salvatore, leonardo natanaele

[leonardo salvatore]

leonardonatanaelesalvatore

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[/b], yep so please call me that from now on. i've got EIGHT birds flying round my head and they don't half get annoying but when you've been around for TWENTY years you get used to it. have you heard about MR. NO-ONE, 'cause they are bad ass so don't mess with me. in this application i'm totally making a CANON.[/ul][/blockquote][/size]

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NAME!?! -

Leonardo Natanaele Salvatore.

NICK NAMES!?! -

Leon; Leo; Tor.

AGE!?! -

Twenty-three.

SEXUALITY!?! -

Bisexual (though leaning more towards women presently).

GENDER!?! -

Male.

SPECIES!?! -

Gifted.

POWER!?! -

Telekinesis.

LIKES!?! -

• Victoria Payne;
• All kinds of animals;
• Beer and drinking in general;
• Friendly banter and insults;
• Being vegetarian;
• Intelligent people;
• Going to the beach to surf and chill;
• Roller coasters;
• Random songs from across all decades of the past century;
• Sweets, cookies, cakes;
• His beaten-up, black Cons.

DISLIKES!?! -

• The Exterminators;
• Being too hot or cold;
• Arrogant and stubborn people;
• Not getting his own way;
• Losing in any shape or form – including losing his temper;
• Feeling exposed and/or out of his depth;
• Health freaks and vegans;
• Hot drinks (tea, green tea, coffee, Bovril...);
• Being told what to do.

GOALS!?! -

• To gain further control of his powers;
• To get Victoria to – at least – admit that she has feelings for him;
• To achieve recognition from his parents that he is working towards a worthwhile cause.

FEARS!?! -

• Prejudice – both from humans and other Gifted;
• Being abandoned and alone;
• Feeling totally helpless;
• Losing his powers entirely;
• Being rejected or not being liked.

STRENGTHS!?! -

• Knows how to cheer people up;
• Very loyal individual;
• Generally easy going and playful;
• Artistic (drawing and painting);
• Has a good medical knowledge (just from listening to his parents).

WEAKNESS!?! -

• Improvisation
• Sees himself as inferior due to lack of control – despite what others may reassure;
• His own worst critic and enemy in almost all aspects of his life (though this sways from being a condition that he suffers from to one that he can control slightly better);
• Will do almost anything if requested by a girl with a good figure and pretty eyes.
• Susceptible to mood swings.

OVERALL!?! -

Leon is a good guy really – sure, he has his flaws just like everyone else in this damned world, but he’s really trying to make a positive difference just by being optimistic, giving a smile and a joke whenever he can. This being said, he does smile easily: the little things amuse him (like silly plays on words, immature connotations of perfectly non-rude objects or words, and the like...) and he’ll laugh, seemingly sincerely, at any joke offered his way. He has a very chilled out and relaxed personality, preferring to go with the flow in his day to day life rather than get himself riled up over nothing.

That being as it is, mention a topic that he finds confrontational then Leonardo will defend his point of view to the last, or if both parties are arguing for the same side, then he will take encouragement from the others words and work everyone up as he winds himself up. And once his temper is going, there’s no stopping the spark on the fuse wire – something usually ends up thrown across the room, broken or hurt (though more emotionally than physically, he would never hit a woman and is only likely to hit a man if he was an Executioner).

He can switch to the other extreme just as quickly though, internalizing whatever argument that is running through his mind and falling into a deep silence, dropping out of conversations entirely. This is usually evident on his face, a crease of a frown gracing his forehead and his eyes moving across a board of pieces, as in an intricate game like chess, with speed. This state tends to end in Leon in a bad mood, and a mood that he blames on everyone else whilst claiming that he’s fine.

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PLAYED BY!?! -

Zachary Quinto.

EYES!?! -

His eyes are a very dark brown (unusual in a Gifted) large, very expressive – sometimes too expressive as he finds hiding his feelings very hard due to their easy readability – and are framed by thick, dark eyelashes. Though, their expressiveness can come in useful when persuasion is needed: Leon has perfected the “puppy-dog” look to a high degree.

HAIR!?! -

His hair is also a dark brown, doubling the curiosity about him where being a Gifted is concerned, and is usually quite short and messy (sculpted to be this way, though when he doesn’t touch it at all after waking up there is little to no difference). Despite all looks, Leon does like to take care of his hair and feels very insecure if he can’t get it to sit right.

FACE!?! -

Leon has quite a square face, his jaw and brow strong and well balanced. His face in general is proportionate and balanced, although his nose may be slightly too large and his mouth a little narrow. His eyebrows are thick and dark along with being quite mobile – though usually creased into a slight frown of concentration as he goes about his day to day life. His chin is usually covered in an even layer of stubble – owing to his laziness when it comes to shaving and the colour of his hair – which is, however kept quite tidy in its untidiness.

BODY!?! -

Leon is in fairly good shape, an occasional exerciser but no gym bunny by a long shot (he likes to look good so sit ups and push ups do work their way into his daily routine from time to time). He also eats quite healthily and being a vegetarian keeps his weight in check as well. Naturally, he has quite broad shoulders and his limbs and digits are slender (often told that he would excel in playing piano due to his hand span).

UNUSUAL!?! -

The only thing that is unusual about Leon is the lack of unusual physical traits that he possesses. As a kid he was always careful about what he was doing – and even when he wasn’t things always seemed to go well for him – so he never gained any scars from that era of his life; he’s never been in any notable fights; never had a piercing and only has one tattoo on his upper bicep – a small Celtic symbol.

