Post by Angelo Elden Reese on Nov 1, 2010 19:13:35 GMT -7
ANGELO ELDEN REESE
"Do I expect to change, the past I hold inside,
with all the words I say, repeating over in my mind,
some things you can't erase, no matter how hard you try,
an exit to escape is all there is left to find"
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I AM BEYOND GOD
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Full Name: Angelo Elden Reese.
Nickname(s): None. He simply goes by Angelo. And he really hates it when people call him Angel.
Gender: Male.
Age: Seventeen Years Old.
Birthdate: March 6th, 1993.
Sexuality: Bisexual favoring males. He keeps his sexuality quiet and is borderline disinterested.
Reincarnate: Yes.
I am: Michelangelo di Lodovico Buonarroti Simoni.
Played By: Tomek Szczukiecki.
Grade: Senior.
Boarding: Yes.
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OUR SHINING FUTURE
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Height: 6’0.
Weight: 165-170lbs.
Eye Color: Gentle Blue.
Hair Color: Dirty Blond.
Build: He is rather thin and lanky but not without arm muscles from working on sculpture using various materials throughout his life. His limbs are a bit disproportionate and awkward but he moves with decent enough grace. He is not unattractive physically but he is far from the media-portrayal of ideal.
Scars: None that are notable. Just general scars from childhood.
Piercings/Tattoos: N/A.
Personal Style: His personal style isn’t a style per say…he wears artsy scarves and hats sometimes as just back of the social expectation of him—but most of the time he just wears whatever and it is covered in dust (be it clay dust, charcoal, wood shavings etc.) and his clothing style varies based on cost or lack of cost—and what is most practical for any given moment. He prefers lighter weight clothes and often sports an apron when working on anything artistic.
Appearance: Angelo has dusty dirty blond hair that hangs to his shoulders in waves with slight layers in it. He has blue eyes and thick eyebrows over his eyes. They are rather large and round, with deep shadows. His facial details are angular but he has a somewhat square jaw and a tucked chin. His face is long and narrow. His nose as a thin bridge to it and even the bottom part of his nose is rather thin. His forehead appears proportionate until his hair is pushed aside and then it appears oversized.
Angelo walks like he has somewhere to be and with a complete purpose even when he has none. His walk suggests he is confident in who he is and more than secure. This isn’t entirely true because he really doesn’t care. But his way of moving implies he has more to him that he feels is there. He can often come across as arrogant in the way he walks as well. It is open to interpretation by each individual person.
HOPE AND HORROR
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Likes: Art, architecture, engineering, sculpture, marble, wood, clay, chisel, hammer, human figure, male figure in particular, nudes, models, anatomy, muscles, poetry, word play, bare necessities, Rome, Renaissance art, getting his hands dirty, reading, writing, smell of paper, smell of ink, personal space, apples (if flavor was of importance), violence.
Dislikes: Painting, acrylics, oils, fresco, banking, proper grammar, politics, the Sistine Chapel, Leonardo De Vinci, artist block, food, drinks, alcohol, popularity (its overrated), formalities, etiquette, invasion of his personal space, the church, fashion, plastic surgery, reforming or changing of the physical form, makeup, assumptions, fat people, children.
Dreams: To live alone in peace. Is that so much to ask? Perhaps also become a big name sculptor…again.
Fears: Dying young, discrimination (though he is used to being on the outs), failing to understand himself, meeting Da Vinci (he would probably hurt the poor guy).
Habits/Hobbies: Ignoring people, tucking his hair behind his ear, talking to his medium, wiping his forehead when working,
Secret(s): not needed, but at least one would be nice. **if a reincarnate, DO NOT put the fact they're reincarnated as a secret (that goes without question) unless they try to hide who they were when among reincarnates.
Personality:
LONER; Angelo likes his privacy and he likes to have his space. He prefers avoiding human contact and would rather spend time alone with a chunk of marble that he can make whatever he would like to with. He doesn’t like to socialize and he knows he doesn’t fit in and as a result he keeps away from the population as much as humanly possible. Of course, part of this is just his nature being a reincarnate of Michelangelo, but part of it is simply the life he has lived so far. This could change if he found people like him who he could fit in with—but he will always struggle with his need to be alone and functioning without anyone else to lean on.
SIMPLISTIC; He doesn’t require much to be ‘happy’. Angelo doesn’t fuss over his clothes, he doesn’t care for drinks or food except as a source of nourishment and if it wasn’t for his need to at least bend a bit to social norms he wouldn’t bother with most of the usual crap that society requires. However, he fits in better now than he did in a past life seeing as dressing more comfortable is just one of the many styles in today’s age. Angelo doesn’t care for complications and is pretty straightforward about things when he can be.
