Post by ELIJAH CRESENTI on May 10, 2012 21:56:30 GMT -5
[classy=apptitle] CRESENTI, ELIJAH [/classy][classy=appbord][/classy][classy=appbg][classy=appalias] ELI, CRESCENT, 'LIJAH[/classy]
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[classy=appimg][/classy][classy=appfield] AGE :: [/classy]
Twelve; November 11.
[classy=appfield] GENDER :: [/classy]
Male.
[classy=appfield] SEXUALITY :: [/classy]
Heterosexual.
[classy=appfield] NATIONALITY :: [/classy]
Italian.
[classy=appfield] FACTION :: [/classy]
Mafioso.
[classy=appfield] OCCUPATION :: [/classy]
Just a first-year at Namimori Middle.
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[classy=appfield] PERSONALITY :: [/classy]
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[classy=appfield] MISC INFO :: [/classy]
War is an exercise in losing precious things.
Elijah Cresenti knows that only too well. Blood feuds do not spare happily married couples, and for this he has lived seven years motherless, fatherless, and bitter with the weight of a thousand broken memories that are now slowly dying and fading to grey.
So his mother is dead, and his father is dead. Elijah knows that they died for the Cavallone, and so he decided to live for the Cavallone — throwing himself into the family's deepest secrets, wholeheartedly embracing his legacy. He knows how to load a gun and empty a cartridge into a target without hesitation. He knows fourteen ways to render an adult unconscious, and ten more ways to simply incapacitate them. On the whole, Elijah prefers less underhanded methods; he trains with a staff every day for two hours after class, exercising the things he learns from his weekly aikido class alongside techniques from the Italian school of swordsmanship that he learned from reading and rereading the Fior di Battaglia front to back. He understands their similarities. He appreciates their differences.
He is twelve years old.
The death of his parents doesn't bother him anymore. Not really. Not as much as it used to. Elijah is, in all outward respects, a normal boy with normal interests — even if he doesn't seem to smile because he's happy, and even if he doesn't really talk with the other first-years as much as he should. They have their reasons. His responses are perplexing, tinged with the carefully calculated hesitancy of the actor reading his script. But he seems content, his grades are considerably above average, and he doesn't speak to troublemakers — and so Elijah lives a more or less unremarkable everyday life.
He is twelve years old and halfway between handsome and adorable; twelve years old at the top of the class and the bottom of the social ladder. Twelve years old and remarkably tactless, twelve years old and a trained assassin, twelve years old and yet to kill a man. Most importantly, he is twelve years old and doggedly loyal to his beloved family, to the Cavallone mafia, the only family he has ever known. So loyal, in fact, that concepts of good and evil no longer exist to him; he simply understands that the enemy of his friend is his enemy, and the enemy of his enemy is his friend.
For this reason the mafia world calls him daltonico — colorblind.
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[classy=appfield] FACE CLAIM :: [/classy]
★ [b]persona 3[/b], [i]ken amada[/i] -- elijah cresenti
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[classy=appfield] AGE :: [/classy]
still on sick leave through sixteen years
[classy=appfield] EXPERIENCE :: [/classy]
four years going on five
[classy=appfield] DISCOVERY :: [/classy]
because of crux
[classy=appfield] OTHER CHARACTERS :: [/classy]
iria otonashi -- !!
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[classy=appcr] TEMPLATE BY AUXILLE FOR ONS [/classy]