. He has brown hair that is usually cut short. He shaves often, but if he happened to miss one, he would no doubt grow thick stubble. His eyes are dark brown. His choice of clothing is very casual and typical for someone his age, his wardrobe consisting of an array of simple t-shirts, hoodies, jeans and other things of that ilk.
Personality:
Whilst Bradley appears to have quite a standoffish and harsh attitude, it is merely a sign of the fact that he prefers not to converse with strangers. To people who do not try and make unnecessary conversation with him, Bradley is perfectly fine and his behaviour toward them would not warrant a second thought, though he tends to be quite cold and harsh with anyone that tries to waste his time. He is not really an asshole, but it is the way he acts to most people as most of the people he meets are also assholes. He is, in general, very relaxed and thoughtful, saying only what needs to be said and rarely getting over exited. He finds it very easy to talk with those close to him, and is very kind and friendly with them, contrasting greatly with his general persona. His calm attitude means that he is more reasonable than most in stressful situations, keeping a level head and making sensible decisions - though this can quickly change if someone threatens or attacks someone close to him, which would probably lead him to kick their ass. Once close with someone, he is unwaveringly loyal and will always be straight with them (unless being straight with them would hurt them.) His loyalty could mean that he could be manipulated.
Likes:
Freedom, music, reading, loyalty, necessary violence*, tranquillity, cars, sports, travelling
Dislikes:
Crowds, tight spaces, unnecessary violence*, unfairness, most people, dishonesty, disloyalty
Biography:
Diego Marchetti was born in Palermo, Italy in the 60s. After twenty years of mediocrity, he packed his things and left home - migrating to New York to seek greater opportunities, charmed by the idea of the american dream. He did not find it so fantastic when he arrived however, covering a span of jobs before maintaining a job as a taxi driver. The only positive thing he found in America, in fact, was a young woman named Cynthia who he would fall in love with an eventually conceive a child with in the early 90s. Unfortunately for the both of them, Diego was shot dead by local criminals after he got involved in some of their business. Diego died two months before Cynthia gave birth to their son, Bradley. Cynthia, heartbroken and left to raise a child alone, moved to California, unable to face the city in which her lover was mercilessly shot down in, holding fears that Bradley could see the same fate one day.
Without a father and with a mother who was what could only be described as mentally depressed for the majority of his childhood, Bradley didn't have it easy. His mother was loving to a degree, but he was often left to his own devices as she spent most of her time either working or dating some random person she had just met - which rarely worked out. His mother must have had hundreds of relationships over the years, and only two had lasted for more than twelve months, both resulting in short-lived marriages. Bradley never really had a chance to be taught the ways of life, so he learnt it himself. When he wasn't in school he was out on the streets getting involved in all sorts of shit.
Bradley learned fast in school. He took in information like nobody else. His issue was translating that to paper, so he did quite poorly early on. His teachers saw him as a fool, and treat him as if he were one. As a result he lost any passion he had for learning and fell in to a downward spiral of learning, failing most tests that came his way, shutting off his mind in class and putting his headphones in. He was once a kind and respectful boy, but after being pushed around by both his fellow peers and teachers as well as having to face the cold hard world, his attitude changed, making him sceptic, unfriendly and quite distant. He went from being the kid that always wanted to answer the questions to the kid that sat at the back of the class and never spoke.
He would put all his energy on to his exploits out of school - he got involved with gangs. He robbed stores, stole peoples wallets, fought on the streets. He got a lot of cool stuff over the years, but it was all dirty money. Nothing he did was morally sound. He felt bad about it, but he did it anyway. He almost got killed on two occasions - one leaving him with a permanent knife scar down his arm. He struggled through school, barely scraping his way out of it by the end. He moved out and spent most of his times sitting in smoky rooms with his friends, listening to music and passing a joint around whilst doing nothing productive at all - occasionally going out and robbing someone to keep the supplies of weed.
When he was 18, he discovered that his mother had cancer. It was not necessarily terminal, but the doctors said it was a possibility that she could be facing death in the next couple of years. Bradley's whole outlook on life fell in to doubt. He realised he was leading a petty, disgusting life. He had been hurting others for no reason. Causing trouble for the hell of it. He left and tried to find a way to live his life as a good citizen. At 19 years old after several months of living this lifestyle and getting very little done, Bradley saw his mother's health deteriorate quickly. He demanded that she leave work, which she did. He then found himself having to care for her and himself. He had some money that he had accumulated over the months, but he didn't have a good job to maintain the money coming in.
He was too deep to leave his life of crime, but he wasn't too deep to change his haphazard ways. Maybe he couldn't turn his back on crime, but he could turn his back on causing suffering for his own benefit. He looked for a way to earn a good amount of money without harming innocents - a victimless crime: dealing weed. He found a supplier and started small, earning very little for the amount of effort he put it. However, as time passed, his profits expanded and two years later, the present, he had a strong business with several of his close friends working beside him, reeling in hundreds of dollars on a weekly basis, which is split between the group - most of Bradley's share going straight to his mother.
*What I mean by this is that he loves beating the shit out of bad people if they deserve it and would probably find it easy putting a bullet in to a bad person, but he would never condone violence to an innocent.
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