REBELLIOUS; Angelo tends to fight against authority to a point though he does it more subtly. He tends to make himself happy with his small subtle hints at rebellion. Little things like directly contradicting what someone asks of him are just a normal, everyday occurrence. It is all apart of gaining control over what Angelo can’t control.
ARROGANT; He can’t help it if he thinks very highly of himself…Angelo has a high regard for himself and part of it came from knowing he was a prodigy and part of it came from being a reincarnation of Michelangelo. He tends to think himself above others which is part of why he is such a loner but it isn’t because of money, its because of his artistic skill. This also largely contributes to his lack of respect for authority.
MELANCHOLY; He tends to be very thoughtful and down to earth but not always in a good way. He avoids parties, drugs, alcohol and a million other useless things that happen in life. He needs someone to show him how to have fun really—but what can you do? Angelo has plenty of theories and ideas that have been dragged out of no where…or maybe out of the past—who knows?
PRETTY BOY, PRETTY GIRL
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Mother: Faith Belinda Resse, 40, Fashion Magazine Editor.
Father: Miles William Reese, 41, Bank Owner.
Siblings: N/A.
Other: N/A.
Pets: Two Cats, Pieta a white female and David a cream colored male, both are two years old.
Hometown: Greenville, North Carolina.
History: Angelo was born to Faith and Miles as a planned baby, meant to be his father’s successor and a child for his mother to love. He was far from either. Even as a baby he was a complete loner and wanted nothing to do with his parents or anybody else for that matter. He was a baby who cared nothing for the attentions of others. So he failed quickly to be the baby for his mother to love.
As a child not much changed. He took to art so quickly and efficiently, his skill far beyond that of any other child his age. His drawings in crayon mapped out amazing and unreasonable ideas that had striking similarities to Michelangelo but his parents had no idea that those connections existed. His teachers in school noted his artistic abilities as well and brought further attention to his parents. They had specialists come see the boy and he was soon encouraged to take it a step further resulting in solid and three dimensional materials being provided to the boy. The results were stunning.
His father was pleased to have a genius for a son but couldn’t understand why the boy took no interest in the family business. Miles spoke many times of how his son would be a great successor but Angelo found himself smirking at the pure amusement of such a thing happening. He had no intention of taking the family business even from such a young age. He had memories of another time where he was great, amazing—fabulous! He was an artist—not a business man or a banker.
His father kept his delusions as Angelo went through school—his mother detached herself from the boy from the start so he didn’t rely on others for anything. Not anything important at least. It was around grade six he realized just who he was. His teacher were instructing the class on the four major artists of the renaissance and of course it was a bare basic information base, but all the same, Angelo remembered David and his Pieta--he remembered all kinds of sculptures he couldn't have created but as his teacher forced them to do water color paintings relating to one of the four, Angelo became furious at the memory of painting the Sistine Chapel.
He obviously searched more about Michelangelo and found so many similarities to himself it was daunting. He found he had to believe that was who he is. How else could he remember creating pieces of art that the world considered priceless? So their really was no other explanation but memories from his past life. This caused him to pull himself even further from his classmates and increased his need to escape his parents. So when it came to high school, Angelo made a rather blatant request. He knew where he wanted to be…and it wasn’t in a normal high school. He wanted to be far away in a boarding school. His parents refused.
He started at a normal high school, spent two years there and quickly discovered his true interest to be in men though women were a slight curosity. He decided he had the answer for how to get out of the large house he lived in with his parents. Sure it was filled with his many art works—his sketchbooks upon sketchbooks of drawn bodies and plans for sculptures that were all stashed away in his room but the house was only loaded with small sculptures in wood, metal, clay and some even out of stone and marble (though only a few)…he wanted something more than that. The sculptures were not enough to keep him there He wanted to get away from his parents. So he approached them one night, told his father he had no plan to take up the family business, told them he was gay, and also told them he despised them—told them directly that he wanted to be as far away as he could get from them.
Well…that didn’t sit well but he got out—just not as out as he wanted to be. So he found himself at Riverdale for his grade eleventh year. He spent the year avoiding everyone and just existing. He kept his art on the lay low—which was hard and he made no friends. He pushed everyone away like he had his whole life and put his focus on his talents and avoided the world at all costs. He wasn’t ready to be a part of the school or any other part of the world. He honestly felt like he belonged in a different time period. He is still living like that but maybe in time things will pick up.