OVERALL!?! -

Vanity is a sin that Leon is intrinsically linked with – he enjoys looking good and knows that he possesses style and that others find him attractive on a basal level. His personality is very much reflected in his clothes: tending to wear a collared, button-down shirt almost every time that he has to step outside of his front door in order to create the impression of someone who is in control of the situation and is comfortable and confident in their actions. These shirts are usually worn open or just half buttoned-up over some witty and brightly coloured t-shirt or another, never tucked into his jeans (Leon is strongly of the opinion that only middle-aged men tuck shirts into jeans) that he is rarely seen without also. Black Converse high-tops are another staple of his wardrobe and, despite such vanity that he has, are more often than not in a state of disrepair (as they are worn almost constantly and only ever relieved of duty when the rain is as heavy as to demand it – they will then be replaced with his sturdy and faithful Doc Martins). Leon is not much of one for accessories however, perhaps only a bracelet or necklace thrown in here or there, and is very rarely seen to be wearing a watch.

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MOTHER!?! -

Elizabeth Yasmin Salvatore nee Crook, 49, doctor.

FATHER!?! -

Gregorio Dante Salvatore, 50, doctor.

SIBLINGS!?! -

Kristiani Isabelle Salvatore, 27, student (veterinary medicine).

IMPORTANT!?! -

None of particular significance.

PETS!?! -

Apollo, 1, Corn Snake;
Sammy and Jitters, about 2, Bearded Dragons.

FINALLY!?! -

(history? maybe later - once I work out this character a bit, sorry...)

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ROLE PLAY EXAMPLE!?! -

[From "Unknown Uprising" (a future HP rp) - nearing the top end of my word counts (about 750) but I feel, nevertheless, indicative of my writing skill.]

He snorted derisively in response, narrowing his now slate-grey eyes at the Weasley in an ever so slightly petulant manner. The vibrancy upon the edges of his appearance had steadily been lost since the beginning of the conversation: his hair dulling down a shade, although still maintaining an obvious turquoise about it undercurrents of black had snuck in; his eyes reverted to a more natural grey colour as opposed to the silvery quality they harboured in his day to day routine; and even his skin seemed to lack some of the colour that it had had not moment before. He did however maintain the indignant and determined expression that he had upon entering their little exchange, his colouring did not so much reflect any feelings of being beaten or bested and was more to do with the fact that moments where he found himself forced into doing something against his will required effort – altering some of his subconscious reserves from maintaining their usual, certain appearance. Teddy knew it to be somewhat immature to have given the response that he just offered, and came quickly to the conclusion that it should be righted – before his opponent took it upon herself to decide that his lack of words had been cover for the Auror not knowing how to retort on an appropriate level of wit and intellect.

Standing as he did those crucial inches above Dominique, he proceeded to stand properly to his full height – the posturing laying upon him a somehow higher level of professionalism (for although he had every desire to descend to immature and petty squabbling, there was the surroundings to factor into account; Teddy should have liked to keep his reputation in tact – not so much even for himself, though that was a concern, but for need of holding up his family, and adoptive family, names). As such, he repressed much of the smirk that seemed determined to work his way across his face, instead maintaining an aloof look as the Witch responded to the jibe concerning her parents – and merely thankful that she did not descend to the level as to discuss his. In spite of the fact that it would be Dominique with whom he was to spend much of the remainder of his working day, he could not help but continue on in the same invidious manner (and any feelings to being obliging or co-operative were chimerical thoughts that happened across his mind simply in passing).

Still, he accepted the papers gracefully as they were offered, a slight nod of acknowledgement pointed to the Witch curtly as he quietly flattened out the spool of neatly wrapped documents. His eyes followed the small hourglass-like object as it twirled in place on the unfurled scroll, the neatly composed handwriting accompanying the picture detailing several of the main components concisely but in no need of further explanation. He turned his attentions to the list that accompanied alongside the schematic, a good few bullet points long he read in silence to the end of the details. “Perhaps somewhere a little more comfortable would be best to discuss this?” he gestured vaguely to the parchment, allowing it to recurl into his expectant hand, his question more rhetorical than anything – fully anticipating that Dominique would prefer to be away from the masses as much as he did. And of course, there was always the advantage of seeing something with one’s own eyes, even if a demonstration was very definitely out of the question the tangibility of such an object in front of your eyes made it just that more real.

“Maybe downwards?” he intoned politely, although hints of ambiguity resided in his raised eyebrows, posing the question sincerely this time to the Level Nine worker – after all, it would just have been plain rude of her to have invited herself up to his department and so her afforded her (regardless of his personal feelings) the same discretion. “I should very much like to see some of the advancements noted here...”

Teddy found it amusing in an odd way that such civility could occur between them – this conversation had been going extremely well as compared to their usual encounters. He supposed however, reasoning within himself that this was still Dominique, that that was due to the setting and their surroundings; rarely had their paths crossed in the professional environment and when they had avoidance of anything so much as a greeting had been the prime objective. He thought back to their childhood time spent together, wondering exactly how bad they had been in the very beginning, of course however things had escalated with their vocabularies and IQs – any family gathering (that of course Teddy had been invited to, words like “extended” and “as good as” being bandied about in excuse) had been troublesome with both in attendance, which was rare given Dominique’s aversion to them but occasional none-the-less. His mind flashed, for less than a second, to them both being the adults that they were about the whole situation and joking over a glass of wine about how foolish they had been; but the thought was laughable – neither would have been able to cope with that scenario.

so all lyrics used are credited too PARAMORE, thee best female fronted band in the world. everything else is credited to rawr_dinosaur at caution. don't steal this template or take the credit off, if you do i shall be forced to come and pull your eyes out with a spork!?! 'cause you know you love sporks!?! and they are the best extracting eyeballs.

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