Post by michael on Mar 20, 2010 16:10:55 GMT -5
Character Name: Michael Boscorelli
Nickname(s): Bosco
Gender: Male
Age: Twenty two
Sexuality: Straight
Weight: 161
Height: 5'11
Appearence:
Nickname(s): Bosco
Gender: Male
Age: Twenty two
Sexuality: Straight
Weight: 161
Height: 5'11
Appearence:
Michael isn't the tallest guy in the world but he can hold his ground by reaching a height of 5'11", he is pretty slim but his body is well defined; maybe he is not all muscular and stuff but he is not weak, his job demands him to have some strength. His skin is slightly tanned, and smooth, even when he doesn't exactly takes much care on that note.Personality:
His hair is black and short, with a regular haircut, because he doesn't like to have it long or with any strands of hair hanging over his eyes or even forehead. His eyes are probably his trade mark, because they are a bright blue, which neither her mother, father, or even grandparents have.
Bosco is a pretty relaxed guy, he doesn't exactly likes to wear things that would make him stand out from the crowd, so he tends to stick to a pair of dark jeans and a plane shirt; those are his usual clothes to go pretty much everywhere. However he has to make an exception when at work, because, well, he has to wear the uniform.
Michael Boscorelli is one odd dude, he is normally pretty shy and introverted; ever since he can remember he would stay at home and read, or he would go help her mother at the kitchen, he was just the cute shy guy -to put it in a way- because his idea of fun wasn't exactly in synchrony with the rest of the people.History:
Nevertheless his whole personality could change under pressure, on situations that were of life and death; in those moments he becomes a born leader, he will be the one giving out instructions and doing the hardest part of the job, it is like a reflect and he can't explain why it happens
One trait that doesn't change, no matter what, is his undying need to help people, he just makes everything there is in his power to make sure the people around him are feeling alright and that there is no problem; it doesn't matter if he gets hurt as long as his family and friends are happy and alive.
On the bad side he tends to keep his own emotions buried deep inside and that had caused him several times to just explode when being alone, ending up with a sort of uncontrollable rage, in more than one occasion he has found his living room destroyed by his own hands; on the good note he has always been able to control all that while people are around.
Michael Boscorelli was born and raised here at California by his mother Angelique Boscorelli and father Sal Boscorelli. He comes from an Italian family, but even so he has never actually been to Italy before; however ever since he was a little boy he learned to speak both English and Italian, due to the fact that his Grandmother refused to learn English.Sample Rp:
Ever since he was little he was interested in Medicine, he would be the one who would pick up a book and begin to read it over and over until he was sure he understood it completely. That caused people at his school to classify him as a nerd, or a bookworm. He didn't exactly cared about this, and learned to ignore the comments.
However he turned into one of the smartest guys on the school, always getting A's and never missing a single day at school. By the time he turned 15 though he entered the school bathroom and found one of his classmates on the floor with his wrists sliced; instead of letting panic take over he soon walked over to him and tied up his belt around one of the wrists and his tie around the other, quickly calling out for help.
The boy lived thanks to him and he soon realized that he really wanted to pursue something along the medical path. However even with that heroic stunt he was still a shy boy around school, and nothing really changed. His life continued as normal, he had his small group of friend and he adored his family, that was it, no popularity whatsoever, but he didn't really cared about those things.
When it was time to choose a careerer instead of studying to become a doctor he decided to go into the paramedics, which according to his mother it was a waste of his knowledge; nevertheless it was what he loved doing, keeping people alive until they could get proper care, he just knew how important it was, even when the rest of the people couldn't.
Bosco graduated himself with honors -and a year earlier- he was eager to start working on the streets and it all seemed to be going perfectly fine; he was good at the field, always keeping his head cool under the most intense situations.
Though one day he got a call, he figured it was just a normal car crash, nothing out of the ordinary; however when he arrived he recognized the car, it was his mothers; rushing there he did everything in his power to save her, but it was all too late, there was no fixing her up.
Ever since he sort of blames himself for it and doesn't want to see his father because he is ashamed. It has been a year now and the memory still hunts his dreams, and Bosco is just trying to get through it, step by step.
"Are you sure you want to go there?" A man kept asking while a girl walked around the house, placing her things inside a medium sized suitcase; "You aren't scared of all the stories? you'll be alone" he kept saying, trying to make her feel scared, to plant a seed of fear inside of her, one that with some luck would grow and she would come to realize it is best to stay here, away from that cursed place, as many of the people called it; "I've made up my mind...so the least you could do is accept it" she answered with determination, sure the old cabin close to the lake looked creepy and scary, many stories had passed through there, but she wanted a place to be alone from the word and that was it.Celeb:
With one last goodbye and kiss the girl said goodbye to the man; her slim arms wrapping around his neck in a quick hug before she walked away. This was just something she needed to do, no matter if the rest of the world could understand it or not, if they accept it or not...if they cared or not. Her eyes looked around while she climbed inside her car, and taking one last deep breath her hazel eyes glanced back at her old house for a second before she speeded down the road; suddenly a sad smile crossed her lips, leaving behind a past she hoped would not be there when she decided to come back.
Hours later she reached a point where her car couldn't go through anymore, so stopping it, and locking it, she grabbed her suitcase and jumped out of the car before moving one leg in front of the other as she started to walk; her combat boots were cracking up the few dry branches on the ground. The girl had to reach the old cabin, she had to, and she knew how to do it; oh it had been so long since anyone had gone to that cabin, so, so long. To be honest she had never pictured she would be the one coming back, no definitely not her, but then again, feeling miserable as it is, this place brought some sort of comfort to her and by the end of the day that was exactly what she needed.
Pushing the door open she stepped inside, the place seemed death, as if telling her nothing good could come from staying here; spider webs falling down the windows and ceiling, dust covered the tables and the chairs, the couch and the bed. Now she would have some work to do, but work would keep her mind off of everything else, so it was more than welcomed. Shaking her head she closed the door behind her, dropping her suitcase to rest on the couch before she moved slowly to light up a candle; the girl then walked around and lit some more, making the room look a little scarier… like an old house from ghosts’ stories.
The fireplace was captivating her after she lit up the fire in there too. While taking a deep breath the scents mixed; old wood, some fresh grass, and one that she liked...rain, her eyes turned to the window and she saw the drops of rain falling. Well, at least one good thing came from being here; she smiled widely, oh how she loved the rain yet not even that could bring her happiness because misery had taken over the rest of her being, and she had come here in pursuit of recovering everything else, hopefully it would happen. She unpacked her camera and her typing machine, writing and taking pictures always seemed to relax her...a sort of hobby if you will.
So she sat down on a chair, placed the typing machine in front of her and soon she started to type; the words were rushing through her mind before they were plastered on the paper, it was surely a sad poem, but it was a way of getting away some past time ghosts that were threading to come back.
Misha CollinsOut Of Character:
My name is Joshua, I have been rping for about 3 years now? something like that, umm, you could contact me by pm or at my mail, Joshua.bing@hotmail.com. I am currently not at any other site.
P.S ALRIGHT! I think I fixed everything but since it's 3:15 am here and I am tired there might be some mistakes, if so I'll be happy to correct them -again- haha. I will give them a quick review in the morning just in case.