Just to specify he is not a member of RSOR yet due to the fact that he does lay low and hide away from everyone else but also because he only came to Riverdale just over a year ago (Just to clarify).
I AM WHO I AM
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Name/Alias: Jez-E
Other Characters: N/A
Age: Twenty.
Time Zone: EST.
Post Sample:It had been a long day already and it was only noon. Wednesday’s were always the worst days of the week. The weekend was long gone and wasn’t even in sight on Wednesdays. Koell loved his job. He loved teaching but more importantly he loved art but on days like today when his muse was running low and his mood was a bit off, he found it to be a chore just to get dressed and leave the house. He had been dealing with issues all week. Some of them relating directly to his car, oh! And the full moon. Put the two together and Koell had spent the weekend and end of last week in a bit of a rut. He was still having problems bouncing back on it this time. Some days he wondered how he still managed to keep his situation from his daughter who seemed blissfully ignorant. Then again, it wasn’t like anyone just assumed that werewolves were real. Hell, if werewolves were-who knew what else was. Then again, Koell still didn’t have one hundred percent proof that he was a werewolf. He just assumed because that was all he could come up with that made sense. He was a were something to say the least.
His eyes roamed from one side of the street to the other as he walked back onto the high school grounds. The place was crawling with students…not an unusual thing to see on a school day of course. He found himself dodging students and many students dodged him, often giving him weird looks. It was times like this that Koell wondered whether it was all in his head or if they actually looked guilty of something. Youth these days were not much different from when he was a kid after all—well that and he had just dealt with a teenage daughter who just now could be considered out of her teen years and as a young adult—and man did that ever make him feel old! He wasn’t even that old! Thirty-four was middle-aged! Not old!!
Ryss had a way of making Koell feel ancient. He had only been a child himself when she was born. Hell, he had turned twenty when she was six—so he spent most of his teen years raising her. Perhaps that was why he struggled so badly with understanding teenagers…though it hadn’t stopped his career path. He managed well enough and he understood stress but it was hard for him to understand how high school was stressful to these kids when he had done all of what they were doing but with a baby girl to care for on top of it. It was always greener on the other side though and everyone had stress, it was just a matter of how much they could handle. Koell’s earlier years had given him an unbelievably strength when dealing with stress. He could handle most anything without getting too concerned.
He turned and made his way to the picnic tables on the front lawn. No one was sitting at it just yet luckily, and the weather was alright considering the time of year. He was only in a t-shirt and that was quite alright for the weather today. Usually for school he dressed more formally, so it was a surprise he was in a t-shirt to some, others understood he had been working with clay all day and that meant the dress shirt would have been ruined anyways, so why bother with it? Koell had his dress shirt in his office and when he was done he could change back into something more appropriate but for now he was content to just wear the black shirt with a wolf-like face on it, some logo to some brand he knew nothing about. He had a normal pair of jeans, another surprise but he wasn’t about to ruin another pair of dress pants either. His running shoes were common ground at least. He had the same necklace as always as well.
Koell opened the bag he had just placed on the table and pulled out his Big Mac. If Ryss had seen what he had just bought for lunch she would have been quite furious he was sure. He had spent his years raising her as carefully as he could and that had meant next to no junk—next to no candy, greasy fast food, chocolate—hell the only time of year she got any sort of candy in abundance was Halloween. Speaking of—that was approaching fast and he didn’t prepare a costume this year. Maybe he would just go as a princess again this year like he used to when Ryss was younger and wanted to go as a dragon. It always got quite a reaction out of people…
He took a bite of the Mac and looked out across the street at the student activity and tried not to think of Halloween. It just hadn’t been the same since Ryss had been a child. Sure, she would still dress up—but he missed trick or treating with her, or at least walking her around so she could trick or treat. He missed stealing all her coffee crisps—though sometimes he went out and bought his own, but she didn’t trick or treat anymore. Once she had hit her mid to late teens she had decided partying with friends was more fun and Koell often found his Halloween night spent on the porch watching other parents take their kids out and handing out candy. Oh—and he spent a lot of time each year carving pumpkins. In a week or so he would buy his pumpkins and start carving the night before Halloween came around. But it still wasn’t the same as it was when Ryss would help and dig the gunk out of the pumpkin. He really missed her being a little girl. He instead focused on the Big Mac and pulled out the fries to eat on the side. He had considered the salad but honestly, even the salads at McDonald’s had layers of grease, the fries were clearly healthier…- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
application format by dante/dante in ze pot. lyrics from 'wreak havoc' by angelspit. nothing will chase you down if you remove the credits, but i'd rather you not. that is all.
